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[noxulric]

NyxNoct Fluffpocalypse

Oct 21 Seasonal: Autumn  

[amidalogicdive]

Before Sleeping

Title: Before Sleeping

Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Nyx Ulric, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Sazha the Cat, Crowe Altius Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Love, Texting, Dorks in Love, Long-Distance Relationship, Fluff

Ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12524576

OCT. 27 - Written Word: Texting

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Glancing at the clock on his bedside table, Noctis noticed that it was ten in the evening and wondered why he was still awake. Sahza seemed to have the same idea in mind, making a fuss on his chest, curling up and purring when he’d become content. Stroking the soft fur a few times, dark eyes closed and he was ready to sleep for the night - that was until his phone chimed. It was a catchy little tune that Nyx had transferred to his phone a few months after they had started dating. He hadn’t seen the point in changing it from default, but Nyx had, stating: ’I’m a Hero and your boyfriend. I don’t need to sound like everyone else.’

Noct hadn’t had the energy to argue, and let the glaive do as he liked. He wouldn’t admit it to Nyx, but it was nice knowing it was his lover without having to look. Curling up on his side, Sahza made a sound of annoyance, sharp green eyes glaring at his owner for daring to disturb him. “Sorry buddy, papa is messaging.” At first, Nyx has scoffed at the idea of being a dad to a cat but got his revenge by calling Noctis the cat's daddy.

Fingers ran across the smooth wooden surface before finding the phone and pulling it from its perch to unlock it. Seeing the man's name across the screen made him smile, it meant that he was safe. Meant that he was alive.

[22:07:42] Nyx: Guess who.

[22:10:30] Noct: It tells me who, love. Aren’t you on a patrol mission in Duscae?

[22:11:57] Nyx: Fine, smart ass. Yes, I am, but I missed you.

[22:13:20] Noct: It has been two days, Nyx.

Hitting send, it was that moment Sahza decided he needed the prince to pay attention to him, shoving his head against Noct’s hands. “Sahza!” The phone slipped through his fingers, a loud thump echoing in the room as it hit the floor. “I know you want company, give me a minute!” With a huff of annoyance, he reached over the edge to grab the phone, hitting send in the process.

[22:16:11] Noct: erfghjk

[22:16:58] Nyx: What?

[22:18:37] Noct: Sazha knocked the phone over, sorry. He doesn’t like when you aren’t here, neither do I.

[22:20:11] Nyx: I feel the same, hate when I can’t be there. Miss holding you, I even miss the furball.

That made him chuckle, showing the fussy cat lying by him the screen. “See, papa misses you.” Sharp green eyes glanced at him, meowing loudly as he butted his head into his chest. “I know, attention.” Noctis idly stroked the cat, texting his boyfriend back with the other.

[22:24:07] Noct: I feel the same, Hero. Come home in one piece.

[22:25:51] Nyx: Forever, love. After all, you’re my home.

A light flush crossed his cheeks as he read that, his free hand rising to play with the charm that laid against his chest. Reaching down to reply, Noctis couldn’t help but laugh as the next message popped up.

[22:28:03:] Nyx: Loverboy needs to sleep, stop being romantic and gross!

[22:29:15] Noct: Hi Crowe, glad you’re safe and she’s right my love. You need to rest.

A few minutes passed with no response, and he knew that Nyx was trying to get his phone back from the woman. She might have been small, but Noctis knew first hand what a powerhouse she was.

[22:38:40] Nyx: What I need, is for her to stop fucking with my phone. I did rest.

[22:39:21] Noct: When?

[22:40:18] Nyx: Earlier…

[22:43:02] Noct: The trip there doesn’t count. I’m cutting you off. No more texting until you get some sleep. I’ll be here when you message me again, I promise.

[22:45:49] Nyx: I will, I…I needed to talk to you before I could rest.

Seeing that made him smile, knowing that the distance affected the glaive in the same way it affected him. The longer they were together, the harder it got to say goodbye and while he knew their job came first, Noct still wished he was lying there with him. He knew that Nyx felt the same.

[22:47:45] Noct: We talked. I’m safe, you’re safe, sleep. I love you, Nyx… please come home.

[22:49:06] Nyx: Ty - lyubov’ moya, zhizn’ moya. I will come home soon.

[22:51:50] Noct: I know, now sleep. Please.

[22:53:29] Nyx: Good night, little prince.

[22:54:57] Noct: Good night, love.

Setting the phone on the pillow that Nyx usually occupied, Noctis pulled their cat closer and nuzzled him. “Papa will be coming home soon, Sahza.” Purring louder, he glanced up at the prince. “You miss him too, don’t you brat?” Seeming to take offense, the cat looked away, laying his head on his arm and closing his eyes. Smiling, dark eyes fell on the phone for a moment longer before closing and soon the two were fast asleep.

[yeollie-bells]

Title: The Changing of Seasons Chapter: 1/1 Words: 3312 Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Gen. Summary:  Nyx ferries Noct way from his world for a little while. (This is for the death by fluff week the wonderful @nyxnoctocalypse​ made! Im!!!!!! honestly terrified to post this!! its my first work for the fandom, at least publicly, and i totally feel like im not good enough AND encroaching on others territory!! BUT i promised myself id do this, i havent had time to do like, the WHOLE thing, like a prompt a day, so I just chose my favorite topic from each day and combined them all into this pitiful mess! Hopefully someone likes it! the prompts i chose are) Seasonal: Weather Animal: Pets    Clothing: Wearing the other’s clothing     Hobbies: Shared interests     Events: Festival days/nights     Dates: Surprise dates     Written Word: Handwriting      Favourites: Way to spend time     Time: The years ahead      Light / Dark: Candlelight Read on AO3 here!  (please just read it here im not formatting for tumblr this is just so much better)

Noct loved the changing of seasons. He loved the way the heat ebbed and the cold crept in. He loved the frost on the window above his head. He loved feeling a warm body beside his own and strong arms wrapped around him. One would think that with the congested space of Insomnia it wouldn't get cold that there would be no weather that things wouldn't change, that it would always be rather warm and steamy-- sticky with the humidity and smoke. But the cold could always find a way. It crept in in the early mornings at the beginning of the shifting of seasons, it suffocated the heat clinging desperately to the streets. Fog replaced steam and smoke bringing a wet chill with it.

Noctis used to hate the cold. Used to hate the dark. Still hates the loneliness that accompanies both. Even with his friends there was always something villainous about the cold and the dark. Prompto’s light couldn't break through it nor could Gladio’s heat. Not the warm and colorful foods Ignis would present them with.

But Nyx.

Nyx.

He was a different animal altogether. There was something about him that cut through the biting loneliness the changing of seasons brought. His warmth and his light. It was almost funny, considering he was named after the darkness.

Noctis mused silently in the early morning light, soaking in the warmth of Nyx’s body behind him and the small body at their feet-- a small white fluffball they found months ago shivering in a cardboard box. She was a pathetic little sight, but she fits into their family quite well. She’ll let Prompto dress her up and take her picture with absolutely no complaint, she’ll “help” Nyx and Gladio with their respective trainings, she’ll even help  Ignis with his cooking (Read: she’ll wait and beg for scraps- Ignis is weak for her bright green eyes) and best yet, she’ll lay in Noct’s lap whenever he needs company- when Nyx is beyond the wall and the others are home. When the loneliness sets in with the dark and cold her bells and bright fur bring Noctis a sense of love and safety he wouldn't have otherwise.

Carefully, Noct picks his way from the warm bodies on the bed, shivering when his bare feet touch the cold floor. Standing, he looks back as Ophelia crawls her way up the bed snuggling closer to Nyx, happily taking over the warm spot Noctis left behind. The prince smiles and shakes his head as he pads quietly through the room, grabbing the nearest warmest article of clothing he can find-- it just so happens to be one of Nyx’s sweaters. He gets dressed quickly, sparing one final glance Nyx’s way before leaving the warmth of the small apartment to face the chill of the day. To a meeting he couldn’t care less about, he already looking forward to the end of the day when he gets to see Nyx again.

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Nyx wakes up not long after Noctis leaves to a face full of fluffy white fur. He sputtered and sat up, spitting out fur and wiping his mouth. He stared down at the cat a moment who was happily stretched out on the bed taking up way more space than anyone would think a small cat could  then realized Noct was nowhere to be seen.

“Noct..?”

He looked around the room, not seeing a single sign of his little love, and with a small sigh he pulled himself up to get ready for the day. It was for the best that Noct had left before he had woken, Nyx was a weak man that loved sleep and loved Noct, but it didn’t diminish the sadness of not being able to see his little Prince sleep soft and content. He knew his little love had Princely Duties to attend, but Nyx was a selfish man as well as weak- he wanted Noct all to himself.

Especially in the morning.

He’d get his lazy morning tomorrow though if he had any say in the matter. With Noct’s absence Nyx realized he had things to do, places to go and things to plan, and a quick glance to the clock showed he’d spent enough time distracted.

In the mad rush to get out after seeing just how late it truly was he almost missed the little note on his table-- held down by a strategically placed, teeny tiny pumpkin. Nyx laughed as he lifted the small pumpkin and tossed it in the air a couple times before shaking his head and replacing the pumpkin in his hand with the small note. He recognized Noct’s handwriting immediately but had no time to read it. He carefully pocketed the letter, making sure the house was in order and Ophelia would be fine until he got home before locking up and making his way out- he had surprises to plan.

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His plans were perfect.

His plans were always perfect.

Don’t listen to Crowe or Libertus.

Nyx’s plans were the best plans. He’s had this specific date planned for weeks. He knew Noct likeed autumn, he knew Noct likeed the festivities that took place around this time of year. He also knew Noctis had only seen them in passing, or through a screen. He’d almost gotten out to play-- once, a couple years ago with Prompto- but alas his little Prince’s stealthy skills were not yet developed enough to pass by undetected. But now, now he had Nyx.

And Nyx was great at plans.

His first stop was a nearby store. His favorite clothing store to be exact. He would never live it down if any of his friends knew what he was doing, but he didn’t care. It was for Noct, the damn clothes stealing hopeless romantic that he was. Nyx knew he liked his clothes, his sweaters and flannels and jackets in particular. Nyx liked seeing his slight frame in his larger clothes anyways. Noct just spent so much time at his apartment, he figured the little thief could do with a couple things of his own. Though Nyx doubted it would halt his thieving ways he bought a couple big warm fluffy sweaters. Sweaters that incidentally matched several of the ones Nyx already owned. Sweaters that he knew would compliment Noct’s complexion. Nyx was a simple man with simple likes. And he liked Noct.

 While he was waiting to be rung up he remembered the note Noct had left him and pulled it from his pocket.Note in hand, he read it while the line progressed, his intended purchases under his arm.

Nyx,

    I’m sorry I had to leave before you woke-- you know how meetings are. I wish I could have stayed, you know I do, but I’ll see you again soon enough! (Unless I die of boredom). You know, you were drooling in your sleep when I left. Were you able to make it out of bed without being glued to your pillow? I bet you’ve got Ophelia’s fur stuck to your cheek huh? She really likes to get in your face, and you, you sure as hell like to cling. I’m running late now but i’ll see you at home!

   -Noctis

Nyx laughed as he read, subconsciously rubbing his other hand against his cheek to rid it of phantom fur and drool.

“Brat.”

   He made his purchases and took them back to the apartment, setting the finely packaged bags on the table beside the little pumpkin. Ophelia trotted up to him and rubbed against his legs silently requesting his attention and marking him as hers so the entire world would see her white fur on his black pants. He let out a long suffering sigh and picked the little girl up before taking her to the kitchen. Absent mindedly rubbing his scruffy jaw against her head. Her purring so violent she could practically launch herself into space. He set her on the counter and got her some breakfast. Nyx watched the cat eat while he thought about the rest of the day ahead.

Ignis had already messaged him, letting him know that the days meetings were running a bit longer than anticipated, and gave an updated ETA for his Prince. It wasn’t too much longer than Nyx had planned for already, about an hour or so out. He finished watching the cat eat, cleaned her dish, pet her a few (dozen) times then made his leave once again- setting out towards the Citadel to pick up Noctis. To save his damsel from the belly of the beast that is Royal Politics.

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Noctis really hated these meetings, he had no idea why they were even a thing to begin with. It was just old men talking circles around each other for hours on end, getting nothing done and then setting time aside at a later date to do the same damn thing all over again. He wanted to rip his ears off, he really did. He just wanted this to be over with, he wanted to leave this hell hole behind and make his way back to his cat, back to Nyx-- back to his home. Another fifteen minutes, that’s all he had to deal with- just another fifteen minutes.  

It was another thirty minutes on top of that before he got his reprieve.

“We will meet again in two days time to discuss this in more detail, that is all for today.”

Noct didn’t need to be told twice, he patiently made his Princely niceties and then politely bolted out the door-- only to be stopped by Ignis not ten feet from freedom.

Noct held back a very un-Prince like whine and listened to what Ignis had to say, though he retained next to nothing from the exchange.

   “--And make sure to be careful.” Ignis had finished his report, or rant...or lecture (He wasn’t entirely sure) and Noct nodded sagely along.He doubted he fooled Ignis for one second,judging by the look in his eye, but he stepped backwards. Step by careful step. Maintaining eye contact with Ignis throughout his retreat. When finally released he turned and dove through the doors as fast as he could, glad to finally have escaped!

