#so Noct's is last to be found

[zeroth-writes]

Healing Red -Noctis Lucis Caelum-

masterlist | request

Prompt: i have a request bout noct where the reader is a white magician, however her powers turn red n strong when shes angry or sad (like scarlet witch), that happens sumtimes and then, when noct is in great danger, she cant control it and unleashes a massive amount of power and saves him, the rest is up to u :)

Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum / Reader

Summary:

Word Count: 900 A/N: I haven’t seen the wandavision series or anything else besides the main marvel movies, so the beginning scene is kinda ‘inspired’ from the age of ultron movie.

For a split second, your heart stopped. In front of you was Noctis, lying face down in the dirt. A Yojimbo stood over him. His sword raised far over and behind his head, ready to strike the fallen prince.

Your muscles exhausted from the endless battle. All attempts to stand quickly halted. Either by an enemy striking you or your own body giving out.

You glance up just in time to see the deamons sword begin it’s long decent down. From your position on the ground your arm reaches forward, hoping to summon a barrier or something protective. 

Yet nothing happened.

Your body ached with each movement you made. Even the attempt to use magic drained all the energy you had.

With your last bit of strength you managed to pull yourself up to your knees. Head hung low, long panicked breaths. With one final burst of energy, you let out a scream.

Nothing else could be heard over the loud screech released from your mouth. Around you the enemies begin to fall. Their weapons and armor hitting the ground with a loud clank of metal slamming against various materials and objects.

Once the noise you were creating stopped, Everything went dark.

♡♡♡♡♡

For what felt like hours, you felt yourself slipping in and out of consciousness. Drifting into the darkness only to feel yourself constantly being moved. Body carried in someone arms, resting on a leather seat, gently placed on a soft sofa.

Slowly you begin to wake up. The silent void replaced with distant. Voices became clearer as words started to connect. You were able to recognize the tones and place them to a person. Ignis.

“I’m not sure on their situation. They’ve been out since we found them.” For a minute he was silent before speaking again. “Yes. I’ll keep you updated, Goodbye.”

Your heart almost broke at the sad tone within his voice. The royal retainer let out a long sigh, likely pinching the bridge of his nose. Before anymore could be said the sound of a door opening came.

“Any updates?” Ignis asked the new person. “Nope, I’m guessing nothing from you.” A deep voice answered. “They haven’t made a peep since we got them here. Prompto has yet to return.”

A creak filled the room before footsteps became louder then stopped in front of you. A hand found itself on your head while a voice softly whispered to you.

You stir slightly at the contact, causing the person touching you to jump back.

“Y/n” Ignis spoke half worried and half excited. Slowly you begin to open your eyes as they adjust to the bright light surrounding you.

In front of you stood 2 different men, both looking with different expressions. Ignis stood worried as he was unaware of how you were feeling while Gladio was excited with a small smirk resting on his bearded face.

“Glad to see you awake”

Gladio spoke first while moving to sit next to you while Ignis began hounding you with various questions.

A loud gasp caught all of you attention. Turning toward the doorway a smile similar to before spreads across your face. Standing by the opening, still in his winter coat, stood Prompto. Tears filled his eyes as he rushes to you with open arms.

“Does that mean Noct is also awake?” He whispered

You quickly pulled away with a worried and shocked expression. Even though you’ve only been awake for a few minuets, you failed to worry about the missing person.

“What wrong with Noc?” You questioned looking in everyone’s direction for an answer. Simultaneously everyone glanced toward the closed door.

As you walked toward it, reasons began to spill out

“He never woke up. We found the both of you alone in a field. He had wounds all over him. You, not so much but still unconscious.”

You closed your eyes and remembered back to that night. 

You and Noctis surrounded by enemies. You defeat one and two more materialize in its place. Before you knew it, you were completely swarmed. Everywhere you look was covered by the unmistakable purple haze of a deamon. 

While they weren’t attacked you physically. The magic usage itself was tiring enough to make it difficult to stand on your own.

Soon you fall to your knees in exhaustion, causing all but a handful of enemies to turn their attention towards Noctis - who is just as exhausted as you.

As the hoard of enemies begin to clear away from the prince, you glance up to see the damage only to see him lying on the ground.

Your eyes snap open at the memory of your power blast filling your head. Your heart begins to ache once you realize, you did this to him. Not only did you kill the the enemies, you also hurt the one you were trying to protect and save.

In a rush, you hurl yourself on the floor to kneel in front of the sleeping prince. You hand clasps around his. The other stood back with a confused look resting on their faces at your sudden outburst.

That shocked turned to amazement as both your hands and his begin to glow and red hue. Silent filled the room as everyone observed your actions from a distance.

The long silent finally lifted as a long groan filled the room as Noctis sat up rubbing his head.

[pawnshopsouls]

Soulstice Beacon: Hauntings in the Darklands

After assessing the haunting and setting runes across all of the living quarters, Salem climbed what was left of the stone trolls whose bodies made up the cavern of the crucible.

"Careful Salem!" Bonely called, his tail swaying anxiously as his brother climbed.

"Workin' on it," Salem called back and continued his climb.

The caster had wanted Salem to ride Lucious or Ezma, maybe to just stand on their heads as they lifted him up to the empty skulls fused to the Darkland stone. Of course, he'd been unnerved by the pair, worried that one false move and he'd be eaten. So instead of using the nyarlagroths to help, he'd used straps and leather to make a harness like those of human rock climbers.

Bonely shook his head at the effort his brother put into avoiding his nyarlagroths, and looked up as the taller troll let out a sound of triumph.

"Found it!" Salem called down and set an anchor hook around one of the skeletons' tusks. Testing it for stability, Salem put another anchor in the skull's jaw cavity, just in case before starting his etching around its eye socket.

He tapped his chisel against petrified bone, murmuring each word and syllable he made as he set up his ward. Filled with the magic of his breath, each mark glowed a soft blue, illuminating the next symbol until a ring of them glowed around the eye socket. The blue of his magic faded as he finished the ring, nodding with satisfaction at his work.

He then pulled a paper from his satchel, pressing it to back of the skull's eye socket. On the page was a circle of holes, dots which Salem used to mark the a dotted circle with chalk and begin his work chiselling a smaller socket within.

Bonely paced around anxiously and paused only as Ezma lowered her head, trying to sooth him with the vibrations of her teeth and maybe a little slime from her tongue. Bonely pat the side of her large head and looked up at Salem.

"If he falls, yeh catch him, a'right?" he said, pushing the thought to his steeds' mind. She'd catch him and carry him just like she would her own eggs, the younger troll being just as precious to him as his own life.

