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awlwren-writes · 2 years ago

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11, 19, 21, 28 for the OTP ask meme, CorNyx of course

11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

Very much so, especially at first. They're both so used to being the one other people look to, to keeping it together on the surface in order to keep themselves from cracking open, that it's hard to let go of that. Anger is easier to admit, especially about outside things like the war, bureaucracy, and eventually even about the way they themselves are treated.

Hurt takes a little longer, which trips them up at the beginning when they won't admit it to each other. They're both so used to not acknowledging it, after all. What starts off the sharing is, somewhat ironically, when the other gets angry on their behalf. Cor sees Nyx worn down, and then attacked and can't help but help. Perhaps he sees someone make a comment about Galahdans only knowing how to run away, hiding behind Mother Insomnia's skirts and leaving their mothers behind. Cor just stares the person down and starts ripping into their argument and their personal choices and motions Nyx to retreat. Nyx actually gets angry at first but takes the out. When they talk later, he yells at Cor that he's been dealing with it for years; he's immune. Cor is quiet for a while and then says "You could survive someone trying to bite your leg off," (a reference to a recent hospitalizing injury Nyx got fighting a daemon), "but that doesn't mean I wouldn't kill the daemon before it got there if I could. Or kill the one on your left leg while you stab the one on your right. They were hurting you." Later that night, after letting off some steam pounding dough in the kitchen and crawling in bed, Nyx will thank him. The next time it happens, he might even admit it did hurt. The reverse takes a while, because Cor's hurts are more subtle, but Nyx has always been a defender as well. Even when it is him doing the (unintentional) harm.

Once they are more settled in the relationship, they do get better at reading each other for the expressions and habits that indicate hurt. They can't always fight the causes, but they can offer comfort and companionship. When they do open up about hurts (both still try to deal with them on their own first, but if that's not enough, they are getting better about reaching out), Nyx will talk about it while they are touching and not looking each other in the eye -- either sitting side by side with hands intertwined, or leaning his head on Cor's lap, or just being held from behind -- and always with his hands either holding Cor's or his own. When Cor does it, he either confesses while working on something else with his hands -- cooking, whittling, repairing his car -- also not making eye contact, or sprawled out on top of Nyx in bed, head tucked under Nyx's chin.

Okay, this is clearly gonna be a long one. Continued under the cut.

19. How do they feel about PDA?

Great when a weapon to make people who know them go away or to tease them, otherwise very subdued or for emergencies only. Subdued touches are kisses to the hands or head, mainly to punctuate a parting or reunion, or to reassure. Fierce hugs on larger reunions or greater emotional distress, if they're both feeling it. (Nyx is very tactile up until he's Not. A certain level of agitation means he does not want to be touched, and struts around puffed up like a cat with its fur on end to warn people away, though he will sometimes accept a grounding bear hug from Cor if he's approached the right way.)

In front of their very good friends in casual settings, Nyx will initiate hand holding or Cor will wrap him up in a hug from behind.

This is, btw, why Nyx and most people are so shocked in "Those Who Wander" when Cor is so very open with physical affection and keeps it up for such a long duration.

21. Who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor? Who tends to the other's wounds?

Hmm...I think I discussed this above fairly well, so I'll discuss methods.

Cor fights for Nyx's honor primarily with very significant silences, glares, and lectures. If the person in question is too high ranking or idiotic for that not to work, he combines pointed demonstrations of affection or Nyx's battle prowess and, if bad enough, revenge is behind the scenes and occasionally via friendly powers (Regis, Clarus, Monica, etc).

Nyx's fights for Cor's honor are steely-voiced demands for proof and statements of fact in direct conversation, with the very rare punch to the face.

Nyx's physical wounds tend to be taken care of by the Glaive, but Cor is very deliberate in helping with the long-term care - helping change bandages, monitoring diet, and the like. His emotional wounds are handled by Cor trying to be a steady and certain a foundation as possible, mentally cataloguing all of the hurts and attacking the underlying pain at strategic moments with pointed, memorable gifts of milestones of physical affection, small tangible gifts Nyx can keep with him as a reminder, and deliberate acts of service and help when Nyx is about done.

Cor tends to hide his wounds much better, both physical and emotional, so Nyx paying enough attention to discover them and care about them is shockingly touching and a lot of the care Cor needs. Nyx does tend to his physical wounds so he can avoid the attention formal treatment brings if he can, and also sprinkles Cor with random small pieces of affection at a constant rate so he can't forget that he is loved and has support, coupled with devastatingly effective Honest Conversations (Lectures, really), when Cor is worn down.

28. What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

Nyx enjoys naming Cor adjectives in Galahd - adaman (strong one), kopes (a shortened form of many eye related epithets), kaleh (beautiful one), kardiakismu (my little heart, a horrid pun) - as well as "my heart" (a simpler horrid pun), and love. The Galahdan versions started slipping out shortly after he truly fell for Cor, as a natural outpouring, and he felt slightly safe knowing that Cor didn't understand them. And then Cor very deliberately learned what they meant and it was a sign of that understood love. Plus, he loves to be ridiculous and over-the-top, because he thinks Cor deserves to hear it. He mainly saves them for private conversation, though. Occasionally "love" will slip through in the company of friends.

He breaks out the heart ones especially when he is being exceptionally sincere or exceptionally teasing, with little middle ground. When talking to people not in the know, he will refer to Cor as "my own (dear) heart" and snicker to himself. His friends are disgusted and amused.

(I will eventually answer that ask properly, when I have time to work out more of the words I want)

Cor is one of those people who doesn't use names if he can avoid it when he's talking to someone. Names themselves, then, become moments of emphasis. He will occasionally use "love" though, a habit he picked up from Nyx and thus twice as likely to make Nyx smile.

#and get some answers #CorNyx #ask games #Nyx Ulric #Cor Leonis #ffxv #speculative fiction #garbria #die liebe

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noirbriar · 3 years ago

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FFXV AU: The Lion, the Coeurl and the Cub (6)

Someone wants a fight with Cor. I told you guys this was indulgent. BUT, there’s a reasoning for this twist I swear (at least my 1am self does).

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

(possible crossover of FF lores ahead in this AU.)

- After making sure the Kingsglaive in Galahd are battle ready to protect the people, the Galahadians sends them off with a small dinner celebration as a small reprieve from the madness. If anything, they seem excited to find their goddess amongst them once more once they figure out their purpose in Galahd.(“Our festivals are full of light and people souls are bright! With the Kingsglaive back, the daemons will not dare!”)

Ignis has never really been out of Lucis since his move from Tenebrae as a child.The new burst of sounds and culture makes him curious as the dinner goes on.

- Nyx and Cor amongst the people watching the people coo over Prompto (they gave them garlands and a sashes of galahd ribbons, to show they are welcome as family of their tribesman, especially Prompto now that he is seen as Etro’s beloved Farseer ). And he will be hard pressed to deny that the domesticity was absolutely sweet.

Luna singing and dancing and thriving in life and joy among people, something denied to her for so very long. Noctis and Gladio trying to enjoy everything while not being too focused on the food. Ardyn in the corner being strangely subdued as he immerses himself in the feeling of festivity. Regis deep in discussion with Clan leaders and Clarus partaking in simple efforts in reconnecting with the common folk.There is hope it seems for a better future he thinks.

- When they finally depart Galahd’s shores, they are re-energised to focus on strategy.When Prompto suddenly makes a request. He remembers that Gladio has already taken his trial with Gilgamesh (despite Clarus’s violent disagreement initially, that was certainly a trip that Ignis won’t be forgetting anytime soon.The old shield proved that even with one arm he is still a force to be reckoned with.)

A land full of restless souls and one undead shield, he wishes they will answer her call, and seems almost rude to pull them into a battle to the death without asking. That’s just how Prompto is. Ardyn surprisingly volunteers, and after much discussion, Noctis, Gladio and Libertus are tasked to follow the ancient King on this errand.

“Reuniting with an old acquaintance!How splendid, isn’t it, my dear nephews?I, personally, can’t wait!”

(Noctis must finally face the music, and try to get along as Regis visibly tries to rein in his cringe.)

- Costlemark seems like daunting to take on with so little preparation.But they figured with Regis’ and Prompto’s magic and range, along with Cor and Nyx’s speed, Clarus’ strength(bless the Shields,they certainly Iive up to their name and and duty) while Ignis and Luna acting as support seem sufficient. (“We can also practice your new abilities while we are at it!”Luna beams at Prompto, who needs to get a hang of his new arsenal of spells.Luna looks delighted with her project.Good for her.Less so for sweet, dear, Prompto.)

-While waiting to arrive at their destination, the crew splits up for some personal time. Always a stickler for details (in Noctis’ words), Ignis seeks out Cor to relay some reports from the Insomnia Army, but stops when he realised Prompto and Cor are having a chat.At least, he thought it was Prompto.

-“Your Grace.”

”How did you know?”Etro smiles, her Eyes bright.Cor doesn’t give her an answer.

“Cor Leonis. I never thanked you for saving Prompto. You did well.”

”I would have done it with or without fate.It was only right.”

”Yet you have no idea how many times I have tried for this result.”

Ignis doesn’t like the implication.

Silence befalls between them.

“Magic may not have remained in your bloodline any longer from one of my incarnations…but you became a guardian to your kingdom and your loved ones as your forebears once did with all the fierceness and heart you bear.I am impressed. Descendant of sorceress and knight, you are a worthy protector indeed.”

“I thank you for the kind words.” Cor does not acknowledge her revelation.At least not outwardly.

“As thanks,I shall gift you a premonition.A fair warning.When you reach the tower of my old castle… an old acquaintance awaits, he wishes to have a reunion with familiar blood.”

And with that Etro leaves, letting Cor catch Prompto as he collapsed. He was…asleep?

-Ignis seems stuck in revealing himself eavesdropping or helping his friend until he notices Nyx in the corner ( wait, when was he there? ), and gestures the advisor kindly to turn and leave.The report can wait a little longer.

-The advisor remembered how he had went to look up on Prompto’s file after seeing Noct hanging around this new classmate so much.It was his job.Yet he found a locked citizen file and made an enquiry to The King and Marshal which earned him a chuckle from his majesty and a sigh from the Immortal.Before he was dismissed with the order to not worry and they are aware.

”Let the boys live a little.” He should have known something was off there and then.A terrible oversight. But not a mistake. Prompto have proven to be one of the sweetest person to grace them, always thoughtful and keeping Noctis grounded but in a positive way. As Gladio liked to say “a walking sunshine”.

-( Ignis will never find out that Regis had laughed in Cor’s face after they heard the boys were up to something innocent and stupid, told him it was what he got for removing the sweet innocent babies from their playdate so early on and never bringing ‘Pompom’ around for the prince anymore.New friends meant making trouble together and teen friends are much more troublesome compared to baby friends by Regis’ logic .“If only they had grown up together!Oh!The shame!Shame!””…”)

- They part ways after dropping the group off at the ruined tower, with plans to reconvene at Costlemark later.The last time they were here, they found a Jabberwock and the lost royal arm but soon after Prompto begun to have seizures…possibly from reacting to what’s under the tower now they think about it.

-After gruelling puzzle solving and clearing the path of daemons, they reached the end where Regis seems awed by the old magitek for Solheim.(“Certainly an amazing tower!Bar the residents of course…Although I half expected a beast to great us,””There was one, your Majesty.””Ah.Pity we had missed the party then.””…”)

-It was dead end.At least until Prompto made a round and gathers energy in his palm.

”Get back!”

The rest obeys the heads up as he tosses the spell into the ground.Ultima certainly is destructive, but achieves its purpose as a room of dim crystals greats them amongst some ruins and arches.

”Wokay, I nearly overdid it there, I think? Well…time to get to work!”Prompto hops down and reaches for the dim crystals and begun his rite in absorbing Etro’s power. Everyone else stays on guard and wait. Until Nyx realises something.

-“Hey…how are we getting out later? Our elevator has…poofed.”This has everyone’s attention. Except Regis, he shrugs and figure they can probably warp his way up.Probably?That was the idea…until the room began to quake.

(“That wasn’t me right??””Focus Prompto!”)

A roar.

(“Oh dear, there really is a beast in this tower-”“Regis.With all due respect.Shut the fuck up.”)

And they hear a voice.

-“Who disturbs her rest?Who dares claim what is left of her brokenness lost in Time?”

-“It is Etro herself who seeks what is hers! Would you grant us mercy?” Dear Luna, blessed Luna, tries and pacify whoever had made the demand.There would be no reply for a long while.

-“You speak the truth.Very well.I will grant you passage but-“ of course there’s a catch.”-I ask you to indulge me.”

”What do you seek?”Regis asks.

“A contest, of strength! I see amongst you…A knight?No you are neither…the blood diluted and long gone.Her incarnation has left nothing I see, even in another time.But nevertheless, a familiar soul since time immemorial.Will you, guardian, take my challenge?”

The hair on Ignis’ neck stands, he knows who that is. Etro’s warning ringing in his mind.

-“Do you swear to provide us passage to safety regardless?”

”Certainly.On my honour as Guardian.”

“Cor!No!”Clarus hisses, this is like 30 years ago all over again damn it.

“Cor, yes.”The Marshall readjusts his katanas.

(Ignis simply gives in and pinches the bridge of his nose here.This has Prompto written all over.)

Regis and Clarus turns to Nyx in exasperation.

-Their Captain simply offers his Kukris up to his husband.

”Stay sharp.”

”I will.”

And in the corner of their eyes an archway glows, the sign is obvious. Cor strides forward without another word, while his two old friends sputters and hurry after their wayward brother.Nyx follows closely behind, because his charges are all reckless.Luna gestures for Ignis to follow, and that they will catch up since Prompto is done with his rite, just needing to gather himself together abit.

He is hesitant but obliges.He trusts Luna’s judgement.

- Beyond the arch, was a different dimension, the atmosphere feels different.Its as if they are on the top of the tower in its original form in another time, amongst the stormy sky and clouds.The smell of ozone thick and unnatural. There was no one.

“Show yourself.” Cor calls out and a large shadow emerges and lands before them, rears back and r o a r s.

- Ignis will pay all the crowns and gil he has for Noctis and Gladio to see the gobsmacked faces of their fathers now.

After he finishes his own inner conundrum that is.

A dark feline creature with a white mane and crimson crown with bladed feathery wings. The power it exudes is putting his senses on edge.This is no ordinary monster.Neither divine nor evil.

-“Will you not grant me your name, beast?” Cor and the creature begin to circle each other, calculating their foe.

“I have no name.I am but one who grieves for what is lost…yes…I believe in what’s left of my memory, they had once called me…Griever.”

The legendary beast then lunges and Cor strikes. The Trial of the Guardian has begun.

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*Side note: Um, Surprise? PART 7

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renohasbigtits · 4 years ago

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do a headcanon of the chocobros, Nyx, and cor having an s/o who was in an abusive relationship and flinches when they get angry or move to fast. Love your stores so much btw

Aww thank you so much! I hope ya don’t mind that I’m just doing Nyx and Cor! Someone actually did something similar to this w/ the Chocobros but I’m glad I’m doing this with the most underrated bois!

#NyxandCordeservemorelove!

Alright here we go!

Tw: mentions of Past Abuse. I don’t go into deep detail but If ya think you can’t handle it. I understand.

Nyx

• “Who the hell was that guy?” Nyx Rosed up. Nyx isn’t normally one to be jealous but. But he’s been really feeling it lately. He doesn’t really know why.

• “I was just- I was just-“ Y/N was stuttering. Nyx slowly getting upset was starting to trigger horrible memories with a certain Ex.

• Than Y/N started tearing up. Nyx was upset and it was there fault.

• Nyx was taken back. He did mean to make them cry!

• “Y/N! I’m sorry!” It was then Nyx realized he messed up. He let his jealousy get the best of him. What the heck is wrong with him?

• Nyx then cradled Y/N. He hurt the person who helped him when he was down. Now, he had to help them.

• “Y/N...I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get angry. I-I know you wouldn’t cheat on me.”

• “I-I know.”

• Nyx knew he had to make it right to them.

• Nyx planned a weekend getaway with Y/N.

• Y/N also explained why they got teared up.

• Y/N’s Ex would get Angry if Y/N was out of there site after five minutes...literally.

• And worse...Y/N’s Ex would even beat them.

• Nyx was heartbroken.

• Nyx promised to do better. Y/N was happy to have Nyx.

• he’s understanding, Kind, and willing to make up for there mistakes.

• he isn’t perfect but to them...he is perfect.

Cor

• Despite his hard exterior, he actually has a big heart.

• Especially towards his S/O.

• But he’s also...Overprotective

• but he has his reasons

• the first time he met his S/O, he saved them from there terrible Ex.

• and he’s lost a lot of people in his and losing his S/O? Well it might literally kill him.

• But it makes him very overprotective of S/O and she feels really cornered.

• They can fight very well on there own but it doesn’t do much to calm Cor’s anxiety.

• he wants them safe!

