#young noctis lucis caelum

[mashollings]

(WIP) Happy Birthday Noctis!! 🎂💖

[prynacle]

[eiswolfzero]

The King will see you now.

--- Young King Noctis AU? Perhaps after a successfull assassination attempt on Regis? I just know Noctis is tired arleady.

[missregality]

And here we have a dork being a menace to car safety.

[xiiiwayfinders]

I don't think Ignis ever calls him Noctis. It's always "Noct". And that fucking breaks me

[asamis-jodhpurs]

noctis lucis caelum wants what garnet til alexandros has

[awlwren]

[id: digital art in monochrome of a younger Cor teaching Gladio (age 4) the proper stance for holding a sword, and napping with Noctis (age 1) sacked out on top of his chest.]/end id.

uncle cor part 2  ❤️

[lexsssu]

Wish (Noctis Lucis Caelum)

TAGS: Noctis/F!reader, breeding, impregnation, reunion sex, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

“ ...make up for all the time we spent apart and keep you so full of me that you’ll forget what it’s like not to… ”

Noctis loves the way your legs lock around his waist even tighter in response to his promise. It reassures him that you want this as much as he did.

That you want him as much as he wants you.

Despite being left to raise your son alone (albeit with help from the gang and everyone else) for all these years as he fulfilled his destiny, it soothes the king’s weary heart to know that some things never change.

Although both of you were a little older, a little more damaged than the young adults who had to carry the weight of the world upon their shoulders, Noctis is relieved to have you clutching him as tightly and desperately as he did to you.

He’d long lost count of how many times he came into your greedy hole that seemed all too happy to receive his cum. With Aelius tucked in bed, it was time for mommy and daddy to get to work and give the boy the baby siblings he’d been asking for.

And because Noctis had most of his son’s childhood to make up for, how can he deny his heir’s wish? 

If anything, the King of Light knows for sure that his own old man is probably smiling down from somewhere in the big sky at his earnest efforts to expand your little family.

.

.

.

Huh, maybe he should convince you to do it on the throne one of these days—

[esamastation]

"Can it be?" Regis asks, incredulous, searching the stranger's face for every bit of familiarity - and finding them in the shape of his nose, his eyebrows, his eyes. He has Aulea's eyes. "… Noctis?"

In which a stranger saves young prince Noctis of Lucis from the daemon Marilith and everything changes.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV, Kingsglaive: Final Fantasy XV Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum & Regis Lucis Caelum Characters: Regis Lucis Caelum, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Clarus Amicitia, Titus Drautos | Glauca, Cor Leonis, Original Characters Additional Tags: Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Family Feels, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Don't copy to another site Language: English

[tifacaelum]

“And there was nothing more Tifa wanted than to be part of the world of the young prince she had fallen in love with... Of Noctis Lucis Caelum”

Playing around while fangirling with Little Mermaid Noctifa AU 🐬❤️

[mashollings]

WIP of the Nocts 💙

[prynacle]

“What a fine young man!“

Transcript:

Newscaster Now, the question on everyone’s minds: who is Prince Noctis?

His hardened features belie a gentle demeanor.

He’s a kind soul who loves animals and nature.

Former schoolmates describe him as well-mannered and well-groomed, noting he graduated top of their class.

Word has it he takes time from his princely duties to do community service.

Newscaster What a fine young man!

[eiswolfzero]

I'm older now

[princess-polls]

1C

Sanji (One Piece) VS Turnip Head/Prince Justin (Howl's Moving Castle)

Prince Edward (Enchanted) VS Shrek (Shrek)

Prince Friedrich (Bridgerton) VS Lone Starr (Spaceballs)

The Nutcracker (Barbie in the Nutcracker) VS Merlin (Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs)

Sky (Winx Club) VS Prince Eadric (Tales of the Frog Princess)

Shining Armor (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) VS Prince Phobos Escanor (W.I.T.C.H.)

