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Tragic heroes of FFXV *sheds a tear*

I think Nyx and Noctis have more in common than they think

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Scavenger Hunt

Pairing: NyxNoct

Nyx doesn't know what to get Noctis for his birthday, but a suggestion from Crowe gives the glaive a great idea. Now Noctis is off on a scavenger hunt full of wonderful (and one, not so wonderful) memories to find out what surprise Nyx has waiting for him at the end.

This is a birthday themed fic for the @nyxnoctocalypse  birthday event!

Happy Birthday, Noctis!

Ao3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11784495

This is for our nyxnoct birthday event, and I hope you enjoy it. Dedicated to Dragons_Chaotica who gave me the idea in the first place!

(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))

The Plan

This thing had started a little over a year ago.

Nyx had met the prince many years before, and he’d always considered him pretty, beautiful if he was being honest with himself. That said, he hadn’t expected anything but a friendly camaraderie with his future king. The night of Noctis’ twentieth birthday had changed that. It was obvious that the heir had way too much to drink that evening and had caught Nyx alone, confessing his attraction to him. Days later, when the embarrassment had worn off, the two had met up and cleared the air over a few drinks. Seeing a mutual attraction between them, they decided to give this thing, whatever it was, a go.

A year later, and they still found themselves navigating through a relationship that they hadn’t put a name to. But, that was not the issue he was having and why he’d called Crowe to met him. The Prince's birthday was approaching and had no clue what to get him.

“Haven’t done this in a long time, and I’m just lost.” He continued to play with the beer bottle in his hands that had kept him occupied the last half hour. Crowe sat across from him, munching on skewers. “Seriously, what do you get a guy who literally has everything?”

Rolling her eyes, she gave him a pointed look and waved a piece of meat at him. “He doesn’t have everything.”

“He’s a fucking prince,” This whole thing was making him nervous, pale eyes looking down as he picked at the beer label with a nail. “what can I give him that he would want?”

Crowe tossed one of the bamboo sticks down on the table, which caught his attention. Nyx watched her as she started sucking the sauce off her fingers, a far off look in her eyes. “Mm,” The sound was accompanied with a shrug as she pulled a finger from her mouth. “What you need to do is think outside the box. Stop expecting to fail and realize that you can give him something he doesn’t have. When it comes to shit like this it’s always the thought that counts and you have an advantage, dumb ass. Why don’t you cook him a nice dinner, have a cuddle night on the couch, maybe a romantic walk? Then afterward you can fuck his brains out.”

Nyx nearly choked on a mouthful of beer, “Shit! Are you trying to kill me?” He snapped, coughing a few times.

“Just trying to help.” A little smirk pulled at one corner of her mouth. “Anyway, your boyfriend would come after me if anything happened to you on my watch.”

Pointing the bottle in her direction, Nyx shook his head. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Oh, I forgot.” Her eyes rolled as she picked up another piece of meat. “We are in a ’no labels’ zone, even though it’s been a fucking year.” Holding up a hand, Crowe’s eyes closed as her head shook. “No, don’t say it, I know. He is the prince, and you’re just his glaive. A glaive that pounds him into the mattress at least three times a week.”

“How do you even know this shit?” The look she gave him was just conniving, and he decided at that moment he didn’t want to know. “Nevermind. But, I do like where you’re going with this. You’re right, I can give him something no one else can. Simple and romantic, nothing over the top.”

“Scavenger hunt!” Giving her a look, she dropped the food back on her plate.

“Isn’t that a little childish?”

“Hell no! Write cute notes, leave them with a little gift, like his favorite flower. Leave them at important places like where you first met, first kissed… he’d like that. Have them lead somewhere, maybe a picnic, or dinner?” She watched as the idea sunk in, and the glaive started to smile.

“Crowe, you are perfect!” Standing, he tossed a few gil on the table and kissed the top of her head. “I gotta go.”

“Yep, have fun~!”

(๑°꒵°๑)･*♡

Good Morning

Noctis was still asleep when Ignis entered his bedroom, which had come as no surprise. He’d come home late last night, having been out with his father overlooking the final details of his birthday celebration at his request. Ignis knew that the prince would have preferred a small, private event, with friends and family. Unfortunately, as royalty, his friend wasn’t allowed much privacy and the nobles expected a gala for the future kings birthday. After all, it wasn’t every day that a prince turned twenty-one. Seeing the expectations placed upon his shoulders lately, he hoped that this little surprise that they had orchestrated would bring a bit of happiness to the prince.

“Good morning, Noct.” Carrying the tray over to the bed, he watched as the prince popped up from under the blankets and stretched. A moan of relief fell from his lips and he opened his eyes glancing over at the bespectacled man.

“What’s this?” His voice was still rough with sleep as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

Smiling, Ignis sat the tray on his lap. “This would be breakfast in bed.”

Arching a brow, Noctis watched his adviser and friend for a moment. “I’m not sick.” Midnight pools fell to the tray on his lap and widened. This was no normal breakfast, it was a Galahdian breakfast. Specifically, one that Nyx tended to make for him when he stayed over. The rich spices filled his senses and he couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips. “Did Nyx bring this over?”

A quick nod was his answer. “Along with a note and the flower.” Noctis had started to take a bite when the sylleblossom caught his attention.

“It’s my favorite flower… Luna would bring them to me when I was healing.” He looked thoughtfully at the purple and blue blossoms, pale fingers brushing across the delicate petals. His fingers moved past the flower to land on the note that sat below. “Is he planning something, why all of this?”

“Afraid I have no answer for you. I was simply asked to bring you the breakfast with these two items. Seeing that he has been a loyal glaive for many years, I did not see an issue with the request.”

Humming lightly, Noctis opened the note and instantly chuckled. “I should have known.”

’Good morning little prince and I hope you enjoyed the breakfast. I’m sending you on a bit of a scavenger hunt for your birthday so humor me. When you have eaten and are ready for the day, I want you to go where we first met all those years ago.’

Handing the note to Ignis, he started to eat. “Ah, a birthday scavenger hunt. He’s quite creative.”

“Yeah,” Taking a bite of the food, he glanced back up at his adviser. “So… what is a scavenger hunt, exactly?”

Hearing those words, Ignis couldn’t stop the thoughts that rose within him, wishing that Noctis had been allowed a proper childhood. But, it made him appreciate the moments like this even more and he was happy that Nyx had come up with such a clever idea. “You may look at it as a form of hide and seek. One is given clues to a location, and upon finding said location another clue should be waiting. Shall I accompany you on this little hunt of yours, Noct?”

“Nah, I’ll be fine and I have my cell phone if I need you. But, can you put together an outfit for me while finish eating and shower?”

He nodded, making his way to the closet. “I shall make sure you blend in with the citizens of Insomnia.”

“You’re the best, Specs!” He finished up the breakfast and crawled out of bed, making his way into the bathroom to get ready. Exiting the room a short time later, he noted a simple outfit placed on the bed for him consisting of dark jeans and a gray shirt. The tray had disappeared but note and flower were lying beside the clothes and Ignis had disappeared. Dressed for the day, the prince grabbed the two items and made his way out of the Citadel.

He didn’t notice the figure watching him from a few floors up. Hitting a contact on his phone, the man smiled. “Phase one is complete, the little prince has left the Citadel.” Aqua eyes watched as the figure made its way around the side of the building towards his next clue.

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

First Meeting

Glancing down at the note again, Noctis made his way past the side entrance, and towards Crownsguard building. They had met a few years back when things had gotten a bit heated between the two branches. Feathers had been ruffled and tempers flared so his father had requested a tournament pitting the two factions against one another in combat. In the end, the Glaives had won, but they had blown enough steam off that the two had been cordial by the time they had finished.

Turning the corner, Noctis noticed that the grounds were empty except for one man that he knew very well. “I’m guessing you’re a part of this little adventure that Nyx has planned?”

The Shield turned, looking a bit disappointed in the Prince. “About time your ass got out of bed.” Pointing over to a low wall, Noct saw another flower and note waiting for him. “I was given those and told to wait for ya, so I got some training in.”

Grinning, the prince trotted over to the waiting gifts and grabbed the note. “Another clue!” Gladio glanced over his shoulder as Noctis opened the envelope.

’Hey there, little prince. I knew you were as smart as you are beautiful. Now, I need you to go to the place you first introduced me to your friends. You remember don’t you, that little shop? Good luck!’

“First place he met us?” Gladio frowned. “I’ve known him since he became a glaive, but you didn’t introduce us..”

Biting his lower lip, Noctis reread the message. “Yeah. He’s being specific, the first place I introduced him to my friends. Could it have been a random run in like… oooh!” Turning, he looked back at Gladio. “The coffee shop! You had gone out with Iggy that afternoon, and Prompto happened to run into you two.”

“Yeah, I remember that now. You showed up with the glaive and that was the first time we met Nyx as a group.”

Folding the note back up, he stuck it in his pocket and grabbed the flowers. “Thanks, big guy, see ya later.” With that, the prince jogged off.

Smirking, he pulled his phone from his pocket and hit one of his contacts. “Hey,” He paused for a moment, chuckling. “yeah he got it. Helped him figure it out like ya asked, you know? Making sure he had the right answer. Yep, phase two is complete.” With that, he hung up and walked off to find Ignis.

(♡´౪`♡)

Your Friends

He knew where they had first met his friends as a group, but Noctis had forgotten where the exact spot was. After twenty minutes of searching, he found the little coffee house nestled near a small park. He remembered it had been a cold day, early evening and he had been on a walk with the glaive. Nyx had been the one who’d suggested stopping for a drink to warm them, and they had ended up here. It was only after they had gone in that Nyx and himself had run into his three friends.

“The first place I introduced him to my friends.” He couldn’t help smiling at the memories, entering the quiet shop a moment later.

“Noct!” He didn’t have any time to react when a flash of light went off in his face. He glared at the blond sitting at the small table, making his way over. “Oh nice, you always look so good when I catch you by surprise! Come on, I ordered you a hot chocolate.”

Walking over, he took a seat and saw the flower and note laid on the table. “For me, right?” He nodded. “How did Nyx plan all this?”

“Hey dude, I’m just the messenger. Don’t ask me how people come up with stuff. He called and asked, I said yes. I’d do anything for my buddy, Noct!” Grinning, he pushed the flower and note over to him as the waitress sat down a hot chocolate.

“Thank you.” It was an automatic response, seeing his attention was firmly on the two items Prompto had been guarding. Setting the two flowers down on the third, he took a sip of the drink and then opened the envelope.

“So, what does it say?!” The blond was on the verge of bouncing in his seat. “I’ve been waiting here an hour and the suspense has killed me!”

“Calm yourself,” The words came off amused as he unfolded the note and laid it on the table so his best friend could see it.

’I see you remembered, it was a tricky one and I’m proud of you! Don’t drink too much hot chocolate, I have plans for you later. Seeing that we have met your friends, I need you to go where you first met my ragtag family. This should be easy for you, little prince.’

“Met his family?” Leaning back in the chair, Prompto gave Noctis a look of confusion. “Isn’t he from Galahd?” Noctis nodded, putting the note back into the envelope and grabbed the hot chocolate. “I’m so confused…”

“He doesn’t mean his blood family, Prom. He’s talking about Libertus, Crowe, and Pelna.”

“Ohhh, so… where did you first meet them?

”Kingsglaive compound. Dad sent me to them for training twice a week for a few years. Nyx was helping me learn how my warping ability worked, and surprise - he’s a great teacher.“ That made the blonde chuckle. ”Anyway, it was about a month in that he introduced me to the other three, said they were his family.