• His S/O has to sneak out, so they can hunt, train and for gods sake, get away from Cor!

• They love him but it’s a bit much.

• Y/N starts to feel like they can’t go anywhere.

• reminds them of there Ex who wanted to know everywhere and what there doing at every damn minute.

• But the difference is that, There Ex did this to control them while Cor doesn’t want anything to happen to them.

• But one day Cor catch’s Them sneaking out and they get into a fight.

• “Why are you sneaking out?!” Cor shouted.

• “Cmon Cor. I need to get stronger and your suffocating me.” At this point, Y/N has had enough and runs out of the door. completely fed up.

• Cor, worried about Y/N, follows suit.

• For awhile, Y/N is able to train peacefully until Cor runs up to Y/N.

• Unfortunately, it triggers Y/N cause it reminds them of there Ex, who chased Y/N back to there onced shared home.

• Cor is shocked by his S/O’s sudden break down.

• Then he remembers how his S/O was chased by there Ex and dragged back to there home.

• Cor realized that he messed up.

• He needs to let go.

• he apologizes to his S/O and steps back and let them get Train.

• he even battled against them and lost.

• Normally he isn’t happy about losing (especially to Gladio) but Seeing S/O battle and getting stronger, makes him smile.

• “Babe, was that a smile I see?”

• He even blushed ☺️

• His S/O has gotten so Strong, that there able to join Cor and his colleagues.

• He’s so happy for Y/N.

• Still tho, he feels bad about what happened.

• so he plans a “getaway” with his S/O. If you catch my drift 😏

I hoped ya like it 💙 I tried my best to talk about this sensitively as possible. If I made a mistake, please let me know!

I’m also sorry, if Nyx is a bit short. I’ll admit, I haven’t seen Kingsglaive. So I don’t know much about him, other than some movie clips. (But he’s freaking hot, holy crap)

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followthestars · 4 years ago

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More of the Second Chance for Happiness AU involving the Chocobros as kids still.

Prompto manages to make it two full months of a continuous sleepover without the adults figuring it out.

Nyx is the one that tells the King and Clarus.

Cor was listening in, he is ready to go on a warpath.

Prompto’s parents still haven’t come home once in that time.

They don’t answer calls for summons to court and prompt doesn’t know what address they could send written summons to.

They lose custody and never find out as a result.

Cor bullies Regis and Clarus into giving him Custody.

He gets to be godfather, Clarus got custody of Prompto.

Cor will take this compromise.

Prompto does not know how to feel about Gladio technically being his brother now.

At least he’s getting to work on losing weight still. And this time, good habits for his health are being put in place.

Prompto never really learned healthy ways to lose weight in the past timeline. He wasn’t extremely unhealthy, but he was skipping meals and only having lunch and small snacks for dinner on most days. He had stopped eating breakfast for the most part.

Gladio drags him into training with him and Noctis.

Ignis joins them some days as well.

Prompto learns how to use daggers and swords much better, though he still would prefer to use a gun.

Clarus has banning him from touching a gun until he’s 16.

Learning archery though, that is allowed.

Noctis likes to watch him practice with a bow.

They think it’s pretty cool how good Prompto’s aim is with a bow once he gets the hang of using one.

They’d rather not learn to use one themself though.

Prompto’s former adoptive parents finally come home two months after Clarus got custody.

They panicked until they saw the official documentation left on their table stating that their failure to respond or appear in court has cost them custody over Prompto. There’s also charges for child neglect with those documents, charges that were at least dropped.

They don’t get any information on how to contact him though.

More under the cut, mostly shipping related, so ignore if you’re not a fan of Promptis

Noctis, at age 12, figures out they have a crush on Prompto that lasted from the previous timeline one day when watching him practice archery.

They find themself more focused on his face and eyes than what he’s doing.

Gladio calling them lovestuck prince helps them realize it too

They end up hiding away for a couple of hours to come to terms with this realization.

Regis is the first person besides Gladio and Ignis to have noticed the crush and he thought it was adorable.

Clarus is supportive as well.

The Glaives have a betting pool on how the prince will confess.

Titus is surprisingly in on it. He bets it’ll be by complete accident and that the one confessing will be Prompto, not Noctis

A month later, Titus wins the pool. Prompto had, without think, confessed his feelings after Noctis won a difficult boss fight in a game and had the biggest, happiest smile on their face. Once that really reached their eyes.

He just blurted out ‘I think I love you’ upon seeing that expression.

Regis is upset he lost the bet, but also happy for his child.

#noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #nyx ulric #regis lucis caelum #cor leonis #clarus amicitia #gladio amicitia #ignis scientia #promptis #starry thoughts #second chance for happiness au #I'll keep anything shipping related under read mores for those that don't want to see that stuff #Though I will say this #Ignis is aro/ace in this #He is shipped with happiness and nothing else

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secret-engima · 4 years ago

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spideypoolalways

Does Regis ever ask how Titus has papers for the boys? Whats Cor or Clarus' PoV of this? What are some things (fluff or humor) that the boys get up to? Because I can see them getting adopted into the Ulric Clan because of shenanigans and Nyx going 'Yes, these are my people' since LCs just remind me of Ulrics with magic. And how do the Galatians take to the nephew of the Nif Chancellor and clone of the Crown Prince? Since I'm imagining that Titus told some of them and the

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rest are guessing anyway. And does everyone assume that Noctis and Nox's magics resonated since they're kinda sorta close to each other/are the same person? How does Regis take the news that the only reason that Noctis got healed is because Nox pretty much felt everything Noctis did? /Both/ of his sons were basically attacked by a daemon and he only knew about one of them at the time and didn't do anything to calm or reassure Nox? (Clarus: Only because you didn't know

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About him, Regis. Regis: Thats no excuse, Clarus.) Does Iris get to be a Shield or did Nox latch onto Axis or one of his kids? Does Acastus find Prompting and drop him off with Noct/Cor? Does Nox hang out with Noct, Ignis, Gladiolus and Prom all the time or does the memories act up enough to make him feel weird about it? How does Regis take his brother and son's Sick Days? What about Dissidia? The 3 youngest Royals getting snatched and the group watching on Crystal

spideypoolalways

Vision? Dad Titus/Regis freaking out over their kids having been summoned to a death match? And how exactly does Titus see the boys? Sons, brothers, cousins? Oooh, more Trauma. Noct, Nox and Acastus w/others playing and end up in the Crystal room. Cue the boys lighting up, maybe passing out because the magic hits their young system really hard (its why Royals aren't supposed to be Presented until 18) and everyone freaks out, and news makes it to Regis and Titus that they

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Are in the infirmary and the gist of what happened via panicked guards and rush there immediately and are jumped by panicked kids talking and crying about what happened. I didn't realize I had so many questions. But now I need to know. 👀👀 Please!🙏

spideypoolalways

Oh! Just remembered a little more! Does anyone pick up on the people/places that he shouldn't know? Do they assume that Nox got some of it from Noct, like with the Marelith? Or are they assuming LC/ Oracle DNA mix?

Me: Yes, Regis asks about the papers and Titus doesn’t OUTRIGHT admit he did an illegal but he does grudgingly explain that he needed papers in case the NIfs came looking and he ... knows ... a few people who can help ... “recreate” papers for refugees who lost theirs in whatever fire or tragedy drove them from their homes.

Regis mulls over that for ten long seconds then blatantly pretends he never heard it in the first place. Those “people” likely saved the life of his son and half-brother, he can let it slide this once.

I need Nyx Ulric to adopt these two now JUST so Nyx can tease that he’s related to Captain (then later when he learns that they’re Lucis Caelums he can quietly die in a corner because OH NO HE’S RELATED TO THE KING). Not sure how or when Nyx adopts them, but he absolutely does.

It probably happens when he's just a wee bit sloshed. Not enough to be incoherent or insincere, but enough that he doesn’t feel any fear offering to adopt the pair while babysitting them because Captain had to work late and Nyx is off the combat roster until his ankle heals. Once he’s sober he is a Panic™, but Captain takes it surprisingly well and Nox loves his new braid. Acastus just looks Amused™.

Lib slaps Nyx over the head because IDIOT THINK THIS STUFF THROUGH then gives him another drink because TWO MORE ULRICS. It’s a good thing Nyx is an Ulric Keeper in this AU, because he can teach them most of the Ulric Clan stories and dances and make them proper Ulrics.

Acastus loves introducing himself as Acastus Ulric Drautos, both because it’s fancy like “Lucis Caelum” is and also because it made both Titus and Nyx spit their coffee the first time they hear it.

The Galahdians ... have mixed feelings at first. But the predominant one is that it doesn’t matter that this kid is clearly related to the Chancellor (at first they all think the Chancellor bedded Captain’s Aunt, since they don’t know about the LC blood, and that’s why he looks like Ardyn) because Captain has clearly staked a claim on him. Galahd (in my HCs) is a Very Adoption Heavy culture and big on judging people by their current family rather than any previous blood ties, so ... mostly the Chancellor thing gets intensely ignored. Acastus isn’t an Izunia, he’s a Drautos (and then later an Ulric). So they will treat him as such.

But in private there is some debate on exactly what happened, for the Chancellor to vanish around the time his ... relation (son? They mostly assume son), shows up in Drautos’s care.

No few number of them think Titus stumbled on Ardyn with the two kids and killed the Chancellor to save them.

For Nox ... the Lucis Caelum blood is basically impossible to hide. This boy LOOKS like a literal carbon copy of the Prince but younger and he’s young so his control over his magic is ... not. Not that good. Especially not when there’s so mUCH of it.

All of Galahd listened to the Glaive who was on babysitting duty when Nox had a rare tantrum and skewered the wall with ghostly blades and all privately, immediately agree to Never Tell Anyone. Ever.

Well. To be fair, they do debate whether they have a duty to tell Regis, but again the Adoption Culture comes into play and they decide it’s up to Titus to spill that secret. A few Glaives do ask Titus about it (Titus nearly has a heart attack because SINCE WHEN DID THEY KNOW) and when they ask if they know who the mother was, Titus looks very grim and very, very quiet for a long time, then admits:

There is no mother. There never was.

They stare at him in confusion until Acastus, lurking nearby with too-sharp eyes, gives a smile that could cut and says brittlely that “amazing things that can be done with science these days you know. Truly amazing. Why, get a blood sample and a tank of the right solutions and you could probably grow anything you wanted”.

The Glaives are Horrified™. So is the rest of Little Galahd when it gets around and then is made a Clan Secret by all the Clans unanimously. The secret never leaves the borders of their little slum.

Also yes, people assume that Noctis’s and Nox’s magic resonated because Nox is a clone and it freaks them out.

Regis is Such A Guilt when he finds out how Acastus knew about Noctis’s injury. No it doesn’t matter that he DIDN’T KNOW NOX EXISTED. One of his son’s (his FIVE YEAR OLD son) was suffering. Was screaming in agony and terror and Regis didn’t do a THING about it and no amount of logic can make that better.

Nox latches onto Axis’s triplets in this AU so while Iris will be best friends with him, his Shield, Hand, and Sword are actually all made up of Axis’s three kids. Axis is a BIT of an internal Scream when Nox is at the age people start making noises about him building a Retinue and taking Iris as his Shield and Nox goes, “NO. I have a Shield already! A Hand and Sword too!” And stuff spirals out to reveal Axis as Clarus’s kid (Clarus takes it much better than Axis thought he would, tho Axis didn’t expect to see Lord Amicitia go deathly pale and sit down hard in the nearest chair).

Honestly Iris might be the future love interest in this AU you never know. It would be hilarious if nothing else.

Bold of you to assume Acastus didn’t find Prompto early and bring him home to NOX because “Look Beloved Nibling I Found You A Friend!”. Prompto is a confusion because Nox is like- 4 at the time. But Prompto likes babysitting and playing with Nox and hearing Acastus’s stories and Titus just kinda- sighs his way through the playdates until he realizes that Prompto has been staying in his house for about two weeks with no sign of the parents.

Titus, after much snooping later, sitting at the kitchen table of Grandma Ostium quietly pulling his hair out: HOW DO YOU ADOPT A THIRD CHILD. DOES IT COUNT AS KIDNAPPING IF THEY COME OVER AND STAY WITH YOU FOREVER AND THE LEGAL PARENTS NEVER NOTICE. ACASTUS WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME.

Acastus: I regret nothing. Do you want me to fake Prompto’s death? I’m sure there’s enough Prompto’s out there that nobody will notice if you gain a nephew called Prompto Drautos.

Titus, holding his face in his hands while Grandma Ostium laughs at him in the corner: NO, ACASTUS. DO NOT FAKE THE DEATH OF THE CHILD. How do you even know how to do that? Nevermind I don’t want to know.

Roughly a year later when Everything Gets Revealed, Titus and Cor: *intense staring contest over Smol Blond Child*

Cor: You don’t know where he-

Titus, growling like a cranky Behemoth that might very well bite off someone’s head: He’s a Niflheim created clone. I know.

Cor: ....

Titus: He's been living in my house for a year. I’ve seen the barcode. It’s not like I wasn’t raising one already.

Cor: His legal parents-

Titus: Is me. The Argentums were emotionally neglectful and didn’t even notice when he hadn’t come home for a week and a half.

Cor: *guilty angry silence*

Titus: ...Kid could use an uncle. If you want to man up and be part of his life.

(hgfhg this is post is getting long Imma try to speed through the last questions a bit)

Yes, Nox hangs out with the Chocobros when he can because he adores them (especially Brother Prompto and Team Mom Iggy) but he also has his own friend group in the Little Galahd community so it doesn’t strike anyone as odd really. Nox is a naturally loving child for all he’s shy and Iggy and Gladio are Noctis’s friends and Prompto is his adopted brother (and later Noctis’s best friend).

Regis does Not take the Sick Days well. It makes him alarmed and angry because Lucis Caelums aren’t supposed to get sick days from their own magic and it speaks of BAD THINGS that both of the presumably experimented on and tortured LCs have them.

I’m going to have to come back to Dissidia another time (someone remind me) because this post is too long to ramble here but it would be- it would be Great. Honestly. It would either be the 3 littlest, just Acastus, or just Acastus and REGIS for some brotherly bonding and any of them would be Great and Chaotic. Crystal-o-vision absolutely happens.

The Crystal Room is under 24 hour guard so I don’t think the kids could wander in by accident, plus Acastus would actively avoid the area because of his Trauma.

Now Acastus being presented when he turns 18 on the other hand... >:))))))

Short Version: Much shouting, much alarm, much angst from Regis and Titus and everyone and also the first Sick Day Acastus has had since he turned 17 and by far one of the worst he’s ever had in his (second) life.

I might to a longer version later but not right now.

For Nox’s oddities and odd knowledge they kind of assume both? At first they think it’s just him resonating with Noctis so deeply that there’s a transfer (cue angst from Regis because what is going to happen to Nox when Noctis fulfills his destiny as Chosen King???) but then when Nox starts knowing stuff Noctis doesn’t/can’t know, they start to wonder if the scientists ... Tampered with his DNA. If they got their hands on Noctis’s, which should have been impossible, then it’s not all that out there they got their hands on Oracle DNA.

Sylva is ... very alarmed and very confused when Regis secretly contacts her on a secure encrypted line to ask if there were any ... symptoms to look for in an Oracle child. Because- yes there were but WHY DO YOU NEED TO KNOW?

Regis: they wouldn’t happen to be *lists very specific things*

Sylva: ....Have you seen any Messengers nearby lately.

Regis: Carbuncle, a black puppy that disappears into thin air, and a bird woman who can summon wind storms. She calls herself Garuda.

Sylva, having a minor crisis behind her Queenly Facade: I am Very Sure I only have two children so please explain this. Right Now.

Regis: Well............. NiflheimclonedmysonandIthinkmixeditwiththednaofyouoryourdaughterandhehasseerpowersandImayormaynotbepanickingrightnowpleasehelpme.

Sylva, slowly running that over in her mind and figuring out what Regis just said:...

W H A T.

XD Honestly Niflheim might invade Tenebrae only to find the royal family gone because Sylva coincidentally packed her backs and took her and her children on a secret trip to Lucis to have a look at Nox, then since they’re there when Niflheim invades and a spy gets word on what just happened Sylva and Co just- stay there. Oracle Mom Death averted.

Also they absolutely think that it’s Luna’s DNA they used to make Nox because of how instantly Nox gloms onto Luna like a limpet- JUST like he did with Noctis and Regis, and how Luna gets this dazed look in her eyes as their magic tangles and she whispers, “I ... I know you. I know you, don’t I Little Prince? I met you in a dream.” Luna starts crying softly as she pets Nox’s hair and when Sylva asks in alarm why she’s crying, Luna blinks and whispers, “Because he was crying in the dream, and I couldn’t comfort him.”

Acastus lurks in the shadows, watching it all with ... very mixed feelings.

Oracles. He could have gone his entire second life without meeting anymore Oracles. Aera she looks so much like you is that what our daughter would have looked like and oh astrals I KILLED her. I killed the girl with your eyes and your smile and laughed about it later.