During his valiant escape he didn’t realize there was someone waiting outside the doors, and in his haste he ran right into the person.

The very Solid Person.

The very Solid, Familiar Person.

Noctis looked up at the owner of the hands that had steadied him to meet a steely blue gaze filled with a familiar loving warmth. The steely blue gaze he had missed seeing this morning.

A smile overtook his face as he registered Nyx while a sly grin spread on the older man’s as he took Noct in.

“Glad you didn’t die of boredom in there, I was beginning to think I wouldn’t see you again.”

Noct rolled his eyes and sighed, “It was a close one Hero, a minute longer and I would have been toast. Nothing left of me.”

Nyx laughed at Noct’s put upon tone as he wrapped an arm around his little loves slim waist and began leading him off and away from the Citadel.

Noct laughed with him and followed his lead easily, “What’re you doing here anyways? How’d you know i’d be released? I was gonna come right back to you, you didn’t have to come get me.”

“It’s a secret baby doll. I’ve got plans, you see? They’re real intricate, and step one involves kidnapping the Crown Prince.” Nyx grinned conspiratorially, ending the sentence with a wink at Noct’s surprised, yet slightly affronted expression. He shushed whatever retort his little raven was about to make and ushered him onto his motorcycle. “Keep all comments to yourself, I’m not telling you where we’re going, no hints no tips no persuasion. Just be patient, be quiet and trust me. You’ll be glad you did.”

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Noct did as he was told, unhappy as he may be. He stayed quiet, didn’t ask where they were going, how much longer they’d be, or anything of the sort pertaining to the topic. It was eating at him but he remained silent and pouted the entire way through, his cheek against Nyx’s leather clad back. Every once in awhile one of Nyx’s hands would come down to Noct’s and give it a little squeeze-- silently letting him know he was doing well. It took much longer than Noct was expecting, and even still he had no idea where they were going. All he knew was that Nyx kept driving, and they were moving further out of the congestion of the city and closer towards the rural areas, if you could call them that. Noct may have no idea where they’re going, but he was enjoying the changes he was seeing and feeling.

The air was sweeter, fresher and the colors were so vibrant. All the trees in different shades; browns and reds, oranges and yellows, even the ever persistent green remained. The smells were more nature, less machine-- though to be fair cows weren’t the most aromatic animal in the world. It was somehow quieter or at least more peaceful, less sounds of angry people, machinery and the city and more of the county life but there was something else to it too. But that something Noct couldn’t place until they had arrived to their destination.

The sun was just beginning to set when Nyx had begun to slow down. The amount of transport had significantly increased and Noct, curiosity piqued began looking around. Nyx carefully maneuvered  through cars and bikes and past people, finding a small space perfectly fit for his motorcycle. He parked and removed their helmets, helping Noct off after him- steadying his stiff gait.

Noctis didn’t halt his wondered stares as Nyx fixed his hair and soon enough met Nyx’s bright eyes, “This….Nyx what is this?”

Nyx smiled gently at the pure wonder in his little Prince’s eyes and ran a thumb along his cheekbone, “It’s an autumn festival. I’ve figured you’d been cooped up most every time this time of year rolled around, could hardly persuade your dashing Knights to ferry you away here, and I know how much you love autumn and festivals so I thought I could spirit you away for a night to the festival you’ve been dreaming of. Don’t be too disappointed though, it’s more about the harvest and less about the partying.”

Noctis couldn’t believe it. This is what he had been dreaming about for years. Leave it to Nyx to snuff out one of the things he had desperately wanted to do. “Nyx, I could care less what the focus of the place was, just the fact you brought me here. You. That’s….That’s everything.”

Nyx smiled, soft and gentle as he hooked his arm with Noct’s, “Well then, what d'ya say we partake in the festivities?”

Noctis’s blinding grin was answer enough and Nyx led the way through the other festival goers. Keeping his little Prince close to him as they went.

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Hours had passed and the sun was well below the horizon. The cool day had brought about an icy chill to the night, and without the hustle, bustle and building of the city- it got cold.

Very cold.

Very cold very fast.

Nyx was used to the cold, was well prepared for it but Noct on the other hand wasn’t. Turns out his fancy clothes were more fashionable than practical. Noct was good at hiding discomfort, but Nyx could read him like an open book.

He took one of Noctis’ cold little hands in his own and brought him closer, “Cold?”

Noctis shook his head, but the chatter of his teeth was revealing a different truth. Nyx just shook his head fondly exacerbated and stepped back far enough to peel off his extra layer; a nice plaid flannel in greys and blues.

“What happened to that sweater you stole this morning?” He teased and Noct grew pink cheeked.

“I….may or may not have forgotten it in the meeting.” Noct looked away and Nyx laughed.

Classic Noctis.

“Well, good thing one of us is prepared.

“My Hero.”

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The two walked through the festival grounds hand in hand, enjoying the chill and the warmth the other brought. They saw exotic creatures with colorful plumage and drank warm apple cider and hot chocolate. It seemed to be some sort of apple festival with all the food and drink being sold tended to be made from them.Noctis never knew just how many different types of apple there actually were. There were a couple of games and shop stalls littered throughout as well. Nyx having stopped them to buy a little crown made of small delicate  flowers and placed it upon his Prince’s head.

Noctis tried to be annoyed at his boyfriend’s foolishness but found it hard to even act peeved with the childish glee written clear all over his face. He found a similar crown, one that used more leaves and green and moss than flowers and placed it atop Nyx’s head. Nyx’s answering grin was more than enough to make up for the looks from passersby and the silliness of the situation.

The night got colder and darker, and before long the crowds thinned, the stalls closed and people were packing it away to go home. Noctis didn’t particularly want to leave, but followed Nyx back to their ride and got on. The two left as everyone else did, silently promising another visit sometime soon.

It was a silent ride home, Noctis holding tight to Nyx’s waist, pressed as close as he could get. The noise of the city barely reaching through to their little haven, even  when they finally got home. Still in the bubble of their own little world.

They made their way back inside the apartment and showered together. No words were spoken and the warm water thawed the chill from their bones. Soft kisses and softer caresses were shared between them and Nyx carefully bundled his little raven love in a nice new warm sweater, dark blue to match his endless eyes. Noctis smiled as Nyx led him to the bed and had him sit, then made a point of going around and lighting candles. He had planned this, and like he said, he was the best at making plans. He crawled into bed after Noct after having lit several candles and held his Prince close.

“So how was it, Little Prince? Did you enjoy yourself?” His first words between them were spoken softly.

“You know I did, “ He responded, just as softly with a kiss to the tip of Nyx’s nose, “how could I not when I got to spend the day with you? You know it’s my favorite way to spend the time…”

“I thought this was your favorite way to spend the time?”

Noctis laughed softly at the ridiculous expression on his Hero’s face then pulled him into another kiss. “It’s one of my favorite ways.”

Nyx huffed a chuckle and kissed up Noct’s cheek, to the corner of his eye, then pressed a kiss against each eyelid.

“Nyx?”

“Yeah, little love?”

“Think we could go back? Soon?”

“Of course, Noct. Anything for you.”

[antimundi-blog]

Freestyle

Title: Freestyle Pairing: Nyxnoct Event/theme: Nyxnoct Fluffocalypse, Day 4: hobbies Summary: When your boyfriend is a major Assassin’s Creed geek, it was destined that you’d eventually have a date with it as the central theme. Princes and their hobbies, right?

@nyxnoctocalypse

There was a special sort of mortification that came from your friends discovering your interests, especially if they weren't shared. With Prompto, there was a lot in common. Video games, comics—of a comfortably shared variety that only best friends could have in common. With Ignis, it was a little tougher; sure, he indulged the prince with times nods, approval, listening as best he could even though the interest just didn't seem wholly there. With Gladio? Not so much. Beyond being his Shield, barriers of interest existed there, too.

Now, the ultimate level? Getting your boyfriend in on it.

Your boyfriend who happened to be a busy Glaive who didn't have the disposal income enough to haphazardly throw it into whatever hobby or video game videos that toddled along. Noctis had learned that the hard way when he'd tried coaxing Nyx into picking up World of Warcraft, only to sheepishly learn that he didn't have a rig powerful enough to run it, nor the extra funds to maintain the monthly membership fees.

Lesson learned.

That didn't mean Nyx couldn't come and spend a rainy day at his apartment, right? It was something they adored doing, traipsing between their homes and spending time in the city when princely duties weren't keeping the prince from seeing his boyfriend. That, and Glaive duties on Ulric's end.

Noctis startled from his thoughtfulness when a rapping sounded at his door, messily scampering to his feet as he slid on his socks to a halt before the door, a bit of puerile elation lighting his face before he peered through the peep hole to see who it was.

Seeing a certain Galahdian in flannel and jeans caused his heart to leap, maybe a little too excitedly. “Okay, cool—“ he murmured to himself, trying not too appear too enthusiastic.

Swinging the door open, Nyx had no time to say hello before Noctis unceremoniously grabbed Nyx by the sleeve and yanked him in with a bemused smile catching the older man's features. The inertia seemed to be enough to briefly close their bodies together, Noctis impishly winding his arms around the older man's neck and kissing him enthusiastically.

An inquisitive sound emanated throatily as Nyx took a moment to adjust and smile into the kiss, winding his arms around the small of Noctis' back and cant his head to kiss back just as deeply. “Hello to you, too,” the Glaive grinned, Noctis leaning into him with a grin just as giddy. “So, what's the grand agenda today, Highness?”

Noctis gazed at him with a brief look of pensiveness on his features, taking both of Nyx's hands and holding them with hopefulness in those sapphire blues. “Promise me you won't laugh.”

Nyx quirked a brow. “Can't make any promises if it's a joke.”

“For our date, what if we went around the shopping district, but...just not in the usual way?” Noctis hinted with a puckish smile on his face. Had Nyx been anyone else, it likely would've been waved off as ridiculous. But Nyx had this synergy about him that Noctis adored, like he could bounce off ideas and find a complementary match.

The smirk only seemed to grow on Nyx's face, mischief twinkling in those stormy blues. “I dunno, highness. That might mean you having too much fun. You sure your buddies wouldn't mind?” He folded his arms, releasing Noctis when the prince grinned again and raced down the hall into his bedroom.

“Hang on, wait here!” Noctis shouted from his room, rummaging through the contained chaos signature of it. Finding them draped on the bed, he raced back into the living room with two red-lined, white hoodies that didn't seem tremendously special to Nyx, but by the way Noctis beamed, it surely seemed to be. “I got these from Roen's stall back at the Assassin's Festival from a few months back. Can you believe it? Actual replicas of Desmond Miles' hoodie, down to the sticking. You know, the white one? From Assassin's Creed in all those modern segments.”

Nyx eyed them with an approving smile, one inevitably larger due to the Glaive's own height. Though he wasn't exactly keyed in completely with the story, but from Noctis' own happy ramblings on the saga and playthroughs when they spent rain nights in together, it garnered his interest. Didn't seem too much different from what he did as a Kingsglaive, even though assassinations weren't exactly their specialty.

“So, we going incognito tonight? Leaping from roof to roof?” Nyx replied with a growing smile, always glad to see Noctis so enthused and not feeling abashed for it. It certainly would be a little less mortifying than donning Bayek's Medjay robes in this weather, this much was certain.

“Yeah, you bet!”

It didn't take long for both men to don their new attire, Noctis bristling with jocular excitement as he dramatically pulled the hood over his head, attempting the smirk signature to the assassins in the series. He availed himself in the mirror, replete with the shoulder bag slung across his back and the baggy jeans, though Nyx was happy to remain in what he wore over his lower extremities. They both hitched the subway to the shopping district in the east side of Insomnia, a place seldom frequented, but eager to sojourn to. With their hoods drawn over their heads, there was the added advantage of concealment Nyx found advantageous, especially given how it was often for the better that Noctis be disguised from his geekier inclinations.

“There's this scene when Desmond's escaping Abstergo—it's during the second game, I think. You know, during Ezio's trilogy? When he was escaping with Lucy Stillman. Wait...no, I think that was another game. Brotherhood, maybe?” While Noctis pondered over the details, Nyx kept his eye on the LED screens that indicated their stops. Of course, he wasn't exactly zoning out from Noctis' excited chatter. He was interested in being part of his life outside of their respective duties, hobbies included.

The bell rung when their stop was reached, Noctis almost bolting through he was so excited. “Hang on, Auditore. Think we might want to plan this out a bit first.” Though most might not think it, Noctis had taken lessons in parkour to the side. Useful to navigating a cityscape when Warping was too conspicuous. The terminal wasn't too crowded with people, Nyx guiding the rambunctious prince where it wasn't too crowded. Nobody seemed to be coming down the down escalator much at all. In the grand station, Sunday nights didn't see much activity, which was advantageous to them.

“Race ya!” Noctis suddenly crowded when he took off at a low sprint, leaping on to the rail that guided the escalator down and tip-toeing up it with ease, arms barely needed to keep his balance. Nyx laughed as he set off after him, leaping on the opposite as both men crossed paths in their ascent, looking acrobatic as several people caught on and began filming with their smart phones, Noctis snickering when he realized he and his boyfriend would be trending on Wark tonight.

