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Across This Life & The Next
Rating: T
Words: 2,234
Tags: Mindless Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Late Night Convos, Existentialism
Summary: “Ignore what I said. About other universes and all that. I’m just restless.”
“You are the most honest when you’re restless usually.” Nyx says, running a thumb over the knuckle of Noct’s pointer finger. “I don’t think it’s all that crazy, though.”
“You don’t?” Noct tilts his head on Nyx’s shoulder to look up at him.
Between the ocean and the stars, Noctis and Nyx ponder the concept of lifetimes beyond their current one.
(Notes: This prompt has been collecting dust for actual YEARS, but better late than never right?)
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“Do you ever think about us?”
Nyx pauses in his steps, tilting his head to one side and blinking curiously at Noctis’ back. The Prince sits near the edge of the lighthouse’s balcony, comfortably bundled by a large blanket around his shoulders, legs slipped through the metal bars so his slippered feet dangle casually through the brisk night breeze. He stares out at the gentle flutter of the Cygillian’s ocean waves as though he’s mesmerized by the constant push and pull, or perhaps the way the moonlight speckles across the surface like a treasure trove of diamonds.
Nyx stands a mere few steps from Noctis’ side, eyes stuck on his back and the sway of the ends of his dark hair in the wind. It’s far beyond a suitable bedtime for either of them, but Nyx can’t seem to find the will to bother trying to urge Noctis back to bed with him. Not on a night like this where he can take in the captivating view with an equally captivating Prince.
“About us?” Nyx repeats, pulling his hands from his hoodie pockets as he takes those last few steps. He sits down next to Noctis, crossing his legs under himself. “Not sure if I’m following you, Noct.”
Noctis purses his lips and makes a contemplative hum. His head tilts slightly back, eyes following the horizon, to the stars, and then the moon.
“Like...” There’s a subtle pinch between his brows. “Do you think there’s other universes out there… and that we’re in them together?”
Nyx’s lips part as he processes Noctis’ questions in his head. There are few things or people that are occasionally capable of leaving Nyx speechless and lacking some form of sharp wit in a relatively quick manner. Of course, Noctis is one of those people and he’s just done it again. Nyx finds himself stuck between two different gut reactions: a soft but fond laugh or simply asking Noctis if he’s okay.
He smiles fondly instead, bumping Noct’s shoulder with his.
“What kind of comics have you been reading lately?”
(The rest on ao3)
(Reblogs would be really, really appreciated <3)
Fighting a swarm of MTs on an open field isn't the most romantic setting. Noctis didn't get the memo.
POTC3 Inspired! Day 2 for @nyxnoctweek2020 ! Contains some suggestive things.
Ao3
“So what? You wouldn’t marry me?”
Nyx only narrowly missed the bullets coming at him, almost tripping at Noctis’ words. He didn’t have time to whip around and look at the younger man before another MT had come hurtling at him. With a little less finesse than he wanted, Nyx quickly sliced into it, before shooting away to guard Prompto’s back.
“I hardly think now is the best time, Noct,” Ignis interrupted, fixing his glasses. “Glaive Ulric is rather preoccupied.”
Nyx would have loved to thank Ignis, but words were still escaping him. He and Noctis had flirted on and off, and the Prince had made it no secret that he was attracted to him. He’d crowded Nyx up against enough back walls and behind doors for Nyx to get the memo.
Nyx cursed the day King Regis had asked him to accompany Noctis and his retinue for their — training roadtrip. It had been the Marshal who suggested doing a bit of hunting work and roughing it would properly prepare Noctis for the throne. After all, his father had done so at his age. It also looked good, it was argued, that Noctis could use that time to connect to Lucians residing outside the wall, and endear them to him.
As capable as his retinue was, the King hadn’t been fully sold until Drautos had (spitefully) name-dropped him. (What better punishment than babysitting the Prince, after all? Second only to wall duty anyway.) Nyx had experience outside the wall, too, anyway.
Nyx would trade a year’s worth of wall duty than be where he was right now. He was regretting even more that he’d caved and let the Prince bunk with him the rare times they’d rented a hotel room. His thighs hadn’t forgiven him for the Prince’s overly enthusiastic performance. He probably still had marks from his Prince’s hands indented along his hips and back, and there was a particularly achy mark whittled into the inside of his thigh. He was lucky for the high collar of his shirt, if only to escape Ignis’ eagle eyes.