#Secret Engima Rambles #Sweet Sixteen verse #Nox verse #long post

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ertrunkenerwassergeist · 4 years ago

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Would you be willing to continue that cute 'Prompto is Nyx and Cor's son' short? Maybe Crowe and Libertus endearing themselves to him or one on one bonding with their new family member? Or or or! Prompto excitedly teaching them about his cameras and oh no this kid is too cute!?

Okay, I have no idea how this happened. This was supposed to be some fun little story where Libertus taught Prompto some hand to hand combat for funsies. Instead it became a angst/comfort one shot between Prompto, Nyx and Cor.

I swear it wasn’t on purpose XD

Prompto stares from his hand to the knife in the wall and back again. That should not have happened. Would Cor and Nyx think him a freak now? Would they distance themselves like his pare- like Mr. and. Mrs. Argentum did?

From across the room Nyx makes a sound that is full of excitement.

Prompto bites down on the sound clawing up his throat. He had nearly- he could have-

He does not even want to think it.

“That was an amazing throw Prompto! I didn’t know you could do that. Who taught you that? It wasn’t Cor, was it? Because if it was, I’m gonna have words with him...”

Something must have showed on Prompto’s face, because now Nyx is all worried. He taked a step towards the blond, and prompto takes a step backwards. At once Nyx stops moving.

“Hey,” Nyx says, voice gentler than Prompto has ever heard it. “What’s wrong? Did you get hurt? I’m very sorry for startling you. Were you trying to make breakfast?”

The boy manages a wordless nod. He can barely look at the adult near the door. Nyx stands there, hair tousled, in a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt, as if Prompto hadn’t just thrown a knife at him.

It was still stuck in the wall, close to the doorframe, at about the hight of Nyx’ shoulders. Prompto feels bile rise in his throat.

“Hey, hey. Look at me, buhgil.”

Somehow Prompto managed to do that without throwing up. The use of the nickname calms him somewhat. Buhgil means sprout, that scarely analytical part of him whispers. It is used as an endearment for your children, the children of your Clan, close family and close friends. Nyx still hasn’t moved. There is a calming smile on his face. How can he still smile?

“Well, as far as I’m concerned we just discovered a new talent of yours, and that’s always a positive thing.”

Had he said that out loud?

“But I nearly-” Prompto can’t say the words.

Nyx tilts his head, then seems to realize something. “You’re not upset because I startled you, but because you threw the knife.”

“Eh, yes?”

It comes out like a question. Suddenly the whole situation seems utterly ridiculous. The sudden urge to laugh claws at his chest.

Nyx sighs and ruffles his hair. “I don’t know how this kind of thing is handled in Lucis, but on Galahd kids learn very early to respect blades and things with sharp edges in general. Once the adults think you responsible enough, you’re allowed to handle them as well. You’re nearly twelve, Prompto. Old enough to handle knifes. And if I was stupid enough to startle you, while you had a knife in your hand and used it in self defense, then getting hurt is my own fault. Not yours. The only thing that worries me, is that you had this kind of reaction without any training.”

“I’ve always been good at throwing things,” Prompto mumbles, which isn’t an explanation at all, but the closest thing he has to one. The barcode like tattoo on his wrist seems to itch.

“May I hug you?” Nyx asks after a short pause.

He is clealy grabbling for something to say, but Prompto appreciates it. His fa- Mr. Argentum, when something similar had happened with a fork one memoriable instance, had had nothing but silence for the boy, and a few days later declared him and his wife would go on an extended business trip.

He finds himself nodded without really realizing it. Not until strong arms envelop im with a gentle warmth. Nyx smells of ozone and large cat and like clean air after a storm all at once. It seems to seep into Prompto and soothe his jumbling thoughts. Tears prickle in his eyes, but he’s no small kid anymore, so he does his best to hold them back.

Which is the exact moment Cor pads into the kitchen.

Through the space between Nyx’ elbow and ribcage, Prompto can see Cor look at them with a raised eyebrow. Then he sees the knife in the wall and within the space it takes the boy to blink, the older man’s face becomes very serious.

“What happened?” Cor asks. His voice is gentle.

Prompto doesn’t manage more than a hickup, and buries his head in Nyx’ chest. The hug tightens a tiny bit.

“Prompto wanted to make breakfast for us,” Nyx answers for him. “I startled him when I came in and he threw the first thing he had at hand, which happened to be a knife.”

“You hurt, Prompto?”

The boy shakes his head.

“Good. That’s some fighter’s instinct you got there.”

Which is not at all what Prompto wants to hear right now.

“Prompto,” Cor says, voice still gentler than he has ever heard it. “This is not your fault. You know that, right?”

“But I threw a knife at Nyx,” he says. It’s barely audible with his face buried in Nyx’ t-shirt.

“Then we make sure it doesn’t happen again,” Nyx says like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

For a moment Prompto is at a loss for words. He tilts his head back to look at the man. There is an encouraging smile on his face, though his eyes are worried.

“How?” Prompto manages to ask after a long silence where both adults patiently wait for his answer.

“With training of course,” Nyx answers.

Cor nods. “Threat assessment at the very least. That way you won’t accidentally attack someone you care about. Throwing what is at hand seems to be an instinctual thing for you when you feel threatened. You should learn how to do so without potentially hurting yourself.”

“It’ll stop then?” Prompto can’t help but ask.

Cor and Nyx share a look Prompto doesn’t quite know what to do with.

“We will help you the best we can,” Nyx answers.

It isn’t what Prompto wants to hear, but it is still better than anything he has ever gotten. So he blinks the tears burning in his eyes away and nods, determined to never hurt a person he cares about.

That afternoon Nyx shows him how to properly throw a knife, Cor is off arranging shooting lessons and Libertus, who has come over, promises him to teach him some hand to hand fighting.

“Shooting and throwing pointy things is all well and good, but if an enemy comes close, you’re done,” the large man says.

#ffxv #still no idea what to call this #prompto argentum #nyx ulric #cor leonis #background cor/nyx #angst/comfort #prompto's mt heritage rears it's ugly head #in a way of some unhelpful reactions #they're gonna deal with this #this was supposed to be fluff #fluff I say!#damn #maybe next time?#I'm so sorry about this #prompt #anonymous #geist writes

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patsdrabbles · 4 years ago

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Shelter from the Storm

Title: Shelter from the Storm Fandom: FFXV Pairing: Cor Leonis/Nyx Ulric Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 5934 Summary: After Niflheim attacked Galahd, only one Galahdian stays behind in the worsening storm, unshakably sure that his people will return eventually. He makes a deal with a god… and waits. People come into his life as the years go by, but only one of them becomes a constant. A Nyx stays in Galahd AU. A/N: Inspired by the title of Bob Dylan’s song “Shelter from the Storm” and line “But nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that counts”. (For reference, Nyx is around 18 and Cor is around 23 the time they first meet.) Please enjoy ❤

AO3 & a sketch I made for this fic

“Nyx, there’s no time to stay any longer, there’s nothing left to stay behind for!”

Those were the last words from Libertus that Nyx remembers hearing before he stopped in his tracks and let his friend continue without him. Libertus had yelled, but his father had just dragged him along.

When he closes his eyes these days, years later, Nyx can still hear Crowe’s angry and desperate voice.

“Nyx!”

The storm had picked up as more dropships landed and houses were ground to the ground.

He had stayed behind, just a child in the middle of the devastation the Nifs had left behind. The ground was burning and when the fires were eventually extinguished by the rain and storm that never once stopped here in Galahd, the daemons had started to appear from the dust and ashes.

He had started to yell in desperation and anger himself then.

He shouted at Ramuh so long until the Astral had at last deemed to appear.

He hadn’t really been willing to listen to Nyx and had disappeared again mere moments later, but if Nyx was known for something, it was his persistence. He didn’t like giving up easily. Even less so if the matter was something he cared about deeply.

And Galahd was, at the moment, everything he had left.

Eventually, Ramuh began to listen to the kid in torn clothes covered in ash and blood that kept yelling at him. A kid who had lost everything and had decided to stay despite it all. Even though he could have followed his friends and people to safety.

They made a deal.

At least one person will have to decide to come back and stay here, genuinely wanting to, and make it through the next day.

Nyx thought that this shouldn’t be too hard to achieve. Someone of their people at least had to decide to come back and try to salvage what was left, even if nothing really was left. But it had never been possessions that had made up Galahd after all. It had always been the storm and its people.

If not, the only other chance for you and my land is if a single person is willing to return twenty times. If they do, that too will be enough for me to lift the worst of the storm and see to Galahd’s liberation myself.

It was a good deal, a fair deal, Nyx reasoned. He was certain of his people’s loyalty to their home and even if that hadn’t been enough to convince him to agree, it wasn’t like he had much else to lose anymore.

There is a hut, facing the rage of the storm even though it shouldn’t be able to, even though it should not have been there in the first place after the Nifs’s thorough devastation.

There is a hut in Galahd and none of the people who have seen it and were taken in by a kind yet weary-eyed young stranger are later able to pinpoint where it was located on a map. They wouldn’t even be able to if the storm weren’t as strong as it is these days.

There is a hut in Galahd and it appears to all those who need shelter, because they were willing to come in the first place.

Nyx isn’t allowed to tell anyone why he wants them to stay. Quite frankly, during the first couple of visits, his firm belief in his land and people has him absolutely sure one of them is bound to stay eventually.

He actively tries to convince them to stay, a few years in, but after a night of nightmares that every single one of them seems to experience, they all leave again.

All seven of them never returned.

The hut has become something of a myth by the time the third of them returned to Lucis soon after.

There is a tall man outside the hut. He is breathing heavily and is dripping wet, barely able to lift one foot in front of the other anymore. The storm is raging outside, but Nyx has noticed that he always hears when something or someone passes his home. Always has, over the past ten or so years since he built his hut from scratch with what he had been able to salvage over the course of weeks.

The man can’t be Galahdian, Nyx reasons. The storm seems to threaten to pull him under.

The others who had come had done so in the hope of finding something, anything, that’d make them willing to stay but hadn’t found it.

This one? Nyx doesn’t know what brings him here, but he has a duty, so he gets up from the rumpled blanket on the floor and goes to open the door to the stranger.

“Come in,” he says, trying for an inviting voice even though he has to shout to be heard over the storm. “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

The man practically falls through the door and collapses.

When the man is conscious again, Nyx urges him to strip off his soaking wet clothes and take one of Nyx’s self-made blankets to cover and warm himself.

By the time Nyx presses the second mug of hot tea into the stranger’s hand, the other man finally really meets his eyes.

“Huh.”

He doesn’t say anything for a long time, so Nyx decides he won’t ask, even though he’s itching to know what brought him here. He watches the man quietly stare into his mug of tea for quite some time. Nyx catches him staring at him a few times as well.

At some point during the night, the man speaks up at last. Nyx and him had both moved on to a glass of something strong and bitter that Nyx had been given by the last visitor before she had left.

The man doesn’t say much, but it’s enough for Nyx to understand.

He learns that the man lost his sister.

She was important to him but apparently important to many others as well and thus he was supposed to hold a speech about her or something.

So he ran away, before someone – it sounds like the man’s friends – would have been able to stop him.

Nyx puts a hand on his shoulder and the man starts to crumble beneath his touch.

When he stops crying, neither of them says a word, but Nyx pours them another drink.

He hasn’t cried about Selena and his mother in a long time now, but now he suddenly can see their faces more clearly again when he blinks and he feels the old wound inside him reopen.

The man leaves in the morning, another drink and not many words later.

The man returns around the same time the following year.

Nyx doesn’t have a calendar and his feeling of time is shit and Galahd always looks the same, rainy and dressed in an impenetrable storm, but he has a feeling that a year has passed since the man last visited. No one else has come here ever since. Still, he didn’t give up hope.

“I am hallucinating, am I not?” Cor – he has learned the man’s name is Cor – mumbles into his drink. He brought it himself, a whole bottle for him and Nyx to share.

Nyx pulls out one of his knives and teasingly presses the blunt edge to Cor’s tight.

“Nope, don’t think you are.”

He stashes the knife away again, always close to his body because that’s just what the place he lives in demands if he wants to live another day, and smirks.

“I’m very real.” He sees Cor’s raised eyebrow. “And very alive.”

He isn’t willing to cut into his finger to prove that he bleeds blood the same as he suspects Cor does unless it’s really necessary, but –

Cor’s shoulders drop.

“It’s alright, I believe you.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah.” Cor shakes his head. “You’re too much –“ Cor gestures vaguely before settling on a shrug. “– for my mind to have made you up.”

“Too much of a what?” Nyx smirks and leans in. He can feel the hot air of Cor’s exhausted huff on his face. Huh.

Cor chooses to ignore his question and they spend most of the night drinking in silence.

Nyx doesn’t wake up in time to see him leave, but when he does, there are two additional blankets wrapped securely around him.

“I never asked why you are staying here, when really any other place would be a… nicer place to stay at.”

Nyx shrugs and doesn’t explain. He can’t tell half of it and the other half he could, he isn’t sure Cor would understand.

“Alright.”

It’s the fourth year since he first met Cor.

“You know, I’ve been thinking you should perhaps start attending this commemoration event for your sister after all. Maybe it’d help.”

Cor leaves in the middle of the night already this time and Nyx isn’t sure he’ll see him again.

He arrives later in the year than usual the next time.

“I stayed, this time.”

“Did it help any?”

A sharp nod even though his eyes won’t meet Nyx’s. Then a bottle is handed to him.

Cor falls asleep leaning against his shoulder soon after. It doesn’t seem like he has nightmares, despite it all.

The next time, Cor arrives looking grim. He was doing better the last times he visited, but this time, his eyes look especially weary and his mouth is a thin line.

He breaks down moments after Nyx wraps the blanket that has pretty much become Cor’s by now around his shoulders.

He swears and shouts and tells Nyx about a prophecy he despises before he allows Nyx to pull him into a tight embrace on the floor.

Nyx holds on tight and doesn’t let go. He notices he wakes up in the morning that neither did Cor.

The seventh year, Cor doesn’t open the bottle he brought that has become kind of traditional early on.

He sits down at the table Nyx has been ornamenting with traditional Galahdian designs over the past two years and looks at him in silence for a long time. Nyx can’t stand the intensity of it and looks away before too long.

Cor sighs.

“You didn’t ask for it, but I guess I’ll tell you the whole story tonight.”

And so, Nyx learns about Aulea Lucis Caelum, née Leonis, a queen and mother to a young prince with terrible destiny. He learns about all of that and slowly, by that, about the place Cor has in his own small world. He has never heard Cor talk so much before, so he doesn’t interrupt to ask questions.

He learns implicitly that night that Cor trusts him more than anyone else or, at least, tells him more and shows him more of himself than even his closest friends.

He tells himself that it’s nothing. That he’s just like the diary Selena used to keep for things she wanted to put somewhere safe and didn’t want anyone else to know. She explained it to him once and he thinks that maybe he is Cor’s safe place for confessions.

He prepares himself mentally before Cor arrives the next time.

Cor can apparently tell that he wants to talk and so he lets him.

He talks about Selena and his mum and the day the Nifs destroyed everything they had.

He is a wreck of ugly sobs in the end and can feel hot tears running down his face and the wound is open again, as open and painful as it was back then.

He holds onto Cor as he tries to find himself again in the storm of his feelings.

Maybe the wound will heal properly this time.

Cor hugs him before he leaves the next morning.

“I think I am starting to understand,” he says quietly and Nyx wonders if maybe, to a surprising degree, he actually already does.

The ninth year, he realizes that there is a chance, so he prepares himself to ask, no matter whether it’ll turn out to be a hopeless case.

Cor and him are having yet another mug of tea and the night is drawing to a close when he finally dares to speak up, though.

“So, please excuse me for asking so bluntly, but you’re pretty high up in the Lucian hierarchy, right?”

Cor only arches an eyebrow at him, in a way that Nyx has learned means that he is willing to listen.

“I need a favor. Could you please see if you can find two people for me and tell them I’m still here?” Tell them to come back, he doesn’t say, but he can see in Cor’s expression that he understands.

When Cor stands up to leave a while later, Nyx hesitates a moment at the door before he pulls Cor into a tight hug.

He feels hands wrap tightly around him in return and it’s… nice. He hasn’t felt this kind of safe in a long time.

When Cor comes back the next year, it’s with an expression that has Nyx slightly on edge when he opens the door to him. He looks like someone who has to deliver the news that someone’s dog died and Nyx waits impatiently for Cor to shrug out of his clammy clothes and shrug over the clothes and blanket Nyx prepared for him as usual.

Only when they both have tea with a shot of whatever Cor brought this time, he tells Nyx.

“They told me that I must have seen a ghost.”

Nyx lets himself slump forward, resting his head on the table, hidden behind his arms.

“These darn, stubborn idiots.” His voice is muffled against the table but the anguish in it is audible. When he sits back again, he lets out a sad, bitter laugh. “I’d have reacted the same if either of them had pulled a stupid stunt like that and had stayed behind in all the destruction. Of course they think I’m dead.”