The nyarlagroth rumbled and a feeling of understanding passed through between their magic bond.

"A'right," Bonely said at last. "Salem! I'm gonna check on Gunmar. If anythin' happens, Ezma will catch yeh and bring yeh down safely. 'n' if she doesn't, the thralls will."

Salem grimaced on his spot on the wall, the thought of being caught by either making him shudder. "A'right, Bonely," he said and waved briefly before getting back to work.

Bonely nodded and gave quick orders to the crucible guards to have a safety net ready just in case. The heirs had done stupid stuff like this before and he'd made sure to train the guards in catching the whelps in their safety net. With everything in place, the caster trundled off, looking for his bond while his brother worked.

Reaching in and out of his side satchel for the tools he needed, Salem carefully carved a smooth, round socket. Around the hole was a smaller duplicate of the runes he'd carved into the eye socket, Setting his tools in his bag, he pulled out a backcloth-covered orb and drew away its cover, revealing the Soulstice stone he'd made all those years ago. The stone gleamed in his hand like a star pulled from the night sky. He smiled and held it up to the socket he'd carved.

It fit!

Pulling pressing it into the shallow depression, Salem pulled out a spiked, molded ring of silver and steel, and pressed it into the holes remaining around the socket. The ring fit around orb, its anchors fitting around the depression in the socket. Securing the Soulstince stone, Salem chanted a short, powerful spell, sealing the orb to the socket.

"Lux in tenebris et nocte alta; "Reduc spiritus ad lucem. "Custodi eos in itinere "ad fpiritum mundum."

The stone's glow flared into a brilliant light, causing Salem turn away as the beacon was set. Runes set across the darklands gleamed to life as well as a network of clerical wards flared to life. Wards of safety and protection glowed across the darklands, each one repelling ill-willed ghosts toward the Soulstice stone.

The Crucible guards gazed up in wonder and confusion at the sight. It was a brilliant display and soon the shine settled into a strong glow, the skeleton's socket glowing like the eye of their underlord.

Slowly and carefully, Salem made his way down, and startled when Bonely's tooth worm nudged under him, supporting him with her jutted teeth. He swallowed uneasily. "Eh.. Good tooth worm, nice tooth worm."

He slowed his descent, each move carefully supported by the giant land eel until he reached the bottom. The giant creature rumbled at him, licking him with her slimy tongue before slithering down one of the gated holes in the ground.

Salem shuddered and looked over at the guards.

"A'right, beacon's in place. Spooks of all sorts will be drawn teh it 'n' once they reach it, it'll be the next life fer them. The wards I put up should also be active, so no bad or harmful spirits should be able teh enter those places either. If anythin' happens teh the Soulstice stone up there," he paused and pointed to the skull's eye socket. "Yeh tell Bonely 'n' let me know. That took a lot teh make, so I don't want that thing lost. I the mean time... I think I need a rest."

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Prompto/Ignis Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

third time's the charm by greyskiesblack - Rated T

The last thing Prompto expects when he finds a Mr Flopsy toy is a date, but that's exactly what he gets.

For What It's Worth by saisei - Rated T

Genetically engineered clones weren't made to live long. When Prompto finds out he has just months to live, he calls Ignis. Ignis will know what to do.

Come Find Me by saisei - Rated T

Prompto sees Ignis' soul-light the moment they first meet; Ignis doesn't. Prompto knows that not everyone's guaranteed a happy life with their soul-partner, but he's glad to be able to be friends. He doesn't mind knowing he can never have more.

i saw you in the stars by chthonicheart - Rated T

To: Noctis 11:02 AM did i happen to get married to anyone last night? To: Noctis 11:02 AM particularly, ignis?

The Train by Selador - Rated T

Someone summons daemons in the middle of the train in Insomnia, and Ignis isn't sure if he wants to date the blond guy who helps out or recruit him. Fortunately, he's good at multitasking.

Momentum by Asidian - Rated T

Just the sight of him, standing there holding a cup of coffee, barrels through Prompto's brain like a puppy excited about going out for a walk – and before he even realizes what he's doing, he's fumbling for the camera. He snaps five shots, in quick succession: Ignis looking into the distance, expression soft and preoccupied. Ignis lifting the coffee. Ignis with his lips on the rim, taking a tentative taste. Ignis closing his eyes as though to savor it. Ignis with his eyes open again, looking directly toward the camera. Wait, thinks Prompto, as the last one burrows its way into his thoughts and starts setting off alarm bells. What?

Dragon Blush by Selador - Rated G

Dragons always protect their hoard.

You Say Rotato (and I Say I Love You) by lithos_saeculum - Rated G

Prompto, brainwashed by late-night infomercials, starts buying Ignis useless kitchen gadgets. Surely this can't end well. Or can it?

until you make me move by taizi - Rated T

This moment is one Ignis will keep until it sits in his memory the way Prompto’s camera sits in his hands; well-loved and weathered from being picked up and admired over and over and over again.

How to Break a Deal With the Devil by ohmyfae - Rated T

Prompto Argentum was cursed at birth by a bored trickster god, giving him inhuman, glowing red eyes. His curse earned him censure and ostracism from the town in which he grew up, but he stubbornly refused the god every time he appeared to offer Prompto a wager as a way out.

Then Prompto met Ignis Scientia, a blind traveler from Insomnia with secrets of his own, and with their burgeoning friendship, Prompto found that he suddenly had much more to lose...

Hold Me Tight, Or Don't by countingpaperstars - Rated T

It was then that he saw him - the most gorgeous person he’d ever laid eyes on, leaning against the bar and laughing openly at something his friend next to him was saying. His hair was spiked up, like many of the other patrons', and he’d somehow squeezed into the tightest pair of jeans ever created, a purple coeurl-print shirt stretched across his broad shoulders like sin.   In which Prompto finally meets Noctis' advisor Ignis, but to both of their surprise, they've met before.

The Short Double-Life Of Ignis Scientia by ohmyfae - Rated T

Ignis Scientia has promised Noct that he'll go out and meet his new friend, Prompto Argentum. Just for an afternoon, of course, to make sure that the strange, disconcertingly cheerful teenager is truly everything he seems to be.

Eight hours later, Ignis is sitting in Clarus Amicitia's office, covered in glitter and body paint. How the hell did it end up like this?