“But, ragtag?”

“A joke.” Was the reply as pale fingers played with one of the flowers. “Crowe said it: we are just a ragtag family, a bunch of fucking misfits playing with magic and working for the king.” Dark eyes met his friend’s violet-blue. “It was meant as a joke, but I’ve seen how people treat the immigrants here… I want to make this a better place for them.”

Prompto patted his hand, leaning back. “Well if anyone can do it, it’s you.”

“Thanks, Prom.” Standing, he put the note in his pocket with the others and grabbed the flowers and drink. “Well, Nyx is waiting on me so I should go. Let’s hang out Saturday night at my place?”

“You got it, buddy, I’ll be there! Have fun.” Smiling, the Prince made his way towards the door of the shop and back into the streets. Prompto watched him go for a minute, pulling his phone from his backpack and hit a number. “Hey! Oh, dude, it went perfectly. Gave him the note and he’s on the way to the Kingsglaive compound now. Phase three was a success!” Pausing, he stood. “Yeah no prob, glad to help. See ya!” Picking up his drink and camera, the blonde was out in the crowds a moment later.

ヾ（〃＾∇＾）ﾉ♪

My Family

It was just past noon when he reached the glaive compounds and knew the arena would be empty at this point. That had been where he’d met the others, and wondered if anyone would still be waiting on him for this little adventure. Entering the side door, Noctis’ skimmed the enclosed area and sure enough, a uniform caught his attention.

He was quick to make it across the packed earth of the arena and smiled when the man turned. “Pelna.”

“Highness,” He was smiling and looked relaxed as he held out the two items that Noctis had expected to receive. “I’m sure you know the drill by now, so I won’t hold you up too long.”

“How many of you did he talk into doing this?” He saw the dark haired glaive shrug and opened up the note. “How did he even come up with this plan?”

Pelna snickered, crossing his arms across his chest. “What do you think? A little bird that you know quite well gave him the idea. But,” He motioned to the note and flowers. “everything else is all him. I gotta give him credit for thinking all this up for you.”

“I agree, and I should have known Crowe was involved somehow.” Opening the envelope, dark eyes glanced over the slanted writing of his lover.

‘That shouldn’t have been too hard, and we’ve spent a lot of good times here. Haven’t we? Next, I want you to go someplace special. It was the first place we kissed, and you know I don’t count the one when you happened to be drunk. The first time we really kissed, after we decided to give this thing a go.’

“You were drunk the first time you kissed him?”

Blue eyes widened as a flush crossed his cheeks. “You did not read that, and will never breathe a word to anyone!” Pelna held up his hands in surrender, nodding lightly. “It was the big birthday party at the palace. I hated it and snuck off, he found me… and I kissed him.”

“I see, so that’s what started all this.”

“Pelna, you swore…”

“Yeah, not to say a word, lips are sealed. So where is this kissing place?”

The nervousness left the prince, but the blush remained. “He took me to a bar at the edge of the Galahdian district. We sat in a corner booth, had a few drinks and talked everything out.”

“Then he kissed you?”

The prince nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. “We agreed to give…whatever this was, a try. It was nice, really really nice.”

Watching the man put the note away and stick it in his pocket, Pelna handed him the flowers. “He cares about you a lot. I’ve never seen him like this with someone, and I know I haven’t known him forever but Libs said the same. He’s got a lot of issues,” He paused and let out a breath. “We all do.”

“I know, I’ve been there when he wakes up. The nightmares, or a sound that triggers him. I’ve seen him panic, and it’s not always pretty…” The glaive gave him a thoughtful look as the prince smiled at him. “but I…”

“I know what you’re gonna say. Maybe you should tell him those words first.” Noctis blinked, nodding. “I think he would like to hear them.”

“Yeah… thanks, Pelna.”

“Get out of here, he’s waiting.” He didn’t need any more motivation than that. Giving the glaive a parting smile, Noctis made his way out of the training compound and back into the streets. Once he was out of view, Pelna tapped the comm in his ear. “Pelna here, phase four completed. Yeah, talk with ya soon.” His finger tapped the comm again, walking off.

(/∇＼*)｡o○♡

Then We Kissed

It had started raining as he made his way out of the Kingsglaive’s headquarters and the prince found himself jogging most of the way to the next location. It wasn’t that long of a walk and by the time he got there the sudden burst of rain had stopped. Stepping into the small business, dark eyes glance around the establishment but he saw no one.

For a moment he wondered if he’s got the place wrong until the bartender took a drink to the back corner. Noctis skirted the floor, trying to peek into the booth without looking suspicious and his eyes widened when he saw who it was. “Libertus?”

“Finally! Nyx thinks I have all day ta sit here and wait for ya.”

Running a hand over the back of his neck, Noctis made his way over to the table. “I’m sorry to put you out like this.”

Libertus had been the last person Noctis had expected, and it wasn’t that they didn’t get along. There had always been tension between them due to what he was, and where Libs was from. They had been civil enough during training, but it had gotten worse since this thing with Nyx had started. Too many old grudges that Libertus had tried to bury and couldn’t, so many things that Noctis couldn’t understand because he wasn’t like them. It had all come to a head one day when the glaive had voiced his dislike for the crown in front of Noctis. That had lead to the inevitable fight and ended with Noctis leaving the compound. He hadn’t seen Libertus since that day and had no desire to see him now.

“Sit, and stop acting like I’m gonna bite your fucking head off.” Taking another drink, the prince slowly lowered himself into the booth. “Want anything?”

“I’m good.”

“Yeah,” They sat there for a few minutes in awkward silence before the glaive cleared his throat. “Ya know, whatever you and Nyx got going on here, it ain’t none of my business. I know I haven’t always been… nice…”

“That’s one word for it.” He muttered, seeing the look the older man shot him. Frowning, he met the look with one of his own. “You know what, this is fucking stupid.”

“Look, kid…”

“No, you will listen to me. You might hate me, but I have a right to speak. I have tried really hard to make some kinda connection with you for Nyx’s sake. Tired to understand the situation you came from, and I know I’m just some fucking spoiled prince to you. But I don’t live in some fairy tale world. You think I like that my father keeps this wall up to protect everyone?”

“Noct, I didn’t mean…”

“It’s killing him Libertus, and the glaives are no better! Sucking his magic from him for your own use, I have to sit here every day wondering how long my father will live. Then when he’s gone, I get to do the same thing. My life for the protection of my people, my power so the glaives can fight. You hate the crown, I get it. But are we really all that different, you sacrificed and we sacrifice still… and I understand I’m not an immigrant and I will never understand everything your people went through.” He shook his head, looking at the table. “I think you underestimate me if you think I can’t see what’s right in my face. It’s everywhere, when I’m with you, with Nyx, how people are treated.”

Snorting, Libertus took a drink. “Yeah, and nothin’s been done.”

“Change takes time. I can’t magically snap my fingers and make all of this go away, but I have been trying. Did you know I brought up the conditions that your people and all the refugees face here? That I petitioned the Council for more funds, better care, homes, tax breaks for businesses?” The man said nothing, fiddling with the glass in his hands. “You never asked, and you didn’t care. I may be a prince to you, but my place is at Nyx side and I’m smart enough to see injustice when it’s in front of me.” Sighing, Noctis sat back into the bench. “We have no common ground to stand on and we may never be friends, but don’t play me for a fool.”

Sitting there, the two men remained silent as the world around them went on as if nothing had occurred. Noctis had nothing left to say, and honestly, he felt better now that he’d actually got a word in with the older glaive but it still hurt that they would never be friends.

“We got Nyx.”

“Huh?” Midnight eyes raised to look at the man across from him. “What about Nyx?”

“A common ground, we got him.” The comment clicked into place and Noctis understood what he was saying. “Now, I ain’t sayin’ we are gonna be the best of friends. But the way he is with ya, haven’t seen that in a long time and I’m grateful for it.” He nodded in understanding, playing with the flowers that he held. “Ah fuck it…” Reaching down onto his own seat, Libertus sat the note and flower on the table. “Ya turned him into some sentimental fucker, ya know that kid?”

Noctis could only smile as he placed the other flowers on the table. “Yeah, he’s great, isn’t he?” The glavie almost choked on his drink, shaking his head. “What?”

“He’s a bastard, and you’re stuck with him.” He finally said after a moment. “Take good care of ’em ok?”

“I can do that, I promise.” Opening the envelope, Noctis looked down at the note.

’I hope you and Lib’s were able to talk shit out because I gave him a small fortune to sit there and wait for you. If ya got this, don’t worry I think you won him over a bit. My little prince, charming as ever. Your next clue is our favorite place to eat, I took you there on our first date, no veggies but good food and good beer.’

Folding up the note, he stuck it back into the envelope and placed it in his pocket and grabbing the flowers. “Don’t drink too much, Nyx will kill you if he has to drag your ass home.”

“Tch, tell him to mind his own business. Get outta here.” Watching him a moment longer, the prince turned and missed the small smile that pulled at his lips. “Little brat, you sure won him over, didn’t ’cha.” Pulling out his phone, Libertus dialed a number and waited. “Hey,” Shaking his head, he listened for a moment. “Nah, I was mostly nice to the brat but he chewed my ass out.” Snorting, Libs glared at the empty seat across from him. “What the hell ya mean good for him? Ya know what, I don’t wanna know. So number five, or whatever, is done.” Setting down his glass, eyes narrowed as he pulled the phone away. “I’m not drunk, go fuck your boyfriend!” Hitting the end button, Libertus pushed himself up from the booth.

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Our Favorite Place

“Crowe!” The prince ran down the stairs and over to the table where the dark haired woman sat with a very familiar companion. “Pelna, you beat me here?”

“I knew where she was, you still needed to get through Libs.”

“Don’t remind me.”

Chuckling, Crowe pushed over a cup to the younger male as Noct sat down across from them. “So how was the hunt so far?”

“Nice, I suppose. A lot of good memories, and I’ve gotten to spend a bit of time with everyone today.” Setting down the flowers, he sniffed the contents and made a face before taking a drink anyway. “Ugh, tastes like gasoline.”

“As if you’d know.”

Pulling the cup from his lips, he gave Pelna a pointed look. “You drink this shit and tell me it doesn’t taste like gasoline.” Waving off the offer, the man laid his chin on Crowe’s shoulder as she chuckled. “Why do we drink this stuff?”

Crowe looked at him from over her glass. “Because it gets us drunk fast?”

“Because Nyx likes it?” Pelna offered, hearing his girlfriend make an unidentified noise.

“These are not good reasons.” Lifting the glass once again, Noctis shot the rest back and made a face of disgust. “Ok, I think I just killed myself, can I have the note.”

“No note.”

That caught the prince’s attention. “Wait, what? But the last note, this is our favorite place. I know I’m not wrong, so there has to be a note. Why are you here?”

“Uh, because I’m fucking hungry? Pelna and I decided to meet up here when he was done. No note, Nyx didn’t give me anything.”

Noctis was confused, so confused that he grabbed the last note from his pocket and reread it. “Your next clue is our favorite place to eat, I took you there on our first date, no veggies but good food and good beer.” Biting his bottom lip, Noct tried to think back but came up with nothing. “No I’m right, this is it. We were here for our first date so one of you have to have the note for this scavenger hunt!’