Dexterous "Dexter" Charming (Ever After High) VS Prince Bo (Hamtaro Rainbow Rescue)

Shade (Fushigiboshi no Futagohime) VS Prince Sorara (Onegai My Melody: Kirara)

2C

Royce (Love Nikki) VS Rhys (Phantasy Star III)

Pierre (THE iDOLM@STER: SideM) VS Damien LaVey (Monster Prom)

Joshua (Fire Emblem Sacred Stones) VS Luminary (Dragon Quest XI)

Zenos yae Galvus (Final Fantasy XIV) VS Freyjadour Falenas (Suikoden V)

Dimitri (Anastasia) VS Chrom (Fire Emblem Awakening)

Naveen (The Princess and the Frog) VS Prince Achmed (Twisted: The Untold Story of a Royal Vizir)

Prince Wilhelm (Young Royals) VS Prince Li Che (Fake Princess)

Lee Chang (Kingdom) VS Sho (Ultraman Ginga S)

1D

Aladdin (Aladdin) VS Prince Proteus (Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas)

Prince Stefan (Barbie as Rapunzel) VS Ling Yao (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Prince James (Sofia the First) VS Ezran (The Dragon Prince)

Prince Charming/David Nolan (Once Upon A Time) VS Claude von Riegan (Fire Emblem Three Houses)

Simba (The Lion King) VS Winter (Wings of Fire)

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd (Fire Emblem Three Houses) VS The Prince of All Cosmos (Katamari Damacy)

Alucard/Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes (Castlevania) VS Noctis Lucis Caelum (Final Fantasy XV)

Fukaboshi (One Piece) VS Alan Stuart (My Next Life as a Villainess)

2D

Karma/Klaude Aidric Renaldi Mattheus Almonte (Cinderella Phenomenon) VS Victor (Romancing SaGa 2)

Amiti (Golden Sun Dark Dawn) VS Garr Kelvin (Tales of Destiny)

Jamie (Cursed Princess Club) VS Kai von Granzreich (Oushitsu Kyoushi Heine)

Karurusu de Yutari Honyalala (Cute High Earth Defense Club Happy Kiss!) VS Hikari Ku (Octopath Traveler II)

August (High Class Homos) VS Sebastian (The Prince and the Dressmaker)

Rei (Kilala Princess) VS Prince Arrow (Petite Princess Yucie)

Frederick (Cursed Princess Club) VS Eolio Ezrest (Witch Hat Atelier)

Leif Faris Claus (Fire Emblem Thracia 776) VS Lune (The Cat Returns)

[a-world-in-grey]

Sola/Little Nox Dissidia au

@raven-6-10 @secret-engima

The promised trainwreck under the cut!

The Citadel's been a wreck of tension ever since Spitfire and the prince went missing. Abyssus yowling fit to wake the dead brought the on-duty glaives running to find Sola's bed empty, phone still on her bedside table and all her shoes still in her closet, all signs pointing to an unwilling departure despite a clear absence of any sign of a struggle.

They'd raised the alarm, checking on the rest of the royal family and their retinue-

-and found Prince Noctis' bed as empty as his sister's.

Then, while Citadel security was swarming like a kicked anthill, spearheaded by a blackly furious Marshal and King's Shield looking for their godschildren, those guarding the Crystal had sounded the alarm.

Which is when they'd found their missing royals, via the Crystal putting out a hologram of the two like something from a bad science fiction movie.

Tredd hasn't gotten a decent night's sleep in four days.

If it's not the palpable worry radiating from the King racking up the tension, then it's the fact that the royal children have been summoned to a desolate world to participate in what's essentially a glorified death match on opposite teams, during which Prince Noctis is in nothing but his pajamas.

No one is ever again calling Sola's insistence on keeping her deployment bags in her armiger frivolous.

Though, if Tredd has to be completely honest, Sola's younger brother's lack  of proper attire is only a fraction of what's causing the tension. No, the bulk of it goes to Spitfire's newest Uncle and now youngest brother. The once-Chancellor of Niflheim and Captain's kid. Captain's kid who's apparently the Crown Prince's clone, created from a sample Niflheim stole how knows how many years back.

Luche had dipped out to make a phone call to Axis, because those are Arra braids in Ardyn and Nox's hair, and Axis had completely neglected to mention that his recent adoptees were Lucis Caelums, leaving Tredd to watch Axis' clansmen on this fucked-up version of reality TV.

Nyx has been teaching Spitfire the Ulric Dance ever since her Rage a few months back clued them all into the fact that Spitfire's as Sky-born as anyone can get without being an actual dragon - and seriously, Tredd is this close to shaking Nyx, the idiot needs to adopt her already, for Ramuh's sake - so he's in the room whenever he's not sleeping. Which means Libertus is also here, making sure Nyx does take the time to sleep because the last thing any of them need is the twitchy Ulric doing something Dumb, aided by Abyssus literally carrying Nyx out of the room when it's time to catch some shut eye.

Crowe's anxiously watching her girlfriend fight off various monsters and champions, fingers plucking at the rubber band Crowe's worn on her wrist ever since the Burning. This hadn't been how Sola and Crowe had wanted Sola's family to find out about that particular relationship, but Crowe had adamantly refused to be barred from the room for a second until Sola came back.

