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@chosenbythecrystal
“OFF MY CHAIR, JESTER. THE KING SITS THERE.”
Independent Noctis Lucis Caelum blog written by Tasha (She/her 27+) Revamped 07/07/2025
Crossover friendly with verses available for Kingdom Hearts FF7, FF16, BG3 and more.
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//Apologies for the silence over here, I've just been busier than usual at the weekends which has made it hard to write. Hopefully I'll he able to focus on drafts soon.
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//Just thinking about how Ignis would sacrifice the world for Noctis.
And Noctis sacrifices himself for Ignis and the others.
Sure, he's the chosen king and whatever. But I think the main reason he was able to go through with that sacrifice was that he wanted his loved ones to survive. Like sacrificing himself for the world is a big thing. Sacrificing himself for his friends is more manageable.
Barnabas was tempted to lie, but Noctis seemed accepting enough of the extra protection, so he changed his mind and decided to be honest instead. "No, I am assigning you a Sleipnir clone. Or... several," he would keep it at one or two for now, but it truly depended on how severe the situation turned out to be. If it was a lone wolf, so to speak, that had decided to attack then it was easily dealt with – but if it was a rival nation or even one of their own, then it could quickly escalate. Still, Sleipnir would never admit it, but Barnabas knew his Egi disliked it whenever he was split into too many parts, so the King would keep the amount low for now.
"Oh? You would be more accepting if I did it for myself, then?" A curious concept, but Barnabas supposed that he understood. Even so, in this case, he could not selfishly say that he was doing it solely on his own behalf. Noctis had been badly injured, so of course Barnabas wanted revenge on his behalf. It was only natural.
"Were you careless or were you living? I want Waloed to feel like home for you. You should always be safe within its walls. Such a goal will not be achieved if you never lower your guard. No, the blame lies on my shoulders. I have been too lenient."
Indeed, domestic 'bliss' occupied most of his time these days. Getting Noctis settled had been a priority and Barnabas had no intention of being an absent husband. Some had obviously seen that as a weakness and Barnabas would enjoy correcting them – even if he did not do so personally.
"Hm." Barnabas accepted the kiss, mind already made up. "Very well, I will stay." At the next kiss, he carefully grabbed Noctis' chin, looking his husband in the eyes. "Are you trying to seduce me?" He questioned, moving further onto the bed so he could hover over the younger male. "Careful, husband. I do not believe your injuries would appreciate any strenuous activity just yet."
Noctis supposed he could live with that. He didn't have much to do with Sleipnir, but he knew how loyal he was to the King. He'd certainly been more receptive of his presence than Benedikta. Not that that was hard. Still, if nothing else, he knew that he could trust Sleipnir. Barnabas certainly did.
"I don't know." He admitted. He supposed that even if Barnabas was doing it for himself, part of him would be doing it for Noctis. It was Noctis who had been hurt, after all. Attacking him had been like, by extension, attacking the King, but it was more than that. Barnabas was angry because somebody had hurt him. If it had been a pride thing, the man wouldn't be there right now. He'd have gone despite Noctis asking him to stay.
"It is home." Noctis hadn't expected that he'd ever truly consider Waloed home, but he did. He missed Lucis, of course. He missed his friends and father but he was happy there. He was happy with Barnabas. The man had done everything he could to make it feel welcoming for him, but more than anything, it had simply been the man's presence that had made him feel comfortable there. He enjoyed their light bickering. "Same thing could have happened in Lucis."
That was one of the problems with being royalty, he supposed. He was always going to be a target.
"Do I need to seduce you? We're already married." He asked with a cheeky grin, as the man caught his chin, but it quickly fell away. Barnabas calling him husband like that always had a way of making him melt. "You can be gentle when you want. We don't have to do anything strenuous. I just want you close. You might be a wolf, but you're my wolf."
Regis was concerned at first when Cor interrupted the council meeting, but inwardly calmed down when the man gave him a wink. Regis had an inkling as to why Cor would do such a thing, so he played along and left the room as if he was in a hurry. He was glad to be given a break, even if he had misunderstood the situation.
