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*spaws from the void*
Things are happening. I'm tired of waiting. I'm going to bring the NyxNoct Week event back to life. I miss this event so much, and I want it to happen again every year. We need more new NyxNoct content! Right now, I'm working on the preparations. If there are any updates, I'll shout it out loud from the void.
*disappears back into the void*
Tragic heroes of FFXV *sheds a tear*
I think Nyx and Noctis have more in common than they think
Scavenger Hunt
Pairing: NyxNoct
Nyx doesn't know what to get Noctis for his birthday, but a suggestion from Crowe gives the glaive a great idea. Now Noctis is off on a scavenger hunt full of wonderful (and one, not so wonderful) memories to find out what surprise Nyx has waiting for him at the end.
This is a birthday themed fic for the @nyxnoctocalypse birthday event!
Happy Birthday, Noctis!
Ao3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11784495
This is for our nyxnoct birthday event, and I hope you enjoy it. Dedicated to Dragons_Chaotica who gave me the idea in the first place!
(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))
The Plan
This thing had started a little over a year ago.
Nyx had met the prince many years before, and he’d always considered him pretty, beautiful if he was being honest with himself. That said, he hadn’t expected anything but a friendly camaraderie with his future king. The night of Noctis’ twentieth birthday had changed that. It was obvious that the heir had way too much to drink that evening and had caught Nyx alone, confessing his attraction to him. Days later, when the embarrassment had worn off, the two had met up and cleared the air over a few drinks. Seeing a mutual attraction between them, they decided to give this thing, whatever it was, a go.
a date for a debt
something silly for the next one, with ardyn, the long-suffering uncle figure and noct, his stupid-in-love apprentice. clearly there is a reason why nothing ever gets done around their shop.
“Ardyn.”
The man in question didn’t move, didn’t even acknowledge the buzzing sound at the edge of his perception. Laid out as he was on the sofa taking up nearly an entire wall of his shop’s main room, one would think that he did not have a job to do.
“Ardyn.”
Still no answer. Muttering under his breath, the immortal’s apprentice gave up on subtlety and decided that that he was not awake enough to deal with this.
“Wake the fuck up.” And with this, Noctis plopped himself on his back, sitting squarely in the middle of it and punching the breath out of the suddenly awake man who did not quite gasp but still let out a disgruntled sound that pulled a laugh from the youngest’s lips.
“My dear,” Ardyn started lightly, “Pray tell, what exactly do you think you are doing?”
“Waking your lazy ass up. You would think that after two thousand years, you wouldn’t need as much sleep.”
“I enjoy the finest things in life.”
“Yeah, well, the finest things you have to take care of right now are me and the shop, in that order. We have rituals to prepare.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“If I don’t, nobody will.”
“Oh really? How about that boy working in— “
How this came about I have no idea. I was chopping veggies for my beaded dragon and I had to take a break so that I wouldn’t forget this. This is inspired by @praeyers all for the braids chapter 1. This is not what I was supposed to write today.
“You do realize that it is going to take a lot of work to get this relationship accepted, right?” Regis had finished grilling his son about hiding his boyfriend from him a while ago. Now Regis was able to move on to the next part of his dad talk with his son. It felt nice.
“It’s not like it hasn’t been hard already,” Noctis shrugged. They had made it through two years of ups and downs while hiding their relationship. If anything, it would be easier to work through their problems with it being in the open.
Regis watched his son reach for the braids behind his ear. There was only one thing that had him uncertain. “You know the counsel is not going to be happy. They will want him to cease being a Kingsglaive. They’ll probably have something to say about the braids as well.” He hummed thoughtfully as his fingers drummed the end of his cane.
Noct snorted before letting out a small laugh. “I would love to see them try to tell Nyx what to do.” As he reach for his tea, he stopped. He blinked a few times before turning to look at his father. A bright smile was slowly forming on his lips. “I would love to see them try, to tell Nyx what to do!”
Regis thought of all of the reports he had been given regarding Nyx’s difficulty with authority figures. He has had Dratous close to an aneurism a few times. He smiled wider as he agreed with his son, “I think I would like to see that as well.”
“I’ll have Iggy make sure we have popcorn!”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Princess hated Drautos.