Once they emerged from the underground, Noctis bolted and leapt on the back of a bus that was beginning to pull away, clinging to its bike rack that was fortunately empty. “Nyx, over here!” Noctis called as it began picking up speed.

“Fucking Six—“ Nyx cursed to himself as he raced after Noctis, leaping just in the nick of time to Noctis clapping him on the back.

Deciding it was better to follow Noctis' lead, they rode on the precarious transportation before the prince nodded sharply and allowed his feet down enough to gingerly gauge an appropriate stopping point. Slowing around a bend, he ran for a few strides before letting go and dodge-rolling from the path of an oncoming car. Its horns blared, but Nyx simply smirked in a cavalier fashion before leaping back on to the car's hood with indignant shouts from the drivers, then somersaulting off and into a street corner where Noctis waited.

“Hey, you alright?” Noctis asked breathlessly as he laughed, helping Nyx to his feet, leather gloves saving him from bruised and bloodied palms.

“Yeah, think so. Where to next?” Nyx replied, smile admittedly elated as he stole a quick kiss before Noctis playfully shoved him away, laughing jubilantly. Gods, this was more fun than he'd had in awhile.

“Up there—slowpoke!” Noctis called retroactively before bounding away towards a scaffolding and hefting himself through an open gulf, scrambling to his feet again as he rounded the exterior and shimmied his way upwards.

Nyx called out something indignant before he bolting after him, more or less following suit of the energetic prince as he was already ascending a pipe that jutted from the facade of the building. It wasn't long before they met halfway on the twelve story building, almost colliding into a fire escape they'd been racing upwards on. Nyx was almost shoved off, but wormed his way out and beat Noctis to the punch.

“Not fair!” he called up after Nyx, the older man laughing at Noctis' consternation.

“Aw, come on, Highness! You've always liked my ass, so enjoy the view!” Noctis admittedly blushed at that, but furiously renewed his pace with vigor as he found another angle, racing upwards between the protruding windows that provided fantastic purchase. Smugly, he hefted himself over the ledge and hefted himself over and collapsing, breathless, on a bed of pebbles waiting. Unfortunately for him, Nyx was already waiting for him.

“Best two out of three?” Noctis offered with a breathless smile, evolving into a grin when Nyx sat himself on Noctis' back, the prince barking out strained laughs under the strain of Nyx's weight. “Get off, lard ass!”

Nyx re-positioned himself when Noctis rolled on his back, the Glaive straddling his hips with a smug grin. Before Noctis could rebut, he leaned down and snaked a deep kiss from the prince, the price of his victory. When Noctis shoved him away again, he made a face. “You're still an ass.” Feinting, he quickly capsized Nyx and rolled them over, Nyx grunting when he did. “Best two out of three, like I said.” With that, the warmth on his pelvis lifted, Noctis hopping to the ledge as he smiled with a challenge in his eye. Spanning his arms, he smirked rougishly and leaped from the roof in a free-fall, something below muffling the impact of his fall.

Determined to win another kiss, Nyx yanked his hood back over his face that had been upset in their playful scuffle.

“You can bet on it, Noct,” he murmured to himself before Warping from the roof to meet the prince in their renewed race once more.

[jazzraft]

Title: Pumpkin Spice & Everything Nice - Quiet & Light Chapter: 5/5 [1][2][3][4] Words: 964 Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Commentary: for day ten of the “death by fluff” challenge @nyxnoctocalypse. the them is light/dark to finish out the week. also a prompt fill for #15. Fog from this list, requested by @aithilin Summary: Paradise says goodbye in the same way it said hello; gently and full of promise. also on AO3

Light acted differently out from underneath the Wall. It was still and steady where the light of the city seemed to always be shifting. Insomnia was in constant motion, the ripples of his father’s magic stirring an ancient haze over the towering planes of glass. But out in the countryside, when the autumn winds settled and the amber plumes of leaves suspended, motionless, in the brisk evenings, Noctis could feel the tranquility of the earth sink deep into his very bones.

Time sighed through the dawn mist with the rising rays of sunlight. The shadows turned so slowly that he couldn’t even see them move. They were in one place – dark fire struck beneath the oaks – but no matter how intently he stared out at them, he never saw them move to the next. Wherever the sun cast them, they looked like they had always been there and nowhere else.

The fog rolled in leaden clouds across the lake. It reminded him of the closed eyes beside him. Constant, captivating, enigmatic, capturing his imagination for immeasurable lengths of time. All of the valley reminded him of Nyx. Maybe that was why he loved it so much. It was quiet, steadfast, but bursting with adventure. The hills closed around the cabin, intimately concealing the escape from colder, curious glares.

He didn’t feel like he was under a microscope when he was here and he was with Nyx. He felt welcomed to a place he didn’t think would want him. He felt belonged in a way he had tried to feel with Insomnia for all of his life, but never did. He felt found in the misty morning, where the grays glowed with their own colors and their strange stillness that was always in motion.

He loved the air, clean and crisp and driving deep into his lungs every time he pulled a breath inside. He loved the noise, a silence of sounds that he didn’t hear in the city. The closing strum of the crickets as the night paled into morning. The croak of the frogs on the shores of the distant lake, the humble symphony for the wild. He could hear birds singing the first notes of the sunrise choir. All hidden beneath the safe shroud of the morning mist.

The bed croaked awake beneath him, arms folded against the headboard to gaze out the window above it. The sheets rasped across naked skin, then an arm rested loosely around his waist. Coarse hair itched into the small of his back, tickling his own lips into a drowsy smile. Nyx kissed the shallow dip, warm and slow.

“Do you know what time it is? I thought you wanted it to be against the law to be awake this early.”

His voice was as rough as the hair on his chin, brushing up Noct’s spine to settle in the slope between his neck and shoulder. HIs eyes were as misty as the morning and just as quiet with half-sleep. Noctis rolled his head against his, bumping against frizzy braids, dismayed from their intricate design by desperate hands in the midnight.

“The sounds woke me up.”

“The cat again?”

“No,” Noctis laughed. He nodded out the window, barely lifting his head, the languor of the valley too heavy to want to move. “Everything else.”

Nyx hummed in agreement, or just to make a sound to tell him he was listening. His eyes drifted shut as he nuzzled back into Noct’s skin. Noctis felt his breath against his neck, the rise and fall of his chest against his side, instinctively matching the rhythm of his own breathing.

Everything was so vulnerable in these hours. So innocent. So pristine and untouched by the burdens of the day. And Noctis felt like he was a part of it at last. He didn’t feel like he was on the outside looking in, begging to know what utter contentment could possible feel like. He was here. He breathed with the heartbeat of daybreak. He was whole with it, not apart from it.

“I don’t think I can go back, Nyx,” he confessed. “I know there’s Dad, and the guys, and your job, and your friends, but…”

“Yeah. Yeah, I know.”

The cabin was strewn with everything that Noctis wanted. Two coffee mugs on the kitchen counter, the coffee pot standing expectantly beside them and a tea kettle shadowing it on the stove. Thick coats thrown across the couches, warm scarves nestled in the hoods, hand-me-down sweaters slung on the hangers in the open closet. Pumpkins by the fire place, woolen quilts draped across the bed and spilling onto the wooden floors, claimed with a few strands of fluffy white cat fur. The ghost of wood-smoke and cinnamon drenched into the walls and the sheets and everything.

“We’ll come back,” Nyx promised in the dopey certainty of slumber. “Whenever you want.”

“Whenever I want is always.”

“I won’t object if you want to suddenly have a change of character and enact the spoiled royal brat policies we’ve dreamed about.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“That’s all I know how to do.”

He kissed along the pathways of sleep-tendered skin. Noctis smiled, lop-sided and lazy and so far away from his own cares. About the Crown, about Insomnia, about anything he’d been told should be the world to him.

This was his world. These were the things he wanted to protect with the power he was destined to inherit. The lazy mornings of hidden lovers. The earthy perfume of the fall wilds surrounding them. The close, snugness of the pillows and the blankets and the pumpkins and the coffee.

Noctis pulled himself away from the view to sink back against Nyx, returning the wandering kisses. Lazy laps of wistful love in the foggy autumn light.

[amidalogicdive]

Heir

Title: Heir

Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Nyx Ulric, Sazha the Cat Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Dorks in Love, Kissing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Engagement, royal duties, Love vs Duty, Idiots in Love, talks of the future

Ao3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12538300

Summary: What starts as a night of bedroom fun, turns into something totally unexpected; and Nyx realizes he should have done this a long time ago.

Written for the NyxNoct Fluffpocalypse (Fall 2017)

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OCT. 28 - Favourites: Way to spend time

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Nyx made his way across the room, two cups of water in his hand, as dark eyes watched him from the bed. Handing one to his lover, Nyx sat the other on the bedside table before arching a brow at the younger man. "Like what you see?" He teased, climbing back into the bed and claiming Noctis' mouth with his own before he could comment. The glaive had all but moved into the prince's chambers a few months back, though he could be found at his apartment now and then. Especially if he'd stayed late at the compound and had to be back early the next day. But his life was at the Citadel now, something that he never thought would happen.

Breaking from the kiss, Noctis was about to tease Nyx but noticed that something was off. "You're thinking again." The words were breathed out as a pale finger rose to run down his forehead to the tip of his nose. “You get these little wrinkles right here when you’re thinking about something important.”

“Do I?” Watching the prince take a sip of the water, his lips turned up into a half smile before affirming the question. “Well, you make me think a lot. Anyway, they aren’t wrinkles; I’m not that old.”

“I never said old, just wrinkles.” Dark eyes twinkled with mischief as he nuzzled his face into the glaives neck. “Anyway, you’re not old. You’re perfect.”

Snorting, Nyx shifted so he was lying beside Noctis and looked up at the ceiling. “Far from perfect, little prince.”

Rolling onto his side, Noct propped his head up and stared down at his lover. "Perfect enough for me, or I wouldn't have wasted all these years being yours." Icy orbs glanced to the side, watching as the prince took another drink from his cup. Reaching across Nyx, he set the cup on the side table, before dropping his hand to the glaive chest. Gentle fingers traced along the scars but never left his gaze. "I don't need anyone but you, Nyx."

“Council thinks different.” He whispered, running his hands across the pale chest and down to his hips.

"Council always thought different where you were concerned." Pulling from the glaives touch, Noctis flopped on his back and buried on hand into his hair, tugging lightly. Obviously, all this movement was the final straw for Sazha. Giving an annoyed yowl of protest, he stretched and hopped off the bed with a glare.

Nyx could care less if the cat was pissed, he could tell his lover was frustrated and that bothered him more than the furball's mood. Noctis wasn't the one to fight, yell or make a fuss when it came to the Council. He held it in, which usually hurt him more than helped in the long run. While the citizens of Lucis might be unaware of the relationship between its prince and Nyx, the Citadel was. It was brought up in meetings at least once a week, how it could affect the people, the kingdom. There was also the concern for a future King or Queen of Lucis, which Nyx couldn't give Noctis.

"Stop that." Pulling him back over, Nyx buried his face into his neck. "They aren't worth ruining tonight over. This is supposed to be our night," Nipping his neck, he could feel Noctis start to relax again. "Anyway, they are right. You'll need an heir, and I always knew it would come to this. I can't be selfish and claim your mine when I can't give you the one thing you need."

"Don't worry, it's taken care of."

That caught the glaives attention, pulling away as he sat up to stare down at the prince below him. "Taken care of? This isn't like going to the corner market and grabbing a bite to eat, little prince." Noctis chuckled at the analogy, shaking his head. "Don't laugh, what do you mean it's taken care of?"

"Exactly what I said," Cerulean met icy silver, smirking as he ran a finger down his cheek. "My place is here, in the Citadel. I am the Prince and heir of Lucis, and that is a station that I can't... I won't abandon it. I have a duty to the citizens of this city, to this crown and kingdom. But I refuse to give you up. You are the only one I love."

Despite the fact that they’d been together for so long, and Nyx knew the depth of Noctis' feelings for him, he could still surprise him now and then. To know he'd been plotting out the future and was just bringing it up, well that left him a bit confused. "Seeing this involves both of us, were you planning on telling me how you expect to have an heir?"

“Maybe?" Arching a brow, Noctis tugged on a braid. "You're not planning on running if I do, are you?"

"You know I wouldn't do that, brat. You're stuck with me until you get rid of me, and the Council can go fuck off." Noctis opened his mouth to speak, but Nyx cut him off with a kiss. "Now, stop trying to avoid the subject. I know you're a smart little shit, so what plans have you made?"

Pushing on the glaives chest, he made Nyx lay back as he straddled his lap. Sitting there for a moment, teeth bit his bottom lip as he thought of the best way to explain his arrangement. "Ok, well you know that Luna is in love with Cindy and there is no way that is going to change. She can't have a child either and one day we were speaking and the subject of heirs came up."

Pale eyes widened, his mouth falling open as if Nyx were about to make a comment, then snapped shut. Everything clicked together with those words, and he didn't even have to hear the rest of this plan but allowed Noctis to continue anyway.

"So she asked if I would... you know?" A warmth arose on his cheeks, fingers outlining the scars on his chest as his eyes lowered. "Um, if I would... donate, so she could. In return, she said she would be a surrogate for me." He was trembling at this point, orbs rising to meet his own again as he uttered two more words. "For us."