Still, finding Noctis in his room made a smile appear on his lips. "Oh, sweet boy, thank you. You did indeed rescue me; I am very grateful." He chuckled as he moved forward to pull his son into a hug.
"It was an excellent idea. I wanted to spend the day with you, son." Regis hadn't expected Noctis to pull off such a trick, but perhaps he should have. Noctis was very clever when he wanted to be. "What a great gift this is."
The boy beamed as his father pulled him into a hug. He had known the man would be happy, but there had been a small part of him that had worried that he might be mad for disturbing him. Not that his father had ever given him reason to believe that was the case, but children often tended to overthink things.
"Yeah! I asked the cooks if they could make us a picnic for the garden 'cause it's a nice day." He said proudly, gesturing to the large wicker basket behind him. "Oh! And I got you a present."
He held it out. It was a mug that said 'world's best dad' on one side, and had a picture of the two of them on the other.
"Most would consider me something much worse than a wolf." It was not a threat, merely a fact. Barnabas understood how he was viewed and Noctis ought to understand the way people viewed him. If peace had not been necessary, then he is certain that King Regis would have rather hidden Noctis far away from him. Barnabas had no intentions of hurting his future husband, but that did not change his nature. It merely excepted Noctis from it.
"You would be correct. Even when we fought, I had determined this to be a more favourable outcome. Lucis merely needed to taste defeat first." Meeting Noctis on the battlefield had been an important turning point in the way their kingdoms approached each other – and when Waloed had suggested peace through marriage afterwards, Lucis had been much more receptive.
Barnabas allowed himself to carefully pet Umbra, taking note of the way his fur felt underneath his hand. It was not unpleasant. "Hm. Perhaps we ought to instil him with royal etiquette. Titles matters. If we give him his own, he might understand." A careful jest, if it could be considered as such. Barnabas' expression did not change, making it difficult to discern if he was being serious or not. Even so, he made a mental note of Noctis' words and decided that Umbra, despite being 'low maintenance' would not find himself lacking luxury once they got to Waloed.
Taking a seat when offered, Barnabas carefully collected samples of the different dishes, knowing Noctis likely did not care if he tasted them all, but also knowing it would be rude not to do so.
"I am surprised you would bring up the topic on your own," he carefully commented, taking a bite of one of the pastries he had been curious about. It was quite pleasant, especially considering that Barnabas did not have a sweet tooth.
"I see. I appreciate you being honest with me," he offered after a moment, taking a moment to observe Noctis for a long moment. "It is indeed expected of us, but it is also a private matter. I have no desire to bed you if you are uncomfortable with it – and lies can easily be crafted. I simply wished to know your stance so that we can handle it in a manner we are both comfortable with." Barnabas was not a stickler for the rules – far from it. Consummation was a tradition geared towards securing heirs, something that was futile in their specific situation and thus made it a rather pointless endeavour. That did not erase the expectations placed upon their shoulders and consummation was also an excellent way of removing barriers, especially with arranged marriages.
"If you are interested, then we can take it as far as you desire. I do have prior experience, with both women and men, so you can trust that I would take good care of you and your needs."
"I suppose it depends who you ask." Noctis shrugged. He knew the man's reputation. At least, he knew what people said. The Lucian perspective was probably biased. Noctis would admit that his opinion was slowly changing. Barnabas was a powerful warrior. That was a fact. He'd experienced that firsthand. Everything else...well, he was willing to wait to reserve judgement. Whether or not it was an act, the man was playing the role of gentleman well enough.
"So you were already thinking about suggesting marriage back then?" It made sense, he supposed. Barnabas had proved that he was capable of ending the war through violence, but he had chosen not to. The fact that he had spared Noctis had worked in his favour. "I'd say you could have gone easier on me but I think that probably was you going easy. That's the embarrassing part."
Noctis had been completely out of his league.