Shrugging, she looked at Pelna. ”Hey, don’t get me involved. I did my part back at the compound, and I’m done for the day.“

”Noct!“

All three turned to look at the cook behind the counter. ”Order’s up.“

”Yama-chan… I didn’t order…“ Jumping up, he went over and took the bag, seeing the flower lying inside. ”You…"

Smirking, he started on another order. ”Pretty sure you know where to deliver it, kid.“

”Yeah I do, thank you!“ Grabbing the other flowers, he quickly made his way up the stairs but stopped half way. ”Ah yeah, good seeing everyone. I’ll talk with you soon.“ After that the prince was gone, Yama could only chuckle as Crowe pulled out her phone.

”Hey, yeah package delivered. The order is heading your way, good luck with whatever you have planned.“ Closing the phone, she leaned back against Pelna and kissed his cheek. ”How about we take the rest of this to go, and make our way to my place?

“Sounds amazing.”

♡｡ﾟ.(*♡´‿` 人´‿` ♡*)ﾟ♡ °・

Our Home

Nyx paced in the small apartment, waiting for the knock that he knew was coming. About five minutes and fifty laps around the damn place, the knock finally came. Wiping his hands off on his pants, the glaive made his way across the room to open the door and when he saw the prince all his nervousness left him. “Hey.”

“Hey there yourself.” Holding up the bag, a tender smile crossed his face. “So I guess I know what’s for dinner, huh?”

“Do you mind?”

Noctis shook his head as Nyx took the food from him, and entered the apartment. “I don’t mind at all, it is our favorite.” He sat the sylleblossoms in a vase near the door while Nyx took the food into the kitchen. After a moment he was back at Noctis’ side and pulling him close. “Just like you’re my favorite.”

“Mm, I feel so special.” Leaning down, he felt the prince’s arms wrap around his neck and kissed him. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, for the most part.” Nyx gave him a look, and he just sighed. “Well, at first I could have smacked you for making me go to Libertus… but I think it helped. I mean we are never going to be the best pals ever, but I think he understands I’m not some spoiled brat who can’t comprehend what’s going on. I seriously wanted to hit him a few times, and if you ever make me…”

He was cut off when Nyx kissed him once again, pulling him closer as the smaller male moaned and buried his fingers into his hair. Grabbing his ass, he hoisted him up as Nyx felt his legs wrap around his waist and carried him over to the bed. “So beautiful.” He whispered as they pulled from the kiss.

“Flattery gets you everywhere, glaive.”

“Everywhere, huh?” Grinning, he tossed Noctis onto his bed, laying over him as Noct giggled. “I think I like everywhere.”

“What about the food?” He asked, hoping that it could wait til later.

Shrugging, Nyx nipped at his jawbone. “It reheats. I’m glad you had fun, but there was a point to this and I really need to tell you something before we go any further.”

“Hm?”

“Noct, I just…”

Dark eyes watched the man lying over him as a pale hand rose to cup his cheek. “I have something to tell you too. Maybe if we say it at the same time it will make it easier?”

Chuckling at the idea, he nodded. “Ok, then. On the count of three?”

Nodding, the glaive counted down as they both blurted out their words at the same time.

“I think I love you.” and “I can’t do this anymore.” filled the silence and ended with both staring at one another in a mix of shock and confusion.

“Wait, what can’t you do anymore?!” Pushing Nyx up, Noctis rose up from where he laid and glared at him. “You can’t do me anymore?”

But Nyx wasn’t paying attention, his mind was too focused on the words that Noctis had said. “Did you just say you love me?”

“I said I think.” He snapped, crossing his arms. “Are you leaving me?”

“What? No! Why would I do all of this, just to fucking leave you?” The room fell quiet as the two watched one another, it was obvious that they were trying to process what the other had said. In all honesty, neither of them were making any sense at the moment. “Can I finish?” Shrugging, the prince leaned against the wall and arched a brow, waiting for him to continue. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t do this thing, I want more.” Realization dawned in midnight depths as Nyx spoke. “I want to be more than a thing, I want you to be my boyfriend. I want us to actually mean something, and I don’t want anyone else to take you away from me. So, do you really love me?”

“Yeah,” Moving closer, Noctis sat up on his knees and met the others icy depths. “I really do and I don’t want to be a thing either.”

“I’m a piece of work you know, got a lot of issues. A lot of scars… and I’m not talking physical, baby.”

“I don’t mind. As long as you don’t mind some prince who really doesn’t know much about your culture butting into your life.”

“I can teach you,” He whispered, rubbing his nose gently against his lovers. “be more than happy to teach you.”

“I really want to learn.”

Nyx broke into a grin, pulling him close again. “So are we doing this, are we boyfriends?”

“I’ve never been one for labels, but I honestly don’t mind that one, my love.”

Leaning down to kiss him, he couldn’t help but whisper. “Neither do I, little prince. Happy Birthday.”

♡〜٩( ˃́▿˂̀ )۶〜♡

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Happy Birthday, Noctis!

[ckyking]

a date for a debt

something silly for the next one, with ardyn, the long-suffering uncle figure and noct, his stupid-in-love apprentice. clearly there is a reason why nothing ever gets done around their shop.

“Ardyn.”

The man in question didn’t move, didn’t even acknowledge the buzzing sound at the edge of his perception. Laid out as he was on the sofa taking up nearly an entire wall of his shop’s main room, one would think that he did not have a job to do.

“Ardyn.”

Still no answer. Muttering under his breath, the immortal’s apprentice gave up on subtlety and decided that that he was not awake enough to deal with this.

“Wake the fuck up.” And with this, Noctis plopped himself on his back, sitting squarely in the middle of it and punching the breath out of the suddenly awake man who did not quite gasp but still let out a disgruntled sound that pulled a laugh from the youngest’s lips.

“My dear,” Ardyn started lightly, “Pray tell, what exactly do you think you are doing?”

“Waking your lazy ass up. You would think that after two thousand years, you wouldn’t need as much sleep.”

“I enjoy the finest things in life.”

“Yeah, well, the finest things you have to take care of right now are me and the shop, in that order. We have rituals to prepare.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“If I don’t, nobody will.”

“Oh really? How about that boy working in— “

“We do not bring that up.”

“My, have I touched a nerve?”

“Oh, go back to hell, master.”

“I’m sorry to tell you this, my dear, but hell is not a place, and I’m looking right at it.”

“You’re hilarious.”

“I know, but thank you for the compliment.”

“This shit right here is why we get everything done at the last moment.”

“Is that so? I thought it was because I was saddled with such a troublesome apprentice.”

“I’m so very sorry, master, how could I ever make amends to you?”

“Ask the boy out and stop pestering me with your relationship problems, or lack thereof. I can only deal with so much in one day.”

“Fuck you.”

“Sorry to break your heart, my dear, but you are really not my type.”

“…Please stop talking, I think I’m going to be sick if you say something like that again.”

“Happy to be of service.”

By now, Ardyn’s head was comfortably nestled in his arms, propped up on the armrest, eyes closed as he looked at Noctis through the wards he had woven himself to keep everyone but those he approved of out of his property. After all, he had no need for money anymore, but keeping his skills sharp was as interesting a pastime as any, especially when he could rile up his adorable apprentice in the process.

His infamous smirk made an appearance when a familiar signature appeared at the edges of his property, waiting for an instant before venturing closer to the shop, keeping to the main road all the while. Without even looking, Noctis twisted a strand of reddish hair around his fingers and pulled lightly, bringing Ardyn’s attention back to him.

“Whatever is making you smirk now, I want it gone. It’s never a good thing when you do.”

“Oh, could you tell? You cannot even see me right now, what with how busy you are trying to drown your sorrows in coffee.”

“Yes, I could. Just like vultures can sense rotting meat from miles away.”

“I’m hurt.”

“Good.”

“I’m certain you do not want it gone this time around, I assure you.”

“…What are you planning?”

“Oh, nothing. It’s so much better when I don’t have to lift a finger for things to go my way. And Noct, really, you really should have made yourself more presentable.”

Whatever Noctis was about to say was cut off when someone knocked at the door firmly, eliciting a mix of yowls and screeches from the backrooms as the newborn daemons awakened from their daytime nap.

“Ardyn, Noct, you there? Delivery for you!”

“Come in, Nyx, the door is open!”

The following laughter was muffled when Noctis frantically pushed Ardyn’s head down into the cushions in his attempt to jump off the couch and go find something more appropriate to wear.

“Wait, no, don’t!” Noctis yelled over the noise before turning back to his meddling master.

“I’m going to set Gladio on you, don’t think I won’t!”

“Which one now? And this reminds me, did you ever tell your friend that you named a Red Giant after him? Or a tonberry after the prim and proper one? I knew you had no creativity, but this is going too far, even for you.”

“I didn’t, and you won’t either if you want to continue sleeping. I still have those spells Luna taught me.”

“Oh my, threats? So early in the morning? I’m so proud of you, Noct, my influence is finally starting to show.”

Noctis’ face twisted at the praise and he let out a disgusted noise which only heightened Ardyn’s amusement.

“Alright, coming in!” Nyx’s voice snapped the youngest back to reality with a start, the sound of the handle being turned sending him running for the stairs hidden behind the counter.

Just as the fabric of Noctis’ oversized sleepshirt disappeared around the corner, the Galahdian entered the shop, picking his way cautiously through the shelves just in case a cranky daemon hid behind one of them.

Ardyn did not hide his smirk at the dissapointment in his blue-grey eyes when they swept the main room and did not find what they were looking for.

“Searching for someone, hmmm? He went upstairs to change, if you wanted to know. Why am I even asking, of course you do.”

“Thoughtful as always, Ardyn.”

“It’s so draining being as kind as I am, but I make-do. Now, what do you have for us today?”

“Bones, feathers and skins. Crowe and I went hunting, so they’re as fresh as can be.”

“What a professional you make, little Ulric, I never thought I would see the day. How does it feel to come into this place by the front door after sneaking in for so long?”

“That was years ago and you know it.”

“As you say, it was years ago, but you do know how I can hold a grudge.”

“…What do you want now? Free supplies isn’t enough for you?”

“I might just put this incident behind us if you do one thing for me. Truly, I cannot stand this situation any longer.”

“Is it going to end up with me in the hospital?”

“Oh, I think not, except if this is what you want. Whatever you do behind closed doors is of no interest to me. No, I want you to take my apprentice out on a date.”

“You want me to what?”

“Come now, I know there is a brain hidden under this thick skull of yours. Anyone with eyes can see how you two look at each other, even if I dearly wished that was not the case. A date for a debt, it is a fair deal, yes?”

“…He said no.”

“What was that?”

“I said that I already did and he told me no! There, you happy!?”

“…That stupid boy. What exactly did he tell you?”

“That he didn’t imagine he would ever have enough free time to leave the shop for more than a few hours.”

“And you asked…?”

“If he would be interested in learning more about Galahd one day.”

“Galahd. Galahd who is an entire day journey away from here.”

“Yes..?”

“Generally, asking someone out for a date is more…straightforward, shall we say. Coffee, for example. Or dinner. And not, oh, an offer to visit someone’s homeland.”

“I didn’t ask him to come to Galahd with me! Just, he seemed interested so I thought he would like it. And I couldn’t ask him out for dinner because, well, he doesn’t need to eat…”

“Even if neither Noctis nor I need food as sustenance, it does not mean we do not enjoy it. Keep that in mind for next time.”

“Next time?”

“Gods help me, you clearly deserve each other.” Ardyn said as he rolled his eyes. “Noctis, would you come down for a second?” He asked evenly, knowing that his voice would reach his apprentice with no problem.