Mutually Exclusive, Collectively Exhaustive by whimsicottly - Rated G

“Give it to me straight. Does Ignis hate me?” “Yep,” Noctis says. “Wait, what?!” Prompto struggles to not fall out of his chair. It takes him a second to recompose himself. “I mean, of course! I knew that.” “That explains why he watches out for you in battle, takes the time to learn about your interests, and makes excuses to spend time with you,” Noctis, the traitor, continues. “Good job figuring it out.” “When you put it that way… “

If the Strain Proves too Much by saltslimes - Rated T

Prompto knows, on some sort of principle, that Ignis will not kill him. Consciously, unconsciously, whatever. But practice and principle are two different things.

[prompreg17]

Please part twoneeds to be made lol please

;-) Part 1 An hour later found Ignis in the throws of labor, far earlier than any birthing book or medical website had informed him labor would progress. Ignis was someone who planned meticulously, and he’d done a great deal of research into childbirth with every spare moment he’d had over the entirety of his pregnancy. He knew about the differences between Braxton Hicks contractions and the real thing, he knew the stages of labor and how things would progress, he knew how to time contractions and prepare for active labor. But despite his research, in the face of the real thing he felt wholly out of his element—not that any amount of research could have prepared him for the reality of giving birth in a chocobo stable in the middle of a storm while his partners were well out of reach.

There had been no obvious signs of early labor before his three companions left him at the post—and now here he was, a scant few hours later, with his water broken and his contractions coming so closely together he could barely breathe.

Another contraction washed across him, so strong he could no longer hold back a shout of pain. The noise unsettled the chocobo, who fretted and shifted around him with anxious energies to match his own, but whose movements were background to Ignis’ discomfort.

Pressure was mounting between his legs, so suddenly and urgently Ignis allowed his thighs to fall open as if he might push right then and there, despite his surroundings and the fact that his pants were still firmly in place. Without meaning to, he whimpered, and blindly reached a hand beside him as if someone might he waiting there. A name was on his tongue, but even he did not know which, even as half a syllable slipped out in desperation before he viciously bit his lip to contain it.

He was shaking when the contraction passed, enough that his fingers were uncoordinated as he brought them to the zipper of his pants and tugged it down. He should have removed his pants the moment contractions started, but he’d been foolishly holding on to the hope that Noct, Gladio and Prompto would arrive before any undressing was necessary. He’d miscalculated, trusted too much in research and data for something as unpredictable as childbirth.

“Alright,” he whispered aloud to no one but the chocobo, who chattered overhead. "I should have known this child would be as impatient as their fathers."

With his hands trembling and his pants still soaked, it was difficult work removing them. He struggled so long another contraction overcame him before he’d managed to maneuver the damp denim over the curve of his buttocks.

Ignis lost count of contractions. All he knew was pain and pressure and the slow drag of wet denim across sensitive skin, the progress of it so slow that Ignis could feel the burn of a head against his vaginal opening by the time he’d rucked the thick fabric around his ankles. When his legs were finally bare, they sprung apart of their own accord and the burning between them increased so intensely that Ignis threw his head back into the downy body behind him and screamed.

As the next contraction came, practically on top of the last, Ignis tucked his chin to his breast and pushed as if he were in the middle of battle, so forcefully he felt the head, and then the shoulders and body pass in one quick, brutal motion. With the baby came a new flood of liquid, and then a sense of calm Ignis had never experienced before, the rush of it so sudden and relieving he felt dizzy with it. Dazed, Ignis reached down and pulled the squirming bundle to his chest. Around him, the chocobo squirmed and called, excited by the commotion. Ignis was trembling with shock and cold, but the chocobo were warm. They preened his hair and nuzzled at his head and cheeks as he pulled open his shirt and wrapped the fabric over his baby’s wet, ruddy skin.

The wailing of a human infant could not have been pleasant for the birds, but they remained in place despite the disturbance.  Grateful and exhausted, with the shock and adrenaline slowly dissipating, Ignis settled back against his companions and resigned himself to wait. Well, then. Perhaps the babe got a bit of impatience from him, too.

[shadowreader23]

Final Fantasy Replay part 2

It was time to head to Golden Quay. Noctis mentally prepared himself as he got in the regallia not noticing the concerned look on Gladios face. He woukd be meeting Ardyn face to face for the first time. Shoulf he act as he did the first time? Should he be a bit more friendly to Ardyn? Woukd he be able to hild hinself back? He understood ardyn now and he knew why the man had done what he did bit that didnt mean noctos had to forgive him for all the pain and suffering he had caused. All this overthinking was giving noctis a headache. 

"Noct?"

Huh. He must have beem to lost in his thoughts to hear the question prompto asked

"Sorry prompto could you say that again?"

"I asked if we coukd stop here to take a photo with the chocobos" promoto smiled.

Right the chocobos. Prompto loved the animals. They did this the first time around as well.

"Of course" Noctos smiled as ignis stopped the car and they walked over to the group of wild chocobos prompto had spotted. Noctos missed seeing his friend like this. So young, happy and carefree this was the prompto he wanted to save. They stayed for around an hour as prompto got his photos and they sat down taking a short break and sharing some of the snacks they had packed for the journey. They hadnt done this the first time around.... it was nice but ended all to fast. They got back into the Regallia and finished their trip to Golden Quay. ___________

Ignis pulled into the parking spot with a sigh. Golden qualy finally they had arrived.  He was still concerned about Noctis. While he hadnt had anymore episodes he still seemed off. Ihnis just hoped the prince wasnt attempting to conceal an illness of some kind. He refilled the regallia while Noctis amd prompto had a chat looking at the beach.

"You're worried about him as well" Gladio said knowingly recognising the look that meant ignis was deep in thought.

"Yes hes been off ever since the incident" Ignis pondered

"Maybe the crystal triggered something?" Gladio suggested

Finished filling the regallia ignis paid and they proceeded down the bridge to the restaurant. __________

"If you're here to catch the ship im afraid your out of luck"

That voice. Ardyn. Ardyn. Noctis took a deep breath to keep his cool and decided to go off script slightly.

"Why's that?" He asked playing the part of spoiled prince

"No ships in or out on order of niffleheim" ardyn rolled a coin between his fingers before throwing it at noctis who caugh it. "You can use it on your travels" then Ardyn walked away. Very short very breif encounter he didnt attack ardyn or yell at him mayve he could do this after all.

In the relm of the Astrals Shiva smiled.

"We should check anyway" Ignis said and lead the group through the restaurant to the dock where sure enough there was no boat in sight. Dino was sat there but after they found out about the boat Noct decided they wouldnt go on his silly quest and instead they spend the afternoon doing hunts. They needed to get stronger and soon. So they backtracked to the chocobo ranch and took care of the monster in the area meaning they could now rent out chocobos and they all got some practice in. Noctis had really held back he was readjusting to fighting the way he used to it was just taking a while he was happy the arminger followed him back though it would save him so much time by not having to find all the royal tombs.