Noctis scoffed, looking as moody as a pouting coeurl. After weeks on the road, Nyx had acclimated to their mannerisms; he could feel the eyeroll Gladio was giving.
“The Hero of Insomnia can’t multitask now?” Noctis snarked back petulantly as he and Gladio tag-teamed a group of bots.
Next to him, Prompto gave a low whistle. “He’s got you there, man.”
“What do you want, huh? Do you want me to elope with you right now?” Nyx yelled.
He clicked his tongue when one stubborn MT refused to go down after Ignis’ well-placed dagger struck it’s back. Swiftly he warped, slamming the blade deeper. When the MT finally fell, he tossed the dagger back to Ignis who nodded in turn.
Noctis was scowling. He knew that much. He turned to see, already spreading his arms wide in exasperation. A dumb-ass move, he knew, especially considering their predicament. Prompto made a distressed noise. A flash of blue appeared before him, and a second after, the Prince himself. Nyx wanted to laugh. He’d been right; Noctis’ mouth was downturned harshly.
“No, dumbass, I just want to know if you’d marry me or not,” Noctis said.
An electric zipline hurtled their way. They both looked towards the offending MT. Nyx caught the line, wrapping it strongly around in his fist. He yanked it forward as Noctis swung his engine blade down against the back of its neck.
Nyx groaned. “Of course, I would if I could. But you’re literally the Prince, what the hell do you expect me —”
Noctis cut him off, “By the line of Lucis, I, Noctis Lucis Caelum, hereby request the honor of marrying you, Glaive Nyx Ulric.”
Softer, with feeling, against the backdrop of a true shit show, Noct said, “Marry me, Hero. I’m kind of gone for you.”
Gladio had to catch Ignis in a rare moment of impropriety. He righted him, as the advisor’s face became dumb-struck. Noctis was probably breaking about thirty different royal protocols in under a minute. Nyx wasn’t sure which one of them was going to suffer the advisor’s wrath when (if?) they got out of this.
“You can’t just spring it like that!” Prompto was yelling. “I didn’t even have my camera ready!”
Nyx looked at Noct. Looked at the dirt and sweat all over his face, the way his hair was wind-swept and messy, and the singed hole in his outfit. This was so far out of his pay grade. So far above his station, in more ways than one.
Nyx had entertained the occasional flirting back at the Citadel. It was harmless at best. The two of them trading teasing banter the rare moments they were alone. He'd given the Prince a kiss for his birthday two years before, and maybe one each year after until now. But could he be blamed? The Prince had told him that was good enough a gift in his eyes, and Nyx rarely went against orders. (Drautos was probably sneezing up a storm back at the Citadel).
When they’d left Insomnia, he’d let the touches get more bold. They were outside the Wall after all. Things were different. Noctis might as well have been a regular man. Duty aside, Nyx could be free to joke with him, eat with him, and bond with him and his retinue over a campfire. The impromptu date they’d had at Lestallum had been a moment of weakness. He’d spent weeks out on the road with the Prince and his retinue. He was looking at him inside the dreary, dark halls of the Palace.
All the glitter of an open sky looked good on Noctis. He’d come into himself on the road trip, and Nyx couldn’t say no once he’d set those eyes on him. It was a fling at best, he’d reasoned. No prying eyes, no reporters, no judgement. Ignis’ care aside, Noctis could be free. Nyx just never entertained the idea that it could last.
Noctis had, apparently.
Nyx already knew what he should say. He knew it when he and Noctis met eyes one more time, already standing too still, too long on a gods-damned battlefield. He knew it when they came back to back, carving through MT’s until they were warping around like lightning strikes. The King’s magic, the Prince’s feelings, Nyx wasn’t sure which was drawing adrenaline all over him.
He knew he should say no. But; “Yes! Yes, okay. Court me, damn it.”
Ignis made a high-pitched noise, only just drowned out by Prompto’s whoop of celebration. Noctis’ grin was large, pretty and dimpled until his eyes crinkled. He looked over his shoulder, trusting Nyx to guard his back.
“Ignis! Initiate the thing!”
Ignis shoved Gladio forward into a swinging MT, and scowled with all displeasure of man who would probably challenge the Gods themselves for his Prince. Ignis straightened his jacket.