The sound of hurried steps echoed through the shop as Noctis ran down the stairs, slightly disheveled from the speed with which he had changed. Though clearly, he didn’t have time to finish as the half-done buttons of his jeans and the sliver of creamy skin revealed by his rucked-up shirt attested to. Nyx certainly seemed to enjoy the sight, with how his gaze was glued to his apprentice’s waist, but the boy himself did not notice, too busy looking around for a threat, and avoiding the embarrassment of blushing in front of his crush.

“What happened now!? Do I need to call Uncle Cor again!?”

“Nothing of the sort, though attempting to give the Immortal a heart attack is always a delight. Here’s your next assignment.” The declaration was punctuated with a lazy wave in Nyx’s direction, whose face was caught between incredulousness, embarrassment and glaring at the lounging immortal. Noctis did not fare any better, his face beet red as he stared at the man he had sighed over for what had seemed to be years in Ardyn’s opinion.

“What the hell did you just say!?” Both voices melded together in their expression of incredulousness.

“See? You are truly made for one another. It is sickening. Now, go and be awkwardly cute somewhere else, I have sleep to catch up on.”

Seeing that none of them were moving, Ardyn sighed dramatically and snapped his fingers.

“Clearly, I have to do everything myself around here.”

In a flurry of activity, the shop rearranged themselves around them, forcing Nyx and Noctis together and stopping them from fleeing like they – or rather his apprentice – always did. A second gesture sent them both flying out the door, the youngest holding onto Nyx’s shirt for dear life, the man’s arms wrapped protectively around his slighter frame.

“Don’t bring him back too late, or you will wish I had killed you instead, little Ulric. And Noct, my dear, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Oh, and of course, have fun.”

He ignored the sounds coming from outside as he laid an arm across his eyes, sighing at the peace he would get for a few glorious hours.

“Children these days,” He sighed to himself, “You have to teach them everything.”

[jazzraft]

happy anniversary little life raft! and a doubly happy kick-off to nyxnoctweek! :D

“You really need to stop getting me things.”

“I’m the King. Don’t tell me what I can or can’t do.”

“Sound more like a dictator…”

A light slap to Nyx’s arm silenced his complaints into a fond smile. The Crown that Noctis had been so afraid to wear for so long fit him beautifully. One year after his Ascension – after returning to Nyx’s arms, hollow-eyed and bereft of hope – the King of Light radiated with his title. He was ten years older, but still as young as the day Nyx fell for him. His eyes were bright and weightless, no more fears left to cast their shadows on him. No more wars to frighten him from sleep. No more eyes to hide from.

They walked, hand in hand, through the murmuring city streets. Insomnia was still slow to rouse, but it was re-awakening, nevertheless. Over the course of the dawn’s return, they’d gradually begun to rebuild, sifting through the rubble and the ash to find their foundations again. It would be a long struggle to resuscitate the heart of the city, where the worst of the damage had been done. But it was a short call out into the Lucian lands that summoned Insomnia’s people back.

There was a unity to the city’s people now that Nyx once feared he’d never live to see. A forgiveness and a tenacity to help each other reclaim what had always been shared between them, but never acknowledged. The scorn that Nyx had always anticipated for holding the hand of the throne in his own was never seen. The returning people accepted now because they were all the same. Displaced, rootless, and homesick.

“Here we are,” Noctis announced into his thoughts, a familiar shyness to his voice.

Long, lithe fingers tangled in an uncertain squeeze through Nyx’s own. Nyx’s response was immediate, clasping his hand and tugging Noctis ever closer to his side.

The building façade was brand new. Much like Nyx might have imagined it would have looked like the hundred years before he moved in. Clean, gray stone, un-stained by centuries of rain and wear, stacked neatly against the street corner. Squat, sandy-white steps split the doors at each floor, zig-zagging like Ramuh’s thunder-bolt all along the edifice. New doors, new windows, no new people yet. The building was quiet from the outside, empty rooms waiting with breath held until the very first greeting.

“I missed it,” Noctis murmured. “I know it was a really crappy apartment, but… it was ours.”

“Yeah,” Nyx said, exhaling a long breath, holding Noctis’s hand a little tighter.

“I tried to keep it as close to the original as I remembered, but it might not be exactly the same.”

“That’s fine. It’s like us, then.”

Noctis hugged his arm and led him to the door of his old-new apartment.

It was almost like walking into a photograph. The space was arranged exactly how he remembered it – how Noctis remembered it. Nyx could see his husband’s hand in the arrangements as if Noctis were setting things in their place right in front of him. There was the bed in the little alcove just beneath his elbow-shaped window. There was his old armchair in front of a new TV and a new couch that looked purposely beaten to replicate its predecessor. There was the tiny kitchenette, a closet open to show a few hand-picked articles already placed inside, a few more new utilities that he’d never been able to afford on his own before.

It was all brand new to him, but it still kept their memories. Even on his desk, just next to the TV.

“When the guys found these” – Noctis curled his ringed finger around Nyx’s matching wedding band – “I thought there might be hope I could find some of those. A lot of them I couldn’t save, but I had Prompto help fill in the spaces that I couldn’t.”

Nyx approached the board full of photos, holding hard onto Noctis’s hand in his. It wasn’t the same pictures, but the love he felt for each one was. Noctis had rescued his favorites – Crowe and Libertus and his family, all slung together in front of the river; Selena and his mother, their smiles a little singed, but enduring through everything.

And he’d added his most recent favorites. Shots he’d only seen on Prompto’s camera screen. Pictures of the five of them, getting lost in Lucis. The lighthouse, the Kenny’s mascot, the chocobos, the cat. There was one of his and Gladio’s arm-wrestling stalemate. One candid of him and Ignis, toasting a decent morning. A selfie with Prompto, just before a stampede of chickatrices over-took the shot.

And there were those of him and Noctis. Moments where neither of them had been looking. Where they’d been too caught up in the sight of one another to notice the muted click of Prompto’s shutter going off. One with his arm around the prince’s shoulders as they browsed the Lestallum marketplace. One with his arm pressed to his along the pier at Galdin Quay.

And there were a few secret photos. Ones that must have been from Noctis’s phone. One of the rare moments Nyx dozed in the back-seat of the Regalia on his shoulder. One of his bemused expression as he stared at the camera, unknowing of the frothy mustache over his lips from a café coffee.

And there was one that he remembered fondly. One before everything had changed. One from the best year of their lives, secreting away into this very apartment, trading kisses and promises underneath the sheets of that very bed.

A sleepy, smiling photo, Nyx with his face half-turned into Noct’s hair. Noct with his hand curled up in Nyx’s braids. Both with hooded eyes in the rising light of the morning. Both bare and content and so much more in love with each other than any photograph could ever express.

Nyx remembered the kiss after the camera blinked. Like he remembered every kiss. Like he would remember this one, pressed lightly to his knuckles, just below the silver promise on his finger.

“If we ever wanted to get away again,” Noctis explained. “If the Citadel ever felt too… big. If we ever wanted to be alone like we used to.”

“Or for special occasions?” Nyx countered, nudging a kiss of his own along the crown of his eye. “Like our anniversary?”

Noctis giggled, no different than it had always been beneath Nyx’s teasing. Home may have changed, their bodies may have changed, the whole world might have changed, but this never did. This high of warmth and gentleness in his heart every time he watched Noctis smile. This pride that made his blood hum for being the reason behind that smile.

This love that he had never been looking for, but found him in the soft twilight of every evening. In the pale dawn of every morning. In the bright, blue sky that freed him from behind these lonely walls.

The apartment may have been broken, but Nyx had never been homeless. Not since he’d clawed his way past the burning walls. Not since he’d collapsed on the floor of the Leville and tasted tears in his kisses. Not since he’d wrapped him up in the midnight of Duscae and bound him to his heart forever.

“Is it alright?” Noctis asked him, casting his eyes around the apartment, ascertaining his own answer from his survey.

“Perfect. Though we have a lot of christening to do until it’s fully ours again.”

“It’s our anniversary,” Noctis said, just because he could; just because it was true. “And we have all day.”

Nyx dragged his hands through long, ebony locks. Pet along the hidden places that Noctis kept just for him. Noctis slid his touch along his neck. Along the stripe of ink where his pulse raced whenever Noctis kissed him there.

Always familiar, but never old. Nyx would never tire of how much he loved him. And how much Noctis loved him back in the warm, clear glow of his eyes.

“Happy anniversary, little king.”

[fireyangel020]

How this came about I have no idea. I was chopping veggies for my beaded dragon and I had to take a break so that I wouldn’t forget this. This is inspired by @praeyers all for the braids chapter 1. This is not what I was supposed to write today. 

“You do realize that it is going to take a lot of work to get this relationship accepted, right?” Regis had finished grilling his son about hiding his boyfriend from him a while ago. Now Regis was able to move on to the next part of his dad talk with his son. It felt nice.

“It’s not like it hasn’t been hard already,” Noctis shrugged. They had made it through two years of ups and downs while hiding their relationship. If anything, it would be easier to work through their problems with it being in the open.

Regis watched his son reach for the braids behind his ear. There was only one thing that had him uncertain. “You know the counsel is not going to be happy. They will want him to cease being a Kingsglaive. They’ll probably have something to say about the braids as well.” He hummed thoughtfully as his fingers drummed the end of his cane.

Noct snorted before letting out a small laugh. “I would love to see them try to tell Nyx what to do.” As he reach for his tea, he stopped. He blinked a few times before turning to look at his father. A bright smile was slowly forming on his lips. “I would love to see them try, to tell Nyx what to do!”

Regis thought of all of the reports he had been given regarding Nyx’s difficulty with authority figures. He has had Dratous close to an aneurism a few times. He smiled wider as he agreed with his son, “I think I would like to see that as well.”

“I’ll have Iggy make sure we have popcorn!”

[zanark9nds]

'stardust', another poem for nyxnoct week day 6 - thanks guys

[amidalogicdive]

Naked

Pairing: Nyx/Noct

This is for @praeyers who requested the following prompt!

#32. “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

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Nyx closed his eyes and tried to remain calm. At first, he was hoping beyond hope it was just a bad dream, now he was wondering what he’d done in his life to deserve this shit.

Honestly, he felt the last month was punishment enough for hiding his relationship with the heir to Lucis. They hadn’t been able to spend much time together due to conflicting schedules, and when Noctis’ schedule had freed up, Nyx had found himself sent outside the wall for a week’s reconnaissance. They knew this relationship wouldn't be easy from the start, so Nyx was grateful to have found someone that understood at times duty would come before love. What he did was dangerous, they both understood that, but Nyx wasn't stupid.

That said… well, this was a first for the glaive.

He wanted to blame it on the trip back, how they had got into the city very late and Lib's had said he looked like a walking zombie. Maybe he shouldn't have been so eager, and followed Crowe’s advice and gone home instead of dragging his ass halfway across the city to see Noctis. Of course, the prince had been happy to see him, and that had lead to several hours spent in bed making up for lost time.

Nyx could blame it on an easy mistake, people made those all the time! So what if he turned right when he should have gone straight ahead. All the doors looked the same, at least to his sleep deprived brain. Was it his fault that he'd forgotten about the auto-lock on the door that had been installed when the prince had left his apartment unlocked numerous times. No! Nyx had keys, well would have keys id he had any place to put them.  

This was not his fault! No one could blame him for standing in the hallway of his boyfriend's apartment complex, 100% butt ass naked at four in the fucking morning. Especially when said boyfriend slept like the fucking dead.

Nyx leaned back against the door, one hand tugging on the door handle as the other cupped his privates in an attempt to keep the last shred of his dignity. He had prayed to every Astral that he could remember to have mercy on him, sprinkled with a few of the best Galahdian curse words he could think of, hoping by some miracle the door would open. Nothing. Nyx figured they were finding way too much fucking amusement with this, and if it were anyone but him, he might have too.