"So you agreed?" A nod, "I see." Nyx sat up, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Noct, I love you. I love you so much, and I'll admit I was afraid that I would only hold you back. Still am, actually." The prince leaned back, concern in his eyes, but it subsided when he saw the smile that Nyx wore. "The fact that you thought all this out so we could be together. Damn, I'm honored, love."

Their lips came together, it was gentle, needy and expressed everything that they felt. Fear. Hope. Love. It all came together as they embraced one another. All of the stress and uncertainty melted away, and they knew everything would be alright.

"I love you Nyx. I would do anything to keep you by my side."

"I can see that." Tanned fingers played along the younger man's spine, tender touches making his boyfriend's body shiver. "I feel the same," Resting his forehead against Noct's, his free hand rose to brush across his jawline. All he could see was pure love looking back at him, and he knew what he had to do. "I want you to marry me, little prince."

Noctis pulled back, watching Nyx for a moment. "You know I wouldn't refuse." His words were cautious, trying to conclude if Nyx was sincerely asking. "Is that an offer, or..."

"An offer, a request. Marry me?" Noctis sat there in his lap, continuing to watch Nyx. "I'm being serious, I know we've been together for what, five..”

“Six.”

“Six... years now. Damn, I probably should have asked sooner. I think your father will kill me if I don't ask after all this time. But I mean it, love."

He could see that Noct was trying not to laugh, but the humor was apparent in the sapphire eyes that met his own pale orbs. "I know you're a loyal man, an honest man, Nyx Ulric."

"Loyal to you, to this." He motioned between them, grabbing the prince's chin gently. "You're my everything. This, us being together, is all I need. It's what I enjoy the most. I'd live for you, die for you, kill for you."

Biting his lip, a smile appeared. "Say it again."

"Noctis Lucis Caelum, lyubov' moya, dusha moya. Marry me?"

The smile broke into a grin as he threw his arms around Nyx neck and kissed him. "Yes! Now, forever!

"Longer than forever?"

Noct tugged on one of the longer braids as he nodded in affirmation. “I swear.” Wrapping his legs around the glaives waist, he tugged him closer. “Now, fiancé. How about getting back to the fun we were having. What is it you said earlier? You were going to pound me into the bed until I couldn't move?” He knew he didn’t need to ask twice as Nyx laid him back into the bed, leaning over him.

“Anything you want, my love.”

[amidalogicdive]

Weather Permitted

Title: Weather Permitted

Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Tags: Fluff, Kissing, First Love, Developing Relationship, Falling In Love, Love, Friends to Lovers

Ao3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12444246

Summary: When they first met, it had been the night of his birthday. Where they got to know one another was in the Kingsglaive arena - weather permitted.

Written for the NyxNoct Fluffpocalypse (Fall 2017)

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OCT. 21 - Seasonal: Weather 

The first time they trained together it started to rain.

Some might have perceived that as a bad omen, but Nyx knew better than most. To his people, it symbolized rebirth, renewal, devotion… and love. Looking back, he knew everything happened for a reason. Rain, like emotions, found ways into the dried and cracked earth. It flowed deep within and allowed life to burst forth once again.

Like the earth, Nyx had closed himself up for so long without knowing the rain, he should have known that there would be cracks. Realized that a young man, with eyes like the ocean depths, would find a way through those cracks and into his heart. That one silly little prince would help him learn to live, to breathe. In the end, he would be the one to bring life back to him again.

But he wasn’t one to look at things any deeper than he had to. In the end, rain was rain, and his past was unchangeable. This arena was just another building that sat in the middle of the capital city. A place where a glaive and his prince stood, damp and laughing, as the storm passed overhead. Stubbornly, he told himself, it would never be more than that.

The first time he missed the prince it was snowing. 

They had been training for several months at this point, and Noctis had become a common sight around the compound. None of the glaives ever treated him like a prince, because he refused to treat them like common immigrants. Over time Noctis had memorized all their names, where they were from, families, birthdays. They didn’t know how he had, but it didn’t matter. It had grown into a mutual respect, which had made an impression on them, and so the glaives had adopted him as one of their own.

Even Drautos, who seemed live and breath, 'annoyed', couldn’t dislike his presence when he’d found a bottle of his favorite Lucian whiskey on his desk for his birthday.

So when the prince wasn’t around the glaives noticed, Nyx noticed. It was too quiet, and the arena didn’t feel quite right without laughter echoing within its walls and a familiar smirk flying by as the glaives played warp tag. But, the prince had fallen ill, and the king had declined all visitors aside from his advisor, Ignis. Of course, that didn’t stop them from letting Noctis know he was missed. Pelna had gotten a card, and all the glaives had filled it with a mix of well wishes and threats to get better soon. Three of the glaves had then cornered the man and made sure the card got into Ignis Scientia’s hands to be delivered to the prince.

Upon his return, he’d chided them while trying to hold back his laughter, for scaring his poor advisor. Nyx would later find that the card had taken a special place on the shelving behind Noctis’ desk.

The first time he realized he might love the prince the cherry blossoms fell.

Nyx had been assigned as a guard to the heir at Noctis own request. The two wandered the spring festival where the Prince has spoken to the crowd in place of his father. It was a cool spring day, and the sun was high the sky as they talked. He had tried denying the truth, the feelings that had started to well up within him. But, seeing him like this made it harder for Nyx to hold it in.

It wasn’t right for a glaive to love their monarch, or in this instance, future monarch. Nyx knew he couldn’t control his emotions, so he kept the feelings locked away. When Noctis laughed, looking up at him with eyes like sapphires and tugged him towards one of the festival’s booths; Nyx denied the flutter of his heart was anything more than what he'd felt for Lib’s or Crowe. Having been alone so long he couldn’t think straight, and he was simply mistaking duty with desire.

So he pushed it down deep within him, continuing to make excuses, and hoped that no one would see his true feelings.

The first time he said those words the summer heat had been unforgiving.

They had practiced throughout the day, coats discarded as the people of Insomnia called to their numerous gods for the rain to fall. Summer had run long this year, and the two had given up on any real training early on. Now they sat at the top of one of the ruined monoliths that occupied the arena, watching the sunset. Nyx laid on his back as Noctis talked of his coming birthday party in a few days, though his true day of birth had officially passed. He was eighteen now, a man, and would officially take the oath accepting his place as his father’s heir.

But Nyx had noticed something wasn’t right. He’d been too quiet, preoccupied with other thoughts and seeming distant at times. When he pointed this out, Noctis had simply looked at him, an oddly sad smile on his face.

“Do you think it’s wrong if royalty falls in love with a commoner?”

Those words had hit him like ice water, making him sit up to meet his gaze properly. “Little Prince, I think you can love whoever you want to love. You’re the sole heir of Lucis, and I have a feeling your father would get over it. Anyway, you’ve got a good heart… who could deny you someone that you’re honestly in love with?”

“You think so?”

He nodded, even though his heart rebelled against the words he spoke. “Yeah, I really do. Your father cares for you and so do the Lucian people. All they want is your happiness. Besides, anyone who loves you should consider themselves lucky. You’re quite a catch, Your Highness.” Chuckling as he said those words, Nyx could only pray it came off as supportive. After all, he knew all too well what it was like to love a prince. Knew that they couldn't be more than what they were at this moment. Friends, comrades, associates… A Prince and his Glaive.

So, to say he was surprised when a pair of soft lips covered his own, was an understatement. His mind shut down as his body relished in the fact that the prince was kissing him. As hot as the day was, the kiss was scorching. As a wandering tongue met his own, he wrapped his arm around the man’s waist to pull closer.

When they did part, panting and gasping for air, Nyx held those dark eyes for a moment. Trying to read them, to see the truth behind the veil that Noctis so often wore. But the veil was gone, his feelings were written there like a book that had been laid open before him. “Noct, am I..?” He stopped the words, afraid that speaking them would ruin everything.

“I think I love you, Nyx.”

He could have died at those words. The walls that he’d held up for so long cracked and crumbled around him as he leaned his forehead against the prince’s and smiled. “I think I love you too, Little Prince. Very much…”

Noctis returned the smile, cupping his cheek gently - and in the distance, it rained.

[amidalogicdive]

Symbolism

Title Symbolism

Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Nyx Ulric, Crowe Altius, Titus Drautos | Glauca Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Lost and Found, Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Love, Culture, 

Ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12468792

OCT. 23 - Clothing: Lost Items

“No, no, no…”

Nyx wrapped a towel around his waist, one hand rising to run through damp hair as he exited the tiny bathroom in his apartment so he could get ready for work. He hadn’t expected to find his lover sitting on the floor, having a mild panic attack. Pausing, he watched as Noctis sifted through the clothes that they had removed hastily the evening prior, muttering to himself as pale fingers patted down every piece.  

“Lyubov’ moya, what’s wrong?” Dark eyes glanced up quickly, glassy with tears as he shook his head. It was unlike Noctis to act this way, which instantly worried him. “Noct, what is it?” Nyx knelt quickly, feeling the prince cuddled against him and bury his face into his bare chest.

“I’m so sorry.”

The words confused him as he watched the figure in his arms that was on the verge of breaking down. Stroking his fingers through dark strands to calm him, Nyx tried to determine what had set Noct off to the point he felt he had to apologize. As far as he knew, he’d done nothing. “Little Prince, what happened?”

Shaking his head, he glanced up at the glaive after releasing a few deep breaths. “The necklace you gave me, I-I’ve lost it Nyx. I’m so sorry, I know how much it meant to you…”

Icy orbs fell to the man's bare neck, and though he tried, he couldn’t stop the frown that followed. It had been a gift to him on their second anniversary, a promise… and binding commitment that he wouldn’t leave Noctis. “Baby, calm down. It can be replaced, just breathe for me.”

The prince shook his head, a tear running down flushed cheeks as he held Nyx eyes with his own. “I don’t want a replacement, I want the one you gave me. The one you made me!”

Nyx could see how upsetting this was to his young lover, rubbing his back in slow circles as he spoke again. “Alright, come on breathe. Think, love. You had it last night, right?” He nodded, hiccuping as he did. “Well we haven’t left the apartment, it’s gotta be here baby. Please stop crying. We will find it, I promise.”

“A-Alright…”

Leaning down, he placed a sweet kiss on the tip of his nose. “Not the end of the world. I’m here, we can look together.”

The two combed over the apartment again, checking under the bed and sorting through the blankets. Nyx removed the sheets next, seeing they needed cleaning anyway, and checked the pillowcases. When nothing turned up, Nyx checked the small love seat he’d moved into the apartment shortly after they’d started dating.

The necklace had vanished.

The prince sat on the mattress as Nyx finished putting the small couch back together. Pale fingers ran over his lower neck, over the spot that the charm should have been sitting, and watched as he dressed for work. Noct didn’t know what to say but felt awful nonetheless.

“Noctis, I know you’re upset. I’m not gonna stop loving you because it’s gone, accidents happen and I can make another. Ok?” He knew the offer might end up refused again, but his boyfriend looked so upset he wanted to do something to ease his mind. Pulling on his boots, he made his way over to the prince, kneeling down and took his hands. “Please, don’t give me that look. I have to go to work and I don’t wanna leave you this upset.”

“I just,” He squeezed the tanned hands that held his own, dark eyes avoiding his lover's gaze. “it’s important to you and your culture, to me. You made it with your own hands, and I just… I lost it.”

Cupping his cheek, Nyx caressed his pale skin with a thumb as he made those midnight orbs his loved so much, meet his own. “Noctis, you are what's important to me. Yes, my culture means a lot, but I would give it all up for you. In the end, it’s a piece of metal, but you? You are the only person I am ever going to love. Alright? You are my world, baby.”

Releasing a shaky breath, he hesitated before nodding. Nyx could see that his boyfriend was still upset, but the words had started to calm him. “Yeah, alright. I-I’ll just keep looking while you’re gone. I’m just panicking and it has to be here.”

“Of course, and if it’s not you’ll get another. Now stop crying, got it?” Kissing him, Nyx could taste the salt on his lips, and on his tongue as the prince clung to him. Pulling him closer, he continued to dominate the kiss until Noctis backed away, panting and flushed. “Now rest, don’t want you making yourself sick.” Nyx moved down as light kisses found his lover's pale jaw, continuing down his neck before standing back up. “I changed the sheets, Now I gotta go or I’ll be late. Should only be a few hours, when I get back we can eat.”

“Ok.”

Giving him one last kiss on the forehead, Nyx grabbed his coat and exited the apartment. He hated leaving Noctis alone knowing he’d been crying, but he had no choice. When they had agreed to be a couple, they had agreed that their relationship would come secondary to their jobs. As Prince, Noctis couldn’t make Nyx a priority above his kingdom and Noctis didn’t expect him to do that with his position at the Kingsglaive.

Thankfully the walk from the apartment to the compound was short, and he’d made it there with a few minutes to spare. Entering, he was instantly waved over by Crowe. “Cutting it close, Hero.”

“Sorry I’m late, there was a problem at the apartment.”