Luche, like Tredd, is there as Axis' braided brother, leaving the rest of the Fourth Regiment to attend in shifts depending who's on break, with Pelagia and her Third Regiment counterpart running everything because Captain is also busy watching this clusterfuck.

The Marshal's not left since the whole thing started - has he even slept? - but the King and Shield have to leave for short periods to make token appearances lest the entire country learn the royal children have disappeared into the ether. Gladiolus and Ignis have to be forced out of the room for their studies, which has apparently resulted in temper tantrums worthy of a Raging Sola, but the two young teens have yet to convince the King, Shield, or Marshal otherwise so the process repeats every day without fail.

Sola latching on to her new uncle and brother isn't a surprise. She's Sky-born, they do that. Especially because for all that the ex-Chancellor is clearly missing more than a few lines to his sails, he equally as clearly cares for and is protective of his niece and nephews, despite his distaste for Regis and Mors.

Were it not for the danger to her brothers, Sola would probably be having fun. The chance to cut loose against other skilled fighters? No one looming over her shoulder, scrutinizing her every action and deeming anything not up to their standards as 'monstruous'? Sola would have loved that in any other scenario.

But Spitfire has two brothers to protect, and Tredd swears under his breath when Sola assigns herself to Noctis and Nox's guard team, instead letting Ardyn join the strike team. The self-sacrificing dumbass.

"Care to explain that?"

Whoops.

Tredd cringes away from the Marshal's displeasure, silently thanking the Storm-Father that the King and Lord Amicitia are off in an unavoidable meeting with one of the Councilors.

"Sola is better suited on the strike team, sir." Luche says politely, before Tredd can stick his foot further in his mouth. "She's not usually charged with guard duties in the field."

The Marshal eyes them both severely. "Izunia is stronger than Sola." He says sourly. The revelation of the former Chancellor's heritage and all it's unpleasant implications hasn't been fun for anyone. "He can take a smaller strike team, freeing more people to guard Noctis and Nox." Unsaid is the fact that neither Sola nor Ardyn will leave the princes alone with strangers.

"Yes, sir." Luche demurs. That had been the argument Sola used to convince Ardyn.

(Tredd hadn't thought anyone could be more protective than Sola of her brothers, but Ardyn has her beat by a mile. Ifrit have mercy on whoever tries to harm either of the princes in the future, because Sola and Ardyn sure as Pyre won't, and Tredd doubts there'll be enough of the moron in question afterwards to scatter their ashes.)

Tactically, the assignments have merit. As Tredd exchanges a glance with an equally grim-faced Luche, he knows tactics aren't what they - or any of the glaives - are worried about.

Spitfire doesn't do defense. It's not a matter of skill. Tredd wouldn't be worried if it was, skill they can compensate for.

No, the issue is that Sola's a damn dragon of a Sword. Her first, second, and third instinct when dealing with threats is to kill it. She can't do that on defense - her priority has to be Noctis and Nox's safety, even if it means letting her target escape.

It's not impossible. Not when she's got help.

And yet Tredd can't shake the feeling that this isn't going to end any way but badly.

.

Tredd's right.

Two days later, everything goes to Ifrit's Pyre in a gift basket.

The strike team is away, trying to complete whatever the objective is that will send them all home.

(Ardyn is a force of destruction to contend with, tearing through enemies like they're tissue paper, making the King pale with an anguished epiphany he refused to share.)

The ambush catches everyone off guard. The strange dragon-like creatures swarm the protective detail. The healers push Nox and Noctis behind them, the champions better suited for close quarters combat struggling to keep the creatures off their more vulnerable companions.

In the commotion, Tredd doesn't see what sparks it, but he sure as Pyre sees when Spitfire loses it.

A low snarl rips from her throat, gaze and focus narrowing down on the threat in front of her.

Crowe swears. "Pyre-damn it all, someone back her up-"

But none of the other champions are watching Sola's back. They're too busy with their own battles, too busy keeping the kids safe. They don’t notice how Spitfire's been drawn away from the rest of the group, don't see the blind spot left vulnerable without a glaive or Abyssus there to cover her.