Hitting the back of his head on the door, silver-blue eyes closed. “Just gimme a break here…”

Nyx remembered the information on the four apartments on this floor, one being the prince's, and at least two of them departed for work the next two hours. He needed to get back into Noct’s place and didn’t have much time to waste, or this would end up being an incredibly awkward situation. While they had discussed telling the King he’d been seeing his son, this was not the way he’d wanted the information to reach him. Sliding down the door, Nyx sat on the floor, too tired to think of all the ways the King would try and kill him.

He'd been sitting long enough to doze off, and hadn’t expected the door to disappear from behind him. His back hit the cold tiles of Noct’s foyer as an equally naked Prince stood over him, arching a brow. Pale blue met sleepy and confused pools of midnight, ebony hair sticking up in all directions. He was too damn cute and found himself smirking as he spoke. “Hey there, beautiful.”

Nyx watched as those enchanting eyes flickered between perplexed, annoyed and too damn tired to try and figure this shit out. Finally, they settled on, what Nyx loved to call, his ’what the fuck’ face.  “Do I want to know?”

“Um, no?”

“Seriously,” he could tell that the prince was already done with his shit the moment he opened the door, and if there was one thing he knew it was a sleepy Noct was a short tempered Noct. “What the hell are you doing, Nyx?”

He couldn’t think, he was beyond tired, cold and just wanted to cuddle his boyfriend in a nice soft warm bed. “Laying on your floor?”

“Naked?” Nyx nodded. “Do I want to know why you are in the hallway with your dick out for everyone to see?”

He already knew Noctis wouldn’t let him live this down once he was awake enough to process it. Standing up from the floor, he pushed the door closed and made his way further into the apartment. “I was going to the bathroom and forgot where I was.” Clearing his throat, Nyx glanced back at his lover. “I may have gone out your front door thinking it was the bathroom.”

"You could have used the doorbell, it rings in my room."

"I... hadn't thought of that."

Noctis just watched him. Nothing more no words, just met his eyes and stared - as if he were trying to figure out if he was dreaming, or if he was really dealing with this situation at almost five in the morning. For a moment Nyx thought that maybe, possibly, he’d broken him.

In the end, he just sighed heavily. “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” The words were muttered, shaking his head as he made his way back to his bedroom.

“Oh, I am sure that I have done something worse than this,” pausing, the prince glanced back at him as if waiting for him to continue. “I just can’t think of it at the moment.”

Noctis ran a hand down his face, moving it to the back of his neck before pointing at a door. “Just so you know, that’s the damn bathroom. Hurry up, I’m cold.”

As Nyx entered, turning to close the door, he swore he could hear laughing coming from the bedroom. The glaive chose to ignore it, he could pretend he had his pride until he got more sleep. He just hoped this didn’t get back to the other glaives, though Crowe and Noctis had become quite good friends in the last few months…

“I’m so fucked.”

[ckyking]

fire and ashes

alright! nyxnoctweek, here we go! we are starting with some hunter!au~   (please ignore the fact that this is nearly three hours late in my time zone, i’m using the time magic called extra six hours before midnight to my advantage, okay!?)

“Get. it .off.”

Hearing the growled order so close to his ear – and to his vulnerable neck – did nothing to diminish the glow of Noctis’ practiced smile, which was truly only half-feigned. If one looked closely enough, like Nyx did, they would have been able to see the glimmer of genuine laughter in Noctis’ eyes, blue depths distracting unwary observers from his tight grip on his escort’s arm.

A slight uplift of the hunter’s lips answered the shapeshifter, highlighting once again the delicate beauty of his features and oh, how Nyx loathed him in that moment. The defiant boy was in his element here, surrounded by beautiful things, party in full swing around them. How could he not be? After all, as the older being had so pointedly reminded him of the first day they had spent together, the Lucis heir had been groomed to survive his coming of age, and it showed : greetings in various dialects, some nearly lost to time itself, dropped from his lips like precious jewels; the shadow of a smile or a seemingly innocuous twist of his fingers charmed their fellow guests, leaving them to look hungrily after him; and even Nyx himself, not forgettable in the least, turned into an accessory between his talented hands.

It was enough to drive a man crazy.

 The subtle tensing of Noctis’ fingers against his arm stopped him from trying to claw off the other reminder of how out of place he was in such an environment. He was more suited to wilderness; to the wide open plains and the forests of his homeland; to the moon’s gaze on his back; to the taste of exertion, sweet and pure on his tongue. Nothing like the lies and schemes he had so devoutly avoided all these years, preferring to leave the political maneuvering to either Néit or Selena.

Through unknown means, the hunter had learned of this and vetoed any and all of his suggestions concerning their plan of action, leaving Nyx floundering for the first time in decades as Noctis brought to bear contacts no members of the Council had ever suspected him to have. No one dared contradict a member of the Ulric Clan when they came out of their self-imposed isolation, and here was this slip of a boy, not even a tenth of his age, ignoring him and taking his obedience for granted after leaving him bound and helpless for fun – or as payback if he was honest with himself.

In short order, their shared hotel room had been filled with fabrics and jewels, precious metals and leathers, all of them spread out for Noctis to peruse, the hunter occasionally looking up to assess his escort’s stormy demeanour before dismissing some of his options. With flicks of his fingers, the unwanted items disappeared, taken away as mysteriously as they had been delivered and leaving only the sharp smell of a winter’s night behind.

The enigma behind the Lucian’s casual use of such powerful magic was enough to pull the tattooed man out of his “sulk” as Noctis had categorized it later. Leaving his perch on the windowsill, Nyx cautiously walked closer to the seemingly distracted man to get a better idea of the hauntingly familiar scent that floated around him. As he did so, he kept a wary eye on the darkness stretching on the floor and reaching for him, Pryna’s cold hold still heavy on his mind. The raised eyebrow directed his way drove home how ridiculous he must have looked, literally jumping at shadows, but he ignored both Noctis’ judgemental stare and the dull burn of embarrassment crawling up the back of his neck. Briefly baring his teeth in answer and fighting the urge to strangle the brat, he returned to observing their chosen outfits for the night, laid out side by side on one of the couches lining the wall of their suite. He made it a point to keep his side to the hunter and not his back, watching him spin a piece of silver in his hands consideringly, around and around.

The first one was a study in contrast with the main piece cut from royal purple silk edged with black and artfully embroidered with gold in sweeping patterns closely resembling a dragon’s scales. Laid over it and obviously meant to be worn underneath was a tight sleeveless shirt, black to match the silk and offset by the white sash carefully folded on top.

Compared to it, the other outfit appeared simpler; a white short-sleeved tunic open from sternum to neck, material barely kept together by the black cords lacing it up. However, just like the other, the craftsmanship was impeccable, purple thread standing out against its white backdrop and weaving runes of all origins together in a motif that hid them from sight but did not impede their function. One of them caught his eyes, the archaic design bringing to mind his childhood in the wilderness of Galahd for a second before its meaning caught up to him. As if the entire motif was a door and this very rune the key to it, the pattern unravelled before his eyes and revealed what had only been hinted at until then.

“Noctis,” He asked, forgetting his anger for a moment and turning his head toward the other, ”Why the hell is that thing drowning in ownership marks?”

“Why, Sir Ulric, because you belong to me, for tonight at least.”

Those words barely reached his ears before soft lips covered his and a heavy weight was slipped around his neck. A soft click broke the sudden silence like a gunshot, followed by Noctis’ amused hum against his mouth as coldness flooded his limbs before nestling behind the wide silver band seamlessly encircling his throat.

“You fucking— “

Another peck stole the breath – and strength – out of him before the hunter leaned back, tugging the shapeshifter with him with a finger slipped between silver and the hummingbird beat of Nyx’s pulse. Noctis returned his fierce glare with an even wider smile, enjoying the sight of him struggling against the binding inflicted by the collar.

“Now, now, pet, be nice. Many of your misconducts will be glossed over as long as our fellow guests find me worthy of respect, but if you struggle too much, I will have to discipline you to keep it. We wouldn’t want that, would we?” He punctuated each sentence with a tap against Nyx’s collar, overpowering the enchantments pointedly.

“Oh, and you didn’t think to warn me!?”

A considering hum answered him before a simple “no” was thrown back negligently.

“I know you are not comfortable in such battlefields, so I will be taking over. I hope you don’t mind.” Nyx’s suddenly pointed teeth ground together, expressing his anger when the rest of his body could not, “We’re partners after all.”

And now, here they were, mingling as Noctis put it. The urge to snap and show the brat his place beat like a second heart in his chest, but the usual fire animating him was dulled down to embers by the omnipresent darkness weaving itself around him in intangible bonds of silk.

At least, Nyx thought, he had not been left alone even once. Noctis’ bare shoulder rubbing against his arm at each step had been the closest he had had to anchor since their arrival. He refused to admit it out loud, but they did look good together, a thought echoed by many of the beings laughing and drinking around them.

The hunter – not that anyone knew him as such with the geas temporarily strengthened to hide his identity – was grace and loveliness incarnate. No one could stop themselves from looking at the marked skin of Noctis’ upper arms without wanting to replace the hunter’s own protection runes with their own. With the way silk wrapped around his neck, flowed to his side and looped back up to wrap around his forearms where it was secured by heavy gold bangles, it was no easy feat to ignore him.

The shapeshifter, on the other hand, embodied strength and power. The white cotton molded his muscular body perfectly, turning each of his deadly graceful movements into a display of dominance aimed at every other shifter in the same room as him. His intricate tattoos did nothing to detract from this impression, running up and down both arms and winking briefly from between the laces of his tunic, deep black against his tanned skin. Added to this were the laced-up leather pants showcasing everything from the firmness of his calves to the tempting muscles of his thighs in one line of bared flesh going from the top of his knee-high boots to this waist, the only matching piece both him and Noctis shared.

It had made it much easier to pull information from them. Noctis’ deft maneuvering and charm paired with Nyx’s wild allure and easy grin were a devastating combination, which the latter would have enjoyed more if not for the collar . As if sensing the spike of emotion, Noctis altered their course, aiming for one of the many balconies looking over the forest encircling the mansion, leaning his cheek against Nyx’s strong arm all the while in comfort.

“Hey, how are you holding up?” He asked as they reached the railing, the sweet-scented wind sending his robes and sash billowing in Nyx’s direction. The sound of both materials whispering against each other paired with Noctis’ sharp scent of snow and myrrh cut through the overwhelming smell of roses hanging in the air and leached tension from his frame against his will

“So you care now?” The white and black-clad man bit back, though not as sharply as he wanted to.

“I do. We only have each other here, and we can’t afford to let anything separate us.”

There was no hint of teasing as Nyx had expected, only utmost seriousness and the barest spark of apprehension in his blue eyes. When Noctis reached for his neck this time, he did not fight back and let him do so. Lithe fingers pressed against the metal at this throat and reinforced its enchantments, chasing away the fire coursing through his veins. The cold felt so good after all the heat that his eyes started closing off their own accord, until he was nosing sleepily into the crook of his owner’s neck.

“Nyx,” The hunter mouthed softly against his stubbled cheek, “Summer is heavy here, and they like to…play with people, much more so than Winter. As long as you belong to me, they cannot touch you, so please, play along.”

Just as he was about to answer, the bell which they had gotten a glimpse of as they crossed the manor’s grounds echoed, its loud tolls cutting off their conversation and forcing Nyx’s eyes open when his heart seemingly burst aflame.