He sighs, then shakes his head.

“I just hope I’ll see them again someday.”

It’s quiet, but he doesn’t mind Cor hearing. It’s not like he hasn’t already figured that Nyx misses his friends.

He closes his eyes and doesn’t open them immediately when he feels a hand on his shoulder, lighter than he would have anticipated.

“Nyx.”

It’s the first time he’s heard Cor use his name. He cracks open an eyelid to look at him, a light, pained smile on his lips.

“Yeah?”

“I haven’t told you all yet.” Cor takes a breath and looks away when Nyx’s gaze bores too intensively into his own. “I found them fairly easily because they chose an, ah… profession similar to mine. They’re serving as part of the King’s Kingsglaive now, fighting against the Nifs. They’ve both made names for themselves as some of the best they’ve got.”

Nyx sighs fondly and nods, his eyelid sliding close again.

“Of course they did.”

“I could… tell you about Insomnia’s Little Galahd, if… you want.” If it’s not too painful, is what Nyx hears.

He nods.

He can hear Cor taking some steps away again and the other chair being lifted up and put down next to his.

“You need a couch,” Cor grouses in a joking tone before settling down next to him.

Nyx doesn’t notice when he falls asleep, but when he wakes up again, Cor and him are both on the floor, leaning against the wall, covered by blankets, and Cor has an arm around him.

There’s something in the pit of his stomach that wants Nyx to pay more attention to it, but he doesn’t dare to.

His thoughts begin to drift.

He is already grateful for Cor’s annual visits and it’s not even due to the deal he has with Ramuh. He is simply glad to have someone who is so easy to talk to come by every once in a while. He missed that.

He knows very well that Cor is someone who could easily (or, well, not so easily, but more likely than regular people) wind up dead any day and he. He likes Cor for whom he is.

He closes his eyes in annoyance.

Yes, it would be nice if Cor’s returning to Galahd would change anything, but even so.

He just wants him to come back every year and not stop.

Even when Ramuh’s and his deal will eventually be fulfilled. Even thereafter.

And that realization makes Nyx kind of want to slap himself.

He thinks he might have a name for this thing he is starting to feel.

“Fuck.”

(Of course, that’s the moment Cor decides to wake up with a confused, sleepy “Huh?”. Nyx looks at the sleep-clouded blue eyes and knows with a startling certainty that he is starting to fall for Cor. He hides his silent scream behind his blanket.)

The eleventh time Cor visits, he reeks of death that even the everlasting rain couldn’t wash off him.

He tells Nyx about the family of coeurls he met when he passed through Leide. A mother and her two young.

Nyx feels compelled to yell at him, but Cor holds up his hand, knowing more about Galahd these years, and doesn’t stop his explanation.

The blood no longer visible on Cor’s clothes belongs to two behemoths that had attacked the coeurls, seeing how the mother animal was injured and slow.

Cor tells him he’d have brought some of the behemoths’ remains to last Nyx for a while but that the rain was too heavy and he had to give up most of it except for a little. He hands what is left wrapped in a piece of cloth to Nyx.

“Sorry I couldn’t bring you more. It’s gotta be shit to hunt in the rain out here. …I feel kinda stupid I never thought about that before.”

Nyx nods, feeling the increasingly familiar warmth inside him resurface, and yet, he can’t help but also feel like laughing a little.

Of course the heavy rain was enough to stop any Lucian – even Cor, whom he knew to be a pretty resilient guy.

The storm has never stopped Nyx before, though. He needs to hunt to survive, yes. But he is also Galahdian. The storm is his home.

He makes them food and realizes he hasn’t had much to eat around to offer to Cor before. They had mostly drunk tea or something alcoholic, or both. He guesses he’ll have to change that in the future.

He drops the wooden cooking spoon he is holding when Cor leans over his shoulder to see how the cooking is coming along. Cor has the decency to snicker and Nyx really, really would like to have his blanket to scream into right now.

He hugs Cor goodbye automatically this time and shivers when Cor’s lips brush against his ear as he tells him goodbye until the next year. He feels the ghost of that and the touch of Cor’s hand on his shoulder after that for weeks.

The twelfth time Cor visits, Nyx is almost sure he’ll manage to tell Cor… at least something. He hasn’t been sleeping well recently, the storms are slightly stronger than usual these weeks, and often when he lies awake late at night, he starts seeing Cor in front of his inner eye and that really doesn’t help with falling asleep again either.

But Cor is surprisingly distant this time around, at least for the first few hours. Eventually, Nyx sighs and puts his hands on Cor’s shoulders, attempting a makeshift massage.

“What’s got you in such a mood?”

He doesn’t expect an answer so soon, but then again, Cor is an awfully honest person and has, with only a few exceptions, when he needed more time to mull a question over, almost always answered him directly.

“Regis found a way to perhaps stop the prophecy from coming to happen as it’s intended to.”

Nyx’s hands still.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Nyx realizes with a start that Cor is leaning back into his touch, as if silently asking him to continue his massage. So Nyx does.

“Is it safe?”

Cor laughs.

“Nothing about this whole family is safe – but then, when has it ever been?”

He makes a sound that has Nyx shiver right down to his boots and places his hand on Nyx’s right hand.

“Right here. Could you please do that again?”

And Nyx might be a masochist, because he caves and keeps working the knots in Cor’s shoulders loose and tries not to cramp his hands down when Cor keeps making all sorts of quiet noises.

By the time of Cor’s thirteenth visit, Nyx is angry. He hasn’t been sleeping well in months, the storm having remained worse than it was before last year, and he keeps waking up with Cor being the first thing on his mind. So yes, he is angry.

Cor looks at him in confusion but follows behind without asking when Nyx all but drags him inside.

He doesn’t even get the chance to change his clothes before Nyx begins, sounding oddly frustrated.

“Fuck you! Just – why – argh.”

What.

Nyx turns away from him and pulls on his hair in frustration, grumbling below his breath, before turning back sharply and accusingly pointing a finger at Cor’s chest.

“You’re the reason I’m always sleep-deprived these weeks! And I’m done not saying anything, because I only see you once every year and it fucking sucks.”

Oh.

Cor can’t stop the laugh from falling from his lips.

“I almost thought you weren’t interested after all, after last time.”

Nyx keeps pointing, his finger waving lightly in the air as he gapes at him.

“You…? Oh, fuck you, Cor, you put me through this intentionally?”

“It’s called flirting, if I’m correct. Not that I seem to be very good at it, but that was the intention.”

Nyx swears up and down more curses than Cor thinks even he has ever heard, but he delightfully shuts up when Cor steps closer and kisses him.

Only when their kisses are becoming handsier, Nyx pulls away all of a sudden.

“Oh, fuck, you’re still wearing your wet clothes. You’ll get sick if you keep them on much longer.”

Cor considers this, agrees and looks at Nyx with his eyes a shade darker than before and a tiny smirk on his lips.

“Mind helping me get out of ‘em?”

He hasn’t seen Nyx blush before, furious red creeping up his cheeks, and he vows to himself that this won’t be the last time.

Nyx just splutters in betrayal but starts freeing him from his wet clothes just the same.

The fourteenth and fifteenth year are similar in the respect that they find themselves making out like teenagers all through the night until Cor has to leave again and Nyx has hickeys to prove to the darkness outside that he isn’t alone anymore. He leaves Cor with some of his own, especially when Cor present him with the Galahdian talisman for good luck and safety that he got for him in Little Galahd.

Cor has told him that he hasn’t had much of a relationship before either, unless you count a handful of stolen kisses in free minutes he barely ever had in the years before he met Nyx, and Nyx feels relieved none of them is at a disadvantage here.

Even when Cor huffs out a labored “’not playing fair, huh?” when Nyx grinds down against him on top of their pile of blankets, hands all over Cor’s body and not in the least feeling apologetic.

He starts to apologize when Cor starts kissing down his throat, though, and Cor eventually laughs, a full-body laugh, against his skin. Nyx shivers but can’t suppress the laugh at the back at his throat for long.

“Alright, you name the place and time if you wanna take this elsewhere,” Cor says, more quietly, and Nyx names his date.

The next time Cor arrives, he arrives earlier in the day. It’s always dark in Galahd these days, of course, but Nyx only had lunch a few hours ago, and he appreciates it when Cor can stay a few hours longer than usual.

Cor takes his time undressing and drying himself off, this time. Then, he stands there wrapped in only his usual blanket and gives Nyx a look that has a shiver run down his spine.

“Today still stands or would you prefer –”

“Yes!” Nyx blurts out. “I mean – ah, fuck.”

Cor is still laughing when Nyx is coming closer, unsuccessfully trying to get off his boots and repeating “Yes, of course I still want this, fuck, why doesn’t this come off?” over and over again.

Once they’re face to face, Cor drops to his knees as gracefully as he can and looks up at Nyx.

“Let me help you?”

Nyx’s helpless, furious blush and nod is all the agreement he needs to start pulling on the damn shoe.

When this endeavor ends with both of them tumbling to the floor in a tangled mess of limbs, blanket and boots, Cor just snorts when Nyx buries his laughing face in his chest.

They’ll be fine.

The seventeenth year, Cor comes to the hut looking as close to triumphant as Nyx has ever seen him.

“Regis and the Queen of Tenebrae did… well, they did some magic shit, I guess, and the Astrals themselves apologized to them. The – the scourge isn’t gone, obviously, but they said they’d remove the threat to the prince’s life and –”

“Take a deep breath,” Nyx instructs, when Cor begins stumbling over his words.

Their gazes lock and Cor takes the advised deep breath and another.

“Noctis is safe. He won’t die for their fucked up games, after all. I –”

Cor takes another deep breath, then smiles at him wider than Nyx has ever seen him smile before.

“There’s a chance things will end up fine after all. I just wish I could tell Aulea. She always told me things would be alright in the end.”

He shakes his head and Nyx sees tears of relief and happiness starting to form in Cor’s eyes.

“Tea?” He asks and Cor nods and follows him inside.

It’s been eighteen years. Nobody else is visiting these years, has since Cor first started coming, and Nyx is casually leaning on the window ledge waiting for Cor to arrive. He grins when he sees the familiar silhouette approach in the rain, puts the kettle on the stove and opens the door with a smile.

“Hey there.” He leans in and pulls Cor into an embrace and down into a kiss, both of which Cor returns immediately.

“Good day?” Cor asks with a smirk dancing over his lips.

“It’s always a good day when you’re stopping by.”

“Can you attest that to me somehow?”

Nyx snorts and it’s one of Cor’s snorts, he realizes with a start. How about that?

“I think I love you.”

It was meant to be a silent thought, but Nyx finds it feels right once his mind stops racing.

Cor is looking at him and he seems so much closer all of a sudden, his eyes widened.

“I –”

“You don’t have to say it back if this is too fast for you,” Nyx rushes to say, but Cor only shakes his head.

“No, I actually – I actually think I love you as well.”

Nyx’s heart stutters and he can’t look away from Cor as he takes in his words.

Now, how about that?

“Tea?” Cor asks when he has apparently been silent for too long, just gazing at Cor with so many damn feelings.

He nods before the words and the whine of the kettle in the kitchen register. Ten seconds later, when Cor has turned off the stove and is turning to pick up some mugs, Nyx catches his wrist and stops him.

“Got the order wrong, sorry. You first, and then some tea and cuddles?”

Cor snorts and then smiles at him.

“Sure, hon.”

Nyx splutters and blushes before he hides in Cor’s chest and it’s Cor’s favorite look.

The nineteenth year, Cor is later than usual. Nyx knows him and his fighting skills well enough to trust him to be okay, so he tries not to worry.

He opens the door quickly when he sees him approach.

“You are late this –”

He interrupts himself, noticing the tight set of Cor’s shoulders, and steps aside after a moment of shock to let the man inside.

There are dried blood stains on Cor’s clothes and it seems like the blood isn’t only his own.

“What happened?”

Cor is quiet for a long moment and Nyx steps closer to put his arms around him. Eventually, he feels Cor’s shaky exhale against his face and the warmth of Cor’s forehead against his own.

“Insomnia fell.”

He has already taken care of seeing his nephew – the prince, the only heir to the Lucian throne – off safely on his journey to collect his arms. There isn’t much more he can do to help Noctis and it’s driving him crazy, Nyx can tell.

Cor is angry at himself, angry at Regis.

“I could have been there.”

“You would be dead now if you had been.”

“Regis once said that I attract danger wherever I go. And yet that idiot-“

“Is that true?” Nyx interrupts him.

“What? The danger?” Cor falls silent, mulls it over for a second. “I suppose so, even though I’d never tell Reggie- Fuck.”

Nyx can see the tears in the corners of Cor’s eyes. As he caresses Cor’s back as calmly as he can manage, a plan starts to form in his mind.

“If I told you to attract as many dropships and MT force here, to Galahd, as you can, would you do it?”

Cor looks at him like he lost his mind for a moment, and maybe he has, but if Nyx knows something, then it’s that Ramuh hates the Nifs for what they’ve done just as much as every Galahdian and Lucian does. When he doesn’t say anything further, Cor seems to consider his question.

“I would certainly try, if I knew no harm would come to you.”

Nyx laughs and it comes from deep in his belly.

“Oh, don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. It’s the Nifs that won’t be.”

He doesn’t look away when Cor gives him an – understandably, he supposes – worried gaze. But Nyx is Galahdian and it’s not him who will encounter the Nifs. He’ll stay in the back, safe in the storm and out of harm’s way, and watch them fall. He is Galahdian – he doesn’t have to fear the storm.

“Promise me you won’t turn around and won’t come back until it’s over. Can you do that for me?”

“I don’t understand why you’d want that,” Cor admits. “I’d rather be by your side through this. But you have my word.”

“Thank you.”

Nyx pushes himself up and pulls Cor into a deep kiss that once again ends up with them both in a tangled mess on the ground between his and Cor’s blankets. He feels the strong urge to crawl into Cor’s skin, not ever let him go, but he needs to for the plan to work.

He just hopes that Cor will return, after it is over, and maybe, maybe stay even when the storm abates.

Cor leaves the next morning, wearing a talisman Nyx hastily made for him, nervous despite his faith in his plan and wanting Cor to be safe, the first and only thing he ever wanted in so many years, really.

Cor leaves and doesn’t turn around, and the storm picks up after him.

It takes several weeks until the first signs of MTs and other Nif military arrive, but the storm is ready.

He can hear some of them over their radios, volume turned up loud enough for them to be able to communicate over the noise of the storm.

“The prince is said to be hiding here somewhere. All trails led to this… place.”

It’s said with disgust and the storm seems to retaliate by becoming even worse.

Two weeks later, it’s only the storm that is howling still. A huge part – at least it looks like it has to be a huge part to Nyx – of the Nif army is destroyed, deformed wrecks on the ashes of the ground they wreaked havoc on over two decades ago. A bitter feeling of irony and satisfaction forms in Nyx’s mouth at the sight and he turns around to return to his hut.

Cor returns a month later, as if he was trying to make sure it was really over before he did, and as he walks, the rain around him seems to let up.

He doesn’t get around to asking Nyx about the rain or the victory, though. Because the moment the hut appears in front of him, Nyx comes running through the door and the rain and pulls him into a kiss that is both a promise and a confession.

Nyx drags him inside and out of his clothes and instead of a blanket wraps himself around him. He pulls him on top of their blankets and whispers against every part of his skin as his hands won’t stop running over Cor’s wet skin.

Cor can make out “I love you’s” and “Please don’t leave again” and realizes Nyx wouldn’t hear him were he to reply to him right now.

So he settles on pulling Nyx closer and kissing him – his hair, his face, his lips – until Nyx is willing to let Cor peel him out of his wet clothes as well.

“I love you too. And I’ll stay, if you’ll have me.”

It’s quiet, but it’s enough to make Nyx’s eyes look up sharply and there’s so much relief in them.

“…even though I attract danger.” Cor smirks, the corner of his lip lightly pulled up, and Nyx lets out a teary laugh.

“I really don’t care, as you should know by now.”

So maybe there are still dangers out there that Cor might attract, that might hurt him on some days. Hell, even Nyx has to admit he is guilty of attracting more danger than any other person he has ever known, Cor aside.

But he thinks they’ll be just fine as a lighter rain covers Galahd’s ground outside and Cor wraps his arms around him in a way that makes him feel safe and at home.

Cor is standing right by his side when the first group of his people arrives and asks if there is anything they can help with to make the place habitable again, and he smiles when Nyx nods enthusiastically and shows them how to get started.

The storms aren’t as harsh as they used to be for almost three decades anymore these days. They’re much more like they always used to be in Galahd, the same after the war as they used to be before it.

Before long, two figures approach over a hilltop and stop in their tracks for only a moment before breaking into a run. Cor gives him a gentle push against his back and then Nyx is running as well.

