#prince arctus verse

[ardynzunia]

@galahdborn  from here  Nyx let out a small noise of amusement when he saw what Arctus was wearing. "I don't, but I might need it back before I leave, unless you want me to walk around shirtless," he teased, though part of him was worried that Arctus would be tempted to make him do just that.

Sure, he had nothing he was ashamed of and the weather was nice, but he'd get a lot of stares and possibly a lot of questions as well – questions he didn't want to answer. "I could also just stay here, but you get to tell the Captain why I'm not showing up," Drautos might actually listen to the Prince, after all.

Arctus chuckled and took a sip of his coffee. It was certainly tempting to send him off like that. If only so people could see the little marks he’d left on his boyfriend. But then again, he rather liked such views to stay private. On the other hand the sweatshirt he’d stolen from Nyx was so comfortable he didn’t want to remove it. 

“Well I suppose I don’t want to share you,” He said finally. “ And I try not to play favorites. You could borrow something of mine? We’re about the same size. Have some breakfast and we can hitch a ride together toward the Citadel.”

[summersunsetball]

(Ardynzunia) Mun name: Jase

Pronouns: they/them

URL(s): agent-jaselin, ardynzunia

Participating muse(s): Ardyn Izunia (party member verse) and Prince Arctus Lucis Caelum (reincarnated ardyn oc)

Are you comfortable with non-mutual interactions during this event?: yes!

We trust that these Ardyns from kinder timelines will behave themselves at the festival!

— Mod Neg

[caecus-scientia]

(Ardynzunia, any verse) how did you know that?

A small smile curved his lips as he turned to look over toward the prince. He liked Arctus. He had a great amount of respect him. And yet, there were times when even Ignis fell victim to a little bit of whimsy.

"I tried out Noct's theory of sleeping on a book to learn via osmosis," he said dryly.

No, he'd just read the book.

@ardynzunia

[galahdborn]

(Ardynzunia, any verse that works) [ euphoric ] for a celebratory kiss

ೃ༄ WAYS TO KISS ˚◞♡ || @ardynzunia

Ever since Nyx realised that Prince Arctus liked to visit the Glaives, he had tried to make the younger male join in on their fun activities whenever they occurred. Nobody should feel alone and Nyx knew that the other's position in Insomnia was tricky, having not been there when the attempt at the other's life had happened, but he had heard about it from the other Glaives present that day.

They were done with training today and was playing around with their magic and Nyx had claimed Arctus for his own team. It was a tight battle though, but eventually they won, and the victorious feeling made him lose his mind somewhere as he turned to give Arctus a celebratory kiss. It was meant to be short and sweet, but it lasted right up until the moment Nyx realised he was kissing royalty and probably shouldn't be doing that.

Pulling away with a smile on his lips, not wishing to make it awkward, he winked at the other: "Seems like I'll need you on my team more often, huh?" Inwardly he was cursing though, idly wondering if the King himself would murder him for what he had just done.

[chosenbythecrystal]

@ardynzunia​ liked for a starter.

His big fight with Ignis had been days ago and since then, his advisor had been nowhere to be seen. He was no doubt giving him time to cool down, but Noctis didn’t think it would make any difference. He knew Ignis meant well, but he had no idea what he was going through. He didn’t understand the pressure that he was under...didn’t understand how much he hated anything that reminded him of the fact that one day, his father wouldn’t be with them.

It was something that became all the more clear when he saw how aged the man was. The burden of the ring and sustaining the wall was a heavy one – one that was killing him.

He sat on the couch, his apartment showing clear signs that Ignis hadn’t visited in a few days. It wasn’t the worst it had been, but it was a mess. Take-out containers and empty cans of energy drinks lay scattered around.

The sound of his door unlocking made him pause his video game. There were only a handful of people who had a key, so he could guess who it was.

“What do you want, Ig...” He trailed off as his older brother came into view. “You could have knocked, you know...”

[strictomiles]

@ardynzunia​ sent: (Ardynzunia, Prince Arctus/modern healer verse) "Happy Birthday Gladio! I got you a present, thought I should show some appreciation for keeping such a good eye one my baby brother." He said, "Or I suppose you could come drinking with me and a couple of the glaives tonight? But I assumed you'd prefer something proper."