"You do that and he'll expect a place on your council," He replied with a growing smile. His husband-to-be had a sense of humour. That was good to know. It would be a dull marriage if he didn't. It was exactly his sort of humour too – dry and sarcastic. The fact that Barnabas had kept his expression so neutral made it even more amusing.
"Well, I figured that if I didn't bring it up, you would, so I may as well get it out of the way." Noctis offered a light shrug. He hadn't wanted the man to catch him off guard with it again, so bringing it up himself was the only thing he could think of to keep that from happening. "It's not that I'm uncomfortable with it. Just...apprehensive?"
Noctis figured everyone was nervous their first time though so it was normal. It was just that Barnabas was older than him. The age gap itself didn't bother him – he found the King very attractive – but Barnabas was more experienced than him. He didn't want the man to think him naive. Then again, some men liked that. Barnabas could enter the marriage knowing that he was the only person Noctis had ever been involved with.
"Are you interested? I mean...what if I'm no good?"
Prompto was glad to take over, and glad he saved the dish. Not a professional like Iggy. But hey, he knew that meat had to be cooked to the right temperature. Otherwise, one could get sick. "So i'm good to take it off the heat and let it rest? One more quick thing Noct. What are we looking for when we cut the meat. Medium rare, or....." He looked at the little burned places before looking back to Noctis. "Well done." A small jest on that last part though.
"Okay, onto the rice balls." He set the meat aside so it could rest, and turned off the heat on the stove. "Oh yeah. I did one more check, and the seasoning on the meat is just right. So we didn't ruin it which is great!"
"Yeah, I think so...and medium rare, I guess?" He figured that was probably the safest bet. It was middle ground. Especially when they all had different preferences. Personally he couldn't stand rare meet. He preferred medium or well done but not well well done. It didn't escape his notice that there were a few burnt spots but they'd mostly saved it.
"Great. Well, we'll know for sure when Ignis and Gladio taste test it." Assuming they were willing to try something Noctis had been involved in cooking.
While Prompto set the meat aside, Noctis made a start on the rice balls. They were pretty easy to make and wouldn't take long, so he didn't really need any help with them.
"You wanna get some plates ready while I finish these up?"
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|| Continuation from here || @chosenbythecrystal
⚔ ━━━━━ consent matters, always. even now, with breath entwined between them, even after lips have already found each other once before. terence doesn't assume, doesn't claim what is not freely offered. longing flickers in the minimal space that remains, a silent appeal that threatens to undermine his restraint. but he waits. better to be sure. better to know that noctis also wants this. gaze traces the lines of the prince’s visage. he could close the distance, claim the kiss they both ache for…or let the moment unfold, allow anticipation coil tighter, desire simmer just beneath the surface. a slow smile forms upon terence’s lips, mischief reflecting in blue irises. ❝ my, my… are you truly so eager, my prince? ❞ a soft chuckle escapes, low and fond, teasing rather than mocking. chin tips upward, challenge evident on his demeanor. ❝ then… why don’t you kiss me first? ❞ romance is always sweeter with a little game.
Eager? That was as apt a word as any. Yes. He was eager. He wanted Terence to kiss him. He had been too awkward – to shy – to admit that at first, but they were far enough into their relationship by now that it came easy. He liked the kisses, the touch, the general affection.
That said, it was rare that he initiated. It wasn't that he didn't want it. Terence was just much smoother than him. Noctis always made sure to reciprocate of course, but he had lacked the confidence to make the first move. Terence was standing there encouraging him with that teasing smile though.
"Yeah? I suppose I can do that. If you insist." Noctis replied with a small smile. He took a few steps closer, closing the distance between them. He reached out to take Terence by the chin, leaning forward to press a firm kiss to his lips. "Happy?"
@chosenbythecrystal cont. from here
When the long night had first started, Dion had rallied his dragoons and done his best to create a semblance of order. They were sufficient against daemons, of course, but there was only so much they could do. The nights got longer and suddenly the sun stopped rising entirely. It was only later they learned the truth – that Noctis was the only one who could bring back the dawn.