After dealing with the Monster they hedded back to Golden QUay and spent the night in the luxury room. It would be the last time they had such fine accomidations for a while.

As soon as his head hit the pillow Noct was out like a light. He had a room of his own but decided Prompto could share with him and Ignis and Gladio could share the other room.

Prompto was going to feel loved this time. He was going to know noctis was his friend no matter what and the even though he was a MT noctis didnt care. Prompto was his friend and deserved so much better than he got last time around.

_______ "Prompto had no idea why Noctis was suddenly acting a lot nicer to him but he didnt mind. The prince was less angry and standoffish agreed to his photo ideas and was more than happy to listen to him talk about chocobos and help take photos with him and now instead of sharring with gladio and iggy he was here sharing with noctis! The prince had insisted. What had happend? How had he got so lucky? Were he and Noctis best friends after all? How had that happend? When had that happend and how hadnt he noticed?

The bed really was comfy..... with that thought prompto also fell asleep.

______ Anyone want Part 3?

[darksaiyangoku]

RWBY x FFXV: Last Request

Sequel to:

It had been a week since the Battle of Haven and Noctis, Jaune, Sun and Ren were gathered together in the house. Weiss and Neptune were out on a date, which left the boys together with Ruby, Yang, Blake and Nora. All four of them were engrossed in the game, Remnant. Jaune chuckled, amused.

Noctis: Hm? What's up, Jaune?

Jaune: Nothing. I'm just watching the chaos unfold between the girls. It's kinda cute.

Yang: Ha! I win again!

Nora: No way! You totally cheated!

Ren: ...you have a very weird defition of 'cute'.

Sun: Aw lay off, Ren. He's just lovestruck.

Jaune: *chuckles* You're not wrong. Seeing them over there reminds me of what we're fighting for; peace on Remnant. *turns to the boys* But the Battle in Haven got me thinking. Before we take on Salem, is there anything you'd like to do one last time with the girls?

Sun: Umm... well, I haven't really thought of it.

Ren: Me neither. I've been so focused preparing for Haven that I didn't even consider what would come after that.

Jaune: What about you, Noct?

Noctis: *turns to Ruby and sighs* 🎵Slow down, lie down. Remember it's just you and me.🎵

Jaune: 🎵Don't sell out, bow out. Remember how this used to be.🎵

Sun: 🎵I just want you closer, is that alright?🎵

Ren: 🎵Baby let's get closer, tonight.🎵

Jaune/Noctis: 🎵Grant my last request and just let me hold you! Don't shrug your shoulders, lay down beside me!🎵

Sun/Ren: 🎵Sure I can accept that we're going nowhere! But one last time let's go there, lay down beside me, oh!🎵

Sun: 🎵And I've found that I'm bound to wander down that one-way road, oh.🎵

Ren: 🎵And I realized all about your lies. But I'm no wiser than the fool that I was before🎵

Noctis: 🎵I just want you closer, is that alright?🎵

Jaune: 🎵Baby let's get closer, tonight🎵

Jaune/Sun: 🎵Grant my last request and just let me hold you! Don't shrug your shoulders, lay down beside me!🎵

Noctis/Ren: 🎵And sure I can accept that we're going nowhere! But one last time let's go there, ooh, lay down beside me, oh!🎵

Noctis/Jaune: 🎵Baby, baby, baby🎵

Sun/Ren: 🎵Tell me how can, how can this be wrong?🎵

Noctis: 🎵Grant my last request and just let me hold you🎵

Jaune: 🎵Don't shrug your shoulders, lay down beside me🎵

Sun: 🎵Sure I can accept that we're going nowhere🎵

Ren: 🎵But one last time let's go there, lay down beside me🎵

Noctis/Jaune/Sun/Ren: 🎵Grant my last request and just let me hold you! Don't shrug your shoulders, lay down beside me! And sure I can accept that we're going nowhere But one last time let's go there, lay down beside me!🎵

Noctis: 🎵Oh, woah-oh! Yeah, lay down beside... One last time let's go there, lay down beside me.🎵 *deep breath* I think that's what I'd like to do. Just hold Ruby in my arms.

Sun: *sniffs* That's beautiful, man!

Jaune: Mmhmm!

Ren: *ahem* So, uh, now that we got that out of our system, why don't we head down to the White Kitsune for some drinks?

Noctis: Sounds like a great idea. Come on, first round's on me!

Jaune/Sun: Yeah!

As the boys left, the girls were left with bright red blushes and their cards lay on the table forgotten.

Yang: *hands over her mouth* ...did that really just happen?

Nora: *slowly nods head* ...uh huh.

Blake: ...*smiling slightly* wow.

Ruby: ... *whispers* you're wonderful, Noct.

[aoife-asturmaux]

Thrillseeker

Ended up with many more pics that I liked from this shoot than usual, ehehe

Have had Noct's outfit since the last time the event ran but never found a use for the shirt, so I wanted to try making something with it! I ended up incorporating the Paglth'an pants as another piece I've had for ages and hadn't used.

I don't know what the vibe is with this look but I really dig it - so much so that I went and swapped her hair back to early to rise for real after taking these lmao. we'll see how long before i swap back to fluffy again, but at least I know this glam also looks good with fluffy hair...

[themousefromfantasyland]

The Creatures of Yuletide: The Lost Christmas Goddess

This is my last Creatures of Yuletide of the year, so I decided to finish with something huge, an ancient winter goddess that had her feast day exactly on Christmas day and whose influence can still be felt to this day. This goddess has many names and many forms across the Alpine Region, but for sake of clarity, I will refer to her as Holda.

Holda is a figure associated with motherhood, winter, and spinning and weaving. Stories and myths about her spread across Germany, Austria, and Switzerland, usually involving her being both an angelic presence and a demonic force, rewarding the good and punishing the wicked. The anthropologist and archaeologist Marija Gimbutas believes she was the Germanic supreme goddess and is older than the Germanic pantheon, including deities like Odin, Thor, and Loki. She also says:

"[Holda] holds dominion over death, the cold darkness of winter, caves, graves and tombs in the earth….but also receives the fertile seed, the light of midwinter, the fertilized egg, which transforms the tomb into a womb for the gestation of new life."

With the Christianization of Europe, myths and stories about her survived in the countryside and as folk stories.

