Hiya, sorry for the random question. I have fallen back into this pairing and my mind remembers some fanfics from ages ago involving Glaive Noctis and another involving Braids. However my searches lead to very little or deatcivated tumblr accounts. Have these been wiped from the internet or do you know where one might still be able to access these?
The best advice I can give is to go to A03 and look though the nyxnoct tag there:
https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Noctis%20Lucis%20Caelum*s*Nyx%20Ulric/works
There are still many wonderful writers that are active in this tag. Though, I do know a few writers who did do a lot in the tag are gone now, and I think one or two pulled down their stories as well. So, if they were the writer you're looking for it might be hard to find their stories. I'm sorry, I wish I could help more.
Warnings: Pre-Canon, Canon Compliant, mention of implied homophobia
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“It’s okay, Noctis.”
Nyx wanted to be reassuring. He wanted to pretend that this was exactly what they had talked about for hours before— royal duties, royal expectations, the reality of Noctis’ position as Crown Prince— and that the agreement they had settled on was still wholly, completely, and unequivocally “fine.” He wanted to pretend that his world wasn’t just about to collapse around him, and the year that he had wanted to stretch for longer— to some unforeseeable future he was just starting to feel hope for— wasn’t coming to a screeching, crashing halt.
“We knew it’d happen sooner or later, right? We talked about this.”
It wasn’t even a marriage proposal. It was an order. It was a condition of peace that would end a war while letting Insomnia carry on with its idea that its peace was somehow universal. It was some line in a treaty that could have been buried beneath thousands of other conditions in the agreement.
It was a twist of the knife in the sides of the royal family just as Nyx thought they might have more time together.
“Perhaps,” Ignis said as he surveyed the damage done to Noctis’ formerly pristine kitchen; “we should try something a little less ambitious?”
The sauce was the worst of it. Aside from the smell of the sugary, packaged monstrosity— Ignis had on good authority most Galahdians would rather swallow their own tongues before even touching the brown good that needed to be watered down and reworked to be palatable— it had started to cling to every available surface where it landed. He assumed the package had burst before Noctis could really use it, judging by the way the mess seemed to start from a bag of unusable groceries. A carton of cherry tomatoes, a head of lettuce, and a collection of baby carrots had been the casualties in this continued war Noctis had declared against unfamiliar cuisine.
The text that had summoned him had been simple— “Please help, bring veggies”.
Ignis had wanted to joke that he nearly brought a doctor as well until he had found Noctis in his kitchen and at a loss of how to save whatever meal he had been planning.
“It was skewers! What the hell is less ambitious than meat on a stick?”
“Looks like you got royal fare to see to.” Crowe elbowed Nyx as she jerked her head towards the entrance of The Canyon. There stood Nox, leaning against the wall and chatting with Luche with an easy smile.
Nyx perked up at the sight of his husband. “You’re back!” He left the rag he’d been using to clean one of the tables where it was to hurry over to Nox, slipping by Luche in order to swing Nox into his arms, and dipping him for a kiss to the cheers and whistles of everyone inside the restaurant. “I missed you.” Nyx whispered as he straightened them up and pressed more kisses across Nox’s cheeks.
Nox laughed, the slightest of blush making him look that much cuter. “I missed you too Nyx.”
“Get a room you two!” Libertus shouted from the kitchen. Nox rolled his eyes and, without looking, flipped him the bird. Laughter echoed through the dining room as Nox decided to drag Nyx outside with an excited glint in his eyes.
Nyx followed along, smiling adoringly as his husband twinned their hands together as they started walking through the village. “I couldn’t wait to see you again.” Nox said, “So I got Dad to lend me the Regalia.” Nyx tilted his head sideways in confusion which made Nox laugh as he tugged Nyx along. “Here. This is the Regalia.” Nox presented with a wave of his hand.
Nyx felt his jaw drop as he was introduced to the sleekest, and likely most expansive, car he’d ever seen outside of Tredd’s magazines. “And your dad just lent it to you?” Nyx reached out to touch the black finish almost reverently. It was burning hot from the Galahdian sun, making Nyx jerk his hand back with a hiss. Nox chuckled as he watched Nyx start walking around the convertible.
After a few minutes of Nyx being awed by the design and sleekness of the car, along with the growing interest from the other inhabitants that had been watching them, Nox caught Nyx’s attention. “Want to drive it?” Nox grinned as he showed his husband the keys teasingly.
The look of sheer surprise and want, something that Nox usually only saw when he was teasing his husband and goading him into being rough with him, set a low warmth in his chest. Like an excited coeurl with a new interesting prey, Nyx perked up, “Can I?”
Nox smiled and threw him the keys. “Go for it. Just try not to wreck it. Dad will never let me live it down if you did.” Nyx caught the keys, nodding eagerly and quickly sliding into the driver seat. Nox smiled as he slid into the passenger side, watching with fondness as Nyx slid his hands over the console and played with all the knobs until he was comfortable with it all.
He reached across the console and put a hand on Nyx’s leg, “Bring me home?”
There were moments in the Citadel when Nyx realized how out of his depth he was. When his boots echoed through the quiet hallways and the lights danced across the gilded luxury that citizens flocked to adore. There were moments when he remembered the examples of Imperial finery of his youth and the broken nation that cowered beneath it. But the Citadel had always seemed built up around the luxury of Lucis— the elite building their own bridges and supports that seemed to draw on every corner of the kingdom until it met at this singular centre beneath the Crystal. Where armies of smiling staff moved and spread like a net through the streets.
It was Noctis who seemed most adept at escaping that little net. At slipping through the gaps like a small fish in just the hint of shadow as it darted toward freedom.
Nyx found that he enjoyed the chase. Particularly when it involved taking his pick of the royal fleet.