“You are very lucky, Noctis Lucis Caelum, that I love you so dearly, or else I would sooner face His Majesty’s wrath for ringing your neck than allowing you to court a Glaive.”
“That’s not a no, Iggy!” Prompto teased. He nudged the other man as he set to adjusting his camera. “You got this, big guy! Iggy’ll definitely reward you with cup noodles tonight.”
“Please. I can only take so much stress in one day,” Ignis quipped. He held the bridge of his nose between his fingers for a moment before sighing.
“I, Ignis Scientia, hereby name myself witness to the intentions of His Highness, One-Hundred and Fourteenth of his line, as he asks Glaive Ulric, to — Oh bloody hell!” An MT grabbed onto his foot, scuffing along the shiny leather. Prompto couldn’t help the high-pitched giggle he gave. He pulled Ignis back and shot the MT point blank. “Do you, Nyx Ulric, take Noctis Lucis Caelum to be your intended?”
“Yeah! I do,” Nyx called.
Ignis clicked his tongue, throwing a dagger to guard Gladio’s back . “And you, Noctis?”
“Same! I do, too!”
Ignis rolled his eyes. “Then, on this day, let it be known, that His Highness —” He dodged a hail of bullets. “His Highness, N—” He stabbed another MT. “That you’re married! Now, if you would please, Noctis, hurry this along.”
Noctis grinned, grabbed Nyx by his forearm and pulled him close. Nyx could feel his cheeks ache, sure that a mirror of his. “By the power granted to me by the Crystal, and the Astrals, I hereby name us husbands.”
Nyx laughed, dropping his head to Noctis’ shoulder. The sound of the rapid click of the shutter tickled at Nyx’s ears.
“Come on, guys! Hurry up and kiss before Ignis decides to do the Empire a favor!” Gladio called.
Noctis shrugged. “Well, you heard him.”
Nyx shook his head. He pulled his husband into a kiss, pressing deep against him until he could feel the spark of magic racing along Noctis’ veins and coursing through him. Reluctantly, they parted, and set their eyes on the remaining forces.
Nyx gave a mock bow. “After you, husband.”
Noctis did one right back. “No, no, I insist, honey.”
They shared a look, and took off. In a flash of blue, they were hurtling their blades through the MTs. They cut swiftly through the ranks, back to back, and blade to blade. Gladio gave an impressed yell. Nyx narrowly caught Noctis as they tumbled along, finally able to catch their breaths. Nyx knocked his forehead against his husband’s, unable to stop his laugh.
“His Majesty is going to kill me.”
Noctis cuffed his knuckles against Nyx’s chest, trying to push further into his space. “If we bribe Specs enough, I’m sure he can come up with a plan.”
Nyx slung an arm over Noctis’ shoulder, pulling him along to the others. They all stood apart for a moment before huddling into a messy group hug. Gladio and Prompto pulled at their clothes and ruffled their hair as Ignis rested a gentle hand to junction between their neck and shoulders.
“Well, I suppose, we’re all in this now, aren’t we?” Ignis mused.
Gladio nudged him. “We did swear to follow and protect him.”
“We got your backs! So, how about a group picture to celebrate the occasion?” Prompto chirped in.
Nyx mused about how he was going to break the news to Crowe and Libertus as Prompto set up the tripod and directed them into the shot. He found it didn’t worry him much when Noctis laced his fingers with Nyx’s where it hung over his shoulder. He was the Hero of this story, after all.
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AN: one of the best proposals is the WIll & Elizabeth one, I refuse to believe otherwise. nyxnoct are switches and i will die on this hill. I know my action sequences (and prob my dialogue) leave a lot to be desired, feel free to tell me how i may improve!
Hey~ it's been a bit since I asked for something from ya ;) May I possibly request a thing with noctis and fem!reader doing something cute for Halloween? Maybe eating candy or kissing under a tree?
Good to hear from you and you certainly can!!!!!
Tagging @idiotflowerex @flopity-flips @blossattic and anyone interested!
As badly as you hated to admit it, Noctis had been right. You weren’t too sure what the hype was about - you understood memes and all, but was this really that funny? - but the two of you had won the costume contest, so you weren’t going to question it.
“Can I take this stupid lampshade off now?” you asked your boyfriend as you stumbled into his dark apartment.