Jacob Grimm, of the Brothers Grimm fame, in his seminal work 'Teutonic Mythology', described her basic characteristics:

��In popular legends and nursery tales, frau Holda (Hulda, Holle, Hulle, frau Holl) appears as a superior being, who manifests a kind and helpful disposition towards men, and is never cross except when she notices disorder in household affairs. […]

From what traditions has still preserved for us, we gather the following characteristics. Frau Holle is represented as a being of the sky, begirdling the earth: when it snows, she is making her bed, and the feathers of it fly. She stirs up snow, as Donar does rain: the Greeks ascribe the production of snow and rain to their Zeus: so that Holda comes before us a goddess of no mean rank. [...]

Another point of resemblance is, that she drives about in a waggon. She has a linchpin put in it by a peasant whom she met; when he picked up the chips, they were gold. Her annual progress, which like those of Herke and Berhta, is made to fall between Christmas and Twelfth-day, when the supernatural has sway, and wild beasts like the wolf are not mentioned by their names, brings fertility to the land. Not otherwise does 'Derk with the boar,' that Freyr of the Netherlands (p. 214), appear to go his rounds and look after the ploughs. At the same time Holda, like Wuotan, can also ride on the winds, clothed in terror, and she, like the god, belongs to the 'wutende heer.''

The Brothers Grimm also collected a tale about her in which she appears as Frau Holle, and it can be found here. Resuming, an abused stepchild loses a spindle in the well and jumps there to get it back, only to find herself in the magical realm of a kind woman named Frau Holle that has the power of making snow in the real world when she shakes her featherbed pillows.

The girl does the household chores for the old woman and is rewarded by returning to the real world with a shower of gold and the spindle which had fallen into the well.

Jealous, the stepmother sends her biological daughter to try the same, but the girl is so unhelpful that Frau Holle sends her back with a shower of pitch.

Basically, Frau Holle is the female version of Morozko.

Holda is associated with many of the evergreen plants that appear during the Yule season, especially mistletoe and holly, and she had her feast day on December 25, Christmas day.

An early-13th-century text listing superstitions states that "In nocte nativitatis Christi ponunt regina celi quam dominam Holdam vulgus appelat, ut eas ipsa adiuvet.” This text, an Aberglaubenverzeichnis (a common late-medieval and early modern genre), was compiled in the years 1236–1250 by Rudolph, a Cistercian monk. Translating, it states the following:

"In the night of Christ's Nativity they set the table for the Queen of Heaven, whom the people call Frau Holda, that she might help them".

Hulda was known as a goddess of women, which eventually tied her to magic and witchcraft, and she is specifically called out in the Canon Episcopi, written around the fourth century. Those who honored her were required, as faithful Catholics, to do penance. The treatise reads, in part:

"Have you believed there is some female, whom the stupid vulgar call Holda ... who is able to do a certain thing, such that those deceived by the devil affirm themselves by necessity and by command to be required to do, that is, with a crowd of demons transformed into the likeness of women, on fixed nights to be required to ride upon certain beasts, and to themselves be numbered in their company? If you have performed participation in this unbelief, you are required to do penance for one year on designated fast-days.”

Holda was widely mentioned in catalogs of superstitions and sermons during the 15th century, and in the 16th, being equated with other female figures like Diana, and Herodias, the princess that asked for John Baptist’s head.

Her motherhood aspect also is used to link her with the Virgin Mary, and she is the goddess to whom children who died as infants go.

Holiday figures like the witch Frau Perchta from the Alpine Region, and the witch La Befana from Italian folklore, both associated with Epiphany, the feast that celebrates the visit of the Three Wise men, are sometimes linked back to her.

This holiday season, I hope this ancient winter goddess blesses you all and brings a reward for all the good you put out to the world this year. Happy holidays my friends.

@ariel-seagull-wings @thealmightyemprex @tamisdava2 @princesssarisa

[cloggedarteri]

♡midnight thoughts i wanna share with you good people

♡i love putting the characters i love in shitty situations so hear me out okay but like what if ignis is pursuing higher education (b/c he's a go-getter and he wanna add as many qualifications he can to his resume) and the boys and regis are completely supportive of his decision and try to encourage him to prioritize his studies and fully immerse himself in college life so he does. ignis gets the full experience. he gets the late night studying and the overwhelming feeling of loneliness and the over-caffeinated anxiety and the shitty dorms with even shitter roommates (emphasis on the shitty roommate). ignis' roommate isnt shitty in the sense that they leave a plate unattended for too long or are inconsiderate of their shared space no. this particualar roommate is shitty because they're a lil pervert that likes to watch ignis whenever hes in the same room, likes to raid through his dirty laundry when ignis is gone, likes to sift through his dressers to find belongings they could 'bond' over in conversation and every time ignis turns his attention to them they're able to avoid suspicion but in his gut ignis knows that something is wrong. so ignis starts to distance himself, he starts to spend more time off campus and commute to school even if the travel is inconvenient but there are times when he needs to be on campus and thats when the roommate gets their long-awaited fix of iggy musk (ew). a few days before a school break the boys come down to campus to help take ignis' things before they steal him away for a trip so before he finishes up his reports in the library ignis hands his room key to gladio (he loves noct and prom but they cant be trusted w/ key) and upon opening the door to the dorm they see the roommate rummaging through ignis' luggage and when they notice that they have company they try to use the excuse of trying to find something he'd misplaced. the boys are on edge but prompto tries to smooth it over by asking if he'd found what he was looking for and the only answer he gets is this sly smile that grows on their face along with a nod in confirmation. gladio goes to take some of the bags back to the car but wordlessly orders the boys to still in the room with the roommate and as they try to engage in conversation with them they can't ignore the weird feeling they get, not only have they found the roommate in a compromising position but they spoke rather possessively of ignis. like 'i hope you're not keeping him for too long' and 'i wouldn't know what id do without him' ya know little comments that when said in normal context wouldn't be too concerning but when you find someone digging in your friends luggage you can't help but worry about their intentions. when gladio comes back for the last bag ignis accompanies him chattering and laughing at whatever nonsense gladio's talking about (my boy missed his found family so much omg), ready to start their trip but he stops in his tracks when he sees the roommate in the room and hes surprised because he could have sworn they'd been expelled. ignis asks 'why did you come back?' and the roommate says "to see you" and they just stare. okay, im done torturing ignis now.  by the end of their trip the boys find out the roommates had been arrested for stalking, harassment, and a slew of other violations. 

[glaivenoct]

glaivenoct's NyxNoct Snippets

Hi friends!! The last time I shared a snippet of my current WIP, life was kicking my ass :D and guess what, it still is :) BUT I'm still trying to progress through a very overdue prompt request, and I'm pretty happy with what I've done in the last two days. So I'm taking it as an excuse to share.