“Looks like you got royal fare to see to.” Crowe elbowed Nyx as she jerked her head towards the entrance of The Canyon. There stood Nox, leaning against the wall and chatting with Luche with an easy smile.
Nyx perked up at the sight of his husband. “You’re back!” He left the rag he’d been using to clean one of the tables where it was to hurry over to Nox, slipping by Luche in order to swing Nox into his arms, and dipping him for a kiss to the cheers and whistles of everyone inside the restaurant. “I missed you.” Nyx whispered as he straightened them up and pressed more kisses across Nox’s cheeks.
Nox laughed, the slightest of blush making him look that much cuter. “I missed you too Nyx.”
“Get a room you two!” Libertus shouted from the kitchen. Nox rolled his eyes and, without looking, flipped him the bird. Laughter echoed through the dining room as Nox decided to drag Nyx outside with an excited glint in his eyes.
Nyx followed along, smiling adoringly as his husband twinned their hands together as they started walking through the village. “I couldn’t wait to see you again.” Nox said, “So I got Dad to lend me the Regalia.” Nyx tilted his head sideways in confusion which made Nox laugh as he tugged Nyx along. “Here. This is the Regalia.” Nox presented with a wave of his hand.
Nyx felt his jaw drop as he was introduced to the sleekest, and likely most expansive, car he’d ever seen outside of Tredd’s magazines. “And your dad just lent it to you?” Nyx reached out to touch the black finish almost reverently. It was burning hot from the Galahdian sun, making Nyx jerk his hand back with a hiss. Nox chuckled as he watched Nyx start walking around the convertible.
After a few minutes of Nyx being awed by the design and sleekness of the car, along with the growing interest from the other inhabitants that had been watching them, Nox caught Nyx’s attention. “Want to drive it?” Nox grinned as he showed his husband the keys teasingly.
The look of sheer surprise and want, something that Nox usually only saw when he was teasing his husband and goading him into being rough with him, set a low warmth in his chest. Like an excited coeurl with a new interesting prey, Nyx perked up, “Can I?”
Nox smiled and threw him the keys. “Go for it. Just try not to wreck it. Dad will never let me live it down if you did.” Nyx caught the keys, nodding eagerly and quickly sliding into the driver seat. Nox smiled as he slid into the passenger side, watching with fondness as Nyx slid his hands over the console and played with all the knobs until he was comfortable with it all.
He reached across the console and put a hand on Nyx’s leg, “Bring me home?”
I’m happy to welcome you to the Tumblr of the [for now] untitled NyxNoct zine. Details are currently under constructions, but I wanted to share my excitement and give a short glimpse at the idea behind this Zine.
As we’re all aware NyxNoct is a rare ship with a small, passionate following. May it be romantically or platonically, the dynamic between these two - despite never interacting except a short mention in the FFXV Prologue - is an interesting one. Starting from their heritage, their upbringing, or their age difference. There are many ways to approach their relationship and should be the focus of this Zine.
The portrayal of their relationship can be romantic or platonic or even show Nyx pathing the way for Noctis to continue his journey to save Eos. AUs, canon-divergent, or canon-compliant pieces are welcome as long as they are SFW.
Right now this will be a digital zine only, including digital goodies. If there is enough interest for physical copies, a limited printed edition might be an option.
As this project will be - like the majority of other Zines - a charity project, an idea to possibly raise sales numbers was to add another Nyx-centric ship. However, to give our dear Prince and our beloved Hero the recognition they deserve the focus will stay on NyxNoct and NyxNoct only.
Apps for the position of Design Mod will be opened ahead of Writing and Art Mods. Please feel free to get in touch for any questions or concerns. DMs are also open for possible interested parties who feel up to the task of filling the Design Mod spot.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum & Nyx Ulric
Characters: Nyx Ulric
Additional Tags: Wanderlust, Mentions of canon events, Nyx Ulric Appreciation Week, Slice of Life, Mentions of Selena Ulric
Series: Part 1 of Nyx Ulric Appreciation Week 2020
Summary:
Had everything gone his way, Nyx was certain that he’d never have left Galahd.
rating: general audiences
pairing: n/a
tags/warnings: n/a
summary: they say that home is where the heart is. while nyx’s body may live in insomnia, it’s only once he’s gone past its wall that his heart really feels at home.
notes/links: ao3! i’m kinda flying by the seat of my pants for @nyxulricappreciationweek, but i think that’s in the spirit of nyx ulric himself so, hope i do him proud :’)
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The orangewood ignited with a fragrant snap, filling the alcove with a faintly citrus-smelling smokiness. The scent was a pleasant addendum for the baser necessity of his situation, a small luxury Nyx wasn’t expecting when he cobbled together the fire. Now that he could settle down within the halo of warmth, he was thankful for the homely aroma. Better than the cloying dampness of the rain outside.
He’d known the storm was coming, but not the swarm of hundlegs. They’d crawled from the Duscaen brush like branches growing from the brambles, cutting in half the time he had to beat the rain to shelter. They hadn’t been a challenge, but the chittering bodies seem to double every time he cleaved one in two. By the time he finished them off, Ramuh was rumbling in warning over his head, and he had to scramble to find dry wood for a fire before the Astral split open the clouds.
Maybe Old Man Ramuh himself had been looking out for him during his mad scramble for kindling, blessing his fire with this little whiff of home. Nyx didn’t regard the Cosmogony as gospel, but of all the Astrals, he’d always figured Ramuh as the most merciful.
I’m pretty sure @nyxulricappreciationweek is meant for fanfiction judging by the focus on ao3 and writing rules but eh, I drew a picture for every prompt anyway. Day one is Wanderlust!
First one is younger Nyx, checking out some posters and thinking about maybe traveling when he grows up.