When she was a puppy, falling over her own oversized paws as she tried in vain to keep up with Nyx as he warped about the practice field until Crowe swept her into her arms, it was funny. Drautos would step into the arena and look down at the snarling bundle of blue grey fur with a tired expression.
“Dogsitting for his Highness?” He drawled, hands clasped behind his back.
Nyx smirked, “Protecting the members of the royal family is my duty, sir.”
But nobody missed the leather cord wrapped in a bow around her Lucian black collar, embroidered with skulls. Just like how nobody missed that the ankles of Nyx’s uniforms were sprinkled with dog hair most days, especially when he was coming in from a day off duty. As Princess grew older, and bigger and bigger and bigger, the teeth she bared at the captain of the Kingsglaive were a bit more problamatic. The bite of a hundred and ten pound dog was far more threatening than that of the five pound puppy, after all.
But she came to heel when Noctis called and mindfully kept herself to the King’s left side and so for the most part, her random bouts of aggression were laughed at and dismissed.
(“It’s… ok?” Noctis had asked, stunned when his father hadn’t so much as blinked at the puppy wiggling in his arms. Princess was licking the air preemptively as the King approached, ready to lay a thick layer of sticky affection against the monarch’s hands. Regis smiled and hooked his finger under the puppy’s chin.
“As long as it is taken care of.” He’s replied evenly, “As I suspect this shall be the only grandchild I’m likely to get. Isn’t that right, Sir Ulric.”
Nyx, stationed at the door, had choked on air.)
Even Libertus was wary of her sometimes, but Nyx had told him that it was only because she could sense that he still held a level of animosity towards the prince. (“Dogs can sense evil.” He’s laughed.) Alone, or in the company of the others Princess was fine. She kept her distance, preferring to sit wrapped around Nyx’s feet or next to Crowe’s chair, as she routinely fed her scraps, but the second Noctis arrived, Princess moved to the prince’s side and stayed there, never growling, only bearing her teeth whenever Libertus came near.
She took to the training regimen Ignis and Nyx had designed like a dream. She walked off leash, barked on command and was good enough of a guard dog for Gladio to affectionately call her the “little shield.” Prompto of course, was in love as well, and had formed an entire photo album dedicated to her. Selfies of himself and Princess when he kidnapped her for a run. Shots of Noctis, smiling as bright as the sun as Princess licked at his face, candid shots of Gladio carrying her, all one hundred and something pounds, like a baby against his hip. Ignis cooking in Noct’s apartment with Princess waiting at his side for the inevitable moment that he slipped her a scrap. His favorite however, was a shot of Nyx looking down at Noctis, affection so bright in his expression as the prince had pressed his nose against Princess’s, that he’d printed off a copy and slide it into Nyx’s hands on his birthday.
Princess the Pitbull slept curled at the end of the bed in Nyx’s apartment when Noctis was there, or when the prince was away, tucked against the glaive’s side, nose buried into his armpit. And still, despite it all, Princess was always “Noct’s dog” whenever anyone asked.
She was “Noct’s dog” when Nyx dropped her off for the day at Noct’s apartment, or his chambers in the Citadel, “Noct’s dog” when she grew jealous of Nyx stealing all of the prince’s attention and forced her way between them to shower him with kisses, “Noct’s dog” when she pushed silently but steadily against his calves whenever the Captain approached to chat.
She was Noct’s dog, until he almost didn’t come home from the front.
Nyx couldn’t really remember what happened, to be honest. Everything was running about as smoothly as it could against the Empire’s manufactured monsters, the line was holding, they were making progress, Crowe was bitching about something or other just behind him, hurling lightning bolts and curses in turn. He remembered a shout, a flash of light and then?
He remembered waking in transport, he remembered his hands were dripping wet, remembered that his entire body seemed to be twitching, dancing to a beat he could not hear. Crowe had his head in her hands, forcing his head down and still. But everything sounded wrong, distant and foggy, it was too dark, too hazy for mid-day. And although he could feel something warm, and sticky and wet against his palms every other feeling was lost.
Keep your eyes open, you fucking idiot .
He remembered trying to say something, but his tongue was heavy in his mouth, flopping uselessly against his teeth. His mouth felt like it was filled with cotton, muffling the flippant remark he was aiming for. Libertus appeared above him, gnawing on his bottom lip like he had as a kid, but his eyes were too bright, too watery for a victory ride home.