I have no time frame whatsoever of when this might be completed, but I'm working on it when I can. Have an intense Nyx! --

There’s a certain part of the medical wing that’s reserved for royalty. Bigger rooms that are furnished more comfortably to emulate typical Citadel bed chambers. Nyx knows he’s found the right one when he finds a pair of guards posted at the entrance of a long hall. There’s double doors at the end of it and two more guards posted right in front of them. He exhales and then swallows, forcing himself to fake the guise of a confident soldier. He straightens his spine, proceeding with hurried, powerful footsteps down the hall.

“Halt, glaive.” One of the guards says firmly, stepping forward to stop him. “What’s your business here?”

Nyx clenches his jaw. He doesn’t have time for this.

“Reporting for duty,” he answers. “I’ve been assigned to Prince Noctis’ medical chambers.”

“The hell do we need a glaive up here for.” The man says skeptically, and if Nyx had an inch less of self control right now, he’d start mouthing off.

“You can ask King Regis. He’s the one who requested me.”

“Requested?” The guard cackles in his face. Nyx slowly grinds his teeth back and forth against each other. “Now why would his Majesty request a glaive like you up to his Highness’ personal medical chambers?”

If you keep me even a second longer from Noctis, I swear to each and every god…

Nyx glares at the man. If it weren’t for the way both guards are looking at him, as if he's an insignificant speck, he would give them the benefit of the doubt. He would tell himself they’re simply being good guards, doing their due diligence of keeping the Crown safe. Of keeping Noctis safe. Of course they need to be suspicious of Nyx and his intentions.

Except, that’s not what this is about at all. It’s as infuriatingly senseless as the actions that could've taken Noctis’ life. It’s the worst time to give a damn about something as petty as status, glaives vs. guards, and all that other superiority complex bullshit. If only they knew.

They’ll never understand how far Nyx’s devotion to Noct goes beyond his Kingsglaive badge. They don’t know that the King has an idea of how far it goes. They don’t know what Nyx is willing to do right now if it means no one’s standing in the way of him seeing Noctis.

For Nyx’s own sake, it’s best they don’t know, but that’s nowhere near pressing enough for him to resist the command on the tip of his tongue.

“Get out of my way.”

"Excuse me?" The guards both look at each other, scoffing together before the one in front looks back at Nyx with a challenge in his eye.

“What, you need me to say it slower for you or something? Get out of my way.”

“Listen here, glaive - ”

“Do forgive me,” a familiar, tired but regal voice says from behind, suddenly turning both guards stiff before falling into a bow. Nyx had been so caught up in his own frustration that he didn’t hear the steady clank of a cane he hears now. Nor the extra click of the King’s knee brace. “I got so caught up in everything else that I neglected to inform the guards.”

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askbox is always open for NyxNoct things!!

[operaghostnocturne]

Hello! Regulus here.

You may be wondering where I've been.

Stuck in the depression cycle.

Long story short, a combination of Art School Bullshit, Covid, an abusive boss, and no job or housing security, led to a pretty bad mental health situation. Plus moving back in with my parents. Not a safe living environment for me, but I didn't really have a choice. Cuz I wanted to try mental health meds, and have a history of intrusive thoughts. In the unalive direction.

My intrusive thoughts are the boy with the horn. And I am the girl covering her ears.

I ended up in a pretty bad burnout too. I ended up stuck in a very judgemental and harsh mental state when I did art. Mostly due to art school bullshit. Lotta teachers and students ragged on my work for being digital, and DnD esc. I ended up internalizing a bunch of what people said. It's been a slow journey getting back to even being able to do sketches.

So! 4 meds, one service dog, consistent therapy, and a better living situation, I'm starting to get back to the point where I can do art again. Woo!

So what about this project? Well! I'm still a Phantom of the Opera Nerd. I actually went to the Broadway Production last February before it closed. That was amazing. Anywho, I absolutely want to continue working on this!

Buuuuut. There's been a slight shift in the way I am thinking about it, and want to do it. As in. What if Phantom of the Opera? But in Dungeons and Dragons?

I'm currently throwing the idea of making a short campaign/one shot out of this story. Or writing something based on DND elements.

A thing to note: I'm not 100% back. I'm working on this, and also trying to deal with wildly fluctuating mental health states. I'm also working on other things. See my main blog for my obsession with Critical Role and Avatar (Cameron.) I'll share sketches if I make them.

Mostly just wanted to let you guys know I'm still alive and haven't forgotten about this project.

Thanks for reading.

Here is a picture of the aforementioned service dog. Her name is Tarot Moondrop Esmeralda Phoenix Shinobi Blused-Marshmallow Diva Cooper. Nocturne (pronounced noct turn neigh. Cuz I only found out recently that that Isn't How that word is pronounced.)

[cakelanguage]

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

You can also read it HERE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until the aircraft showed up. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ignis lazily shook his head. “The bleeding.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You still laughed.”

“It was a pity laugh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I always need you.”

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

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

[librarysrestrictedsection]

Hello, watching Twitter I came across this and I thought that you and other people might be interested, I didn't know this mod existed, I don't know if you knew, I'm still sharing this, you can get the mod on Steam just search Speedo Noctis por Prompto, The creator of this mod also has several other Final Fantasy XV mods, but the one I liked the most apart from this one I'm sharing is Noctis with a black kimono and Noctis with a Victorian suit.

For the people who want to know what Ignis and Prompto were doing in the caravan in the last photo, this is the link to the Twitter post where I found out about this: https://twitter.com/Suiton00_nsfw/status/1706739645898281111?t=BgnNGaVdUg2wQDBlwn75ag&s=19

Seeing this I couldn't help but imagine the headcanon that while the four of them are making the trip, Noctis avoids looking at the semi-naked figure and the cocks of his friends who only wear speedos (he fails miserably) while Gladio, Ignis and Prompto make sexy and lewd poses every chance they can. while they flex their muscles while telling Noctis how good he looks in a kimono 👘 and how this is incredibly useful to hide the bite marks and kisses that are on his body in addition to preventing people from seeing how the semen comes out of his anus (I imagine Gladio saying this to Noctis with a smile while making lewd comments about how it makes him hard to know that he is wearing nothing under his kimono and how he, Prompto and Ignis will have to bother him to clean their cocks from the semen and kept it inside their ass because if their speedos are filled with semen it would be too difficult to explain why their speedos are wet if it hasn't rained and they haven't been to any lake or beach, plus people would notice the stain)

Oh I didn't see this ask pop up in my feed! So sorry about that!