Dion had joined up with the prince for a short time, but their duties had led them in separate directions. Still, to carry such a heavy burden on his shoulders... Dion did not envy his friend. Still, he tried to be optimistic, keeping hope bright even as the days turned into weeks that turned into months, which eventually turned into years. The lack of sunlight became their new norm, though Dion did not know how long humanity would survive without it. It was a fundamental part of their existence, after all.
One could imagine his surprise as he was patrolling one day (night?) and noticed a figure in the distance. His vehicle was parked nearby and he had a lantern in hand as he walked the familiar route. Whoever the stranger were, they had to be suicidal, since they carried nothing that would keep the daemons at bay.
The sight that met him was one that left Dion breathless, but he would recognise that form anywhere. Noctis looked... so very different, but that was no surprise, considering how much time had passed. "Your Highness-!" Dion called out, hurrying forward. He supposed it was Majesty now, but propriety had to take a backseat until he got Noctis somewhere safe.
Dion didn't blame Noctis for almost attacking him, but it had taken some time to calm the man down – eventually offering him his cloak, since he was in quite the state. "You... do not know?" he questioned, feeling hesitant. How long did Noctis think it had been? Dion had never been told exactly where Noctis was, only that it was a place they could not reach – and apparently also a place that cut him off from the outside world.
"It's been ten years," there was no gentle way to put it, so Dion decided to just rip the bandaid off, so to speak. Keeping track of time had been hard without the sun, but they had managed.
"Come... it's not safe to talk here. This lantern won't keep the daemons away for long if we linger... I can explain more on the way to Hammerhead. I know you must have many questions."
"Ten years?"
The King's voice was hoarse from lack of use, and his movements unsteady. He didn't think that Dion was lying, but at the same time, it seemed impossible that he could have been gone for so long. To him, it had seemed like the blink of an eye, yet his memory was a little hazy. He remembered what Bahamut had showed him though. The images had been burned into his brain. Ardyn. Somnus. Aera. The betrayal Ardyn had faced at the hands of his own brother.
Noctis could feel for him, but he could never forgive him. He'd been a good man once. A man who had wanted to help. A man who had been used as a tool, blissfully unaware at first that with each person he healed with the power the Astrals had granted, each bit of scourge he drew into himself, he was further condemning himself.
Then they had rejected him. Abandoned him. Imprisoned in the very same place Noctis had spent the last...ten years, if what Dion said was true.
Noctis could understand wanting revenge against the Astrals – against him, the boy who looked so much like his brother, who had been chosen to defeat him – but Ardyn had killed a lot of innocent people. Luna, Clarus, his dad...they were all dead because of him. He might not have swung the blade for all of them, but he had been pulling the strings. Then there was Prompto who had been captured and tortured. Ignis who had been blinded. No. He couldn't forgive him.
But he wasn't acting out of anger or a need for revenge. No. He would return to Insomnia because he needed to stop Ardyn. Beating Adagium was the only way to get rid of the daemons and bring back the dawn.
"Hammerhead. Yeah. Okay." Noctis could wait to ask most of his questions. He needed to clear his head first anyway. One thing he needed to know now though. "Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto...are they...did they make it back from Zegnautus Keep?"
"Well, we've tried, but few people are able to keep up. I always win, since most of the others get nauseous either instantly or eventually from the warping." Nyx didn't know why he didn't suffer the same fate, but he was thankful for it. The nausea had been there, when he first had to get used to the power, but afterwards it went away and warping seemed to come naturally to him. It was one of the things that made him an excellent soldier, since he could use the power gifted to him to its full ability.
"Trying to catch you would definitely be a challenge, so I really hope you wouldn't hold back. More fun that way," and that was what Nyx wanted. A way to train that would be fun, yes, but also a way to really test his limits. That way they both got something out of it; something Noctis might appreciate as well. Nyx had a feeling the prince hated when things were a one-way street, after all.