When he blinked next he was in the hospital. Curled on the bed beside him, her bulk tucked into the smallest ball she was capable was Princess and asleep next to her, both hands tangled in his own was Noctis.
(A new magitech weapon, he was told later, specifically designed to disrupt the magic of the crystal.)
When a nurse poked her head into his room, the look on her face indicated that Noctis and Princess had somehow managed to sneak in under her nose, somehow, seeing as how the Crown Prince usually didn’t do much sneaking anywhere.
But when she spotted Princess on the bed beside him, the dog’s bright blue eyes warily watching where the nurse was stationed at the doorway, Nyx settled one bandaged hand (what had even happened?) on top of Princess’s head, causing the dog to turn her gaze to her bleary eyed master and smiled up at the nurse.
“Sorry,” He lied, “My dog’s kinda protective. Don’t worry, she doesn’t bite.”
Which, he figured, wasn’t exactly a lie.
After that, Princess was ‘their’ dog.
She still hated Drautos.
She hated him through the peace negotiations, teeth bared as she sat just out of view at Clarus’s side. The Shield was unsure what to do with the bundle of unhappy energy, as scratching behind her ears didn’t seem to distract her as it had in the past. Princess hated Drautos as she stepped, not for the first time, between him and Nyx as the Captain gave the less than subtle suggestion that Nyx read up on the news. She hated Drautos when she stood crying and whining beside Nyx on the steps of the Citadel and watched as the Regalia sailed away over the blacktop. But Nyx didn’t really understand why until much later.
Of course, it’d been much too late by then.
By then, as the fire of a magic far beyond anything he’d ever be able to control burned and cracked through his skin as he struggled to just breathe. As he burned hotter than the Infernian, scorching from the inside out in the first rays of a new dawn amongst the rubble and ruin of the last home he’d ever known, Princess’s whines were falling on deaf ears. But her tongue, where she nosed at the hand just barely keeping him upright, was cool, nearly shockingly cold and he used the last of his energy to cut the purple feathered ribbon from his arm and tie it in an approximation of a bow around her collar. She looked more grey than blue now, covered in soot and ash from wherever she’d escaped to in the chaos and there was a sluggishly bleeding line of blood drying on her back.
“Good girl–” Nyx let his face fall forward to her forehead, unable not to lift his hands to rub behind her ears, her high pitched whine only just broke through the clouds in his mind. “–Go… go find Daddy.”
But Princess waited. She nudged Nyx’s limp arm up and around herself to curl into the curve of his side. She waited until Nyx’s labored breathing grew quiet and until the chest she had rested her head upon grew still. She waited and she cried until the sun had risen high in the sky, until there was no one there to wait with, before she set off.
Princess eventually stumbled into the group at Hammerhead, or most accurately they stumbled into her. Cindy had spotted her limping down the road from the still burning wreckage of Insomnia, paws burnt from scorching pavement, covered in ash and road dust and sticky with blood. But Princess was not vicious, despite how cautiously Cindy approached or how Cid hovered over her shoulder until he’d spotted the skull motif on her frayed collar.
“It’s Noct’s dog.” Cid said, holding out his hand. Princess barked once, recognizing the name and shuffled forward to press her head firmly into his hand.
“Go call ‘em up. Tell ‘em we found her.” Cid instructed and lead the dog inside for a desperately needed bath and meal.
The boys screamed into the parking lot a few hours later, Noctis at the wheel, and he leapt from the vehicle, leaving it running despite Ignis’s shouts about parking brakes and took off at a sprint for the lump of gunmetal fur curled in the shade at Cid’s side.
With her feet wrapped up in little strips of bandages, Princess’s gait was awkward, but she met her boy halfway across the parking lot as he crashed to his knees.
“Where is he? Where’s Daddy?” Noctis cooed brokenly, hands shaking as she licked at the entirety of his face. But he already knew.
He’d known when his phone went straight to voicemail. The ripped and frayed stripe of purple fabric, stained with fingerprints that had long since had oxidized to brown wrapped clumsily around her collar only confirmed it.
'stardust', another poem for nyxnoct week day 6 - thanks guys
NyxNoct Week Day 2: Proposal
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.