But I am always a fan of the bodyguards were next to nothing while the one they are guarding wearing something to hide what they have done to him. I even have a print of Noct in Cloud's black and blue dress that would be perfect for such a scenario. Because, like you said, it can hide just how debauched he is. While also hiding just how turned on he is.

Maybe the guys also touch themselves and each other to really tease the hell out of Noct for later.

[niaswish]

Coming Home

This is based on an au I introduced in 2020 for the NyxNoct week (Chapter 7 of the Heroic Start by Shiary on AO3).

Rating: Teen +

Warnings: Slightly graphic violence near the end. Implied character deaths.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, implied character deaths, Nyx Ulric/ Noctis Lucis Caleum, eventual fluff, no major character deaths, Dark-ish Nyx, Royalty AU.

Chapter Summary: Nyx and his army returns to their home with the first part of Lucis’ repayment in tow. As they approach the coast of Galahd, Ramuh welcomes them back with a Storm. One that freaks out a certain stubborn Prince. (Day 2: Storm)

The waves rolled high above them, rain pounding on the deck of the ships, and the Galahdians laughed as the Storm welcomed them back home. "You're all crazy!" Nyx smirked at the hiss from his prisoner. The boy was soaked through and looked like a scraggly wet kitten, his stubbornness keeping him outside despite Nyx's repeated offers to go inside. "We're going to capsize and drown!"

Nyx laughed in the face of Lucian ignorance. "If you're scared then feel free to go inside, princeling. This is Ramuh's blessing, our blessing. The Storm won't hurt us so long as we respect it." The princeling's glare showed just what he thought of that. Nyx shrugged and turned his attention back to their arrival.

It wasn't just Ramuh welcoming them back home. The quay was filled with people, waving and cheering loud enough for it to reach them. The rain was too intense to make out who was there but Nyx knew that Selena wouldn't miss their arrival for the world. They would have to head straight to the Reunion Hall to formally announce their victory, and present what they had brought back as initial tribute.

He glanced again at the shivering boy beside him and wondered what the Elders would expect from their Royal claim. The price of Ramuh's blessing on the Founding Oath had been a life from the royal lineage, yet Nyx didn't know how that life would be used. As an Ulric and the leader of the expedition to Insomnia, Nyx could claim the princeling as his own. 

For what though? As fun as watching the spitfire was, Nyx had responsibilities to manage at home. And a spoiled prince was unlikely to be of any help. 

No, better to leave his fate to Ramuh.

Nyx tilted his head to the sky, allowing the rain to calm him down and focus. Prince Noctis was Ramuh's to do as he wished. -Even if the thought made Nyx's chest twinge for some reason.-

-=-=-=

Nyx was putting away the last of his papers when the door opened with a soft chime. He didn't bother looking up as he called out, "Sorry but we're still closed. Come..."

"Nyx." Nyx jerked around to look at the door.

His father was smiling at him, a bag in one hand as he walked over. "I see the preparations for your reopening are going well. I brought a gift to celebrate." King Gaius Ulric handed it to Nyx and watched as he pulled out a bottle of premium Ostium Mango Rhum. Nyx gaped at the gift, quickly opening it to smell its content. 

Gaius chuckled as Nyx wasted no time in pouring some out for both of them. They enjoyed the drink in silence until Nyx put his drink down with a raised brow. "As much as I enjoy the gift and your company, I have a feeling you're not here just to check in on me."

"It's not the only reason no." Gaius admitted with a shrug. "I just received word from your mother about Prince Noctis' fate."

That got Nyx to straighten up. "Ramuh finally decided what to do?"

Gaius nodded. "He is to serve the community until his father has finished paying the reparations Lucis owed." He raised his glass to point at his son with a smirk. "Specifically, Prince Noctis will serve the community by working here, in your bar."

"What?!?!?"

A/N: I rewrote this 3 times! Because Nyx decided that since he was done with his mission, he didn’t have to be ruthless and pragmatic any more. Prince Noct wasn’t going to be his problem for much longer and he just wants to kick back and relax. There goes my outline...

I don’t mind too much since I’m used to my characters going wild and refusing to work with me. Just don’t expected Dark Nyx to appear too often from this point on.

[crackshots-a]

( this is from last year but it's CUTE so we're ANSWERING IT HAPPY BIRTHDAY PROMPTO!!! | @luciscael )

though their friendship didn't begin til later in high school it felt as if noctis had known prompto for years longer. there would be more years to come he hoped. today was the day to commemorate that long friendship: prompto's birthday ! hardly was noctis one to go out of his way for most occasions regarding himself. it was different for others. this was his best friend after all. thinking of what to do for prompto took long as it felt every year he would wonder how to outdo himself from the years before, but he was determined. this morning ( could you believe it, the morning ? ) a vehicle arrived in front of prompto's humble abode. a chauffer up front no doubt. but this wasn't no typical vehicle... it was a chocobo carriage ! with 6 beautiful white chocobo pulling the black carriage. out came noctis from the inside of it and playfully bowing inviting prompto inside the carriage. " hey birthday boy, need a ride?" a playful smile teetered on his features. " hop in. we got some reservations to eat at. the guys should meet us there too, oh, and happy birthday !" noct would allow prompto to get in first. inside the carriage would be a big wrapped gift where he encouraged prompto to open it now. It was quite a hefty gift as well... the suspense was killing noctis actually and it showed int he way he leaned forward in his seat. inside would be a expensive professional photographer photo printer. once prompto opened it, noctis found himself smiling with his teeth. "now no running to get your photos printed. you can get all your memories done at your place."

prompto had thought for sure that he was still dreaming when he got noctis' 'on my way' text. it was no secret that noctis wasn't a morning person, but there was no denying that the text had come from his phone. though prompto considered that ignis may have sent it, he couldn't prove it, & so the only thing he could do was get up & get ready. he had already suspected that it would be some sort of surprise, but he didn't think there was any way noctis could do better than he had last year.

he had been so wrong.

he stood in his doorway slackjawed, waiting for the inevitable moment when he woke up, but it never came. there, in front of him, was a chocobo carriage. a real life chocobo carriage! he felt like a little kid on christmas morning & would have bolted for the carriage door had noctis not opened it first.

❝ as if i would ever say no to riding in a chocobo carriage! dude, this is so awesome! ❞

&, with that, he was running. stopping for just a moment to take a few pictures of the carriage ( & several more of the chocobo that pulled it ) before he finally allowed himself to enter & sit down.

❝ this is the coolest thing i've ever seen. thank you, noct! the guys are gonna be so jealous when we pull up in this!❞ & then, he caught sight of the gift, & that stopped him in his tracks.