“Nyx, Nyx!” Noctis whispered urgently, tightening his hold on the shifter and activating the ownership marks woven through his clothing and collar, “You have to strengthen your protections, now. We cannot afford to join their revelry!”

“What…spells..?”

“Are you— Are you serious!? The collar and clothes were insurance, but I thought that your tattoos were permanent spells! They look and feel like it!”

“Not…Summer.”

Clenching his teeth to resist the urge to shake and berate Nyx for his stupidity, he propped the bigger man up with his shoulder and pulled both of them against the flow of party-goers heeding the bell’s call and exiting the manor. Between maintaining the geas, Nyx’s claim and shielding him partially from Summer’s enchantments, his reserves were depleting, and fast. But he couldn’t give up, not now. Nyx was heavy and unresponsive against his slighter frame, eyes hazy and lost in the distance; much better than the alternative in Noctis’ opinion. As the thought crossed his mind, large hands tangled in the material of his sash while the until-then unresponsive man started mouthing at his shoulder and neck, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. Turning his head away from the tantalizing touches, Noctis whispered a single sentence, lost in the earth-shattering noise echoing through the premises. The shadows surrounding them shuddered before the ones the hunter had named and called himself answered him, uncoiling from their resting place behind Nyx’s collar and slid down his body along the lines of his tattoos.

Each consecutive toll struck harder against the hastily erected web of shadows dampening its effects, stoking the heat roaring higher and higher. Even he who was born immune to such powers could feel the strength of it flowing over him like the sea, only to part when its will broke apart against the hundreds of Lucii who had lived and die to continue their line. But Nyx, he could not protect, not without bringing down Summer’s full might on them in their own territory.

“Look at me, Nyx. Don’t think about anything but me.”

The order, sharp and cutting, broke through the haze covering Nyx’s vision, lending strength back to his legs and allowing Noctis to take a break from supporting his weight to better survey where exactly they were heading. The wandering hands stilled around his waist even as the shifter plastered himself against his back, seeking the relief Noctis and his shadows provided him from the terrible heat.

They were lucky that most of the guests came fully expecting to be swept away by the flood of fire and paid no attention to them, willingly and temporarily enthralled as they were.

Closing his eyes to better shut out distractions and his own body’s reactions to Nyx, Noctis dove down into the dark and vibrant place inside of him that Luna had helped build, piece by piece. It was there that his spells were born, there that he was closest to Umbra and Pryna, there that the source of his power sang in ancient tongues and painted him in white and gold. And it was there that Nyx reached out to him, immersing himself in the coldness of his claim to escape the inferno trying to consume him.

It was unconceivable for him – who had felt Summer’s attempted re-claimings of his line most of his life – to not fear its touch, to not use every means at his disposal to keep it at bay. But Nyx— Nyx who was an Ulric, feared and revered; Nyx who prefered the heat of battle to pacts forged in sacrifices; Nyx whom the Fae avoided out of respect for the treaty the first Ulric bled for millennia ago. He had never known this, and in spite of their age difference, Noctis felt a little closer to him; felt and saw flashes of memories running through their fledgling bond, meant to last only for a night.

Luna, Dad, you never warned me about this.

You never told me they could be this genuine. You never told me they could be so human.

I could kill him. I could fuck him. But how am I supposed to do that when he is reaching for me so?

“To protect yourself, you may have to kill your heart” You told me. But I can’t do it. I’ve tried, but it’s hard sometimes.

“I’m going to regret this.” The youngest whispered to himself as he commanded the shadows to bind his partner. Nyx’s whole body tensed in answer, struggling against the now corporeal shadows crawling all over him. With a push, he was sent sprawling down on one of the many cushions decorating the floor, now unused because of the revelry going on outside.

His cut-off whine went straight through the ice Noctis had encased his own heart in – modelled after the Fae and Lunafreya’s own mask – since his father’s disappearance and the beginning of his mission.

Untying his trailing sash with sharp movements, he moved to straddle the taller male’s hips, not leaving himself one second to consider the consequences of his actions. Even now, the enchantment was still not done with its target, and Noctis felt the result of it against his ass, his erection straining against the leather of his pants, the little hitches of his hips even the shadows could not completely stop. The call of revelry was either to be completely embraced or destroyed immediately; fucking until the sun set and Winter’s power took hold was not a thing to do lightly, and he refused to ever go through such a thing, or use anybody in such a way.

Pushing those thoughts out of his mind, he bent down and pressed his forehead to Nyx’s, looked into hazy blue eyes and called light and shadow to his hands.

“For better or for worse, you’ll be mine. I hope we can both live with it.”

Their first kiss tasted of fire and ashes, destruction and renewal.

[jazzraft]

Request: 1920's AU a mix of Five Word Prompt "Actually...I just miss you" and 100 Ways to Say I Love You "Stay there, I'm coming to get you." Yay for lovely fluff-a-luff!!! :3

at last, have some super dumb, gross, cheesy romantic idiots waxing poetic about each other. UGH, jerks

“They not working you hard enough over there? Or are youcaught in the throes of literary insignificance again?”

“Actually… I just miss you.”

Nyx smiled into the receiver and wished that Noctis couldsee it. He could hear the sadness in his voice, could see it in the vivid blueof his eyes that Nyx wrote into his music every night to substitute writing hishands into perfect, pearlescent skin. As pure and unwritten as a blank sheet ofmusic, begging Nyx to make it sing.

It was hard to be without his muse since Noctis haddescended the steps to Nyx’s underworld and bestowed upon him the inspirationhe’d been chasing for years. It was hard to fall asleep each night without thehymns sung from Noct’s voice underneath him. Like catching a beat in his headand unable to let it go, Noctis was his favorite song. He missed hitting thosehigh notes when he pulled his back to his chest and rolled up into him. Hemissed making his name into a melody, spilling off that pretty, pink tongue. Hemissed the crescendo of his voice as Nyx bit down his chest.

He missed the high notes, the staccato breaths, the allegrorace of his pulse conducted from beneath Nyx’s kiss. And he missed the lownotes, too; the soft cadence of “good night” at the end of their longcompositions, the chorus of him laughing with his friends as he came into thebar, and the nightly encores he awaited until Kingsglaive emptied with the lastdregs of gin and it was just the two of them and Nyx’s piano left to serenadethe remaining evening.

“I can feel you sulking,” Nyx chuckled, slouching back inthe office chair, tapping his foot against the edge of the desk to the jazzband humming down from the stage upstairs.

“I’m not sulking. I’m pining. There’s a difference.”

“If you say so. Not about to argue with an author aboutdefinitions.”

“Knew there was a reason I liked you.”

“I’m no linguist, but I think you mistranslated a wordthere.”

A cloud of breath warbled between them, discordant noisecrackling in Nyx’s ear. His boot stilled against the desk, losing his rhythm inthe dissonance of Noct’s despairing sigh.

“I didn’t want to say it over the phone,” Noctis confessed. “It’snot the same when I can’t see your face.”

“Oh, yeah?” Nyx chuckled, resuming the tap of his beat. “Whatexactly does my face look like when you say it to me?”

“You want my professional opinion?”

“Your honest one.”

“I’m a reporter.”

“Then stop being a reporter and be a writer for a minute.”

Noctis laughed and the music of it harmonized with the beatsof him that were stuck in Nyx’s head. A few lilting chords to strum along hismemory and ease the absence of him.

“You look like a night sky after storm clouds pass by,”Noctis told him, his voice like velvet to his ears. “Like there’s always beenthis thunder and rain that keeps you from seeing the stars, and saying itclears them from the sky. Your eyes glint like moonlight, peering past the mistthat the storm leaves behind. You look like the life after the storm, not thecalm before it. Like saying the words made your whole world burst open in a hundredshades of blue and gray. It’s humbling and intimidating and it makes me feellike I could never say it to anyone else but you because it would never look asperfect.”

Nyx wished that Noctis had been a novelist. There was noromanticizing or fantasizing in reporting. And newspapers always seemed to havebad news on the front page. Therenever seemed to be a kind word permitted for any column. Just clipped, clinicallines for carrion truths.

Nyx liked the flow of Noct’s prose, purple though it couldsometimes be. But Nyx wasn’t a literary analyst. He didn’t know the technicalitiesinvolved in constructing a paragraph. He knew that he liked the rhythm of thespoken word as much as he liked lyrics. He liked how Noctis could make plain,unsung sentences sound like their own song.

And he liked that Noctis sang them to him. Wrote for him andabout him and made him think of himself like a stranger. Some days, Noctiswrote him as he was: a broke pianist, burning cigarettes on the piano bench andinvisible in the shadows of the speak-easy. Other days, Noctis wrote him as ascoundrel: a rogue and wily pirate, shanghaiing his writer’s heart; he was anartist of colors and canvas instead of beats and rhythm, capturing the image ofNoct’s love for him along his paintbrush; he was a magician or a sorcerer or awitch, casting spells with the twists of his braids to enchant Noctis past histhreshold.

He was a knight.

That one was his favorite. Noctis wrote him as a knight onevenings of no special significance. He was a knight when it was just the twoof them, guarded between the four walls of Nyx’s water-stained apartment. Hewas a knight when it was past midnight. When Insomnia didn’t quite close itseyes, but quieted to distant hums of wandering traffic, the long, black roadsferrying the lost and the free throughout the darkness.

He was a knight when he held Noctis to his side, cardingfingers through ruined hair and trapping the shy slip of slender legs aroundhis knees. Nyx was his knight when heslid his arm along his back, kneaded circles along his spine, kissed bareshoulders and a pinked neck and soft lips and fluttering blue eyes. Nyx was hisknight, sweeping him off his feet and rescuing him from deep, dark shadows. AndNoctis was his prince. Coveted and perfect and worth swearing his honor, hislife, and his love to.

“You’re beautiful,” Nyx murmured. “Wish I could make words likeyours to tell you how much.”

“I wish I could have you here,” Noctis sighed. “I misslistening to you play. But I’ll be back home soon. I hope.”

Nyx swiveled in his chair to study the calendar. It waslittered in throwing darts, missed from the wheel hanging above – or, in somecases, hitting their mark in a perfect bullseye. One was pinned into the datewhen Noctis was set to return. It still seemed so far away. And if any truthhad ever been spoken about Nyx around the bar, it was that he wasn’t known forhis patience.

“You know what? Stay there, I’m coming to get you.”

“What?” Noctis laughed, incredulous. “No, you’re not. You’renot coming to Altissia, it cost a fortune to get in here, Nyx. Even comingunder work conditions.”

“I hear the jazz scene in that city is wild. You think theLeville has any openings? They’ve got a nice cabaret act, don’t they? I couldsub in for a few days until they send you back.”

“Nyx…”

“Come on, it’ll be fun! It’s the most romantic city in theworld, the effect is wasted on you if you don’t have your other half there withyou.”

“It’s too much, Nyx. I’ll be back soon…”

“Soon is too long to wait to say that I lo—“

Nyx caught himself and Noctis chuckled at the abrupt groanthat drummed over the words. It was such a little thing, but it would be somuch bigger if he could say it to him in person. To see what Noctis saw whenthey let the words play between them. Let them fill each of them with words andsong.

“I’m coming to Altissia.”

There was a long, fretful pause on the other end. Nyx couldhear a pen clicking nervously against a wood desk-top. He could envision thegnawing of Noct’s teeth into his bottom lip, the slight crease between slim,black brows, and the shuffle of his feet beneath the desk.

“I couldn’t stop you if I tried, could I?” he finallysighed, resigned.

“You don’t want to stop me.”