Nyx smiled at Noctis' words, glad that the prince could see the benefits of Galahd's culture. "Yeah, I miss that feeling of community the most. We still get it down here in the slums, but it's not the same, y'know? Not when you only have to venture beyond our 'territory' before we're met with hostility. Breaks the illusion pretty easily." For that reason Insomnia would probably never feel like home, no matter how much they tried. There was a reason why they fought so passionately.
"– And hey, fishing is pretty important. Plenty of clans back home had fishing as their specialisation. With Galahd being surrounded by ocean, it's pretty important to make use of the resources it provides – hence the fishing. You'd fit right in, I'm sure." Honestly, Nyx was glad Noctis had a hobby he liked so much. He understood what the prince meant, though – it wasn't like Noctis could abandon the crown to pursue fishing. Nyx wouldn't have minded seeing Noctis in his element, though.
"Are there any fishing ponds in Insomnia? I admit I've never looked, but maybe we could go together sometime, Sunshine." It would be nice, Nyx decided. Maybe Noctis would find it odd, to spend more time with him outside of their duties as prince and guard, but Nyx liked to think otherwise. The prince had already agreed to visit the slums with him, after all.
Smiling at Noctis' flustered reaction, finding the sight slightly endearing, he decided not to tease the prince just this once. "Yeah, I'm happy to have so many reminders of home. As for what to buy..." Nyx thought about it as they walked, Yamachang's sign showing itself in the distance. "Perhaps a charm or something similar. We have different types, some meant to offer protection, others luck – that kind of stuff. We also have some stuff with more religious connotations, if that interests you. The Lucis Caelums have Bahamut as their patron deity, right? He might be harder to find stuff for, but it shouldn't be impossible." Nyx offered, idly wondering if Noctis would be interested in any of those. "Everything is handmade, so I can show you some after we have eaten and we'll see if anything catches your eye."
For now, food awaited them. They had just arrived at Yamachang's and Nyx greeted the man with a smile. "Send some skewers our way, would you? Some regular ones and some without vegetables. Oh, and a beer for me and – Sunshine, do you drink alcohol?" Nyx had already taken a seat, waiting for Noctis to do the same.
"No way would I hold back." Noctis assured him with a grin. Noctis wasn't sure whether it was because he was a Lucis Caelum and more attuned to the Crystal's magic, but warping had come easy to him. He'd struggled with aiming when he was younger, but thankfully he'd never been sick after warping. It would have been pretty embarrassing if he couldn't stomach his own family's power. "But you have to promise not to hold back either. It won't be any fun if you let me win."
Did Noctis think Nyx would let him win? He wasn't sure. He hoped he wouldn't. He wasn't some spoiled princeling who would throw a fit if he lost. Still, aside from his friends and instructors, people did have the tendency to let him win. It was annoying. It was patronising. A win wasn't a win if it wasn't earned through his own merit.
Noctis hummed. His response half agreement and half disapproval. He was glad that Nyx got that feeling of community, but it shouldn't be like that. Galahd was part of Lucis too. They shouldn't feel like they weren't welcome outside of the slums. Unfortunately, no matter what Noctis or even his father said, they couldn't change the way people thought. They could make sure the refugees had rights, which they did, but they couldn't control public opinion.
"I'd like to visit one day." Noctis admitted with a small smile. Of course, it wasn't a possibility right now, but maybe one day, when the war was over. If it ever was over. "You can show me all the best fishing spots. There are a few here, but nothing special. But yeah. That'd be nice. If you want to, I mean. I know a lot of people find it boring."
He would definitely enjoy spending more time with Nyx, and getting to fish would be a bonus.
"I like charms. My dad...he got me this little carbuncle figure back when I was a kid. It was after my...accident. Said that if I kept it close it'd watch over me in my dreams. I know it's probably like the placebo effect, but I did sleep better."
Noctis could smell Yamachang's long before he saw it. It smelled good – really good. If he hadn't been hungry before, he certainly would be now.
"Nah, not a big fan of the taste. I'll just have a soda." He said, offering the man a polite smile before taking the seat opposite Nyx. "I never even knew this place existed. It all smells amazing though."
Plotting Call
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