❝ you got me a present, too? this is way too much, you're gonna spoil me! people are gonna think i'm the prince! ❞ he had stalled enough. it was clear noctis was excited for him to open his present. he'd clearly put a lot of thought into it, & prompto was curious. hardly had he begun tearing the wrapping paper before he realized what he'd received.

❝ no way. ❞

he'd talked about looking into a professional printer for years, but it had never been in his budget. he'd thought everyone had just written it off as more of his photography rambling, but the fact that this was proof that noctis had clearly been listening was more touching than the actual, physical gift in his lap.

❝ you are gonna be so sick of me printing pictures. they're gonna be everywhere. i can't wait to get home & print out all the ones i take today! ooh, maybe i'll start a scrapbook! ❞

ideas were already swirling in his brain, but they all came to a halt when he saw noctis' smile. he tried to be still, to convey the sincerity in his tone as he spoke again.

❝ thank you, dude. seriously. best birthday ever. like, ever ever. ❞

[purgetrooperfox]

28 for the babygirls of your choice <3 -Lo

softer world prompt list

I miss doing nothing with you (I miss not having to pretend to like your family)

+ Nocte & Saleese (@babygirl-leon-kennedy) || Western AU

Cradled between Nocte’s hands, a mug of stale coffee goes cool despite the heat hanging heavy and oppressive in the air. Every summer, he hopes the ungodly temperatures of years past won’t return, and every summer, his hopes are dashed. The only mercy is that the sun has long since set and the cover of darkness promises a brief reprieve.

More oppressive than even the heat is the silence.

He volunteered for the night watch so he and Saleese could talk without her crew lingering uncomfortably close, but it’s proving difficult. Their split was on bad terms, all flaring tempers and hurt feelings. They both said things they didn’t mean, lashing out, and then life just carried on. The longer they went without talking or writing, the harder it got to break the quiet.

It’s more than a need to mend bridges, now. For Saleese to swallow her pride and contact him, not to catch up or reconnect but to ask for help… her situation would have to be bad. Life-threatening bad.

From his limited exposure to the gang she’s saddled herself with, he can’t say he’s surprised. Greed has a fire lit under them for the time being, but that won’t last, and when it dies, they’ll turn inward. Nocte would bet his life’s savings on it. Meager as those may be.

The pressure doesn’t make it any easier to say what’s needed. He needs to apologize. He needs to explain why he couldn’t, back then. He needs to offer and ask for forgiveness. He needs to make it clear that he’ll burn this entire camp to the ground if they hurt her.

But it all dies in his throat and turns to ash in his mouth.

Saleese’s focus is presumably on the block of wood she’s slowly whittling into a stake, likely more for the comfort of repetitive motion than any real need. She isn’t quite ignoring him, but she isn’t paying him any mind, either. It’s all a hair’s breadth from familiar.

“D’you remember when we were kids,” Nocte starts before he can think himself out of it, “and Old Man Abernathy’s hound got loose?”

Across the fire, Saleese snorts something that lands between a surprised exclamation and a laugh. “Which time?”

“The time he sent us looking for him and we got lost overnight."

"Oh, hell, and we spent an hour trying to start a fire with wet tinder?"

A smile pulls at Nocte's lips, despite everything. "You were convinced we'd never find our way back. I don't think I ever got all the sand and dirt washed out of my clothes."

They slept huddled together on the ground, tucked in behind a cropping of rocks and bushes. It wasn't late enough in the year for the night to be too cold, but they slept hungry and woke in foul moods. His brother used to spout nonsense phrases about being hungry enough to eat a horse and chase the jockey – Nocte found out what that meant, that morning.

All they had the energy to do was walk and bicker.

It's a small wonder they managed to make it back to town at all. Needless to say, their families were worried sick. He can't speak for Saleese, but once Nocte's brothers got over the shock, they firmly vowed never to let him live it down. They also taught him how to start a proper fire before letting him do so much as shower.

The cherry on top of the whole shit sundae was that it turned out, the damn dog was waiting at Abernathy's front door for breakfast first thing in the morning.

It was beyond ridiculous, start to finish. Abernathy was a mean old man with no fondness for children, probably looking more to get the pair of them out of the streets than to find his dog.

It was uncomfortable and disconcerting at best, to feel so lost in the dark.

And it was a bonding experience. He and Saleese don't talk about the fear or the way they clung to each other in their sleep, but it brought them closer. They were friends before, but there was trust afterward, and they only got closer over the years.

Until it fell apart.

Shaking his head, Nocte finally looks back up and sees the same wistful nostalgia he's feeling reflected on Saleese's face. The grief tangled in it doesn't make sense. So he doesn't dwell on it.

"I'm glad you got ahold of me," comes out before he can think twice. Honesty at its most raw bleeds into his voice, and he hears it, and he does nothing to cover it. "Not to say it outright, but I've, ah– well. I missed you."

To call Saleese soft in any capacity would firstly, piss her off, and secondly, be a gross misrepresentation. She's a great many things – and really, Nocte loves her like no other for it – but soft is not one of them. So, she doesn't soften for him, but she warms. It's in the smile that crinkles more around her eyes than her mouth and the way her posture relaxes.

A reception to vulnerability, maybe. More likely, a recognition of herself. It’s something they never really talk about – their history and those similarities. She's Nocte's closest friend, closer than family sometimes, and they don't talk about that either.

"I missed you, too," she says, despite it all. "It used to be so easy to just do nothing."

Nocte narrowly suppresses a scoff. "Back when our families played nice and we could just run wild."

"They were different times." The reflection of flame bounces off the depths of Saleese's eyes.

"They don’t have to be all that different," Nocte tries. Gods does he try, through the weight of decades past, conflicts deep, and old promises of forever. "I'll stay as long as you need me."

She hesitates, but Nocte can hardly blame her. He'd do the same. They're opposite sides of the same coin, after all.

"Alright," Saleese concedes, faster than she would for anyone else. "Stay, until you need to go."

Stay, because I need someone in my corner.

Stay, because I don't trust my inner circle.

Stay, because I miss you too and I know you'll do right by me.

Those words go unspoken, but Nocte hears them all the same.

This new gang of Saleese’s is a powder keg of ulterior motives and lies and deceit, liable to blow at any shadow of a spark. It looks on the surface like she’s wilfully overstaying her welcome when she should just cut and run – but then, few things as simple as that. He’ll stay until she’s safe, and they both know it.

That’s the promise they made as kids and it’s the one they’ll die before breaking.