#cornyx #nyx ulric #cor leonis #cor leonis x nyx ulric #ffxv fanfiction #ff #fanfiction #final fantasy xv #ffxv #ffxv ff #my posts #pat writes #my fanfics #AUs #nyx stays in galahd AU #Shelter from the Storm #7.8.2020 #2020 #my art #ffxv fanart #this could've been lore-heavier but i decided to stick to Nyx's side of the story so most events are only alluded to #also playing fast and loose with ages and the time of some events but hey it's an AU for a reason ^^#and yup that's my art blog in the reblog i think i referred to it before at some point in the past but yeah #*slaps laptop* this bad boy fits so many fanfic and art ideas #(ngl i've been writing and drawing so much stuff the past few weeks it's what's kept me sane through the last weeks of writing my thesis)#anyway please enjoy! ^^/#(apparently this time it's the tags and not the links that made the post disappear from the tags again. but i really dunno how to fix this #* and it's exhausting... my art post has tons of tags as well??)#if you read and liked this please give it a reblog? bc otherwise idek how to get my fics to anyone anymore #(it's been a year. *stares at @staff*)

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charlottedabookworm · 5 years ago

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In all honestly, Astraeus only agrees to the spar because his brother asks him to.

He’d prefer to avoid Cor Leonis for as long as possible, if it was his choice, and ignore the grief that tore at his lungs every time he saw the man. But Nyx had asked him, had told him to get out more, that he couldn’t hide behind his grief forever and it would get better, eventually, like it did at home with their family, and Astraeus-

Astra has a soft spot a mile wide for his bright beautiful brother who is entirely unburdened in a way that he can’t even imagine. Nyx is wild and free and happy here, settled and content with life instead of death, and Astraeus will do almost anything for the boy who was the first to colour his skin again.

So he agrees, when Co- the Marshal asks him, a speculative gleam in his eyes, even if he’d rather run and run and run until the memories can’t find him.

It hurts, the lack of recognition in that too young face, and Astra feels almost ancient as he catalogues the absence of lines, the missing grief, how happy his frien- the Marshal looks.

His heart aches fiercely.

The smirk he tries to aim at his opponent is more of a grimace as he tightens his fingers around the hilt of his kukri and then he’s moving.

Parry.

His blades move as one, catching the katana and throwing it outwards, sliding under and away as it comes down again.

Dodge.

One of his blades rises, redirecting the katana.

Clash.

The force of it makes his arm ache but he supresses a wince. He lashes out with his other blade.

Swipe.

Cor is already gone.

Bounce off of wall.

He shifts his grip, blade poised to throw, but catches himself.

Parry.

Stepping into the blade instead of warping away.

Side-step.

Parry.

He can’t use his magic.

Swipe.

Parry.

But it’s just Cor-

Parry.

It would be so easy just to reach out-

Fall.

Astraeus stumbles, his magic just a breath away, and a blade tucks itself beneath his chin. “I surrender,” he pants, wide-eyed behind his glasses as he tries to reign his instincts in, and he lowers his blades purposefully to the ground. No armiger, no magic.

This isn’t his Cor.

“Good match,” the Marshal says, stepping back and hiding his katana away with an easy flash of magic. He holds at out hand, offering Astra help up, and it’s such a familiar move that his eyes burn.

He swallows back his grief and reaches out-

Bare skin brushes.

His lower leg prickles, right over where a vibrant night sky had dimmed and faded and darkened, like someone has stabbed it with a dozen needles at once.

Co- Leonis’ eyes flicker as he pulls him to his feet. He tilts his head.

When Astraeus tries to step back, the man’s grip tightens and his eyes narrow. “Nyc—?”

The man chokes on the name and his heart stops. His ears are ringing. It can’t- he shouldn’t- it isn’t- Cor shouldn’t know that name. That name that was his, in another life. This isn’t his Cor.

Yet his blue eyes are darker, older, when he pulls him closer. “Ny-?” He chokes again and Astra can taste the magic in it, the power stopping him from claiming a name even secondhand that is not his, not anymore, never again.

He isn’t Nyx Ulric.

But Cor recognises him.

“Cor?” He asks, the name a whisper, and suddenly he feels like a child yet again, swimming in too big clothes in a world that doesn’t make sense, staring up at a ghost.

“What did you do to your hair?”

Astraeus scowls.

#this is pretty bad but w/e #my fic #snippet #ffxv #regisson au #starlight on your skin verse #i know not many people follow this one but i had actual inspiration for once so suck it

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tarotdeckshuffle · 5 years ago

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Is alright to request headcanons of the chocobros' style of kisses from soft cute ones to full on heated make out sessions?

That is wonderful! This got…spicy. I hope you enjoy! ❤

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Noctis

Absolutely loves kissing.

Loves making out even more.

You’ll have a relationship filled with long make-out sessions,

It’s something that he won’t want to skip over.

He always hurries to kiss you.

Like he’s worried you’ll change your mind.

Stops just before he reaches your lips

Just because he wants to kiss you gently.

Making it seem like he’s “forward” but not too pushy.

His lips are warm and soft.

Every kiss is long as you both savor the moment.

He’ll soon want more.

Moving so that your bodies will be closer.

Parting your lips.

He wants to kiss every inch of your body,

To let you know how much he loves you.

This man will steal kisses whenever he gets the chance,

But he hates pecks.

Every kiss needs to be special and slow.

So if you try to kiss him before you leave for work, you better allow lots of time,

Or else you may be late.

He just wants to show you how amazing you are and be as close to you as he can be.

Prompto

At first his kisses are hesitant,

He’s scared,

What if this isn’t what you really want.

But once you prove to him that you love kissing him,

Oh boy.

It’s all hands on deck.

He also loves to kiss you,

Repeatedly.

And hands are always involved.

Around your waist, in your hands, on your face, they’re everywhere.

If it’s a quick kiss, he’ll steal multiple before you leave.

“I *kiss* love *kiss* you!! *kiss*”

But he can’t get enough of you or your longer kisses.

His lips are soft and warm but often chapped.

And he always moves as close as he can when you start to kiss.

If tongue gets involved, he absolutely melts.

Anything tongue is his turn on.

His mouth is sweet and his skin is salty.

It’s a divine combination.

This man will love to kiss you in public,

But it’s the private kisses that are truly spectacular.

Ignis

This man’s lips are sure and soft.

The first time you kiss, he’s so smooth.

He lifts your chin and gently kisses your lips.

It’s perfect.

As time goes on, the kisses get even better.

He loves to kiss you on your neck from behind.

To be fair, he loves to lay his lips on any part of your body.

You’ll spin around to meet him, wrapping your arms around his neck,

Your lips meet, eager to be together.

Almost immediately, they’re parted and his expert tongue is dancing with yours.

His hands run both up and down your back.

Your hips meet his and your back arches.

One of his favorite things is if you bite his lower lip as you pull away.

You can make him let out the rare moan for that.

In public, he’ll rarely lay even a hand on you.

He’s not one for PDA.

But if he is jealous or feeling flirty,

He’ll kiss you deeply, with one hand on your chin.

Surprising you.

If he’s going to kiss you, it’s going to be done right.

That’s what you deserve.

Otherwise, he loves to kiss your forehead or your hand.

It’s always cute and sweet.

This man is either chivalrous or horny, there’s little in between.

Gladio

Most people think of Gladdy Daddy as being a horn dog.

He can be, but he’s actually quite the romantic.

The first time you kiss, it’ll be somewhere romantic.

Like a bridge overlooking a moonlit pond.

And he’ll lean down and kiss you.

He’ll be so gentle and slow.

His lips are full and soft, leaving you warm.

As time goes on, Gladdy will take whatever he can get.

If it has to be a quick kiss before he leaves, then so be it.

But he always follows the “Three Second Rule”

At least once a day, you share a kiss that is at least three seconds long.

He absolutely loves deep kisses.

He parts your lips with ease, his tongue finding yours.

Trying not to be too forward, he’ll let you meet him halfway.

His hands will always find your ass.

You’ll be lifted from the ground to his waist,

Where you’ll wrap your legs around him.

Gladio wants to kiss ever part of you,

Gently if you want it, harsh if that’s what you need.

He follows what you do.

This man is happy to make love or to screw.

You choose.

Honestly, though, he loves going slow,

Savoring every taste and sound.

In all, his kissing style is determined by you.

If you let him choose, though, it’ll be slow and passionate with as much skin touching as he can get.

Ravus

Will never kiss you in public.

Not about PDA, thinks it’s unbecoming.

But in private, his kisses are wonderful.

They’re desperate, always needing more of you.

Going until you both have to come up for air.

His lips are soft but his movements are powerful.

Holding you as close as he possibly can,

Hands exploring your back.

Lips parted, his tongue will taste as much of you as he can.

It won’t take long before he needs more of your skin.

If your time together is short, he’ll hold you by your chin,

Kissing you for as long as he can.

Letting the taste of your lips linger on his.

But sighing at his desires for more.

He’ll love to fluster you by kissing your hand,

Which would be the most he’d do in public.

And kissing your forehead and whispering to you.

Your first kiss is somewhere rather romantic,

But unexpected.

Like going out to the syleblossem field where he wanted to kiss you,

But getting stuck in the rain.

You end up kissing as you stand under his coat with him to keep dry.

His lips are hesitant, but needing.

Unsure if you want him, but sure of his desires for you.

He’s warm and soft in that moment, and truly every moment after.

But as you grow closer with time, he’ll let you understand more of his insecurities.

This man needs you, needs to know that you’re there, needs to feel your love.

And every kiss will reflect that.

Luna

Loves to steal your kisses,

All of them,

Regardless of who’s watching (it flusters Ravus).

Her lips are soft, sweet, and gentle.

But she needs you with her.

You’re her anchor, her calm in the storm of life.

Each kiss is savored,

She’ll always hold you a second longer than you expected.

Her cold hands wandering your waist.

You’ll know it’s been a long day when she kisses you

Unexpectedly parting your lips.

Her tongue is a master, dancing around your mouth,

Leaving you dizzy.

If she’s playful, she’ll nip at your lip as she pulls away.

But she also loves it if you take the lead.

She melts in your hands if you nip at her neck.

If your time is short,

She’ll kiss your lips quickly,

Warm and full.

It’s a small gesture, but they add up.

Every kiss is precious to this woman, because all of them come from you.

Ardyn

Every kiss is deep and passionate.

Your life is too short, he has to make every moment count.

His lips are chapped but warm and the stubble scratches at your face.

But he’ll leave you dizzy.

His arms always wrap around your back,

Often sweeping you off your feet to spin you around.

And he loves to part your lips,

His tongue tastes your mouth and dances with yours,

Tasting like coffee and wine.

He growls as you pull him closer,

He loves it if you take the lead,

Wrapping your fingers in his belt loops and pulling him closer.

Your wish is his command.

Loves to leave marks down your neck, visible to everyone.

He’ll kiss you in front of anyone and everyone.

Often unexpectedly.

He takes you by the chin and lifts your head for your lips to meet.

Embarrassing everyone around.

Your first kiss was slow and gentle.

He didn’t want to push you away.

His heart yearned for you to be close.

So you kissed, you taking the lead,

Slow, warm.

When you’re alone, those kisses return.

His bravado vanishes,

Replaced by a tender yearning for you.

Every moment is savored,

Every touch is filled with love.

Two men, trapped within the same body, vie for your kisses.

Each one is unique,

Each one is magnificent.

Nyx

Almost every kiss is hurried,

He’s so busy.

But he puts his whole heart into every touch,

Every kiss,

And it shows.

Your first kiss is sweet and playful,

Something unexpected by both of you,

But it’s soft, warm, and slow.

You both come away smiling.

Now, he wants to kiss you every chance he gets,

He wants to show you his love.

Even if those moments are fleeting.

His lips are chapped and his stubble scratches,

But his hands desperately cling to you,

Wrapping around your back or holding onto your shirt.

He’s afraid to let you go.

Your lips part, tongues meeting in the middle.

He won’t come up until he has to.

Other times, it’s a quick kiss,

But even that, he closes his eyes for,

Pressing his lips to yours as much as he dares.

With every touch, he pleads for your safety.

He prays for another chance to kiss you.

And when he does return,

You’ll be pinned against the wall before you realize it.

He worships at the altar of your lips.

You are his everything, six be damned.

Cor

He’s slow, passionate.

He’s always scared that he won’t be enough for you,

Or that he won’t return to you.

So every kiss is savored.

His lips are soft and warm,

Hot breath tickling your skin before you meet.

Fingers in your hair.

When your tongues meet,

He’ll surprise you with his expertise.

Circling your mouth, tickling your lips.

It’ll give you ideas.

He truly loves to kiss your neck,

Surprise you and hear your gasps.

You thought this man was completely stoic,

But you found that one spot that makes him melt:

His back.

If you kiss his back, between the shoulder blades,

It’s relaxing and hot to him all at once.

He can barely stand it as your lips trail down such a sensitive and vulnerable spot of his.

But he loves it because he knows he’s safe in your arms.

Your first kiss as so.damn.deep.

Mutual pining, neither of you thinking the other could ever want you, near death experiences,

Then he had to kiss you.

It was deep, hot, and full.

You didn’t want your lips to part.

Now, you do that as often as you can.

If moments are hurried,

He’ll kiss you as he leaves,

Spending an extra moment to have his hands on you,

Shut his eyes,

And take you in.

He knows that any kiss could be his last, so he plans on making every single one good.

#ffxv #noctis x reader #prompto x reader #ignis x reader #gladio x reader #ravus x reader #luna x reader #lunafreya x reader #ardyn x reader #nyx x reader #cor x reader #kiss #ffxv hc #final fantasy #final fantasy 15

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bgn846 · 4 years ago

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Worthy Chapter 11: New Beginnings FFXV A/B/O Promnis

<Previous Chapter 10

“What should I wear?” Prompto asked with worry as he sat precariously balanced on the edge of his bed.

“Dude, what you normally wear,” Noct answered with a snort. “It’s not like you should wear a suit or anything. You’re going on a picnic in the gardens.”

“I know, but what if he doesn’t think I look good?”

Noct pinched the bridge of his nose. “Seriously, I thought the whole purpose of you suggesting a picnic was because it was laid back!“

“Yeah but –” Prompto stalled out and squinted at Noct. “Ya know, you look like Ignis when you do that.”

“He’s been my advisor for like five hundred years, man. Of course, I copy his mannerisms.” Noct huffed. “You should see me in a council meeting. If I get mad, I look like a mini Iggy.”

Prompto burst out laughing at the image and flopped backwards on the bed. “Aw, buddy, I’m so screwed,” he announced nervously once his fit of giggles had died down.

“Why?!” Noct exclaimed. “He clearly likes you. What’s the issue?”

“That is the issue! He likes me and what if – what if I’m not good enough for him,” Prompto stammered.

Noct raised his hands dramatically. “He bent several international diplomacy rules, sent you a glaive as a personal escort, left Lucis with intent to maim and destroy, and rescued you. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

“No, I do! We didn’t know each other hardly at all, and we still don’t. It’s only been two weeks since we escaped from snaky,” Prompto wailed. “What if he gets to know me and then realizes I’m not worth the trouble.”

“If you don’t pick something to wear in the next minute, I’m calling Ignis for help.”

Prompto squealed in terror and leapt off his bed. Leave it to Noct to find the perfect motivation. He didn’t have many articles of clothing to dig through, so he grabbed what caught his eye first. A nice pair of jeans and a light weight sweater completed his look. “There, how’s this?” he asked with wide eyes.

“Perfect – and Prompto?” Noct ventured as he waited for the omega’s full attention. “You’re worth it. Don’t ever think differently.”

“You are not going back to change shirts again , are you?” Gladio asked in disbelief.

“This one has a wrinkle,” Ignis offered as he breezed past his friend and back into his closet.

“You are going to run out of shirts if you keep this up,” the older alpha grumbled.

“I heard that!”

“It’s a picnic, Iggy. You can handle a simple picnic right?”

“Of course I can! I merely want the whole experience to be perfect for Prompto.”

“And a wrinkle in your shirt prevents this date from being perfect?”

“Astrals! Gladio dear six, this is a date isn’t it?” Ignis breathed as he walked out of the closet donning shirt number five.

“What did you think it was?”

“A picnic. A neutral gathering where we might get to know more about each other!” Ignis enthused as he started pacing. “I have no idea if he wants to be with me or not. I don’t want him to feel obligated, since I helped him escape Niflheim.”

“Calm down, there. Stop overthinking things. Go to this neutral gathering, as you call it, and have fun,” Gladio offered with a smile.

“That’s far too easy, Gladio.”

“Yeah, it’s supposed to be easy like that. Both parties eat, talk, maybe kiss.”

Gasping in realization, Ignis turned to Gladio. “Don’t let me forget to brush my teeth again.”

The shield couldn’t help but laugh. “You could always bring a bottle of mouthwash with you.”

“Oh, stop being silly. They make pocket packs of breath strips for that sort of thing.” Ignis then began digging through his bedside table looking for said product.

Gladio wasn’t able to stop Ignis from changing his shirt a sixth time. He did manage to talk him out of attempting to bake a last minute cake. Ignis was the type of person that needed something to occupy his mind if he was nervous.