“No,” Noctis agreed, his voice light with a smile that Nyxcouldn’t wait to kiss again. “See you soon?”

“See you soon, baby blues.”

[nyxnoctweek2020]

NyxNoct Week 2020 is a Go!

Hello everyone! Thank you so much for your interest and enthusiasm in NyxNoct Week 2020. 

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Stay tuned as more news will be coming shortly! 

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[amidalogicdive]

Yours (nyxnoct prompt)

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This is for @jasperraven so I ended up combining two of yours, so here is #38. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” nyxnoct (maybe in the somnus world?) and #59. “I’m yours.” nyxnoct (fluff maybe smut but only if you want to)... well you got the smut so enjoy, asdfghjkl.

Just wanna note that this is like.. Wow, I was so nervous cuz of the smut cuz I just don’t do smut. So please… be nice to me and thanks to the few ppl (you know who you are) who read parts and helped me and encouraged me on my way! Also sorry for any mistakes… I only did a quick grammar check instead of my more through one cuz I was really nervous. I might go back later and fix it up more. XD

If you’d like to read it on A03 you can here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11306061

Pairing: Nyx/Noct

Contains sex and other such situations so read at your own risk.

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It was late, the lights from the city below giving what little light there was in the room as the two watched one another. Nyx had his back to the headboard, slouched to one side and onto his elbow. His free hand carded through pitch black locks, humming lightly as dark pools watched him. The knight paused as pale fingers rose, entwining the long braids around his fingers as icy blue eyes closed in contentment.

“Don’t stop,” nuzzling his face into the older’s chest, Noctis breathed in and chuckled. “You have a nice voice.”

“Mm, do I now?” Feeling the prince pull on his braid, Nyx humored him and lowered down to place a light kiss on the tip of his nose. His prince was always sweet, but he knew he kept a wall between himself and those around him. It was times like this, after taking Opheliac and communing with the Land of the Dead, when the drug still ran through his system; that Nyx felt he saw the real Noctis. While he hated what the drug did to him, he knew it was a necessary evil, and his lover was so affectionate afterward. “How do you feel? Can you still see?”

Fingers released the braids as his arm fell to cover his eyes. “I always see Nyx. Even when I don’t take the drugs… it’s not something I can shut off.”

“I know, and I don’t want to be the bad guy. I think that’s is more Iggy’s position.”

Noctis let out an undignified snort as he pulled his arm back. “Really? Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

“Well then, beautiful…” He leaned down, seeing the tinge of red rising on the other's cheeks as he brushed his lips, teasingly, against Noct’s. “You can’t trust everyone.” Nipping at the prince's bottom lip, he could see the curve form as he smiled. “Just trust in me, little prince. Your soul is already mine, your body is mine as well.”

A shuddered breath left him as his hand rose once again, tangling into the braids that fell. “Is it? You think you can just claim me like that? In case you forgot, I am your master… and you are mine.”

“Ownership can go both ways, pretty thing.”

“Nyx, why do you always do this to me?” He could feel the man smiling against his lips as he spoke, pale fingers continuing to move higher until his hand pressed against the back of his knight's neck.

“Do what, beautiful?”

“Make me love you, so fucking much.”

His response wasn’t in words, as much as the desire that he always felt when he was around the young prince. The non-existent distance between their lips closed as both let out a moan at the contact, Nyx coaxing the man below him to let him in as the kiss deepened. He’d always loved the contrast that existed within the prince. On the outside he could come off emotionless at times, his skin feeling chilled to the touch, but inside he was warm and compliant. He could feel thin fingers bury into his hair, pulling lightly as he nipped at the prince's tongue, only to back away a moment later so he could watch the other lay there flushed and panting.

Dark midnight eyes, blown wide with desire watched him for a moment. “Nyx…”

“Yeah?” He watched Noctis swallow, opening his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. “Tell me no and we stop or tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“Show me?”

“What?”

The prince looked to the side, the flush in his cheeks deepening as Nyx watched his chest rise and fall with deep breaths. “I’m yours.”

It was soft, and if he hadn’t been listening he could have missed it, but Nyx knew his little prince too well to let such things get by him. “You’ve been mine forever,” He smiled as Noctis looked back at him, so powerful yet so very vulnerable at the same time. “You will always be mine, and I’ll show you as many times as it takes, little prince. I’ll never stop.”

“I trust you.”

Slipping out from behind Noctis, Nyx sat up and pulled his lover up with him. Pale glacier eyes watched as Noct moved his hands under the shirt he wore, pushing it up his chest slowly. “All the times we have done this, and still so timid, pretty boy.” Feeling the sharp pinch to his side in retaliation, he winced, leaning down to bite his jawline gently. “Careful there, I give as good as I receive.”

“Nyx,” His name fell from the other's lips in a light growl that only served to turn him on even more. “Shut up and strip.”

“So demanding.” Grabbing his shirt, he couldn’t help but wink at the prince before pulling up and over his head, tossing it to the side. “I love when you try and take control.” His hands moved to slip under Noctis’ shirt and caress the soft flesh. “But, you asked me to show you that you’re mine.” He felt the cool skin below his fingers tremble with those words. “Submit to me, baby. You know I won’t hurt you.” Noctis glanced up, nodding briefly as Nyx placed a tender kiss to his forehead, tugging his shirt up as well. It was soon lost in the darkness along with his own. “Always so beautiful.”

“You always say that,” Noctis muttered, fingers ghosting along the scattered scars that covered most of the knight's chest.

“I always mean it.” He responded, allowing the prince to do as he liked for the moment. Choosing to bury his own fingers into the ink black fringes that obscured the younger male's face. “Your hair's getting longer again, we should cut it.”

“No, I like it.” Glancing up as Nyx pushed back the hair from his eyes, he could see that he was smiling. “You like it too.”

“Mm, gives me something to grab onto when you ride me.” He moved forward, nuzzling the pale column bared before him, running his tongue across it a moment later. “Negatives, it hides how attractive you are.”

“Asshole.”

“I am, a very big asshole.” That made his lover smile, watching as Noctis moved his fingers lower to undo the button of his pants.

Pulling down the zipper, he slipped his hand into Nyx’s pants, meeting the pale orbs with his own deep blue. “I’m used to it.”

Running his fingers down the semi-hardened length, Noct couldn’t help but watch his reaction as his lover's breath hitched and his hand reach up to cradle his face tenderly. Letting out a hum of approval, Noctis freed his member from his pants and allowed Nyx to pull him closer. Thin fingers ran down the underside, only to tease his balls a moment later as a playful smirk crossed his lips.

“Damn baby.” Moving his hand back into his hair, Nyx pulled him close, kissing him roughly.

He accepted the treatment, submitting to his knight without a thought. It was easy for him to do this, knowing that there was no safer place for him than with Nyx. As he continued to tease the steadily hardening length in his hand, he could feel the desire within his lover peak. Noctis could feel it in the way he touched him and could taste it in the way they kissed. It was an honest and pure thing, a heat that he’d stoked into a burning flame. When they finally pulled apart Nyx was quick to remove the offending clothing that was left. “Someone’s impatient.”

“Someone’s a fucking tease.” He shot back, grinning as Noct laid back on the bed. “Now someone is going to know how it feels.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Mm, one I plan on keeping.” Nyx didn’t worry about taking his time with Noct’s clothes, no he had more important matters to deal with. Undoing the button on his pants, he pulled down the zipper and tugged off the garment without pausing. Like him, Noct’s member was already semi-hard and honestly a lovely thing to see in Nyx’s opinion. Leaning over, he opened up to the drawer to the side table and pulled out a small bottle of oil, noting that his prince was watching ever move he made. “Relax, I’ll be good to you.”

“I know.” Midnight hues watched as Nyx moved back between his legs. “Nyx…” Hearing his name, Nyx glanced up to show that his lover had his attention. “I love you.”

“Noctis.” It was rare that they said those words to one another, and every time they did he couldn’t help the rapid beating of his heart. Laying over the smaller male, he supported his weight on elbows and kissed Noct gently. “I love you too… are you ok, little prince? Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head quickly, reaching up to cup his face, caressing the rough stubble that was present there. Noct’s thumb reached up to caress the tattoo under his left eye as Nyx turned to kiss the palm of his hand. When their gaze met once again Noctis could see the worry that laid within them. “I just really love you.”

“Baby.” Seeing those orbs, like the endless night sky, fill with tears hit him hard. Nyx had never liked seeing his little prince cry. “We can stop.”

Shaking his head, Noct placed a tender kiss to his lips. “No, I need you to show me I’m yours. Please, Nyx. I’m just so happy to have you.”

That made him feel better, nipping his jaw before moving back down. “Happy that you’re mine, beautiful. Now, let me be good to you.” Caressing the pale inner thighs, he watched as Noctis bit his lower lip gently in anticipation. “Do you know how easily you turn me on, little prince?” He only whimpered in response, watching as Nyx lowered himself run his tongue up his thigh and to his hardened member. “Careful, or this might only be round one.”

“For fuck's sake Nyx, stop taking!” Throwing an arm over his face to hide his blush, his other hand clutched as the bedding below them.

“Fine, I’ll find another way to keep my mouth busy.” Running his tongue up Noct’s length, he was quick to swallow every inch a moment later. Gasping, his free hand shot down to bury in ashen brown hair, his other tightening on the covers in his grasp as Nyx began to suck him off.

“Oh fucking… Shiva, Nyx…” Choking lightly as his lover pulled down on his hair, Nyx moved up to tease the head for a moment with his tongue. Breathing heavily, half-lidded eyes glanced down to watch as Nyx continued to run his tongue along the head of his shaft before taking the length back into his mouth. If this was how his Knight wanted to keep his mouth busy, Noctis couldn’t help but approve. “N-Nyx… feels so good.”

Feeling the oiled finger enter him a moment later made him jump in surprise, watching as Nyx allowed his shaft to fall from his mouth. “Trying to choke me?” He teased, seeing that Noctis was quick to shake his head, hips moving instinctively to meet the shallow thrusts of his finger. “Mm, surprised you then?”

Noctis ignored the comment, leaning up to kiss him and swore he could taste himself on Nyx tongue. It wasn’t unpleasant and he continued to deepen the kiss, as his knight wrapped his free arm around his back to support him. “Nyx..?”

“Just relax, I got this baby.” Laying him back once again, a little smirk crossed his lips as his prince let out a cute moan. “Always love the sounds you make.”

“You’re such an ass.” Letting out a gasp, Noctis glared at his knight as he pushed the finger deeper into him.

“You’ve already said that,” leaning over him a bit more, he laid his forehead against his lovers as their eyes met. “You really need to stop with the sweet talk, pretty boy. You already own my soul, don’t know what else I could give you.” When the prince didn’t respond, Nyx moved to nuzzles his neck, moving lower as he placed little bites and licks along the sensitive flesh. Continuing to move lower, he felt fingers gripping his hair as he ran his tongue down chest before biting at one of his nipples.  

“Fuck Nyx…” Rolling his head to the side, Noctis watched the older man continue to lavish his body with attention. “Touch me.” It wasn’t a demand, and Nyx knew it. No, the words had come out low and almost begging as his took in deep, rushed breaths.

Biting his side, Nyx ran his free hand down the prince's chest and teased the base of his member before bypassing it to caress his balls. The noise Noct made was somewhere between a frustrated whine and a grateful moan, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the reaction. “I’m touching you.”