“Oh geeze.” He rubs the back of his neck, a little embarrassed. As a general rule, he tried to keep his birthday on the down low. Not one to take the spotlight for such celebrations. And didn’t entirely trust people due to it being the day after April Fools. “You really didn’t hafta get me anything. ‘s Just my job and today’s just a day.”

“I’d take ya’ up on the offer but, I already have plans tonight. Can we make a rain check?”

[agent-jaselin]

RP blog AU 8, please?

that one is rp drawings that started around august, though I don't think what's left of it was made than now.

I've got a sketch that will one day be my ardyn and Crowe in sexy outfits together. The same outfit actually. like grape things?

and a partially colored version of the Prince Arctus verse, the au where he's a reincarnated version of regular ardyn as noct's older brother. with the idea that they are meant to relive their ancestors past.

[oraclefreed]

(Ardynzunia, either main verse ir Prince arctus verse) ❤

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME - Send my character a ❤ and I'll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours.

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate;

Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex;

Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | Oral |No sex

Dates;

Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

Would my character…

Marry them? Yes | No

Have sex on the first date? Yes | No

Confess their attraction first? Yes | No

Have children/adopt? Yes | No

Die for your character? Yes | No

Cheat on your character? Yes | No

Lie to them? Yes | No

Cuddle after sex? Yes | No

[ardynzunia]

Prince Arctus:

Looking over the invitation for the ball in his brother's honor, Arctus chose to wear something that wouldn't immediately cause a scandal. A subtle and fashionable designer piece. Though the references to royal military formal and the hair ornament skewing just a bit too close to his father's crown would likely still draw the ire of the nobility. He grinned, he always did enjoy annoying the Insomnians.

Ardyn:

He knew the Invitation required Formal dress, he did. But at 2000 years old, he still generally preferred his own taste. So instead he draped an expensive, transparent chiffon top over gold armlets, body jewelry and piercings. Hair teased our to a good double it's usual size with pure gold beads woven throughout, leather pants, and a gold collar and armlets to match his gold eyeliner finished the look. What was the fun on blending in at his age?

[ardynzunia]

@monarchborn  from here  Out of all things that could happen, Regis had never expected this. Weskham had contacted him, but since he had been worried about potential spies overhearing their conversation, he hadn't actually said much - only that it was important.

Now he was sitting on a chair by a bed that currently held a son he hadn't known existed until some hours ago. The poor boy had been in pain, so he was a bit drugged up at the moment, but apparently not enough to not ask questions.

"I believe so, dear boy," he offered, voice gentle. "I'm sure it's quite the surprise – it is for me as well, but do not worry. There is no time like the present to get to know each other," he would not turn his son away, no matter how he was conceived. He may have made an unwise choice, considering his position, but Arctus should not suffer for it.

"We will figure it out. For now, rest as much as you need. We will take care of you here.

Arctus moved stiffly in the bed, trying to sit up straight and look less pitiful. This whole situation had been embarrassing enough without looking like a little kid.

“I knew, mom said she never told you so we could stay in Altissia,” He said. “It’s good to know it was true though. I always assumed you were just a jerk and mom wanted me to think better of you.”

He sighed, and stopped himself just in time from leaning back onto the hospital bed. Having a back wound sucked. 

“Will I be leaving the hospital soon? Like, at least going somewhere else to visit. It can’t be super safe for you visiting a government location in Altissia,” He said. “I know Niflhiem hasn’t tried anything with political visits yet, but they still kind of suck. And we’ll be planning to go to Insomnia too, right? Or am I gonna stay with Weskham.”

[ardynzunia]

💋

Arctus straddled Nyx's lap and kissed him, hands stroking soft strands of black hair. He smiled as he pulled away, getting nice and comfortable in his new seat.

"I really wonder how you managed to trick Titus into assigning you to me for guard duty," He chuckled. "I would have thought he knew better."

He tilts Nyx's head up and kisses him again.