The appointed time arrived, and Gladio stood up to give his friend a hug. “You’ll do great. Go have fun, and make your date laugh.”

Ignis groaned as he grabbed his jacket. “I don’t know if I’m able to be funny on command.”

“It’ll be fine. Just tell blondie funny Noct stories. That always works when I’m trying to get Sana to laugh.”

“Is she still looking forward to moving here?” Ignis asked curiously.

“Yeah, she can’t wait. She’s looking forward to having an official pack.”

“I’m hoping she and Prompto are able to make a connection. They are both omega’s after all.”

“She’s mentioned the same thing, so we will have to wait and see how it plays out. Now stop getting distracted, and go pick up your omega!” Gladio announced as he shoved Ignis towards the door. “He’ll think you don’t like him if you’re late.”

The look of horror on Ignis face was comical. He barely paused to lock his front door before sprinting down the corridor. “I’ll call you later,” he shouted as he disappeared into the stairwell.

Gladio shook his head in amusement. It was fun to see Ignis so excited by something. Taking out his phone, he texted Noct to see what takeout he wanted for their secret dinner date. He knew he’d get the other half of the story from the prince. There was no way Prompto wasn’t a nervous mess like Ignis. It just wasn’t possible!

Adopting a normal pace once he determined he wouldn’t be late, Ignis tried not to worry about his date. It had been a couple of weeks since the dramatic rescue. Prompto had taken a few days to recover from the ordeal. Ignis knew that mentally Prompto would need time, but at least physically he was on the mend.

Soliamare and Prompto had agreed on which guest suite they liked and had moved in a week ago. The queen had been adjusting quite well, all things considered. Ardyn seemed to have taken a shine to the demure beta. Anytime Ignis asked what he was up to, the reply involved plans with Soliamare. Ignis warned him not to start anything he didn’t have intentions of seeing through. Ardyn had rolled his eyes at the advisor and assured him he meant well. Apparently the queen was happy to simply be in his company.

A soft grunt stopped his daydreaming, and Ignis turned around to seek out the source of the noise. Nothing stood out as being odd, but he stayed still and continued to look around. It took a second to realize that the giant potted plant nearby had a person hiding behind it. Not wasting any time, Ignis summoned his daggers and approached cautiously.

A familiar voice called out to him urgently, “Ignis, it’s me.”

Frowning, Ignis moved closer to get a better look. He was so confused; Nyx Ulric was standing before him holding a leaf in front of his face. “What are you doing?” he asked, dismissing his weapons.

“Hiding from Aranea!” he huffed. “Quiet, she’ll hear us talking and find me.”

“Nyx, she will most likely be able to locate you due to your scent.”

The beta looked stunned and moved to lean out and check the corridor. “Alpha’s can smell things like that, huh?”

“Yes, I’m afraid we can,” Ignis offered as he inhaled deeply. “She’s not harassing you, is she?” he asked carefully. Aranea’s scent was also mixed with Nyx’s. She’d clearly attempted to mark him recently. “If she is behaving in an uncouth manner, we need to report this to Cor.”

“No! It’s not like that, Ignis,” Nyx frantically corrected. “She’s just really – intense.”

Unable to process what that meant, Ignis blinked slowly at the glaive. “Do you need my assistance with anything at this time? Am I alright to leave you alone with your plant?”

Nyx nodded and slipped back into his original position. Left to continue on his way, Ignis could only wonder what the rest of the day would hold for Nyx. Aranea was a very forward alpha, and she’d made it obvious she wanted to be with the beta. It seemed Nyx may be having second thoughts.

Prompto’s suite soon appeared, and Ignis stopped thinking about his odd encounter. Taking a deep breath, he approached the door and knocked. The sounds of muffled voices and something falling were the only indication of life. The door remained closed and unanswered as Ignis stood and began to worry. Perhaps agreeing to go out in public with Prompto was too much for the omega. They’d been able to hang out but always with other people Prompto trusted nearby.

Ignis had been very careful to ensure Prompto wouldn’t feel trapped or unsafe. This time it was different. Prompto would be leaving the suite alone with Ignis. Finally the door unlocked and opened to reveal Noct. “Hey, specs. Sorry, you need to come talk to him.”

Instantly, Ignis’ dreams of a pleasant afternoon in the citadel gardens were dashed. Prompto was too nervous to come out with him. “Very well, I suppose this is to be expected,” he added sadly.

“Huh?” Noct questioned. “Ignis, he thinks his outfit is stupid-looking. You need to talk him out of changing.”

Perking up at hearing he wasn’t being turned down, Ignis followed Noct towards Prompto’s room. The omega shrieked when Noct pushed open the door. Ignis had stayed outside the room. He didn’t want to invade his privacy if he was unwanted.

“Noct! What happened? He didn’t leave, did he?!” Prompto wailed. “I ghost him for two weeks when he first texts me, and now I can’t even answer my front door!”

Ignis couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like Prompto was having a panic attack. His breaths were labored, and he’d stopped talking. Noct calling for him confirmed his suspicions. Rushing into the room, Ignis saw Prompto slumped on the floor next to his bed. He was gasping for air and trying to say something to Noct.

“I’m still here. There’s no need to worry,” Ignis offered as he gracefully sank to the floor next to Prompto. Expecting the omega to shy away, Ignis was surprised when the younger man tackled him for a hug.

“Thank the six!” he breathed softly. “I thought I’d screwed this all up again.”

Ignis wrapped his arms around the shaking omega and pulled him close. “No, you’ve not screwed anything up. Not now nor in the past,” he replied. “Relax and focus on breathing.”

Prompto squeezed harder and buried his head in Ignis shoulder. “Thank you.”

Noct, who never liked public displays of affection, took the time to try and ruin the mood. “Specs, his outfit looks fine, right?”

Deciding to ignore the prince’s tactics, Ignis replied, “Prompto looks nice all the time.” The blond in his arms giggled, and his breath tickled Ignis’ collarbone. “Would you still like to go the gardens?”

Prompto nodded but remained silent. Waiting another few minutes for him to fully calm down, Ignis slowly released his grip.

Noct couldn’t help but groan at the display before him. “Are you both done being gross?”

“You don’t like cuddling with Gladio?” Prompto asked with wide eyes.

“Yeah, I like it, but not all the time. When I turn twenty in another month our third pack mate will move in. Gladio will get to smother them with cuddles whenever he wants.”

“Third pack mate?”

“Sana. She’s an omega like you,” Noct supplied with little fanfare.

Ignis thought Prompto’s eyes were going to bulge out of his head at the news. He looked over to Ignis with hope. “Is it true. She’s like me?”

“Yes, we are all hoping you both will get along. Unfortunately, you can’t meet in person until Noct’s party.”

“Right, it’s a secret. I remember Gladio mentioning that.”

Prompto’s face flushed slightly at the memory, and Ignis wondered if he recalled everything he’d said that night.

“Ok, so back to the issue at hand,” Noct sighed. “You both look fine. Will you go have your picnic, already!”

Looking at the blond, Ignis waited for a reaction. Prompto smiled brightly and stood up, “okay, I’m ready. Sorry for being so silly.”

“You’re not being silly,” Ignis corrected as he waited for Prompto to lead the way. The three of them left the suite a moment later. Noct went the opposite way back to his apartments. “Noct thinks he’s sneaky, but he’s terrible at it,” Ignis conceded once they were out of earshot.

“What’s his deal? He seemed like he was in a hurry,” Prompto asked quietly.

“He’s got a date with Gladio tonight, except he thinks none of us know about it.”

“But he said he didn’t like to cuddle, so why would he go on a date?”

“He enjoys certain things in private. He’s not your typical teenager.”

“Oh,” Prompto mumbled. “Um – so I know we are going on a picnic, but where’s all the stuff?” he asked with a pout. “I didn’t eat, and we don’t even have a blanket.”

“I’ve had the citadel chef prepare us something for the occasion. We simply need to swing by the kitchens and retrieve it,” Ignis replied with a smile. “As far as the blanket, I’ve instructed the groundskeepers to clear us a space and leave one out for us.”

“Wow, that’s awesome,” Prompto enthused. “Noct said you were doing something special.”

“I don’t normally abuse my position as Noct’s advisor, but I figured every once and awhile wouldn’t cause too much harm.”

This statement made Prompto grin widely. “So that means you like me.” The blush that instantly starting creeping up the blond’s neck meant he’d not wanted to blurt that out. “Uh, I guess, or I mean, I hope.”

Ignis raised his hand to stop Prompto from continuing, “I like you a lot.”

The omega released a breath and bumped shoulders with him. “Thank the six. I was so worried. I didn’t want to be bothering you if you didn’t want to be around me.”

“Prompto, you are not bothering me. Please believe me when I say I truly desire to be in your company.”

The poor omega’s blush deepened, and he ducked his head to try and hide it. “Okay,” he offered meekly, “and just so you know, I really like you too.”

Unable to stop the smile spreading across his face, Ignis felt relieved to hear his advances were welcomed. What happened next really melted his heart.

Prompto was fidgeting and cleared his throat. “Ignis, do you think we could hold hands?”

Choosing to extend his arm as an answer, Ignis watched Prompto bounce excitedly before he linked hands. They stayed like that even after Ignis retrieved their picnic basket from the kitchens. The walk to the gardens was quiet; it seemed they both were enjoying the calm of being alone together.

Once Prompto could see the blanket that had been left out for them he tugged Ignis along faster. “It was always too cold to have a picnic in Niflheim.”

Ignis thought for a moment. “Does that mean this will be your first one?”

Prompto nodded enthusiastically as he sat down, pulling Ignis with him. “Yeah, so I want it to be amazing.”

Ignis hoped he was able to deliver on Prompto’s request. He didn’t picnic enough to know what was considered amazing. However, the permanent smile on the omega’s face made him think he was doing something right.

Their meal consisted of small sandwiches and other finger foods. Ignis made a mental note to personally thank the chef for a wonderfully prepared meal. It had taken a lot of convincing on Gladio and Noct’s part to allow someone else to cook for them. Gladio had driven the final nail when he mentioned Ignis might not be focused on Prompto if he was busy worrying about the food.

It seemed Gladio had a point, since he could barely dress himself for this date, let alone cook. He supposed this was one of the few downfalls of being a perfectionist. Ignis hoped their date would go well, and he would be able to showcase his cooking skills at a later time. Things were going smoothly, and Prompto was relaxing as the afternoon progressed.

The location Ignis had selected in the gardens was shaded and on a slight hill. They had a view of the entire garden but the tree they were under offered privacy. This was important; Ignis didn’t want the omega to be nervous. He still wasn’t sure how Prompto felt about other alphas.

Ignis didn’t have time to dwell on the topic when Prompto gasped suddenly. Following the blonds line of sight revealed a tiny animal. One of the resident garden cats was trotting over.

“Does it bite?” Prompto asked in a hushed tone.

Ignis didn’t really know if the cat would bite. “Perhaps if you let him approach first, it would be best.”

The cat took up residence in Prompto’s lap after a few tentative sniffs. It didn’t take long before animal started purring happily at the attention it was getting. The omega clearly had a deep love for animals. A vision of a shared apartment with Prompto and a cat flooded his senses. The desire to make this young man feel safe and happy was strong.

They spent another hour relaxing and talking about anything that came to mind. Ignis learned Prompto liked photography but never had the nerve to go out alone and take pictures. Vowing to change that circumstance, Ignis listened intently as Prompto told him all about the things he wanted to photograph.

When Prompto was finished, Ignis couldn’t help but say what he’d been thinking the whole time. “I’d be more than happy to take you around if you wish to pursue your photography,” he offered humbly.

“Really?! That’d be so cool. I never left the house much in Niflheim. I didn’t want to get harassed, but if you’re with me, it’ll be different.”

Ignis had to bite his tongue. He desperately wanted to tell Prompto he’d be with him forever if he wished it. The pull the omega had on him was undeniable. Ignis wondered if Prompto felt the same way. Deciding to be brave, he took a steadying breath and worked on how he wanted to phrase his question.

He didn’t get the chance. A noise in a nearby bush caused the cat in Prompto’s lap to perk up in curiosity. A second later it had bolted over to investigate. Prompto seemed both disappointed and fascinated by the current turn of events.

A familiar scent soon wafted over and Ignis rolled his eyes. “Nyx, I told you she will smell you.”

“I know that!” the glaive hissed loudly.

“Who are you hiding from, Nyx?” Prompto asked with worry.

“Forgive me for being blunt, but he’s hiding from Aranea so she won’t bite him.”

Prompto’s eyes went wide. “Wha? I thought you liked her, though,” he retorted, staring at the bush.

Nyx moved slightly so they could see him better. “I do, Prompto, but I’m not used to the attention.”

“Oh, so she is harassing you. I understand that.”

The mood was starting to change, and Ignis racked his brain for what to say that might help the situation. Nyx thankfully beat him to it.

“Hey, no, no. That’s not it at all, Prompto. If she was really harassing me, I would report it to my superior officer, and they would work to make it stop,” Nyx corrected quickly. “When I say I’m not used to the attention, all I means is I’m not sure I’m ready for a mate.”

“Why not? Having a mate sounds really nice,” the blond hummed. “They are always there to support you and give you a hug if you are sad. I think having a mate would be really cool.”

Nyx smiled at the response. “I agree with that, but I’m not sure Aranea has read the same guide book on having a mate.”

Ignis couldn’t help but snicker at the remark. Alphas females were a mixed bag. Sometimes they displayed more beta like traits and other times they were like Aranea. Bold, loud, and fully aware of what they want.

“Well, then tell her what you want,” Prompto added sincerely.

Nyx opened his mouth to reply but stopped. It seemed Prompto’s simple statement had him thinking. After a minute, he found his voice. “I think I might try that. She’s gotta catch me first though.”

As if on cue, a voice rang out from close by. It was Aranea. She was calling for Nyx and using the nickname he obviously hated with a passion. Cor had even started calling him Nyxie for fun.

“Thanks for the advice, Prompto. I’ll catch you guys later.” Nyx huffed as he crouched down and continued to scurry along the wall behind the bush.

Ignis waited to see if Aranea would grace them with her presence. Her commanding figure soon glided into view. She waved and continued on the way Nyx had gone.

“How does she know where he’s going?” Prompto asked softly.

“She’s an alpha; she can smell other people’s scent profiles to track them.”

“Did you do that when you and Ardyn came to rescue me?”

“Ardyn suggested it, and I quite frankly thought he was crazy.” Pausing to remember the incident, Ignis was so grateful he’d been wrong. “However, as you have correctly guessed, I did locate your scent to follow that evening.”

“Alban tried to call me yesterday,” the omega added with a frown. “I got scared and didn’t answer the phone.”

“Did he try and call you back? I can put a stop to that if you don’t want him to contact you.”

Prompto shook his head and smiled. “No, it’s alright. He just left me a message, and he wasn’t angry at all. He wanted to make sure I was okay, and he --.”

Ignis could see Prompto was struggling with the next part of the story. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s not that. I didn’t realize me almost dying would make him worry. He never seemed to care before.”

“I believe for the first time he may have been able to understand how you felt. You both were targeted and nearly died. That can change a person.”

Nodding, Prompto sighed heavily. Ignis could tell he was affected by the turn in conversation. He wished it was possible to take away his pain. Prompto needed time, and Ignis hoped the omega would turn to him in the future for support.

“Thank you for helping me start a new life, Ignis. I don’t know what would have happened to me if you didn’t show up in my life.”

“I would like to remind you that us meeting was entirely your doing. So do thank yourself for being brave enough to face the world in search of something better.” That statement finally brought back the bright smile Ignis was getting used to seeing.

“Um, I know it’s a little ways off, but do you want to go to Noct’s birthday gala with me?”

“I would be delighted to go with you. However, I must apologize in advance, since I will be working at the same time,” Ignis lamented.

“Oh, that’s right! You organize the whole party and make sure it’s all running smoothly. I don’t mind so long as I won’t get in your way.”

“I would love to have you with me, and for the brief moments when I must attend to something, I know that Gladio and Noct would keep you company.”

“Oh emm gee, this is the first party I’m actually excited to go to!” Prompto exclaimed.

“I suppose that means a visit to the royal tailor is in order,” Ignis announced calmly.

Prompto grinned and then held out hands as if he’d been struck by an idea. “My mum is gonna flip; she will get to wear a gown. Can she come to the tailor, too?”

Ignis nodded and watched as the omega practically vibrated in place. They had another month before Noct’s twentieth birthday, and Ignis already had ideas for their next date. He’d been a little worried they might not go out again. Prompto asking to be his date at Noct’s party removed any last worries. Ignis was officially courting an omega and loving every minute of it.

>Next Chapter 12

#ffxv #fanfic #promnis #prompto #ignis

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garbria · 2 years ago

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Sorry for the delay, anon! I got kind of blocked on these.