“You know what I mean!” He hissed, tugging at his hair to get his point across. “Please, please, please…”

“I got ya, baby.” Planting a light kiss to his stomach, Nyx moved his hand up caress the prince's shaft lightly a few times. A tremble ran through the body below him, as the hand clutching the bedding raised to Noctis’ mouth. “Is that what you wanted?” His grip shifted, tightening around his heated length as he continued to run his hand up and down in long, drawn out strokes. Biting his hand, he could only whimper in pleasure as he nodded his head. “Good, are you ready for another finger?”

“Yes…”

Nyx continued to stroke him as he pushed in a second oiled finger. He was careful to watch the prince for any discomfort, keeping his younger lover just on the edge without allowing him to finish. It was a fun, and frustrating, game that they liked to play. How long could they suck one another off before someone gave in and finished was one he highly enjoyed, and usually won. Sometimes he would just sit there and thrust his fingers into Noct, seeing how long it would take him just to make the prince cum just from that touch alone. But he wasn’t a selfish lover, and knew the games Noctis enjoyed as well. There were many nights that Noctis would bind his wrists so he couldn’t touch, riding him and seeing how fast he could make the knight finish just from that contact alone.

He kept going, enjoying the sounds that Noctis would make and how he would move. Nyx continued to thrust his fingers in and out of his body, scissoring them now and then to make sure that he couldn’t hurt the prince when he entered him. After several minutes of stretching and teasing, Noctis couldn’t help the loud whine that fell from his lips. “I-I’m good… Nyx please…”

He nodded, pulling his fingers out and reached for the small bottle beside him. “You’re sure?” Seeing him nod once again, Nyx leaned down to kiss him gently. “Ok little prince, I’ve got you.” Pouring the liquid into his hand, he stroked himself a few times as Noctis watched him intently. “Relax, we do this nice and slow like always, yeah?”

“Yeah, ok.”

Watching his lover for a moment longer, Nyx held onto his hip with one hand as the other lined him up so he could push against him gently. He could have smirked when pale hands flew up to cover the prince’s face, short puffs of air leaving his lips as Nyx sank deeper and deeper into his body. No matter how often they did this, Noctis was always so warm and tight around him and he seemed to fit inside perfectly. Like this body was made just for him, and if Nyx had his way no one else would ever know this pleasure. “Halfway…” he didn't even know if Noctis had heard him, but it didn’t matter as he continued to sink into the perfect heat.

The moment he was fully seated within Noct’s body he felt the prince wraps his legs around him. Looking up at him, Nyx leaned in to nuzzle at his neck, noting the flush that covered his skin. He watched Noctis close for any sign of discomfort, allowing most of his weight to be supported by one arm as the other caressed his side tenderly. Small kisses were peppered along his neck and chest, and Nyx enjoyed the little hums of approval as he made his way from one side to the other. He wouldn’t rush this, waiting for Noct to tell him when he was ready, when he could move.

Tugging the knight down to him, Noctis kissed him slowly, lovingly and deep as they laid there joined as one. Fingers played in the hair along Nyx neckline as his other hand trailed invisible paths along his chest and stomach. “Feels good, love.” He nodded at the prince's words, kissing him again.

Noctis liked to touch, Nyx had come to find that out once they had been joined together as prince and protector. They both did, actually, but for Noctis, it was so much more. It showed him that he was alive and here, in the now, and present in this reality. The world around him was a wash of blurred gray lines, always shifting and moving, changing the life he knew around him. Anything that kept him focused, existing... coherent, brought him pleasure.

So Nyx brought him pleasure, in many ways. He was an anchor, a link between this world and the next. The one light that Noctis could always find when he was lost in the dark. His everything.

“You can move.”

Pulling out slowly, he stopped just as the head of his member hit his entrance and pushed slowly back into him. Nyx felt the hand in his hair tightened and pull as the prince sucked in a breath. “Need a minute?” Shaking his head, he heard a whispers ‘no’ fall from Noctis’ lips, his legs tightening around the elder's waist to pull him in deeper. “Naughty love,” Grinning down at the prince, Nyx nipped at his nose. “If you’re not a good boy I’m going to have to punish you.”

“Maybe I want to be punished, Nyx.” Those words made a shiver run through his body, allowing Noctis to pull him down by his hair. “I need you, so much…”

Nyx watched him for a moment, eyes like the star-splattered universe hidden behind equally dark hair watching him back. Pale skin like milk and honey laid below his rose tinted with exertion and desire. He couldn’t believe that this strange creature was his, that he had been lucky enough… somehow had been found worthy enough to stand beside him. “Need to you, beautiful. Always…”

Releasing his hair, pale arms rose above his head and crossed before laying on the pillow. “Then take me, didn’t you say that ownership worked both ways? So own me.”

Nyx couldn’t help the chuckle that fell from his lips, feeling his member twitch inside Noctis at those words. “If I need to stop, you just say so…” Reaching up, he took the two smaller wrists in his hand and pinned them down, then grabbed his lover's waist with his other and smirked. “No touching little prince, you’ll cum when I say you can cum.” The blush on Noctis’ cheeks darkened, nodding in understanding at his words. “Good boy.”

He knew what Noctis wanted, what he needed and was determined to give him exactly the opposite. Continuing to push into him, he kept the thrusts shallow and slow. Nyx wanted to stoke the fire inside him, keeping him just on the edge as long as he could. He wanted to hear his master beg him, and Nyx knew he had the patience to outlast the prince.

“Nyx...Nyx...Nyx….” His breathing came harder, faster as the knight kept his pace, grasping the small hips below him so he couldn’t move. So he would have to accept what Nyx was giving him, would have no choice but to plead for more. Squeezing his eyes closed, Noctis looked to the side, fighting to breath as he became momentarily distracted by the unseen world around them.

“Baby…” This was why he hated what Noctis was, how easily he could lose him in an instant if he didn’t hold tight to the connection they had. Releasing his hip, Nyx grabbed his chin and forced him to look back. “Eyes on me beautiful, look at me… There is nothing outside of us, and this. Just keep those beautiful eyes on me. Understand?” He nodded lightly. “Say it Noctis, say: I understand.”

“I understand…” He breathing calmed as Nyx kissed him, nipping at his jaw a moment later. “Just us. Don’t stop...”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.” His hand ran down Noct’s chest, finding their place abandoned place on his hips as he continued to thrust into him slowly. Icy-blue continued to hold the dark orbs below him, to keep their connection and to keep his little prince here with him. But he couldn’t help admitting to himself that he loved to see Noctis like this, completely undone and far from the proper little heir his father had groomed him to be. He loved that he was the one to turn Noctis into this. Leaning down to nuzzle his neck, Nyx nipped at his ear as whispered words fell from the other's lips. “Nyx...ha… please…”

“Hm,” Moving to meet his eyes once again, he bit Noct’s chin gently. “Please what… say it, baby.”

“More… I’m, I can’t…”

“Perhaps I teased you a bit too much,” gripping his hips tighter, Nyx decided that it was time to change tactics. Angling himself, he thrust as deep as he could to find the one place that would bring them both the pleasure they were chasing after. “Won’t last long like this, beautiful.”

Crying out at the change, Noct dug his nails into his palms, his wrist still pinned down in Nyx’s hold. Dark bangs clung to his damp forehead as he arched his back, crying out the knight's name as he started to ram into him over and over. “Don’t… wanna… Nyx.” His words came out in long drawn out moans and quick gasps as Nyx continued to slam into him without relenting. “Please,” pale hands flexed in his lovers hold, dark eyes almost black with desire as he felt his end coming. “Close, let me cum Nyx.”

Releasing his hold on Noctis’ wrists, the pale arms instantly wrapped around his neck as Nyx pulling him into his arms and lifted him. “I will love, ride me.” The words and barely left his lips when the prince did as asked. Nyx ran his hand down his back gently, fingers playing along the deep scar that crossed his back. “You feel good… so good.”

“S-Same…” Nipping his bottom lip, Nyx coaxed his mouth open and kissed him deeply. One hand moved between them to take his hardened length back into his hand, stroking it in time with Noct’s movements. The prince moaned into the kiss, whimpering as his nail dug into his neck and back.

Nyx pulled from the kiss and rested his forehead against his lover's, watching him as he came close to the edge. “I got you, baby, finish for me.” Stroking him faster, Noctis cried out as he finally came, his arms tightening around Nyx to hold him close. He was sweaty and there was a stickiness between their chests, but he felt content and relaxed in his knight's arms. Laying them back on the bed once again, Nyx continued to push into the body below him as they traded lazy kisses and heated touches. “Feel better, little prince?”

He nodded lightly, pulling his body closer with his legs. “Finish Nyx, I want to feel you finish inside me.”

“Noct…”

“Please… please… Nyx, please. Want you to feel as good as I feel.” He was about to speak when Noctis kissed him once again, fingers pulling at his braids as they tongues fought for dominance over one another. When they broke apart, both were panting once again. A gentle tug on his hair and Nyx knew he’d lost. “Do as I say, Nyx.”

Nodding, he started to thrust once again, already so close to the edge. Fingers tugging at his hair as teeth nipped and bit at his throat and jaw didn’t help matters. Neither did the fact that Noctis feel so very tight and hot around him. Growling, he caught that wandering mouth once again with his own, thrusting deeply as he finished within him. A heat rushed through him as he gasped for air, trying to keep his full weight off the man below him. “Fucking hell, Noct…” A smile broke on his lips as the prince giggled below him. “Shit… we should clean up.”

“Mm, no not yet.”

Feeling like his arms were about to give, Nyx rolled to his side and pulled Noctis with him. “You ok? Didn’t hurt you did I?” He shook his head in response, watching as his knight took one of his wrists into his hand and checked for any bruising before kissing it lightly.

“I just want to lay here with you, like this for a while longer.” Dark eyes closed as he buried his face into the elder's neck. “Just… stay like this with me?”

“Yeah, I will baby.” You rest a while and I’ll stay here. Nyx could feel the prince's body relax and could tell the moment he fell into a light sleep. Running his fingers up and down his back, Nyx let out a sigh and placed a light kiss on his forehead. “Sleep well love, and I hope it’s a restful sleep.”

For the first time in many weeks, both men slept past dawn's first light. A dreamless, deep sleep that was rare for either of them to find.

[ckyking]

During this week, our little raft came together to bring all of us angst and fluff, sweetness and sadness, lovely art and awesome playlists. Now, here is the Horsemen’s contribution to end the nyxnoctocalypse : the 3rd chapter of Myshka, the work that started it all.

Enjoy~

And a shoutout to @nicrt for suggesting @praeyers, @aithilin, @jasperraven and I collab together! This wouldn’t have happened without you!

[jazzraft]

Title: More than Words Words: 3278 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Mature Warnings: NSFW Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Series: Dark at Night Summary: An interlude in Altissia. They finally find a moment to themselves, coveting the time and affirming old truths in the dark. @nyxnoctocalypse

“We’re in one of the most romantic cities in the world. We’re in a really expensive, snazzy suite that has more than two-inch walls between each room. I’m ninety percent sure there was an aphrodisiac in that caviar. I’m stressing out over making a good impression on the first secretary of Accordo tomorrow. So, yes, shut up, we’re having sex.”

Nyx laughed and Noctis didn’t care because that was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard...

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[nyxnoctweek2020]

Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Nyx Ulric, Noctis Lucis Caelum Additional Tags: nyxnoctweek, NyxNoct Week 2020, Oracle Noctis Lucis Caelum, Alternate Universe, Chocobros & Lib & Crowe make appearances, Pre-Relationship, Kind of an MT/Not an MT Prompto, Getting Together, Role Reversal, More tags to come! Summary:

NyxNoct Week 2020 Prompts.

One way or another, Noct is gonna fall for Nyx, and vice versa.