[ardynzunia]

@galahdborn  from here 

Nyx is too drunk for this. Probably. The question definitely catches him completely off guard and he stares down at his drink, contemplating his life for a few long moments.

"I mean – obviously," he replies, a small frown on his lips. "I hope that wasn't your actual way of asking, though," because he didn't want to answer such a serious question whilst drunk. Maybe Arctus was hoping he'd forget about it in the morning, but Nyx always remembered the shit he did whilst drunk, even if he wished he didn't.

Marriage was a big deal tho, especially in Galahd. He didn't know about Insomnia or Altissia, but he really liked Arctus, so he hoped the other wasn't just getting his hopes up now.

“Leviathan would personally smite me if thiss were a proposal,” Arctus half slurred. “But you’re supposed to talk about it right? Avoid humiliating your partner with something really public they have to say no to.” 

Arctus rubbed his face and laid his head on the bar, his own glass completely empty. Not to mention a bottle or two of wine. He might have overdid it. But he’s not sure he regrets asking. 

“If. or, or When. It’s going to be proper, and visible, and show how much I care about you.” He mumbled. “But maybe ssooner than later. Don’t want the nobles to sell me off to someone.” 

[ardynzunia]

@galahdborn  from here Ever since Nyx realised that Prince Arctus liked to visit the Glaives, he had tried to make the younger male join in on their fun activities whenever they occurred. Nobody should feel alone and Nyx knew that the other's position in Insomnia was tricky, having not been there when the attempt at the other's life had happened, but he had heard about it from the other Glaives present that day.

They were done with training today and was playing around with their magic and Nyx had claimed Arctus for his own team. It was a tight battle though, but eventually they won, and the victorious feeling made him lose his mind somewhere as he turned to give Arctus a celebratory kiss. It was meant to be short and sweet, but it lasted right up until the moment Nyx realised he was kissing royalty and probably shouldn't be doing that.

Pulling away with a smile on his lips, not wishing to make it awkward, he winked at the other: "Seems like I'll need you on my team more often, huh?" Inwardly he was cursing though, idly wondering if the King himself would murder him for what he had just done.

Arctus had first started visiting the Glaives to talk to those who were also Altissian. Missing his language and people who had things in common with him. Then he started taking their advice as he pushed laws and policies to help them and the less popular people of Insomnia. Their desires for hearth and home shared by him.

So when Nyx started inviting him to hang out or mess around it felt more like friendship than pity. Certainly he’d gotten better with all his skills, and he always enjoyed his time with them .

The kiss still managed to be a surprise even with that. Not that he minded, intentionally pressing up against Nyx when the man’s lips pressed against his own. One arm creeping up toward Nyx’s hair and the other tight on his jackets lapel. Arctus found himself pouting when he pulled away.

“Mmm, If that’s the reward I’ll make sure to be available,” He grinned, tongue running along his teeth as he stared at Nyx’s lips.

Which meant he noticed the slight twitch. Hmm, maybe the glaive regretted it?

[ardynzunia]

@galahdborn  from here Nyx had been taught from a young age to wear his scars with pride, but to be careful, because anything that happened to him would reflect on the skin of his soulmate. Nyx did his best to live by those words, but he was an adventurous kid and it didn't stop when he grew older, either. Scars and bruises from hunts or accidents, he had a lot of stories to tell with his body.

One accident nearly killed him, but instead gave him a lightning shaped scar as a reminder. The scars from his soulmate was more concerning, though. Nyx believed his own scars were pretty natural, at least from a guy who lived in Galahd. His soulmates scars weren't anything close to that and it worried him. He wore the scars with pride though, because his soulmate had survived and that was something to be immensely proud of.

When he joins the Glaives some people dare ask him about the scars whenever skin is shown off, but he just tell them to mind their own business. Some people apparently weren't taught that scars were a private thing, even more so considering that it connects them to their soulmates.

He doesn't expect it to lead him to his soulmate, though. He likes Prince Arctus, finds him to be good company, but the guy's reaction to seeing him shirtless was way too suspicious. So he asks outright, not one to beat around the bush: "You've seen these scars before, haven't you?" his voice is gentle, because there's a chance that he's wrong, but he doubts it. He's felt a connection with the other male even before this, so it'd make sense, even if it's quite the discovery.