“Um, that stupid lampshade got us a five pound gummy chocobo and a garbage bag full of candy,” Noctis replied before lifting the lampshade off your head and dipping to kiss your forehead.
You couldn’t help but smile as you kicked off your shoes, fighting back a giggle as Noctis struggled to shrug off the ridiculously large wings strapped around his chest.
“Need some help, Mister Moth?” you teased.
“Moth Man,” Noctis wined. “I’m Moth Man, succumbing to a sexy street lamp, and this was my idea, thank you.”
You rolled your eyes at Noct’s childlike playfulness and helped him out of the wings. You shared a kiss and eyed the bag full candy on the counter when you pulled away.
“Iggy’s gonna be pissed,” you muttered, wondering how much sugar was in the stuffed plastic.
“And why would Ignis find out?” Noctis huffed, his arms still around you and his lower lip forming a pout. “I wont tell him if you wont.”
“So we hide it?”
“Better. We eat it all right now.”
You laughed out loud, playfully smacking your boyfriends chest. “There’s no way you can eat all that in one night.”
“So it’s a bet,” Noctis challenged, his lips perking into a smirk.
“Oh Gods, Noctis no - “
Before you could finish your argument Noctis was tearing open the bag, both his hands rifling through the contents. You could fuss at him, sure...or you could smack one of his hands away before he took all the good stuff.
May I have scenario of when Noctis introduce Luna to you? ... And you've gone straight to friendzone loool
This turned into more angst than I meant for it too waaaah~
Noctis: “You two are practically already dating!” Your bestfriend was hyping you up for your confession, seeming to be almost more excited than you were.
“It’s just,” The words stick in your throat and you take a sip of water in an attempt to dislodge them into something coherent. “What if this ruins our friendship? What if I’ve been misreading everything?” You check your phone, note the time, and look to see if Noctis had texted you yet. Nerves begin to settle into something concrete before your bestfriend clings to your arm.
“Don’t be ridiculous, (Y/n)! Everyone knows the two of you would be the best couple!” You sigh, feeling yourself relax at the overwhelming positivity Lea showed you. Before you have a chance to respond the quiet ding of your phone sends shockwaves of nerves back into you.
hey (y/n). im outside the arcade.
You suck in a breath and show your phone to Lea. “He’s outside!” Lea gasps something unintelligible before pulling you into a quick hug.
“You’ll do great, (Y/n)! I’ll be over in the diner if you need some moral support!” They point to the diner, which patrons of the arcade could see into via glass window separating the two. With a nod and a calming breath you see Lea off and send Noctis your reply.
Hey!! I’m right inside the entrance!
A second later you get another text.
oh. i see u. do u see me?
Your head whips around and you feel something warm swell within your chest. It’s the same feeling you always get when you see him; that feeling of being picked up and held and safe. Noctis glances up, sees you, and smiles. Suddenly the warmth in your chest blooms into something stronger, spreading out all the way to the edges of your fingertips.
Noctis is trying to make his way around a crowd of screaming nine year-olds without becoming a victim to the soda and pizza chunks getting flung everywhere. With a single step forward you almost call out a cheeky greeting to him when you see him glance back, holding out his hand to a girl you could only describe as breathtaking. Recognition and realization click all at once when you see her face, see Noctis intertwine his fingers with hers...
The feeling of safety is gone. You feel like you’ve been slammed into the concrete from a thousand miles high.
“(Y/n),” You blink once, force yourself to focus on Noctis’s face as he stands in front of you. “Sorry I’m late. Luna came to visit and I wanted to wait for her.” Lunafreya stops beside him, somehow seeming calm and nervous with the smile she sends your way.
Nails grate across your heart but you smile, clamp your eyes shut to stop the tears from building up, and shrug. “No big deal, Noct. It’s nice to meet you Lady Lunafreya.”
She takes your hand and you feel bile rise in your throat at how soft her touch is. “Just Luna is fine. Noctis has mentioned you quite a bit.” She’s still smiling at you and you want nothing more than to sink into the ground.
A few more pleasantries are exchanged and Luna excuses herself to use the restroom; without his fiancee he finally turns his full attention to you but it doesn’t have the same effect. There’s still heat in your chest but now it feels more like an all-consuming fire, threatening to turn you to ash if you held his gaze for too long. “Hey (Y/n)...”
“Yeah?” You curse yourself for your voice cracking but by some miracle Noctis doesn’t notice.