For your consideration:

An aged up Nyx has made a name from himself in the Kingsglaive around the time Cor decides to go to Niflheim to investigate some disturbing rumors, so Regis orders Cor to take Nyx along with him. They find a cloning lab where they make MTs, but they only find one baby alive. They rescue him, and on the way back to Insomnia, Prompto wins over both Nyx and Cor.

Cor is lost around toddlers, but Nyx is a big brother to his core, so he's got experience helping with child care. By the time they make back to Insomnia, Nyx has essentially adopted Prompto, with Cor being similarly attached. But the Insomnian government won't let Nyx take Prompto because he's an immigrant. Cor steps up and tells them he's taking Prompto to keep him out of the system. Nyx is grateful, even as a part of him resents Cor for being the one allowed to keep Prompto.

Nyx practically moves in with Cor, because even if he's not officially Prompto's parent, he's not about to leave him, especially when he's seen how little experience with kids Cor has. Someone official raises a stink about it, so someone suggests Cor and Nyx get married so Nyx can legally have custody.

Cor goes along with it because in all this mess, he's fallen in love with Nyx. Once Nyx deals with his anger some and sees how hard Cor is trying to make things better for him, he admits he returns the feelings, and they all live together as one happy family.

#ask game #anon ask #my fic #cor leonis #nyx ulric #dad cor #dad nyx #baby prompto #fic ideas #i probably will write this one at some point #i'm a sucker for mutual pining #and fake dating/marriage

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mastrechef · 5 years ago

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My attention has been awful the last couple of days, and progress on my book has been agonizingly slow. Thus, since my impulse control is poor, here’s more Cor x Nyx stuff. Still don’t know where this is going, since I’ve done zero planning for this and just write whatever my whims fancy. I’ll probably post some more reincarnation!Nyx stuff later, along with some Galahd headcanons, since that’s what my brain has been occupied with most today.

Nyx woke to a splitting headache and the telltale signs of a hangover. Obviously things had gotten a little out of hand last night. Honestly, what had he been thinking? He struggled to make his brain function properly. There was something just at the edge of his grasp. Something about a bet?

Memories hit him with the force of a sledgehammer. Nyx buried his head into his pillow and whined in both pain and mortification. What in the hell had possessed him to say that? He was swearing off alcohol for good this time. Between the hangover from hell, the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, and last night’s clear lapse in judgement, it obviously was bad for his health. Especially considering the lapse in judgement was likely to soon result in his painful demise. Probably by his own hand at this point, unless the other party was merely dragging out his torment for maximum effect.

The usual gang of glaives had gotten together to celebrate a successful return after another showdown with the Empire. Only to get to Yamachang’s and see the Marshal camped out at their favorite haunt. He hadn’t seemed up for company, what with the way he was staring broodingly into his glass. So the glaives had left him be and continued with their night, eating and drinking and being merry.

It’s when the cashing in of bets had come up that things went downhill for Nyx.

Since the start of his fascination with the Marshal, Nyx’s friends, chiefly Crowe, had teased him relentlessly. He ignored it for the most part, to the point that he had forgotten about the consequences of losing one of their latest bets. Having a job with as high a mortality rate as the Kingsglaive did, it had become a tradition to make bets on missions to bring a bit of levity to the grim reality they lived day in and day out.

And it just so happened that Nyx and his heroic antics was a frequent subject of said bets. More often than not, those bets were pretty much impossible for Nyx to win and thus had utterly ridiculous consequences to subject Nyx to, because his so-called friends seemed to enjoy his misery.

As he had once again landed himself on Citadel duty as punishment for being a reckless idiot to rescue some injured glaives, Nyx had to suffer the repercussions of the lost bet.

Which meant flirting with the Marshal.

It took a copious number of drinks to work up the courage, getting him thoroughly smashed in the process.

His memory got kind of fuzzy at that point, but Nyx half remembered stumbling over to Cor and the first thing out of his mouth was “Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk past you again?” The rest of the incident was mentally blocked for the sake of his sanity.

Of all people why did it have to be him? Yes, Nyx admittedly found him attractive, and maybe he wanted to get to know him better, but he was absolutely, positively not pining after him in a romantic sense. No way. Cor was a superior officer. One who had now seen him make a complete idiotic fool of himself, and if he somehow managed to survive the fallout, the bastards he called friends were never going to let him live it down. In an entire lifetime of doing stupid shit, this will forever be the crowning jewel.

A knock at the door interrupted his dramatic pity party.

It’s probably just Libs coming to check on him, he told himself as he blearily shuffled over to open the door and squint at the person standing outside.

His blood turned to ice. Looks like he might die after all.

“Ulric. We need to talk,” said the one and only Cor fucking Leonis.

Nyx could see a subtle spark of amusement in his eyes as the other man quirked a brow at him. “Though maybe it can wait until after you’re dressed.”

“Oh god, kill me now.” Propriety long since thrown out the window, Nyx thunked his head against the doorframe, face now flaming in embarrassment. He seemed destined to lose his cool in front of this man, and putting himself out of his misery was sounding more tempting by the second.

#ffxv #ficlet #nyx ulric #cor leonis #nyx is an oblivious pining idiot in denial #I have a vague idea of what's happening on cor's end but I haven't written it yet

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glaivenoct · 5 years ago

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Kitten Prince

Relationship: Nyxnoct Rating: Gen Words: 1,506 Summary: Noctis sulks over the outcome of a daemon encounter. Nyx thinks it’s adorable Also over on (ao3). Consider stopping by to drop a comment? Or a reblog? It’s much appreciated, I promise ^^;

“Don’t look so down, kitten.”

Noctis glares at him like he’s ready to bare his teeth and hiss… kill… pout. Possibly all three. Nyx bites the inside of his cheek to help refrain from laughing. He wants to be sympathetic. He really does. But even in Noct’s miffed and unamused state, he’s adorable. Who wouldn’t call a prince with cat ears and a tail adorable?

The ears are relatively big. The fur on them is as dark and soft as Noct’s own hair, if not softer, and very prone to twitching whenever Nyx pokes and scratches them. The tail is long enough for Noctis to wrap around himself at least once. His poor pouting Prince sat on it wrong one too many times before he made a habit to be mindful of it.

Truth be told, this is the most Nyx’s ever seen him pout in the span of three days.

“Three days,” Noct punctuates from his spot on the couch. It’s the spot in his own apartment he’s spent the most time sulking in whilst hiding the predicament from the entire kingdom. “I’ve been like this for three days!”

“They did say it might take a few before it wears off.”

“What if it never wears off?!”

It’ll wear off, Noct,” Nyx says as he settles next to him. “These things always do. You just gotta give it time.”

“Since when do daemon’s turn people into weird cat hybrids anyway?!” Noctis groans, burying his face between his knees where they’re hugged to his chest. “Frogs, maybe, but this? Dad’s never heard of it, Clarus’ never heard of it, Cor’s never heard of it!”

Ah, yes. That’s a moment Nyx won’t forget for years to come. The absolute dread of facing the three most important men in Noct’s life to let them know that, yeah, their summer fishing trip went great! Except for the mishap of a minor daemon encounter at the end of it. Which Nyx helped reveal by removing Noct’s hat while he unfurled his own tail.

Nyx won’t forget the way Regis had to stop whatever stunned noise came out of his mouth by covering it with his hand. The way Clarus’ mouth gaped at the sight with the most incredulous look. Worst of it all, Cor’s entrance moments after the initial reveal; freezing in place like he’d been touched by Shiva herself, the most grim double-take if there were such a thing, and carefully assessing Noct from head to toe.

Then the way those steely eyes narrowed in on Nyx, as if they were grumbling “You had one job,” right in his ear.

Luckily for everyone, the ailment is harmless. If only a little bit cute, in Nyx’s opinion, and hilarious at Noct’s expense. Fittingly irksome and mischievous coming from an imp, Nyx thinks. Though that was something for researchers to look more into.

Nyx’s only concern is turning his kitten prince’s frown upside down.

“They could’ve turned you into a half spiracorn.” Nyx offers, tapping the top of Noct’s hair where a horn could potentially sprout in the scenario. “Or a moogle. Want me to make a run to the pet store? Get you those cat toys that look like the antennas?”

Noctis snaps his head up and hisses at him. The fur on his ears stands up and his slightly sharper canines bare for “attack”.

If this is how Nyx is meant to bravely go, so be it.

“So that’s a no.” Nyx smiles in apology while Noct slouches against the cushions, ears drooping in turn with him. “I’m sorry, kitten. I don’t mean to tease.”

“Yes you do, jerk. You keep calling me kitten!”

“I call you kitten even without the ears and tail! Hey.” Nyx leans in to peck his cheek. “Come on. This whole thing isn’t that bad, Noct. If it makes you feel any better, you make an adorable cat.”

“Sure, sure. Flatter me all you want. You’re not the one trapped in your own apartment.”

So long as Noctis wore a hat, curled his tail around his waist underneath his clothes and made sure he didn’t show his teeth too much, he could venture out in theory. Though a hat isn’t quite appropriate for the meetings Noct was scheduled to attend. Nor would he feel too comfortable.

Hiding away and sulking was much easier. Noct’s made a talent out of it at this point and Nyx won’t stand for it any longer.

“Come here, you.” Nyx gathers him in a hug and pulls him close, facing displeased whines and squirming. “No more pouting.”

“You’re lucky I don’t have claws.” Noctis huffs and slumps against Nyx’s shoulder, pairing a defiant pout with a glare.

“Down, kitten.” Nyx laughs and lets his fingers wander into Noct’s hair. He knows just the thing to improve his mood. Combs through the strands until his fingers end up behind one of Noct’s ears, causing it to twitch.

Noctis shifts against him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Just trying to get you to relax a little.” Nyx can already feel Noctis letting himself sink a little further into him as he scratches gently at the corner of one ear. He can mope and grump about the situation all he wants, but there’s no way Noctis will ever pout about this.

They discovered rather quick how receptive he was to the petting. Nyx ended up soothing him to sleep with it the first night, despite Noct’s initial, grumpy protests.

He tries for a different approach this time. He takes Noct’s ear between two fingers; a thumb into the dip of it, the pointer behind, meeting each other to massage in a slow circular motion. A soft, surprised noise escapes from Noct. He’s shifting again like he’s trying to determine whether he likes the touch or not. But as Nyx figures, it’s seconds before he’s leaning into it. The faintest smile begins tugging at the corner of his lips, eyes fluttering shut. Nyx slows the motion.

Five… four… three… two…

Down his kitten goes, flopping into his lap like deadweight with a content hum. Melting like putty as little noises grow softer and softer until they turn into a strong, steady purr.

“Better?” Nyx asks.

“Mm…” Noctis nuzzles his face in Nyx’s lap and curls in on himself, tail flicking happily back and forth. “Don’t stop.”

“Like the flip of a switch, I swear.”

Noctis doesn’t glare or hiss at him for the comment, and that’s how Nyx knows he’s too far gone in the affection. Nyx decides to relax a bit himself. He slouches in his spot and releases a deep breath, focusing on the gentle quiver of Noct’s purring. A royal little engine, revving up and rearing to soak in every ounce of care and attention Nyx is willing to give him. All signs of grump and sulk are gone and Nyx knows his mission is accomplished.

At least until Nyx phone buzzes ten minutes later and he pauses in his touches. He’s cautious in his movements to grab his phone from his back pocket, hoping not to disturb Noct, who may’ve been minutes away from drifting to sleep. Though Noct’s head perks up instantly and he whines at the loss of the touch.

“Nyx.”

“One sec, kitten. It’s Libs.”

“You can text with one hand, can’t you?”

Nyx scoffs at the suggestion while proceeding to follow it. Noct’s smile resurfaces and he settles his head back in Nyx’s lap. He stretches and wriggles in the search for the comfiest position, going slack when he finds it.

Nyx sends off his reply and resettles.

Five minutes later he needs to use the bathroom.

“Nyyyyyyx.”

Nyx would be lying if he said the look he turns to meet isn’t close to breaking his heart. The impatient return of Noct’s pout and a bloom of pleading innocence in his eyes. The simultaneous curl of his tail around himself like a consoling hug and the disappointed droop of his sensitive ears.

Nyx all but jogs to the bathroom with the promise of making it quick. Anything beyond a minute, however, must be inadequate for Noctis because Nyx finds him lying on his side, back into a tight ball of sulk when he’s done. Pout prevalent. Ears low in an exaggerated manner of touch-starved despair.

“Really? I wasn’t even gone for that long!”

“You were gone long enough.”

“Patience, kitten. It’ll do you some good.”

“Shut up and come pet me, hero.”

Nyx resigns the banter with a sigh and little hesitation to oblige his kitten prince. Noctis is quick to nestle in his lap again and nuzzle his face against Nyx’s knees like it’s a cue for him to resume. And Nyx takes the cue, his hand falling back to Noct’s hair as if it’s been a habit for years opposed to three days.

“Spoiled little kitten.”

The response he gets it nothing but a new bout of endless purring. Far too cute to be mad about. Nyx smiles, unabashedly enamored by it.

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archonssun · 5 years ago

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Don’t Take it to Heart

Chapter Eight

WC: 1346

“Eeny-meeny, miney-moe…”

“We’re catching cold…”

“So here we go!”

It was the banter that kept them on their toes in the freezing dungeon. Ever since they had arrived, Prompto and Noct were going at it with quips and puns, and on more than one occasion Pax found herself chuckling.

“How much farther?” the woman asked, rubbing her hands up and down her arms.

“Not too far,” Ignis replied. He looked back at her over his shoulder, then shed his jacket and handed it to the girl.

“Thanks, Iggy,” Pax smiled. Ignis smiled in return. A few months ago, had he smiled at her, Pax would have been in shock, but now? She was used to it. It was the others that couldn’t get used to it.

“I still think it’s weird that Iggy can actually smile,” Prompto muttered under his breath, looking at the siblings. As his eyes caught Pax’s, he quickly turned away, his face turning pink. Gods, was he nervous. Ever since Gladio had lifted her spirits, Pax had somewhat gone back to normal, but it all felt … forced. Like she wasn’t really feeling what she was projecting to the others.

The blond boy’s thoughts were interrupted when a group of flan appeared. Almost instantly, Noct jumped into the fray, followed closely by Pax. The girl summoned her weapon -- a pair of short swords. Their blades -- as thin as the ice prevalent all around the dungeon -- sliced through the daemons with ease, belying the countless hours Pax had practiced mastering them. When she moved, it was like watching a water sprite flit around. There was no wasted movement, no unnecessary steps as the woman struck down the daemons with ease.

“Who’s next?” Pax’s voice filtered through the chaos of battle as the last daemon fell, a wicked smile on her face. It was in stark contrast to the expression she had been wearing just moments earlier. However, Prompto was hard-pressed to say that this new expression was any better than the last. It had a sort of … primal energy to it that sent the boy’s hair to stand on end at just the mere sight of it.

A shiver raced down the blond’s spine as Pax took the lead, marching through the dungeon like she owned the place. Absently, he cast a glance back to Ignis, only to find that the man’s brows were furrowed in concern. His blue eyes shot back to the lone female, the fear of what she could do rising within.

What happened to you, Pax?

***

“Iggy, on your left!” Pax’s voice urged the older male to duck right as a Mindflayer reached for him. Then, using his daggers, Ignis cut up the daemon, ultimately killing it. As it disintegrated, Pax’s weapons disappeared as she approached the door to the Royal Tomb.

“This has got to be it,” she muttered, motioning to the black haired prince. Noctis walked forward, unlocking the door with the key Cor had given him before entering and taking the weapon into his armory. As soon as the sequence was finished, Pax stretched her arms over her head.

“Gods, that was a lot!” she groaned. Her elbows and wrists popped as they were stretched, eliciting a moan from the female. “That felt amazing!”

“Then why do you hold your weapons so tight?” Gladio scoffed. During the fights with the various hordes of daemons, he had noticed that the woman’s knuckles were white as she held her swords. Icy blue eyes turned to glare at the mountain of flesh.

“Why do you have to be a hardass?” she shot back. Gladio frowned at the woman -- well, more at her sass than anything. You’d think by now he’d be used to sass because of Noctis, but apparently not.

Seeing she had effectively shut up the Shield, Pax smirked, pushing past the Amicitia and heading towards the dungeon’s entrance.

“Hey, uh … Pax?” Prompto’s voice called after her, causing the woman to stop and turn to the other blond. Raising an eyebrow in question, she waited for Prompto to continue. “Are you … um … uh, never mind …”

As she glanced at the boy in concern, she shrugged, turning on her heel once more and walking through the dungeon once more.

***

“Your story came to a happy end,” Ignis’ voice broke the air of the Leville, and the young boy smiled almost as brightly as the blond boy himself. He basked in the praise of the royal retinue, not noticing when Pax slipped away from the group and hid in a corner. She couldn’t help it; it was a habit from over ten years of Crownsguard training, and old habits die hard. She listened in on the conversation between the guys and the young boy, all speaking in excited voices. A smile on her face, Pax’s eyes slipped shut, exhaustion threatening to take over. She was nearly overcome by the feeling when she heard Noct’s gasp.