“Oh?” Crowe was one of the few that knew of the relationship that had occurred with himself and the prince. She also knew how to keep her mouth shut. Seeing the look he gave her, a slight arch of his brow that spoke volumes, she dropped the subject. “Better get your coat on,” She said, helping him button it up as he straightened the collar. “formation is in a few minutes.” Pulling at the heavy fabric, a glint of silver caught her eye from the interior. “Something came loose?”

“What?” Nyx glanced down at well, realizing what it was she’d found. “Shit, we were just looking for this.” Pulling the chain from where it had caught, a silver charm came into view.

Rich brown eyes shot up to meet his own, her mouth opening to speak, but nothing came out. She knew what that piece of metal meant, but hadn’t expected to see it. “It’s gotten like that, hm?”

Giving her a look that told her, in no uncertain terms, that she needed to mind her own business; Nyx looked down at the chain. “Damn it, the latch came loose. It must have caught on my coat last night.”

“Crowe! Ulric! Formation, now!” Both glaives looked up as Drautos glared at them, motioning for them to get their asses in gear. Slipping the necklace into his pocket, Nyx knew he would need to get it fixed so he could take it home to his boyfriend.

Now, hours later, he found himself standing in a tiny dark shop in the Galahdian district and just a short walk to his home. Nyx watched the elderly woman as she leaned over the delicate piece of jewelry to examine it. “Mm, the clasp is not good, it has snapped. I’m not surprised to see it is broken.” She whispered, rummaging in a drawer until she found a small metal hook. “It looks like it had been damaged when it was attached to the chain.”

“That’s my fault,” The woman looked up as he spoke. “You see, I made it for my boyfriend. It’s very important to him, can you fix it?”

Humming lightly, work-worn fingers ran over the metal as they followed the curve and crossing of the design. She knew this symbol representing love, protection, unity… and knew the meaning of it. In some tribes, it was a gift, given to the other half of one's soul. Their reason for living, the one they would die for, would kill for.

She smiled at the glaive when she looked up at him after the examination. “Made it, you say? It is a very well crafted, you are from the Northern Islands of Galahd then?” He could feel a flush rise in his cheek, realizing that she knew its symbolism, and gave her a look of annoyance. Of course, it didn’t phase her. “It is meant to bind two souls that have found their other half for all eternity, he must be very important to warrant such a gift.” Pausing, the old woman stood, taking the necklace with her. “It can’t be fixed, but such an item shouldn’t be away from its owner. I’ll replace it with a better chain and clasp.”

Nyx hadn’t expected that. “Look, I don’t know if I have enough too...”

Waving off the comment before he could finish, she grabbed a thicker woven chain and checked the clasp. “Yes, it will do and will handle wear far better.” Moving the charm from one chain to the other, she secured the clasp and handed it back to him. “Take care of your soulmate, it is all the payment I need. Go now, you must return your promise to him; child of Galahd.”

"Thank you..." Turning, he made his way out of the cramped shop and back into the streets.  Navigating the narrow alleyways, Nyx knew it would only take him a matter of minutes to finally be home with Noctis once again.

Noct had curled up on the bed, blankets tucked around him, as he watched the small TV across the room. He’d decided to look one last time, and still found no sign of the necklace that his lover had given him. Thinking back on last night hadn’t helped him either. He remembered it had been there when he’d arrived at Nyx apartment, and it wasn’t until he’d woken up he’d realized it was missing.

The Prince’s eyes were still red-rimmed with tears as he let out a breath, knowing he would have to give in and ask Nyx for another and that broke his heart. Despite what he’d said, Noctis knew it was an important gift when it came to his lover's culture and was brushing it off to save his feelings. It was a gift given to one's true love, Nyx had told him that much, and why the loss of it upset him.

Hearing the door open pulled him from his thoughts, watching as Nyx slipped off his coat and hung it up. “Little Prince,” Making his way to the bed, Nyx sat next to him and pulled Noctis into his arms. “I told you to stop crying.”

Chuckling, he tried to brush off his sadness. “I’m sorry, I know it’s silly to be upset over. But, I also know how important it was to you that I have it.” Resting his head on Nyx shoulder, he felt familiar fingers run through his hair. “I did try looking again, but I never found it.”

Placing a kiss on his forehead, Nyx reached down and pulled the chain from his pocket, allowing Noctis to see it. Deep ocean blue eyes widened, looking at the necklace and then to his lovers own pale orbs. “I found it, somehow the clasp broke and it caught on my coat. Took it to a shop a few block away, and the woman there said it couldn’t be fixed. She’s replaced it with a thicker chain and stronger clasp.” Undoing it, he slipped the chain around his neck and fastened it. "There, back where it belongs."

A pale hand rose, lying over the charm as a look of relief washed over him. “Nyx, thank you so much. You were understanding, and you found it, you returned it to me.” Noctis knew it was the same one, he’d memorized every curve and dent pressed into the metal as he’d shaped it. His free hand rose, curling into ashen braids, pulling the elder glaive down. “I love you so much, Nyx.”

“Little Prince…moya lyubov’, dusha moya,  zhizn’ moya.” Their lips met, sweet and gentle, holding a longing for one another they hadn’t been able to deny. Pulling away, Nyx laid his lover back against the bed as he nipped at the pale column exposed to him. “Now that it’s returned to its proper place,” He whispered, kissing the charm that rested there. “let me teach your body who it belongs to once again?”

Noct nodded, midnight jewels expressing the need and desire he couldn’t find the words to say. He couldn’t remember a time he’d felt this whole, this complete, as he felt when he was with Nyx. Noctis hoped that this feeling wouldn’t end, like the promise that sat wrapped around his neck. Together as one, they were a perfect compliment to one another… and that wouldn’t change.

Nyx was his home, forever.

[amidalogicdive]

Arrival

Title: Arrival

Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric, Cindy Aurum/Lunafreya Nox Fleuret Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Nyx Ulric, Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII, Ignis Scientia, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Most mentioned in passing, Fluff, Established Relationship, Married Couple, royal couple, Children, Dorks in Love, Idiots in Love, Loving Marriage, happiness, Cuddling & Snuggling, Joyful, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Love, Affection, honoring the dead

Ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12553792

Summary: Years have passed since their engagement, and now happily married; they are ready for the next chapter in their life together.

Written for the NyxNoct Fluffpocalypse (Fall 2017)

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OCT. 29 - Time: The years ahead

When it finally happened they were deep into one of the coldest winters that Insomnia had seen in generations. Dark clouds filled the sky as heavy snow fell, making the early afternoon into an artificial night. Luckily for the royal couple, the room they were in was filled with warmth due to the fire and the long-awaited event. Luna had arrived weeks before, heavy with child as Cindy followed, a squirming three-year-old in her arms that they'd named Sol Nox Flueret.

The Citadel was filled with a nervous energy for days, and then it happened. The children were born, twins. It hadn't been expected but was celebrated, nonetheless. Especially by Nyx, who never dreamed he'd be married to the man he loved, much less have a true family once again. The boy had come first, long limbs and flailing arms as he cried loudly until he was set in Noctis' arms. The Prince smiled down at the small bundle, rocking him until the child stopped fussing.

"Isn't that better." He whispered, Nyx looking over his shoulder at the child. "You will be a Prince among men, and one day a King of King's."

"He looks like you, love."

Noctis smiled up at him, feeling his husband tug at one of his braids. One that Nyx had woven into his hair on their wedding day and every day since. "He has Luna's eyes, gonna be a heartbreaker."

Before he could respond the nurse walked out again, holding out the second bundle for Nyx to hold. Taking the child, he watched the little human in his arms. It was a mix of emotions that rushed through him, happiness, nervousness. But this was his child, his daughter cooing in his arms. Eyes like the midnight sky looked up at him, calm, gentle - Noctis' eyes. Glancing up at his husband, Nyx could stop the tears that formed.

“Are you ok, love?” Handing his son to his father, Noct moved to stand beside him, the little girl in his arms falling into an easy slumber.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. I just, it reminds me of my time in Galahd. When Selena was born, mother let me hold her like this. She was so small, so beautiful." Reaching up, he scrubbed a hand over his eyes, then looked at his lover. "It's good to feel this again like I have a true family."

Placing a kiss to his cheek, Noctis watched the little girl for a moment. A slight nod was Nyx only warning before he spoke. "Selena, it fits her.

Pale eyes widened, looking from Noctis to Regis, and back. "Noct, no... I couldn't ask you to do that." His eyes darted back to the King. "Tell Noctis it isn't necessary!"

Regis simply chuckled, gracing the glaive with a smile. "It's not my child and not my decision. But, I agree with my son; it's quite a lovely name."

"It suits her, my love," He fell quiet as the two men watched one another, trying to decipher the others thoughts. "but only if you don't mind."

"Y-You know I don't mind." The words were whispered, laying his forehead against Noctis' as a single tear ran down his cheek. "She would be ecstatic to know we named her niece after her, probably wouldn't shut up about it for days."

"Then, Selena it is."

"Why are you so good to me?" He asked, looking back down at the little girl lying in his arms. "When I came to Insomnia I was nothing. You have given me a reason to live, your love, and now a family. I, sometimes I feel I don't deserve it."

"You do Nyx," Reaching up, his fingers grasped a braid and made the glaive look at him. "You deserve all of this and more, after all, you put up with me every day."

"Thank you, Noctis."

"You're welcome, my love."

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Noctis and Nyx remained inside the following day with the children, snow still heavy on the ground, though the storm had passed overnight. Ignis Scientia, as the adviser to the crown, was given the honor of announcing the Royal birth. Making his way out of the Citadel doors, he stood upon the steps where a rather large group had formed.

"Good Morning citizens of Lucis. It is an honor that I stand before you day in place of His Highness, Prince Noctis and Sir Nyx Ulric, to make the following announcement." The crowd was silent as he spoke, only the light crunch of snow underfoot breaking the stillness. "The twins arrived yesterday afternoon in good health to the delight of the royal couple. This blessing was delivered to Lucis by the grace and kindness of the Princess of Tenebrae, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret." Pushing his glasses up, he couldn't help but smile. "It is my honor and pleasure to announce the Royal birth of Crown Prince and heir apparent to the throne; Helion Lucis Caelum Ulric. As well as his sister, the Princess Selena Lucis Caelum Ulric. His Majesty, King Regis Lucis Caelum is overjoyed and gives thanks to the citizens of Lucis for their well-wishes and support. More information will be forthcoming, and I thank you for your time." Bowing, he turned to re-enter the Citadel, tapping at the small earpiece. "The message has been delivered at this time."

"Tell Iggy he did a wonderful job, love! Didn't he, my little loves? Uncle Iggy did a good job telling everyone about you!"

Ignis shook his head, as Nyx spoke. "Love, I'm pretty sure he heard you. But yes, we listened on the radio. Well done, now get up here. We have coffee, and Prompto just went to fetch breakfast with Gladio. Crowe and Lib's should be here soon."

"On my way." Tapping off the earpiece, he made his way back to the couple's suite.

[amidalogicdive]

Off Time

Title: Off Time

Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Nyx Ulric Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Love, Falling In Love, Hobbies, Secrets, Established Relationship, two dorks in love

Ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12484072

OCT. 24 - Hobbies: To shy to share

Nyx had a secret hobby he was too embarrassed to share, and had kept under wraps. That was until a certain prince showed up without notice and blew his cover.

Written for the NyxNoct Fluffpocalypse (Fall 2017)

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Nyx had to thank whatever astral created Friday. It was finally the end of the week, training was done and he had no border mission to run. Nyx had the whole weekend off and was free and clear of all responsibility. Even his lover had plans, well he vaguely remembered some conversation about him and the Ambassador of Niflheim's son going out that evening. Prom was a good kid, so he knew they wouldn't get in too much trouble. But that was beside the point...

It was Friday, and he'd received the package he'd been waiting for three days ago. Three days of wishing time would go faster, and that the glaives-in-training would stop fucking up their warps and eating arena dirt. He deserved this damn it and had planned accordingly. The apartment door was locked, his fridge had been stocked with beer and at least three days of take-out Galahdian. Freshly showered and changed, he grabbed one of each and made his way over to the loveseat that now sat in his room. It was a recent purchase, mostly for Noct's benefit, but Nyx loved how comfortable it was. Setting the food on a small side table, he popped a disk into the player and sat back, familiar music started to fill the room.

But it was short-lived as he heard a rattling at his front door. For a second he played it off as the wind or some annoying neighbor. Then, his greatest fear happened as the apartment door opened and he was Noctis.

“Hey Nyx, sorry for the surprise visit but…”

Nyx moved faster than he'd ever moved in his life, trying to block the television screen as he reached for the remote. As for Noctis, he just stood in the doorway blinking at his lover's odd behavior. Slamming a finger down on the power button, the screen went dark as words rushed from his lips. "Hey, love, what's up? Why didn't you call, you weren't supposed to be here?"

Noctis stood there silently, jeweled orbs glancing from Nyx to the TV, then back to his boyfriend a few times. "Um, I left my phone here this morning.” Making his way over to the bed tucked in the corner, the prince picked up the forgotten device and slipped it into his coat pocket. “Did I disturb you?” Once again those eyes glanced between Nyx and the dark screen of the television.

“No! No, no… of course not, baby.” He needed an excuse, anything to placate the man before him. “I, you see it was…” Noctis arched a brow, waiting for him to speak as his arms crossed. “Training!” He spat the word out, instantly regretting it.