If Sola's family hadn’t known before, they've sure as Pyre realized it now. It's impossible to miss the glaives' reactions - Luche's grim certainty, Libertus' hand a physical restraint on Nyx's shoulder, Nyx's hands clenching and unclenching as he resists the useless instinct to grab his kukris and throw, Crowe's snarling at people who cannot hear, the way every muscle in Tredd's frame coils as he fights off the Fury rising like a wave-

-and crests, as Spitfire staggers, the attack she doesn't see ripping through her. Magic erupts throughout the room as Sola's eyes widen and her face twists in an agonized cry that has no breath to voice.

Sola hits the ground, and Nox s c r e a m s.

Ghostly weapons tear through the remaining creatures, a constant stream of light and steel that is nothing like any armiger they've seen. Champions startle as weapons pass through them harmlessly only to shred the creatures around them, until nothing remains.

The healers rush to Sola's side, but even from here, Tredd can see that it's bad. Really bad - he doesn't know if Spitfire's going to make it even with three healers and her own regeneration trying to save her life.

There's another burst of magic and Ardyn arrives, terrified and protective - Nox's magic must have alerted him, but Tredd doesn't know what the ex-Chancellor can do that the healers can't, Lucis Caelum magic just doesn't heal…

Ardyn takes in Nox, boneless with exhaustion and sobbing in Noctis' hold. Noctis, trying to keep it together. The champions doing their best to shield them from where Sola is laying on the ground between the healers.

(None of them can see it in the blue of the Crystal's hologram, how Sola is too pale against the shock of red hair haloed around her face, nearly indistinguishable from the blood staining the grass.)

Something in Ardyn's spine steels. He strides forward, ignoring the champions' attempts to keep him back, shedding his upper layers before he kneels and gathers Sola against his bare chest.

(The scars hit Tredd like a sucker punch. They've all seen some gnarly scars, no one survived the Burning unscathed, but these… these are torture scars. Torture scars and death blows and the glowing sigil of the royal family that can't be anything other than a brand.)

(The King is white as a sheet. Tredd wants to throw up. Parents are supposed to support you, not… not this.)

(Six, no wonder Axis kept Ardyn and Nox's heritage a secret. That Ardyn is able to trust and care for any of his Kin is astounding.)

It's not until magic rises from Ardyn's skin that Tredd realized what's happening. That he realizes what the tint of the Crystal's magic had disguised. But he's seen Spitfire heal others dozens of times out in the field, he recognizes this shaping of magic, and Ardyn is so much stronger than Spitfire-

It doesn't make it any easier to watch as Ardyn's skin splits, his blooding pouring out to join Sola's painting the ground. Doesn't make it any easier to watch as his wounds close, Ardyn gasping and trembling from more than just pain as he curls over his healed but unconscious niece, even as Noctis and Nox barrel in to comfort him.

Tredd's almost relieved when the Marshal turns to them and demands, "What the fuck just happened?"

As one, every glaive turns to Nyx. He's the only Chief present, he's the only one who can make the decision to share Galahdian lore with Outsiders as he has been with Sola.

Nyx stares a few moments longer at Sola's too-still form, hands flexing. Finally, he turns to face the Marshal and the King, expression dark as a thunderstorm. "We call it the Draconian's Rage."

"We?" The King's eyes are sharp. Tredd thinks he sees something of the warrior the King must have been when he visited Galahd twenty years ago.

"Galahd. The Draconian and the Infernian weren't the only Astrals to Bless humans. The magic disappeared long before the time of the Founder, but we still Remember." Nyx glances back to where the healers are fussing over Sola and Ardyn and Nox. "You have the Draconian's Blessing. But the Draconian isn't human."

Nyx turns back to the King, storm-blue locking with armiger-blue. "The Astrals aren't human, and sometimes their Blessed aren't either."

The King's lips thin. "You're saying my daughter isn't human." Treading on dangerous ground - the King's never taken kindly to the rumors painting Sola a monster.

"Physically, she is." Nyx says, steady as the cliffs against the storm-swept tides. "In her soul? Her instincts? She's no more human than I am."

That startles the King. "You are-?"

"Ramuh's. Storm to Sola's Sky."

There were rumors that the Ulrics were Ramuh's Blessed. Coeurl-Kin. Shape-changers and Wind-Walkers and as Black as the storms in their souls.

Tredd never thought he'd hear the rumors confirmed. This is Clan History. Private Clan History only ever shared with Clan Allies. If that.

"We thought you knew." Tredd says, trying to buy some leeway for Nyx. Tredd can't reveal that he's also not-quite human. Not without his Chief's permission. He might be able to get away with telling Sola - it's only a matter of time before she joins the Clans - but King Regis? Tredd would be in serious trouble. "You have thousands of years of history. Family customs as unique as any of ours." Customs catering specifically to those non-human instincts, Tredd doesn't say.