Instantly, Pax was on high alert, racing silently across the room to stand at the prince’s side. Placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder, she searched Noct’s face as he held his head in his hands.

“Noct!” Prompto exclaimed, coming to stand on his friend’s other side.

“Your Highness,” Pax said. She tried her hardest to adopt a gentle tone to her voice as she spoke, knowing from experience with Nyx that loud noises could make the headaches worse. Her hand went from Noct’s shoulder to rubbing his back. As soon as the pain seemed to pass, Pax’s hand stopped rubbing the prince’s back, instead going to help the monarch straighten.

“Not again …” was the only thing Noct said, his hand retreating from his face.

“What’s the matter? You alright?” Iris’ concern showed through her voice as she bent to see the prince’s face.

“He’ll be fine. Don’t worry,” Gladio was quick to wave off his sister’s worry. Turning to the group, Gladio said, “We oughta take a closer look as this so called “Disc”.”

“Then look no further than the outlook. We can use the viewer things!” At Prompto’s energetic reply -- coupled with the fact that he didn’t know what those ‘viewer things’ were actually called -- caused a snort of laughter to escape Pax’s throat. Almost immediately, the entire group turned to give her weird looks, which only caused her to start laughing fully.

“Oh, Gods!” she cried, crumbling to the floor. She held her stomach, the pain almost unbearable, as she curled in on herself on the floor. Her laugh echoed around the lobby, sending all present into shock -- specifically, the boys she had been travelling with. In all their time travelling with one another, they had never seen the woman laugh as hard as she was right now. What made it more weird was, just when they thought she had gotten a hold of herself, she would be thrown into another fit of laughter.

So there she laid -- curled into a ball on the floor, laughing her ass off -- for almost ten minutes before she managed to settle down enough to stand.

“Oh, man! Haven’t laughed like that in a while!” she smiled, wiping away the tears that sprung up in the corners of her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she glanced at the boys, their glances not going unnoticed. “Why’re y’all looking at me like I’ve gone mad?”

“Sorry, um … we’ve just … you--” Prompto sputtered, his cheeks turning red as he scratched the back of his neck.

“We haven’t heard you laugh before, is what he’s trying to say,” Gladio said, a small smile playing at his lips. The others smiled in agreement, causing a frown to alight on Pax’s face.

“Well, there really hasn’t been much to laugh about lately, has there?” All at once, Pax’s happy mood was dashed, the frown on her lips creasing her forehead. She pushed past the group of guys, stalking out of the hotel and heading to the outlook.

As the guys watched her retreating figure, only one thought coursed through their minds:

Why did we say anything?

#prompto argentum #prompto x oc #ffxv #prompto #prompto argentum x OC #angst

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thisisthedungeonthatneverends · 5 years ago

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Am I the Only One (Alt: Everyone else has had more sex than me)

Ships: libnyx, regclar, gladnis, promptis

Rating: M

Words: 2908

In which Nyx Ulric seems cursed to walk in on EVERYONE having sex and wonders if he is the only one in all of Insomnia NOT getting laid today. Check the reblogs for the AO3 link.

It was as if His Majesty had declared an official Everybody Gets Laid Day but no one told Nyx Ulric. He just came in to drop off the latest reports from the warfront with the King. That’s it. That’s all Nyx had to do today and the rest would be spent drinking beer and watching the professional chocobo racing semi-finals. Simple day. When he knocked on the door to King Regis’ office, however, his day turned from simple to weird in 2.53 seconds. “Bullocks, I forgot Nyx was coming! Quickly Clarus…” “Regis, I was almost coming…” Nyx raised a suspicious eyebrow and wondered if he should knock again. When he heard a muffled umf from the other side he decided against it. Were they…noooooo, they couldn’t be…could they? “One moment, please!” Regis called out, a hint of mild distress in his voice. Nyx cleared his throat. “In your own time, Your Majesty.” He heard some shuffling and the distinct sound of a chair being dragged across the hard wood floor then someone, presumably Regis, loudly clearing their throat. “You may enter.” Nyx shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts of were His Majesty and Clarus Amicitia really just… He pushed open the heavy doors and approached the desk where the King sat looking as pristine and regal as ever. Nyx bowed and placed the thick folder containing the reports requested of him on the desk. “Here are the reports from the warfront as requested, Your Majesty. Our forces are holding the newest influx of Imperial warships at bay for the time being. They aren’t gaining any ground, but neither are we. Captain Drautos is requesting reinforcements.” Before Regis could respond, a faint scuffing sound came from under the large desk. Nyx could not help but look down and when he did his eyes widened at the sight of the toe of a boot juuuuust peaking out. Regis seemed frozen in place. “I’lllookitoverthankyouNyx,” Regis prattled his words together. “Thatisallyouaredismissed.” It took every ounce of concentration Nyx had to look up from the boot he knew did not belong to Regis and every ounce of balance to bow without falling on his face. “Y-yes Your Majesty…um…good day.” He turned on his heals and literally power walked to the door. Nyx had retreated from the bloodiest of battles with less urgency than that of which he swung open the doors of the Kings office and ran like his life depended on it. And after interrupting Regis and Clarus now undoubtedly having sex, he wasn’t sure his life DIDN’T depend on it.

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Once he was a safe distance away from that office he stopped to catch his breath. Not that he couldn’t run faster and farther than any other Glaive save for possibly the captain, but what he was running from had knocked the wind clean out of him. He needed to wash his face and take a leak. Yes, he thought, that would help. He could then go home and watch the races and never have to think of the King and the Shield… Nope. Not thinking about it. By the time he reached the nearest restroom, the initial shock had mostly worn off. Good for them, he thought. Two old widowers finding love again…kinda romantic if he thought about it that way. Nyx wished for a passing moment if he would ever find love. His last girlfriend had been a clingy, nagging bitch and the boyfriend before her cheated and blamed HIM for “never being dtf.” No one would ever understand his life of service to the crown, he thought. Nyx was relieved to find the bathroom empty. Not many were in this wing of the citadel at this time of day, so he could at least relieve himself in peace. So he whistled an idle tune as he did so, and almost sprayed the damn ceiling when he was startle by a loud BANG! Someone, or rather two someones, arms tangled around each other and seemingly attached at the face, had just burst through the bathroom door. Was that…noooo…Astrals, that WAS him. First Clarus and now GLADIOLUS Amicitia! The other man, shorter with a much slighter build, dark blonde hair, and glasses was…what was his name? The Prince’s adviser he knew for sure. Something flamey, right? Nyx wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there at the urinal dick in hand staring at the young couple, or how long the couple had been staring back at him before he realized crap, I should probably put my dick away now. “Don’t mind me,” Nyx said before his brain could stop his mouth. “Just…peeing. Done now.” He zipped himself up and tiptoes around the couple who just stood frozen like a centuries old erotic statue that made schoolboys giggle in order to get to the sink to wash his hands for not as long as health code dictates. Once again, Nyx rushed out of a room so two people who were apparently trying to fuck could have their privacy. He wiped his wet hands on his coat and laughed. “Damn, did I miss a “National Fuck Day” memo or something? At least all the love in the air wasn’t making the front of his pants get tight. No, not in the least.

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After accidentally witnessing two “encounters” in the span of five minutes, Nyx needed fresh air. A nice walk in the gardens should clear his fuddled head, right? Right. Once again the shock wore off as he strolled through one of the citadel’s many gardens and he found himself happy for Gladiolus and…DAMN what was his name? Two people who served the crown, who understood how important duty was to each other, were able to find time to share an intimate moment. Now Nyx was jealous. Why couldn’t he have that? He whistled as he strolled along and - IGNACIO! That was the advisers name. Now Nyx could stop kicking himself for being a dumbass. At any rate he whistled and strolled along peacefully until he was just about ready to head home, shower, jerk off, throw on some sweatpants, and settle down with pizza, beer and the tv remote. That was until he heard a faint sound – specifically a faint moan – from behind one of the hedges. Not again, he thought. As he continued walking trying and failing to ignore the erotic sounds, they grew louder and Nyx realized with a sinking feeling he was getting closer to rather than farther from the action. “Mm yes Prompto…” “Fuck, Noct, you feel so good…” Nyx. Froze. Right. There. Noct? Noctis? As in PRINCE Noctis? Nyx had to know. Curse his life dammit he HAD to know! He marched to the hedge the sound was coming from, swung back the branch…and immediately regretted every life decision that had lead him to this time and place. On the ground on his knees was a young blond haired blue eyed man who Nyx vaguely recognized from a few photos who was currently BALLS DEEP in the PRINCE who lay on his back with his legs pushed up against his chest. Upon seeing Nyx, both men screamed. As did Nyx. When the screaming had subsided, Nyx just stood there with jaw on the ground while Noctis and…he called him Pom-something-or-other, Nyx neither knew nor cared, scrambled around on the ground search for their cloths. “Nyx, what the hell!!!” Noctis shouted as he stood and shimmied into his pants. “First you’re gonna cock block me and now you’re just gonna stand there like an ass?!” Nyx blinked rapidly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry it’s just…FUCK!” He threw up his hands and stepped back. “First the fathers, then both sons, Shiva’s TITS how is this my LIFE!?” And for the third time that afternoon, Nyx got the hell out of there.

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Finally, FINALLY Nyx was home. After a shower and some relief by his own hand he slipped into an old pair of sweatpants and a tshirt, ordered pizza and headed to the fridge. It was beer o’clock for Nyx, and it hadn’t come soon enough. He opened the door and reached for the shelf that was usually designated for alcohol… to find only one beer remaining. Well Hell. He wasn’t going back out lest he interrupt another session of dicking, so he sighed and accepted that one beer would have to do. He settled down on the couch and turned on the tv. The races were just about to start and Nyx smiled. Just in time. But as he watched the races, his mind drifted back to Noctis and his blond lover Pom-something. They started out friends and grew into lovers, Nyx mused. Damn. Everyone seemed to be finding love, or at least ass, except him. He knew Cor Leonis, the Crownsguard martial, was seeing someone, as was fellow Glaive Crowe Altus. He didn’t know of anyone else off hand, but the captain was always gallivanting off somewhere. Maybe he was with someone too? Nyx shrugged and downed the last swig of beer. Soon he heard his doorbell ring. Damn, he’d just gotten comfortable, too. Today was simply not the right day to by Nyx Ulric. He begrudgingly stood and went to answer the door, expecting pizza. What he saw when he answered the door was actually better: his lifelong friend Libertus, carrying a case of their favorite brew. Nyx smiled. “I love you.” Libertus laughed and entered through the open doorway. “Bit dramatic tonight, aren’t we? Have a rough day doing the captains job or what?” “Yeah, or what,” Nyx sort-of answered. “Man you wouldn’t believe the things I’ve seen today.” “Tell me about it!” Libertus said, setting the case of beer on the coffee table. “I saw something I’ll be prayin’ to Ifrit for the next hundred years to burn out of my mind.” Nys took his place in his recliner after grabbing a beer for himself, while Libertus sprawled out on the couch with his own. “Oh yeah?” Libertus nodded. “Crowe. Like a little sis to me, right? Well I went to the gym today to get my phone charger, and I had to walk in on her…” Libertus washed down a look of disgust with a long drink from his can. “I walked in the locker room and there she was on the bench gettin’ fucked by, you ain’t gonna believe this shit, COR LEONIS!!! Nyx actually laughed in spite of himself. “Man, I wish I could say I was surprised, but I learned something fun about our King today.” Libertus, wide eyed, slammed his beer on the table. “Fuck off!” “His Majesty and his Shield, Clarus Amicitia. I went to drop off those reports like Drautos was supposed to have done yesterday, right?” Well I heard’em fumbling around in there and when the King finally let me in Clarus was hiding under the desk. UNDER the DESK, can you believe that shit?” Libertus slowly shook his head. “I need another beer. Okay, okay,” he reached for one more can from the case, “I got another one for ya. Crowe and Cor aren’t the only Glaive-Guard match-up going on. When I went out to the parking lot I saw Luche and Monica steaming up the windows of Luche’s car.” “Now THAT I’m surprised at. I though Luche was was on a strict sausage diet!” Libertus laughed. “Apparently not. Unless there’s something Monica ain’t tellin’ us about then-” Libertus was interrupted by the doorbell. “That’d be pizza!” Nyx excitedly declared. “Lemme get this and I’ll tell you who ELSE I caught together today.” “DAMN! Was today some kinda sex holiday that I forgot about?” “I know right!” Pizza way paid for and divvied out, and the chocobo races were long forgotten in the midst of two grown men gossiping like schoolgirls. “So,” Nyx mumbled around a mouth full of pepperoni and cheese, “I was in the bathroom at the citadel takin a leak. In stumble Gladiolus Amicitia and Ignacio, groping and stuck to each others faces.” Libertus made a strange face. “Gladiolus and who?” “The Prince’s adviser. You know him?” Libertus laughed so hard and long he made himself cough. “I know him but apparently you don’t. The name’s IGNIS you dingus!” Nyx rolled his eyes. “Whatever, I was close wasn’t I? Anyway, The adviser and shield to the Prince are together and speaking of the Prince, I caught HIM getting fucked six ways to Saturday by some blond guy in the palace gardens.” “Whathahell,Mn!” Libertus tried to say with his mouth full of stuffed crust. He swallowed and washed his fourth slice of pizza down with another swig of his third beer. “Is everybody gettin’ tail but us?” Nyx shrugged. “Apparently. I haven’t had anyone but Rosy Palm sense I dumped that bimbo Steph three months ago.” Libertus let out a low whistle. “You’re loooong overdue, Buddy. Then again it’s been almost two months for me.” For some reason it went silent after that. The races were half over and they had no idea who was on the leaderbord. They didn’t care though. It was nice to just be two buddies with pizza, booze, and each others company.

Libertus stretched and stood. “Not headin’ out already are you?” Nyx asked. “Hell no, you can’t get rid of me that easy.” He pointed his thumb towards the bathroom. “Gonna break the seal.” Nyx nodded and for some inexplicable reason watched his friend walk away. Did his hips always…sway like that? Hu. Nyx turned up the tv while Libertus was in the bathroom, intending to catch up on what he’d missed of the races in favor of gossip. His favorite racer was on the leaderbord, so he was happy. Libertus returned soon and sat on one side of the couch instead of sprawling out like he had before. Nyx yawned and stood. “My turn.” As he walked away he got the distinct feeling of being watched, but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact he was sure he didn’t mind a bit if Libertus was staring at his ass. If Nyx was anyone but himself, he’d stare at his ass, too. He wasn’t too humble to admit he had a nice ass. So did Libertus, actually… funny, he’d never considered his best friend’s ass before but now that he did, it was a good thing his pants were as baggy as they were because hello… Man, he was one thirsty sunuvabitch. A commercial for some kind of candy was on when he returned and instead of going back to his recliner, Nyx sat on the couch next to Libertus. He sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. Libertus rested a reassuring hand On Nyx’s shoulder. “Guys like us got it rough, my friend. It’s hard to find someone who understands the sort of life we live and even when we do, who has time to actually do anything? Nyx laughed humorlessly. “Apparently five different couples judging by what we saw today. I don’t know how the ones you saw ended up together, but Regis and Clarus, they’ve both had broken hearts and patched each other up. Gladiolus and IGNIS, I got it right that time, they understand each other because they both run circles around the Prince, and then the Prince and the blonde kid started off as friends and now they’re apparently lovers.” Libertus nodded thoughtfully. “Where’s that for us?” Broken hearts. Service to the crown. Friends. Nyx eyed Libertus carefully to judge weather or not his friend was thinking the same thing as him. And was it just him or did Libertus’ hand seen to be slowly sliding down his back? He chanced a full look at Libertus now and…were they…yup, their faces were closer, much closer, no more than a couple inches apart. Nyx smiled. “I think I just found it.” Nyx never hesitated with anything, so he didn’t hesitate to close the distance between them and kiss the man who’d been his best friend sense before he could remember. Libertus, to Nyx’s relief, welcomed the kiss, returning is with more intensity than Nyx had imagined. He slipped the hand that had in fact been making its way down Nyx’s back under the back of Nyx’s shirt. It was bold, but then so was Libertus, and it made Nyx hum against Libertus’ mouth and deepen the kiss. Nyx hands found his new lover’s thigh, and Libertus shifted his hips, causing Nyx fingers to brush against a very impressive bulge. Eventually Nyx had to breath, and as munch as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t do that very well with someone else’s tongue down his throat. So he pulled away and opened his eyes to be met with a lustful gaze from Libertus. “You know,” Nyx said somewhat breathlessly, “You’ve had a bit to drink tonight.” Libertus chuckled. “You’re not taking advantage of me, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Nyx smirked. “No, it’s just that it might not be legal for you to drive. Wanna crash here tonight?” He made his true intentions known with a wink and a subtle roll of his hips. Libertus smiled that warm welcoming smile that Nyx had grown to love over the years, and hoped he would grow to love even more. He didn’t say a word, but he answered with a kiss.

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