“Training?”

“Mm, training. Yep, good old training.”

Taking a few steps over to his lover, dark eyes glanced around for a moment. “Training, with beer and take-out?”

“It was a really long week, little prince.”

A few more steps and Noctis was standing before Nyx, a slight frown pulling at his lips. “I bet, and you know you can’t lie for shit, Nyx.” He opened his mouth to defend himself when Noctis picked up the box from the table and held it up. “When does glaive training involve… ‘The Many Adventures of Malboro-Kun’, or is this a recent development?”

A bright green malboro with huge eyes stared back at him, his tentacles happily flailing as a monster catcher chased after him down the street. Nyx was so fucking busted, and he knew it. “Sorry.”

“Sorry? Why did you lie to me?”

Retreating a few steps, his back hit the chilled wall as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “I thought you might think I’m childish, you know?”

“Too late for that.”

That earned the prince a glare. “Look, when I first came here I wasn’t in a good place...mentally. There was a lot of shit that I carried from Galahd and had just signed up with the glaives. If I wasn’t training and taking my frustrations out in the arena, I was… sulking here. Libs, he got me a tv and said I needed to get my mind off shit. Well, one day I randomly turned it on and that show was on.” Noctis looked down at the case in his hand, smiling at the bright exterior. “It was the only thing that took my mind off all the shit I couldn’t control.” Shrugging slightly, he saw Noctis look back up at him. “It was something that made me smile before I had you to brighten my day. Between training, missions and being with you I miss episodes so I just started buying the sets when they came out.”

“Why didn’t you tell me.”

“I-I just thought you’d laugh at me, you know? An adult watching Malboro-kun…”

“You should have been honest with me, Nyx.”

“I know, you’re right.” Running a hand across his face, a silly grin crossed his lips as he flung his arms open. ”I’m sorry little prince, your glaive boyfriend loves the Malboro-kun show. Now, do you forgive me?”

Noctis stood there quietly for a moment, his eyes dropping to the box in his hands once again as he flipped it over. Reading the description printed on the back, he held it back up for the glaive to see a moment later. “I swear, I seriously thought that you were watching porn, asshole.”

“What?” Nyx reached out, pulling the small man to him with a smirk. “Why the hell would I watch porn, when you’re all the porn I need?”

“At least I know you’re not lying anymore because that was cheesy.”

“Just being truthful… but I really am sorry.”

Acknowledging the apology with a nod, Noctis cuddled closer and looks at the cover. “This is season five?” Nyx let out a hum, making the prince look up. “I’m guessing you have the whole set then?” Once again he hummed, trying to figure out where Noct was going with this. “I’ve never seen it… maybe do you feel like catching me up?”

“You really don’t think it’s silly I like the show?” He shook his head, and Nyx kissed him lightly. “I was kind embarrassed, ya know?”

“Seriously?” Pushing away from the glaive, he sat the box down and went towards the kitchen. “Prom and I have 48-hour gaming binges, play King’s Knight on our phones religiously and dragged you guys to the Assassin’s Festival like… three weeks ago. You thought I would think this is silly?” Well, his boyfriend did have a point. “So, are you gonna teach me about your hobby?”

“I would love too baby.” Having grabbed his own beer, the two made their way back to the loveseat as Nyx put in the appropriate disk from the first season. “Speaking of Prom, didn’t you two have plans?”

Noctis pulled the bottle from his mouth, his shoulders raising slightly. “Something about his mom and some dinner tonight she wanted him to stay for. Guess someone came in from Nifelheim… I don’t know I really wasn’t paying attention. Anyway, we had to reschedule for tomorrow.”

“Going to stay the night then?”

Pale skin flushed lightly as he met Nyx eyes. “Is that an invitation?”

“You know this place is your home as much as the Citadel. Do you really need an invitation?”

“Not really, and yes I’ll stay.”

Sitting beside him, Nyx pulled him closer as offered Noct a skewer as the music began to play. “So, Malboro-kun is a shit, he goes on all these adventures with his friends. He also has a nemesis, this fucking monster hunter who’s always trying to catch him. Usually, Malboro-kun one-ups him, but if he does get caught Cactar-chan usually saves his ass with a thousand needles. Still, I can’t believe you’ve never seen this show before, you know Crowe has a keychain of him?”

Listening to his silly boyfriend babble about the show with a stupid grin on his face made him realize what a nerd his boyfriend really was. But he was his nerd, and honestly, the two made a great pair. “It sounds wonderful love.”

[amidalogicdive]

Stars

Title: Stars

Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Nyx UlricNoctis Lucis CaelumSelena Lucis Caelum Ulric Additional Tags: other characters mentioned in passing, Fluff, Established Relationship, Dorks in Love, Idiots in Love, royal couple, Cuddling & Snuggling, ALL THE FLUFF, Loving Marriage, Looking to the future, domestic Fluff

Ao3 link for chapter: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12565364 This is now complete and if you wish to read it all in order, the series can be found here: http://archiveofourown.org/series/837276

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OCT. 30 - Light / Dark: Midday / Midnight

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“Which one is that?”

The young girl giggled, “Papa, that Carbuncle!”

“You sure?” She nodded, dark curls bouncing in the firelight and faint blue glow of the haven. “Hm, and that one right there?”

“That's Shiva!”

“Wow, really?” She laughed again as Nyx pulled her close to cuddle her. “How did you get so smart, Selena?”

“Uncle Iggy!”

Nyx pouted. “I've been betrayed, I thought you were gonna say me!”

“Papa!” Squealing as he attacked her with little kisses to her face, she snuggled closer to his chest and Nyx held her.

“What are you two doing?”

Pale eyes looked up, smiling at his husband. “Oh, Selena is teaching her Papa about the stars.”

“I see, then I guess she doesn't want dessert?” Wiggling out of his lap, she jumped up and made a whimpering noise. “Well go on, Uncle Iggy and Uncle Prompto have chocolate and marshmallow. Your brothers going to eat it all!”

Gasping, Selena ran across the haven. “I want some too, Helion!”

Nyx shook his head, chuckling as his husband sat beside him. “They don't need any more sugar.”

“We are camping, it's supposed to be fun. Let them be kids while they can.” They both fell silent, legs hanging over the side of the large circular rock as they looked up at the sky.

“Dusha?”

“Hm?”

Leaning closer, Nyx pointed at a cluster of stars. “Is that really Shiva?”

Noctis gave him a look of disbelief. “Do you doubt your own daughter?” The scowl that followed made the prince laugh. “Yes, my love, that is Shiva.”

“Fuck, We maybe she does know the stars better than I do. I can see Helion is taking after you. He cares about the people around him and likes all that political stuff Ignis teaches him.”

"Thought you were going to point out that he loves to sleep as much as I do." Noctis laid his head on the glaives shoulder, fingers playing with the end of his shirt.

"That too. He's going to be a good King one day and so will you.”

Noctis said nothing in response, cuddling against his husband for several minutes before he finally spoke. “I want you to step down from being a glaive, Nyx.” That caught his attention, leaning back so he could meet the deep eyes of his lover properly. “Before we left, dad called me to his office.”

“I remember…” What was unclear, why did he want him to step down?

“He will be relinquishing the crown, the throne on my birthday next month. I will be King, Nyx.” A smile pulled at his lips as he spoke the next words, though there was a nervousness lingering beyond it. “I want you to be my consort. To sit beside me, rule with me as a King in your own right.”

“Little Prince,”

Noctis regard his husband's reaction to his words with a greater patience than he'd had in his youth. He could see the hesitation and considered that, perhaps, this time he'd asked too much of the man that he’d loved for so long. Needing to break the silence, he finally spoke. “Or you can stay a glaive. I'm not forcing anything on you, I've already asked you for so much.”

That snapped Nyx out of his own thoughts, taking Noct's hand as he laced their fingers together. “I've never done anything I didn't want to do. I don't regret anything I've done for your sake, for my own."

“Years ago you asked me to marry you." Pale eyes fell to the braids that Noctis wore, a sign of their devotion to one another. "Now, I'm asking you to be my equal. Stay by my side? Help rule Lucis? Dad has already approved the request, he thinks it's a wonderful idea.”

“He would, seems your dad loves springing things on me." Leaning forward a bit, Nyx looked up at the stars and smirked. “I can't go against my father-in-law or my husband.” He sat there a moment, the sound of the group by the fire breaking the silence. Their children laughing as Ignis, Prompto, and Gladio watched over them. While it had been expected of the adviser and shield, Nyx hadn't expected the little Chocobo to join the Crownsguard. He'd stepped out of his comfort zone to stand by his friend, maybe it was time for Nyx to do the same. After all, a comfortable life was quite boring at times. "Well, if I'm King, I can keep a better eye on you."

"As if you let me out of your sight now." He shot back, tugging on their joined hands. "So... is that a yes?"

"Yeah, why not. This could be fun and I guess I should lead by example. Don't want your heir running off to be a glaive, just like his Papa is."

"You think far too much of yourself, Hero." Both men looked at one another, grinning. “But you mean it? You really want this?"

“Yeah, baby.” He didn't expect the arms that were thrown around his neck, both falling to the hard rock below as Noctis kissed him. When they pulled apart, Nyx had a huge grin on his face. “Loved that reaction, my love. I should say yes to things more often.”

“Ass.”

They both laid on the ground laughing, their children and little makeshift family feet away from the two. Neither knew if Lucis would always be so peaceful, or if they would always be this happy. But, they would make the most of the time they had together. For their family, friends, and kingdom, they both loved.

[amidalogicdive]

Permission

Title: Permission

Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Nyx Ulric, Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII, Yama-chan Additional Tags: First Love, First Dates, Friends to Lovers, Friendship, Disaster Date, good food, Mutual Pining, Dorks in Love, Asking Permission, Kissing, Cuddling & Snuggling

Ao3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12515232

OCT. 26 - Dates: First Dates

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In his many years as a Kingsglaive, Nyx had seen this room more times than he could count. He knew every corner, secret entrance and potential point of attack that existed. It was his job, his duty, and the glaive was proud of the heights he’d reached over the years. So, if someone had told him a year ago he’d be standing before the king for a personal matter, he wouldn’t have believed it. But here he was, back ramrod straight, hands clenching together at the small of his back as he glanced up at his Monarch. Nyx cleared his throat, trying to hold his gaze, praying to the Six that he wouldn’t sound as nervous as he felt once he opened his mouth. As for King Regis, the man who’d saved his life, he simply watched him with a mixture of confusion and amusement.

“Sir Ulric?” The glaive visibly jumped as his name echoed in the long corridor. “You requested this audience, and yet it seems you have not the words to speak?” His tone was tender, the laughter he wouldn’t voice, obvious in the creases and wrinkles around his green eyes.

Regis was a good man, a kind man, and always had been. Yet as Nyx stood there in the throne room looking up at his King, a legitimate feared for his existence washed through him. If the king wanted, he could easily have him beheaded or make him disappear, and no one would be the wiser. For a moment Nyx brain tried to talk some sense into him, reminding him that Insomnia didn’t behead people. Nyx told that sensible side of him to go jump off the fucking Wall. “I'm sorry Your Majesty, Sir." Yep, he sounded nervous. "Well, you see, I've... I have come here asking for your permission."

Leaning on his cane a bit more than I necessary, Regis shifted in his seat. “Permission?” The King knew Nyx well, and it wasn’t due to the flood of reports that Drautos sent about the rebellious warrior. Nyx was loyal, honest, and a good glaive who he’d trusted enough to train his own son. He also knew Nyx would never set up an audience for mere favors, so Regis knew this was important. “Nyx Ulric," Smiling, he tried to calm the glaive before him as he spoke. "you are a good man who has done much for Insomnia, for the throne. There is little I would deny you. Come now, feel free to speak your mind, we shall see if naught can be done."

“Thank you, Majesty. I just wanted this done the right way.” While he felt honored by the words; inside he was just praying he wouldn’t be struck down by the King’s own magic the moment his request was voiced. “Your Majesty," Mustering what little courage he had the moment, Nyx took a deep breath and... well took the plunge. "I would like to officially ask your permission to take your son out on a date.”

“A date?" Regis could honestly say he hadn't been expecting that from the glaive before him. "Date. Oh..." His eyes widened. "So there is... oh my. I see.”

Swallowing hard, Nyx knew what was coming, and his brain couldn’t help but repeat it like a mantra in his head: 'Fuck, fuck, fuck I’m a dead man. I’m gonna be burned to a crisp all for the love of a little brat.' Closing his eyes, Nyx waited for the hammer to fall and put him out of his misery.

It would be days before Nyx would see Noctis again…

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“Nyx!” The glaive glanced up from the documents in his hand, smiling as the young heir of Lucis ran across the arena towards him. "Sorry, I'm late. Overslept."

“No worries little prince, did you enjoy your trip out to Wiz's with Prompto?"

Noctis shrugged, grabbing the edge of the half wall Nyx was currently leaning against and pulled himself up. "Yeah, I guess so. It's definitely more of a Prom thing, the whole chocobo obsession. I mean, it was nice, we got to hang and his mom paid for the trip so we rented the caravan right at the outpost." Ocean depths met his own icy orbs as the prince smiled. "So, yeah I enjoyed it because he did. Well that and neither of us get out of the city much, so it was a nice change."