Tredd suspected otherwise after Sola's Rage in HQ. Sola didn't know anything about her Rages, only that she'd get so angry she couldn't think beyond needing to kill something. She was terrified that she'd try to kill anyone near her, hence her retreating somewhere secluded until she could regain control over herself. When she'd come out of her Rage to find Nyx and Tredd at the end of her weapons, injured but otherwise in one piece, she'd been horrified that she might have tried to kill them.

She hadn't known that she wouldn't. That even in the deepest Rage, her instincts would recognize the difference between hers and threat. Sola would never harm an innocent bystander. Not on purpose. Not unless they provoked her first.

So Tredd had suspected. He didn't want to believe it - how could the Lucis Caelums not have any information of the Draconian's Blessed? He knows Mainlanders don't keep Tales like the Clans do, but they do keep records! Sola cannot be the first Lucis Caelum to be Skyborn!

But no. The royal family has no clue.

What a mess.

"What does that mean for Sola?" The Marshal asks while the King processes Nyx's revelation.

"She's protective." Crowe says. Tredd snorts at the understatement of the century. "She'll react violently to anything threatening her Claimed. Lethally, if she can - Skyborn don't like leaving threats alive to try again."

"Prince Noctis and Nox are her only vulnerable Claimed. Prince Nox has his uncle to protect and care for him, which will satisfy Sola's instincts." Because nothing short of an Astral will be able to get past Ardyn to harm Nox, and even then Tredd would still put his money on Ardyn. "But Sola's Sword to Prince Noctis, and the oldest and strongest of his Retinue. She's his primary protector. Not being allowed or able to kill anything threatening him will stress her instincts."

The Marshal grimaces, glancing at the King and Shield. Tredd wonders if he's thinking about how Sola came to join the Kingsglaive. She'd eventually told them the circumstances behind her joining their training, one night out on deployment. Knowing now that Sola's Skyborn, that was a really Stupid decision on the King's part, banning Sola from protecting her disabled brother. The King was lucky Sola didn't try to sneak out of Insomnia after them.

"When she's under a lot of stress, she'll lose her grasp of human language." Tredd tells them. Tredd's never had that happen to him, but he also knows that as far as Seaborn instincts go, his are fairly tame. Sola, unfortunately, is way out on the extreme end of the scale. "Sign language she can comprehend, and that empathic thing she does with her magic. She'll lose her words before she Rages, so if it's that bad don't bother talking to her. She won't hear it."

Another glance between Sola's relatives. Six, how many signs had they missed?

Tredd determinedly ignores it. "When she's Raging, either give her space to work through it or spar with her. Sola won't hold back, but she won't try to kill you. But if you need to step out of the fight, make it physically clear that you surrender. Weapons away, hands down and open, on your knees and throat bared if you have to."

The King frowns. "That seems… dangerous."

"Not with Sola." Nyx says before Tredd's temper leads him to say something snarky and unwise to the King. "She'll always recognize her own."

"Shit's starting up again." Luche suddenly says.

Everyone turns back to the Crystal, conversation tabled.

For now.

[zeroth-writes]

Stay Away -Noctis Lucis Caelum-

masterlist | request

Prompt:  Hello 😊, can I get a ffxv jealous noct x reader? seeing how he’s kind of reserved in his personality sometimes even with his friends, what would it take for him to confess to his crush if he saw someone hitting on them? Would his friends give him advice or push him in the right direction, or even set up cute situations for him to be in? & Can i get a Noctis x reader angst where his s/o’s best friend doesn’t care that he’s the prince and warns Noctis to stay away from them because they have known them longer, and has a crush on them aswell? Sometimes even deliberately tries to sabotage their relationship.

Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum x GN!Reader

Summary:

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Since these request are pretty similar, I decided to combine them.

In a way Noctis as always been self conscious about being the prince. Whenever meeting someone new, he fears they would only see him as royalty instead of the person he truly was.

That didn’t change with you.

During your first meeting, that constant negativity pierced into his brain while he watched as you conversate with a friend. Every time your friend left you alone, he wanted to take her place. He wished he was able to walk right up to you and strike a conversation, just like Gladio would do, yet his feet stayed in the same position.

He let out a long, deep sigh as someone else walked up to you. While he couldn’t hears the words being shared, he could see how your expression kept changing.

Once second your eyes are narrowed - possible at someone other than your friend standing near you, the next your chuckling while leaning in slightly to the hand resting on your shoulder.