Arctus was born with skinned knees. A sign that his soulmate already lived in the world, though fortunately wasn’t too much terribly older. As he grew he happily looked over each new scar, and hoped Nyx’s saw the little nicks he got from weaving, or fishing, or playing in Altissia as well. He was scared once, when the arching Lichtenberg lines appeared on his body one day. He calmed himself by remembering that if it scarred, his soul mate lived. 

It wasn’t much longer after that his mother got sick. Scars and bruises started happening from him trying to help her, finding shady work. Then she died, and he ran away, and things got worse. He remembered lying in the gutter after the merchant beat him. Sad that he’d never get to meet his match, but relieved the crisscrossing lines wouldn’t mar their back. 

Then Weskham found him, and the wounds healed into ugly scars. He was relieved they wouldn’t pain the other like they did him. He started moving on, learning to fit in his father’s home. Putting the thought of his soulmate out of his mind. He still dated older men and women though, still retaining the hope he’d meet them one day. 

It ended up being a sparring session in the Glaive headquarters where he first saw it. He was coming in to see new recruits, to get some work done. Then over their, Nyx Ulric in no shirt. He touched his chest as he saw the familiar burn, and winced when Nyc turned and he saw something he had more intimate experience with. He’s apparently been staring, because he’s surprised when Nyx addresses him. 

“Yeah,” He answered, voice tight. “a few times. Sorry about the big one, I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought.”

He cuts himself off and gestures to his own back. to make it clear which scar he means. 

“You uh, want to get some food after?”

[ardynzunia]

💋

Arctus had lost a man in the middle of healing him. It had happened before of course, though he never admitted it. But this time something in him snapped. So as soon as he got back into the city he submitted a report and then found the nearest dive bar to get wasted in. He didn't want to be in the Citadel right now, didn't want to be where his dad or brother could find him. Just wanted to drown his sorrows for a bit a forget the whole thing.

When a tall, fit man came in a couple hours later he figured being in a different bed for the night might be good too. He pulled the man down for a quick and messy kiss, only to groan when he saw the face of the stranger.

"Shit," He muttered. "Suppose it's too much to hope you won't tell Regis, huh?"

[ardynzunia]

@battlexfodder  from here  In general, Luche had lost much of the respect he'd ever had for the royals and nobility of Insomnia over the years he'd worked there. Prince Arctus wasn't nearly as bad as the others, though. He actually gave a shit about the Glaives and the refugees, which earned him a lot of points in Luche's book.

Even so, he'd somehow expected the prince wasn't the sort to have gotten into many fights in  his life. Which was why he paused, catching sight of scars across his skin when Arctus was changing.

Luche turned his back to him to let him finish changing, not mentioning the scars. "When you're ready, the car is waiting outside," he said instead. He was supposed to escort Arctus out beyond the wall to heal some people.

Arctus didn’t miss Luche’s gaze when they lingered along the patchwork of stripes across his back. There were other scars too, from scuffles in Altissia and from defending himself on the field when he was helping Glaives. But the ones on the back were usually the eye catchers. He imagined it was a surprise to Luche too most Glaives who came after he was adopted didn’t know he was from Altissia, in spite the remaining accent. 

He appreciated the man not asking though. It wasn’t a huge surprise from a glaive, but he knew Luche didn’t have a high opinion of the royals. Not that Arctus thought he was wrong to. He got comfortable in the passengers seat and gave Luche a look. He should tell him right? Man deserved to know he’d be looking out for dangers on both sides when healing, after all. 

“A merchant in Altissia took a belt to me,” He explained as they started driving out. “I was homeless for about three years after mom died, before Dad’s people found me. Hence the whole ‘Refugee Prince’ Title.” 

He flourished his hand lazily to emphasize how ridiculous the name was. He supposed the last bit would be a risk. Luche no longer liking him because his work with Glaives and refugees was because he was one before. Drop him right back down to “selfish prince”. It wasn’t wrong exactly either, considering the amount of spite that came with it. He definitely enjoyed the nobilities anger a little *too* much.