"I'm sure it was."

"Oh, I got some fishing in too." Hitting his boots against the wall, Noctis nudged his shoulder into the glaives. "Brought you home some fish I caught, so yeah, overall I can't really complain.”

“Fishing? You must have been in heaven, and thank you for thinking about me, little prince. ” He nodded, eyes shifting to look around the arena for a moment. Seeming content to find they were alone, Noctis leaned over and placed a kiss to his lips. Nyx returned it, tasting a flavor that was sweet and uniquely - his Noctis. "Mm, I missed you too."

"Better have, glaive." Leaning back on his hands, Noctis let out a sigh. "Would have been a nicer trip if you'd come with us. Iggy is fine, but he's just... overly cautious about everything." Brushing his hands off on his pants a moment later, pale fingers wrapped around ashen braids as his eyes roamed over the glaive. "I really hate that training is the only time we can find to be together. That, or I have to sneak out just to have coffee with you."

Smirking at those words, Nyx leaned into the touch and placed a kiss to his jaw. "Then how about a real date? You, me, and a whole night to ourselves? Does that sounds nice, my little love?"

"Sounds great, but how are we pulling that miracle off, Nyx?"

"Well, while you were gone I asked your dad. Some home I survived his protective wrath and he said yes."

"Wait, you asked my dad? You told my dad about us?!"

Nyx couldn't stop chuckling at the look on Noctis' face as he nudged his way between his legs. "I told your dad I wanted to do this right." Wrapping his arms around the prince's waist, Nyx placed another kiss to his jaw. "I asked him if I could take you on a date. Surprisingly, he was ok with it, and permitted me to ask you."

"Permitted, huh? Kinda a big word for you there, glaive."

The comment was teasing, and still, Nyx couldn't help but pull him down for a proper kiss. Not that he would admit it to Noctis, but it was kinda addicted to the brat. "Gotta impress your dad somehow," He whispered, pulling back slightly. "The six know my track record with Drautos isn't gonna do shit for me."

"Mm, very true." Wrapping his legs around the glaives waist, Noct's hand rose, his thumb running over the crow's foot tattoo on his cheek. "So, a real date?"

"Yeah, a real date. Anything you want, I'll make it happen; that is if you say yes?" A small nod and a kiss signified his answer. When they pulled apart, Nyx couldn't help but lick his lips and grin. Yep, no doubt, undeniably addicted to Noctis. "So, what'll it be?"

There was a flash of uncertainty, "Your place? I want you to cook for me, real traditional Galahdian food." Agreeing to the terms, the prince's face lit up with delight. "Friday night? Nothing's going on Saturday... so maybe I can even stay over?"

"That sounds amazing, baby."

"Well then, glaive;" Resting his forehead against Nyx own, Noctis smiled. "I leave it to you."

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Friday morning had come, and Nyx had planned every moment of the day out. He'd wanted everything to be perfect because Noctis didn't really deserve less than that. Unfortunately, as Nyx knew more than well, plans fell through and there was nothing that could be done about it.

The first sign that this day would not go as planned he'd been on his way to the markets. Nyx should have ignored the phone when it started to ring, but he was a man of duty, after all. Turned out that Drautos had called an emergency meeting, all were required to attend, no excuses. Cussing all the way to the Kingsglaive compound, he was less than pleased when it was just a change to routine and policy that could have waited. Some stupid paperwork had taken two hours to complete, that he could have easily done Monday. Once they had finished with the mandatory meeting, which Nyx had partially used to plot out his revenge against the Captain, he dashed for the door only to be met with a wall of water. A literal downpour had descended upon the Capital City. Cursing his awful luck, Nyx ran for his apartment, making it there in under ten minutes and only half drenched.

Despite the lost hours, Nyx felt he could still make this work and give Noctis the date he deserved. Pulling the meat from the fridge, he went to grab the spices and remembered he'd never made it to the market. The last-minute meeting and rainstorm had thrown him off, and he could only blame himself for overlooking the needed trip. So there the glave stood, half drenched in the middle of his tiny kitchen, meat ready to cook and missing half the supplies he'd meant to get earlier. Nyx knew he had to salvage this mess of a situation, and fast.

So, Nyx did what any logical person would do in this situation: Nyx improvised. Now, this might have worked in his favor if he hadn't of walked off for a few minutes to take a quick shower and change. A few minutes that saw the makeshift sauce that he'd tossed together start to burn. By the time Nyx had noticed what was happening, half the meat was overcooked and burnt to a crispy black, the rest was still half raw. He had no idea how it had happened but knew dinner was off the table, literally.

There was nothing he could do to salvage the mess he'd made, he knew this. Nyx also knew that Noctis would be showing up at his door in roughly thirty minutes. There was only one thing he could do at this point that might save this date. Grabbing an umbrella, Nyx made his way up the stairs from his apartment and to the small road above. He already knew he'd owe the prince a wonderful second date, so if he couldn't cook Galahdian, he'd buy it. A few blocks from his home he’d found his destination, taking the stairs down to the eatery two at a time.

“Yama-chan, I need your help.” The man arched a brow, looking at the glaive who was standing before him somewhat flushed and out of breath. “Look I got a date, no, it’s not just a date. It’s a big deal date. I was supposed to cook and all this shit happened. Now I have,” He looked at his watch for a second. “Fuck, twenty minutes to make this work and they want Galahdian. Real Galahdian and I know you half-ass it for the people around here but, please help me?”

“Ok, ok.” The man behind the counter thought for a moment, nodding and then kneeled down to pull out a few things. “I just happened to have some stuff here, let me see what I can do. Take a seat.” Nyx did as he was told, mostly because Yama-chan looked like he would kill him if he didn't. Taking a deep breath, he waited while praying to every god that his people; and Insomnia, believed in that this would work out for the best. It was ten minutes later when the cook waved him over and smiled. “Look I had some of the seasonings from my house here, it’s about as traditional as I can get without being in Galahd. Good luck, you owe me a story on how it went."

”You are a lifesaver, my friend!“ A quick check of his watch and Nyx knew he had just enough time to make it home and possibly get set up before Noctis arrived. Dashing up the stairs, he finally felt like everything would work in his favor - but the Astrals were cruel creatures. Turning the corner, Nyx ran right into another pedestrian, knocking them to the ground. Thankfully the food hadn’t been dropped, which made him breathe out in relief. ”Shit, I’m sorry. I’m in a rush and didn't see..." As he spoke, Nyx looked down to help the stranger, pale eyes widened in recognition. ”Oh fuck.“

Unmistakable sapphire eyes met his own, a scowl forming on the young man's face as he reached up to accept the help. "Nyx, what the hell?" Noctis. Of course, it had been Noctis, and he hadn't just fallen. Nyx had knocked him back into a puddle of mud that had gathered near the edge of the walkway.

"Baby, shit. I’m so, so sorry." Shifting the umbrella and food into one hand, he assisted the prince with the other. "I'm, I just I was... rushing to meet... you." Knowing that the day couldn't get any worse, Nyx stood there and held the umbrella over them both. Though, for Noctis, it was pointless since he'd been soaked in muddy water. Rubbing his hands off on the front of his shirt, the prince shook his head. "Sorry, it's just been a really bad day and now I've dragged you into it. Everything's going wrong, and I," Sighing, Nyx rubbed the back of his neck. "I wanted this to be special."

Dark eyes glanced up to meet his own, cupping his cheek. ”Nyx, you don't have to try so hard. I already love you. All I need is you, that makes me happy." Acknowledging the words with a nod, Noctis stood on his toes to kiss him. "Now, please take me to your place. I need a shower and a warm change of clothes."

”Yeah. Come on, Little Prince.“

That was how the supposed perfect first date ended with Noctis in the glaives oversized sleeping clothes, and the two curled up under the covers of Nyx bed. Beside them was a tray with take-out Galahdian, a roll of paper towels and a few bottles of cheap beer. Noctis seems perfectly content, curled up against his boyfriend as they watched some stupid Insomnian reality show on the television across the way and ate.

Taking a bite from one of the skewers, Nyx had to admit that Yaya-chan did a damn good job on the food. Feeling a kiss pressed to his cheek, he looked at the prince curled up against him. "What was that for?"

"Mm," Noctis cuddled a bit closer to him and laid his head on the glaives shoulder. "this might not be what you wanted, or what I expected; but this is pretty close to perfect. Thank you, Nyx.“

A grin pulled at the corner of his lips, laying his cheek against Noct’s hair. "You're welcome, love."

Yes, everything was perfect, even if nothing had gone as intended. They were together, enjoying one another's presence and the peacefulness of the evening. In the end that was all that mattered, right? They were together.

"You know you owe me another date to make up for this, right?" While it was said as a joke, Nyx couldn't help but agree.

”Yep, completely.”

[amidalogicdive]

Sazha

Title: Sazha

Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Nyx Ulric, Sazha the Cat Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Gift Giving, Kissing, Love, Dorks in Love, Established Relationship, Cuddling & Snuggling, Teasing, Birthday, Birthday Presents, Birthday Fluff, Pets

Ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12498676

Summary: It's Noctis' birthday, and Nyx has a gift for the little prince that he knows he will love!

Written for the NyxNoct Fluffpocalypse (Fall 2017)

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OCT. 25 - Events: Gift giving/receiving

It had been a long day for the prince, a fact, the glaive knew all too well. It happened every year like clockwork, his birthday would come and so would the same boring parties and stuffy guests that seemed a fixture within the Citadel. They knew it was a political move, a respected tradition that all royalty celebrate such events in the public eye. That didn’t mean that Noctis had to enjoy it, and Nyx didn’t expect it from him.

Currently, said prince was occupying the couch in his room. One hand pulled at the tie at his neck to loosen it, the other rubbed at his temple, trying to dissuade the aching he felt there. “Dusha moya?”

Dark eyes rose slowly, seeing his worry and waved it off. “I’m ok, just tired. Dad knows I hate event’s like this, but what can he do? It’s expected. Everything in my life is televised, sometimes nightly if they can get away with it.”

Where was the lie? It had been one of the first things that Noctis had warned him of when they had first agreed to this relationship. His lover would spend his life in the spotlight, the beloved Prince of the people. If someone caught wind of their partnership, it would go public, and at an alarming rate. That had been a fear of his, not that people would find out, but that Nyx wouldn’t want the world watching every move he made if they did. So the two had been careful, so fucking careful, and had succeeded in keeping this small corner of the world to themselves.

“Can you blame them?” He asked, walking over, resting his hands on either side of the Prince. “You bring in the ratings being so damn beautiful.”

“Nyx, shut up!”

Chuckling, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead and finally got a smile from him. “I could always talk to your dad for you, remind him you’re not a people person.” Tossing the first words they had ever exchanged back at him, a hand pushed against his chest as Nyx laughed.

“Asshole.” Nyx backed up a few steps, working the buttons of his coat open and pulling it off. “Seriously, I just want to forget tonight happened. Please, just fuck me until I pass out.”

Nyx lips twitched, arching a brow. “So tempting baby, but first I need to show you something.” Tossing the coat across the back of the small couch, he turned and made his way over to the room Noctis used as an office. “I know we aren’t having your private birthday party until tomorrow, but I’d like to give you my gift now.”

“Gift?” That had caught his attention, his eyes following the glaive as he walked. “I won’t argue, when did you have time to hide it?”

“Earlier,” Pointing at the prince, he signaled for him to turn. “close your eyes and don’t peek!” His lover was as giddy as a kid at Christmas, sticking his tongue at him before doing as asked. Grabbing the small gift, Nyx made his way back over and placed it in his lap.

Noctis was about to look when a soft mew echoed in the room. The Prince’s eyes flew open and in his lap sat a little black fluff ball with large, bright green eyes. He wasted no time scooping the kitten up, watching as it cuddled against his chest and whined. “It’s so cute, Nyx! Is it really mine?”

“100% approved, love. I asked your father’s permission before getting him.”

“He?” Nyx sat as well, rubbing the kitten’s head with a finger. “A little boy, we need to name him!”

“We? It’s your present, love.”

“I know and love him.” He felt Nyx nuzzle his neck, smiling. “He looks like a little fluffy ball, like soot.”

“Sazha?” The word fell from his lips without considering it.

“What did you just say? Sah-,”

“Sazha, lyubov’ moya.”

“Sazha?“

Nyx let out a hum of appreciation, wrapping an arm around him. “Soot, sahza. That’s the word in Galahdian.” He could see the understanding of what he was saying click, his lover smiling up at him. “Just an idea, I mean… an extremely literal idea. Still, an idea.”

“Sazha,” The kitten continued to purr in his lap, jeweled green eyes looked up at him in contentment as he scratched under his chin lovingly. “I like it. His name is Sazha.” Leaning against Nyx, he placed a kiss on his cheek.

“So, you’re happy?”

“More than happy, I never expected this Nyx. Thank you, I love you, I love him.”

Less than an hour ago Noctis has been stressed, and now Nyx couldn’t believe how relaxed he was. How content the little kitten was, and how happy they looked together. But, the night had finally caught up with him. Reaching up to run a hand along his jaw, the movement caught Noct’s eye. “Little Prince,”

‘Are you ok, Nyx?”