The prince’s eyes narrow at the exchange, feeling a strong, and still growing, feeling of jealously. He wished he could have gone up to you and started a conversation with you instead.

Before he could tear his eyes away himself, someone smacked his shoulder - causing the prince to glare back only to find his shield standing behind him.

“Why don’t you just go up and talk to her?” Gladio teased, knowing how the young man is.

“Easy for you to say.” Noctis turned and rubbed his shoulder. “I can’t just walk up to a stranger and talk to them.”

A deep huff came from the taller man at the prince’s response. “You have trouble talking to Ignis, let alone a stranger. All you need is a wing-man.” Noctis rolled his eyes at his friends suggestion. “I’ll pass.”

Gladio shrugged his shoulders before wandering off towards a group of women standing by a table.

Noctis watched for a minute before turning his attention back to you. When he did he noticed your once accepting demeanor has changed to annoyance and somewhat disgust. The man in front of you went from attempting to charm you, to creeping you out.

The prince stood torn.

He wished to help you get away from the increasingly horrid situation, yet he failed to gain the nerve to do so.

Till he saw your attempt to get away fail as the man forcible grab your bicep and pull you once again closer to him.

Noctis slammed his glass down and stomped his way over to you.

"Let them go."

His voice came out quieter than he anticipated, still it caught the attention of both you and the man next to you. He let go of you and turned his attention towards Noctis. "What did you say?"

For a moment, Noctis considered calling out for back-up in hopes to scare him away. Yet he looked towards Gladio and saw a strong look of encouragement.

After regaining his confidence, Notis turned his attention back to the man previously bothering you and give him a smirk.

♡♡♡♡♡

As his opponent walked away with an embarrassed and defeated look on his face, Noctis let out a sigh of relief before the sound of cheer filled his ears.

During his practically one-side exchange, he failed to notice the small crowd gathering around him. With his attention towards the crowd, he didn’t notice you beside him - until you spoke up.

“Noctis, right?” The prince jumped slightly at the sudden sound of your voice.

“Yes?” He shuddered out a response.

A slight chuckle left your lips. “I just wanted to thank you for earlier. The guy was being a huge dick and I honestly didn’t even know how to get rid of him.”

Noctis laughed at your words. The pair of you stood in the same spot for what felt like hours talked.

As you continued to talked he felt all the nerves about talking to you fade away until there was none left.

Sadly, it wasn’t long after that your friend came back and quickly ushered you towards the exit, but not before Noctis could get your number. Which he text almost instantly.

♡♡♡♡♡

Over the next few days you and Noctis communicated constantly. Whether it was texting, calling or even a few video chats - that he may or may not have fallen asleep during. 

The conversations all led to Noctis gaining the nerve to ask you out which you gladly accepted.

For the next few months Noctis thought everything was going great. Along with his normal daily activities with his princely duties and hanging with his friends - he still made time to speak with you, and loved every second he was with you.

That was until one of your friend suddenly showed up at the Citadel one day demanded to speak to Noctis.

He thought he was being friendly when he invited her inside and offered her some tea, yet quickly regretted his decision the moment she started speaking.

“I need you to stay away from Y/n.” Her words were firm.

Noctis momentarily choked on his drink. “What?”

His eyes widen as her words fully process within his mind. He tried to think if he’s ever done anything against your friend, yet his memory came up blank.

A part of Noctis believed it could be a prank in an attempt to get back at him. Or maybe even a test - a way to prove how much he actually cares for you and wants to be with you.

However that second theory quickly got shut down the more your friend spoke

“You’re not good for them. I’ve known them longer than you and they’ve changed. For the worst, and It started once they first met you.”

“But their happy with me.”

Noctis’ words were laced with the hurt he felt, yet the woman across from him only laughed

“Are they? You’re never around. Do you know how many night they spent with me. Do you even know how many times they’ve call me because they needed someone, and you were too busy. I’m the one they need, not you.”

Noctis sat studded. He watched as your friend got up and walked towards the exit. He wanted to yell out to her. Tell her how wrong she is, but he couldn’t.

His mind began to wander how this all started with her. Did she suddenly think he was no good for you?

He then remember all the negative comment she made about him. How he should have dressed up for the double date. That fishing isn’t a good idea for a date. Even bringing up all the mistakes he made.

The time your meal came out wrong when he was sure he order it properly, your anniversary reservation never made when he set himself constant reminders not to forget.

As he sat alone, Noctis wandered if she was right.

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