“Long night, starting to feel it.” Kissing his temple, he pointed towards the office. “Don’t know where you want it but everything is in there. Bed, litter box, some toys, and food.” The words faded away, fingers roaming up the pale neck and burying in dark black hair. “Wanna put him to bed; we can get to bed too?”

He knew that Nyx meant more than just sleeping, and agreed with a kiss pressed to the glaives lips. “You get the bed.”

Smirking, he did as asked and placed it on the floor near their own bed for the night. The Prince followed, kneeling to place the kitten in the soft cushion. “He good?”

“Yeah, sleep well Sazha.” Purring happily, the kitten curled up in its new home with his two new owners.

It was one of the best gifts Noctis would ever receive.

[amidalogicdive]

Little Family

Title: Little Family

Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Additional Tags: Fluff, Kissing, Established Relationship, Family, Veterinary Clinic, Cat, Disagreements, Stubbornness, Love

Ao3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12459231

Summary: Noctis takes Sazha to the vet, and Nyx realizes how much Noct actually loves him.

Written for the NyxNoct Fluffpocalypse (Fall 2017)

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OCT. 22 - Animal: Pets

The room they sat in was small and bright, a large tank taking up a majority of one wall that was filled with colorful fish darting around. The smell of cleaning products overwhelmed everything else to the point that it was giving the glaive a headache, tugging at the collar of his Kingsglaive uniform. To his side sat Prince Noctis, his sweet and seemingly nervous lover, fussing over a metallic carrier in his lap. Inside was a small black fuzzball that mewed as bright green eyes shone from the far corner, trying it’s best to hide under the equally dark blanket that was inside.

He was painfully aware that the two of them stood out in their pure black attire in the white space, but they had come here for a reason. A reason that Noctis was obviously not happy about. Glancing between the carrier and the prince, Nyx didn’t know if he wanted to chuckle at the two for how pathetic they looked, or roll his eyes.

“Sahza doesn’t like it here.” The words were flat, serious, a pale hand tightening on the handle as Noctis glanced towards the door to freedom.

He wouldn’t let the man escape that easily, wrapping one arm around Noctis to pull him close. Soon, those confident fingers were running up and down his arm to calm him. “It’s for Sazha’s health love, would you refused to go see the doctor?” Noct shook his head. “Well, just like you need to see one to stay healthy, so does he.”

Dark eyes looked down through the small window at the top of the metallic carrier, the most pitiful look meeting him as a heartbreaking cry left the confused kitten. “I don’t see why they couldn’t come to the Citadel where he’s comfortable.” Nyx pressed a kiss to his temple, Noctis glancing up when he pulled back. “He’s obviously scared, don’t you care?”

Oh, Nyx knew this tactic all too well. He wasn’t going to fall for it this time, and it seemed that his lover could tell. “You were the one who wanted the kitten, for years you have cooed over these fuzzy troublemakers. Sahza is your responsibility, and part of that responsibility is taking him to see the vet.”

“You’re my boyfriend, so Sahza is yours too!” Dark eyes fell back to the crate he held, sniffling lightly. “Don’t worry Sahza, papa didn’t mean it. He loves you too!”

“Papa?” He did roll his eyes at that, nuzzling his neck. It was amusing, how invested his little lover was with this kitten. “So, does that make you daddy?” He teased, biting his pale jaw.

“I guess,” Noctis fell silent watching the kitten curled up, at this point he was used to being manhandled by the glaive. His free hand found Nyx, lacing their fingers together before nodding. “Yeah I’m the daddy and you’re papa.”

While he hadn’t expected his lover to agree, swallowing as he thought over the words they had just exchanged, it felt right. Nyx did love his little prince, more than he’d ever loved anyone. Thinking of them as a family, touched something deep inside him. If something this simple would make him happy, and Noctis wanted to feel like they were a family, why not? It was hard for him to deny the man anything, after all. “Ok then, he’s our kid. As our kid, we need to take care of him. So, vet.”

He grudgingly agreed, looking up at Nyx. “Fine, but Sahza still hates it here.”

“Sahza will live, my little love. I promise.” Nyx pulled him a bit closer, leaning over so he could glance down into the carrier. “Won’t you?” Before the kitten could even mewl, the door opened and caught their attention as both men looked up simultaneously. A kindly woman stood, holding the door as she smiled over at them.

“Sahza Lucis Caelum Ulric?” Noctis nodded as Nyx looked back at his boyfriend in utter disbelief.

“You gotta be kidding.”

“What,” Standing, the prince adjusted his hold on the carrier’s handle and met the pale, confused eyes of the glaive beside him. “When I made the appointment they asked for his name, and you just said we are his parents! I figured he would share our last names.”

“Lucis Caelum Ulric?” Noct nodded, a stubbornness in his eyes as he waited for Nyx to speak, to disagree. “For fuck sakes,” A gloved hand ran down his face, accepting his fate with this brat prince. “Fine. Fine! Sahza Lucis Caelum Ulric, but I don’t think a cat needs a name that long love.”

“Well, I like it and so does he, and it’s my cat.”

Now he could see how this partnership was going to work when it came to the kitten in question. Following Noctis though the short hall of doors, he leaned forward to speak again. “So he’s ours when you feel like it, and yours when you disagree with me?”

“Mm, and yours when he’s in trouble.”

“Noctis,” There was a warning in his tone, feeling his lover was being a bit silly at this point. “you wanted him!”

“You named him!” He shot back.

“Ugh! You little, you are a shit, you know that?” Seeing the smirk that he wore, Nyx knew that Noctis was well aware of that statement. He also knew that the prince was aware he’d won the stupid argument. Both entered the small examination room and the nurse excused herself, saying the doctor would be in soon. Walking to the table, Noctis sat the carrier down and then turned to cuddle against Nyx chest. “What?”

“Thank you,” He whispered, looking up at his lover. “for coming with us. Honestly, he’s happier when we are both around. I-I think he’ll be ok.”

There was no point in fighting anymore, by this point Nyx was well aware that he often let Noctis have his way. He could only fault himself when the prince was this stubborn. Wrapping his arms around his waist, he kisses him lightly before resting his forehead against Noct’s own. “You’re welcome Little Prince. I guess we should both be here for our fluffy son.” That made Noctis smile, cuddling deeper into his hold. Nyx realized at that moment, he’d not only gotten himself entwined with a little brat of a prince forever, but had inadvertently gotten himself stuck with a damn cat as well.

He couldn’t have been happier.

[jazzraft]

NyxNoct w/Hoodies

part four of the cabin getaway for day eight of the deathbyfluff challenge @nyxnoctocalypse. the theme is favorites/piece of clothing. (prompted from here)

Nyx smoked for three years after he moved to Insomnia.

It was stupid. He knew it would kill him, but not before hismother did if she ever found out. Although at the time, both of them were tooaggrieved with the loss of Selena to notice much of anything about each other.Least of all over the phone, with landlines upon landlines to hide behind.

He smoked and he drank because they made everything hurt less,and Libertus, foggy from his own vices, couldn’t do much to help – not that Nyxwas asking for it. He threw away a lot of things with the habits once hecleaned up – lots of ass-kicking from Crowe and long talks into the dawn withLibs. And once, a subdued heart to heart with the King of Lucis himself.

He couldn’t stand the smell of smoke on all of his clothes.He scrubbed them and soaked them in his sink for days until they were cleanenough to give away to those who needed them more. And those that couldn’tsmell his shame no matter how much soap he used.

He didn’t recognize the hoodie when Noctis threw it into hissuitcase before they left for the cabin. He forgot about it entirely once itwas buried under the rest of his clothes he was taking on the trip. It onlydrew his eye again once Noctis was wearing it.

The weather had finally cleared up to the temperate,blue-skied beauty the news had promised. The air was cool and the sun wassteady, and they were determined to get out to the pumpkin fields at the edgeof town before the weather turned again for the worse. They didn’t need tobundle up against the chill, but Noctis grabbed the first jacket he saw on theway out that was light enough for the day.

It was a ratty, dark navy rag of a thing, draw-stringsfrayed down to the threads and holes in the sleeves. A few cigarette burnscurdled into the arms, phantoms of the poisoned years wasted on self-prescribedanesthesia. He felt his thoughts harden and his jaw tighten, a reflex trainedagainst the darkness of those old thoughts. He expected them to collide backinto his brain, cruel and unwanted with the reminder of his past in front ofhim.

But as they climbed up into the hay wagon to take them tothe fields, with a smattering of happy families enjoying the day and Noctisbouncing down onto a hay-bale seat next to him, Nyx found that his thoughtswere much softer than he feared they would be. Noctis caught him staring andsmiled, bumping his shoulder into his, the over-sized hoodie sagging around hisneck.

“I have a confession to make,” Noctis said, winding his armthrough Nyx’s to hold on as the tractor lurched forward, sending all thepassengers keening to the side before settling back against the bales. “I’venever done this, but I’ve always wanted to.”

“Roll around in the hay?”

Noctis scolded him with a glare that quite loudly said,“Nyx, there are children present.” He glanced at the kids at the other end ofthe wagon, climbing over bales and bringing woe to their parents by leaning outthe edges to better see the fields when they got closer.

“Pumpkin picking,” Noctis corrected. “Any picking, really. Iheard about it online, but for a while I thought that places like these weren’teven open anymore with the war and stuff.”

“We used to have places like these all over the place inGalahd. Agriculture was a big thing. Everything ‘outdoorsy.’ Fishing, hiking,sailing in the summer. Harvest in the fall.”

“Is this anything like home?”

He remembered rocking back and forth in the back of a redtractor with Selena and his friends. He remembered Crowe hanging off the sideslike the little girl at the other end of the wagon. He remembered his motherand Libs’ mother trying to wrangle them all into sitting still until they gotto the fields. He remembered that Selena always picked the biggest pumpkin inthe field and that Libertus would always try to out-weigh her every year, butcould never quite find a squash that rivaled the monsters she sniffed out.

“Yeah. It’s a lot like home.”

He pulled Noctis closer, relieved that he couldn’t smellcigarette smoke on the hoodie. Noctis curled around his arm for the rest of theride, hands kneading absently against the inside of his forearm. He occasioneda smile up at Nyx, assuring him that he was there for him if he needed him. Andeven if he didn’t. It made Nyx smile as much as the memories did. As much asthe smell of hay and the crispness of the air did.

He could breathe, clear and easy. The only smoke he couldtaste in on the back of his tongue was from some faraway chimney. There was atang of charcoal and wood-fire somewhere past the orange leaves fencing thepumpkin field. It was comforting, and familiar in a much sweeter smokiness thanthe nicotine.

He followed Noct’s bouncy stride out into the field whenthey were dropped off, watching him and how the hoodie drooped around him. Itwould smell like Noctis now, he realized. This awful thing that he wished henever had to remember would be washed clean with the scent of the prince’sskin. This object of his past that he never wanted to touch this beautifulfuture, yet Noctis wore it with pride. Because it belonged to Nyx, and Noctisloved him. Everything about him. All the good and all of the bad, too.

“Do you think that they’ll even let me bring something thishuge back into the city with me?”

Noctis crouched next to a big orange bulge resting againstthe soil. The thing was nearly the size of one of the toddlers that rode withthem. It was as big as his sister had been when she was six.

“I’m sure we could work something out. Assuming you evenwant to carry that thing out of here?”

Noctis looked up at him, eyes sparkling with defiance. Nyxpulled the collar of his coat over his mouth to try and keep himself fromlaughing when Noctis attempted to tackle lifting the thing. He rolled it offits side so it was standing straight, stem up, and tried to clasp the pricklyprotrusion and lift it that way. That quickly proved to be more painful thanproductive.

“Don’t hurt yourself, Noct. You’ll mess up your back nomatter how you try it.”

The only way to pick up these stones in squash form was likepicking up a baby. Nyx hefted the orange giant into his arms with a groan.Noctis pouted in defeat, but picked up a consolation prize for Nyx’s gallantry.He got a much tinier pumpkin that he could tuck beneath his arm. He looked alltoo proud of himself for the giant in Nyx’s arms.

“You okay carrying that?” he asked as they walked back tothe field entrance to wait for the wagon’s return.

“I’ll manage. Just for you though. I don’t show off thesemuscles for just anyone, y’know.”

Noctis snorted and rolled his eyes, pulling up the hood ofthe jacket so that he could pretend he didn’t know the ridiculous man with thegiant pumpkin next to him. Hard to pretend he didn’t know him when he was wearinghis clothes. Wearing his past with so much ease and respect for what he’dovercome to be the type of man that a prince could fall in love with.

He wouldn’t have loved him if he knew him when Nyx used towear that hoodie. He hadn’t even loved himself when he used to wear thathoodie. But he loved Noctis in it now. Learned to love how it represented allhe overcame and all he had received for it when it was on Noct’s shoulders.

The tractor grumbled up to the entrance and they piled backonto the hay bales, Nyx hefting the big pumpkin onto the floor between them andgroaning in relief. Noctis smiled, gratefully, rewarding him with a quick kisson the cheek.

“My hero.”

“It’s a pumpkin, baby.”

“Still my hero.”

Noctis resumed his place around his arm, tucking the pumpkinbeneath his knees so it wouldn’t roll along the wagon bed when they moved. Heheld the smaller prize like it was a stuffed animal, precious andirreplaceable. Nyx hugged him just the same.