Throne - Noctis Lucis Caelum
Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader
Warnings: Language, at the very end
Song: Throne by Bring Me The Horizon
(A/N) - I try to keep these as gender neutral as possible, but unless it’s specifically requested that reader be gender neutral, female pronouns may be used a few times. Ignore it if you want, or come and request. I take reader insert requests as well as personal requests. :))
Remember the moment you left me alone and
Broke every promise you ever made
I was an ocean, lost in the open
Nothing could take the pain away
Noctis’ heart hand long ago been hardened by the burdens of being royal, as well as the many difficulties he faced on his journey to reclaim his kingdom. The war they were fighting was one not easily won, Noctis figured out pretty early on. The young prince had never really understood the point of the war, not until the death of his father, King Regis. With no Caelum heir sitting on the throne, the kingdom was falling into chaos faster than Prompto was taking pictures. The four boys had been travelling together for the longest time, and never in a million years would any of them think that (Y/N) (L/N), an infamous Lucian assassin, would be joining them.
So you can throw me to the wolves
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne
They had crossed paths with (Y/N) on their way to Cindy’s garage, nearly dying in the process. The assassin had been assigned, by a third party gang leader, to take the life of a rival gang leader. Having been informed of her identity prior to the physical meeting, Noctis made sure to put Gladio on watch for any suspicious moves, ulterior motives. With many daemons programmed to take the life of the last remaining Lucis Caelum, it only seemed smart to invite (Y/N) to travel with them. She now sat in the back seat, between Prompto and Noctis, twirling a small blade in her hands.
“Stop swinging that thing around, you’re going to kill one of us!” Prompto complained, scooting closer to the door on his right. (Y/N) only scoffed.
“Please, I’m a professionally trained assassin. I know how to wield a blade and not harm a little bird like yourself.” She said, folding the blade back in on itself and pinching Prompto’s nose. The blonde pouted, turning away slightly. Noctis only chuckled at his friend’s antics.
The sticks and the stones that
You used to throw have
Built me an empire
So don't even try
To cry me a river
'Cause I forgive you
You are the reason I still fight
Memories of his father replayed in Noctis’ head as they made the long drive to Cindy’s garage, praying that the car wouldn’t break down before then. The king rarely had time for his son, considering all of his kingly duties in which he had to take care of before his own kin; they had servants and nurses for that, right?
When they had finally made it to the garage, Noctis sat by himself to the side as Cindy fixed the car, with Prompto shamelessly flirting with the woman. (Y/N) sat down next to the youthful royal, sighing as she did so.
“How is the future king of Lucis doing today?” She asked, receiving a grunt from Noctis before he decided to have a proper conversation.
“I’m still alive, right?” He chuckled. “That’s what matters, I guess.” He said, looking towards the girl as she blew a (H/C) lock out of her face.
“I suppose if that’s the best you can do,” She jabbed lightly, elbowing his arm softly. “What’s a prince like you doing hanging out with someone like me? Are you guys really that desperate for fighters?” (Y/N) asked, half joking, half serious.
So you can throw me to the wolves
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne
“Do you really want to sit through a Lucian history lesson?” Noctis laughed.
“What else do we have to do here, your majesty?” She asked, laughing herself.
“Well, buckle up. It’s quite the venture,” Noctis replied, turning towards the girl. “It all started a few years ago. I was sent away by my father, who told me that the throne was in trouble, and that he didn’t have much time left. He told me I needed to fight until I reclaimed the throne, until I ‘avenged’ him. I didn’t know what he meant, considering that I was thirteen years old, and he was still alive. Ever since then, we’ve been fighting to get back into the castle, and we’ve had almost no success. The amount of daemons and people who want the royal line dead is almost astounding, although I suppose there’s always enemies of the crown, right? Well, it’s been four years and I haven’t been able to reclaim the kingdom yet. You don’t suppose you could help with that, could you?” Noctis chuckled, trying to cover up the devastation and heartbreak with humor.
So you can throw me to the wolves
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne
“Of course I’ll be here to help. You think I just tagged along for the ride?” She poked fun at the way in which they’d met, with Gladio right under her blade. After a bit of negotiation from Ignis, she ended up in the backseat with a pouting Glagiolus Amicitia in the passenger seat.
“Good to know,” Noctis said, looking over to Prompto and Cindy, still flirting shamelessly while the engine was being fixed. Gladio and Ignis sat together on a nearby bench, scrolling through whatever seemed interesting on their phones. “Want to go take a walk? I don’t think this will be done for awhile.” Noctis said, standing up and reaching his arm out to (Y/N), who gladly accepted it. The trails outside of the garage lead to many places Noctis didn’t necessarily want to see, considering the amount of daemons out this particular evening. Arm in arm, the pair wandered aimlessly around the town.
The young prince couldn’t deny the assassin’s beautiful (S/C) features, stealing glances at her as she gazed around the unfamiliar land. He wondered if he would ever be able to accept a love like this again, after the deaths of both his father and betrothed, Lady Lunafreya. The scars left in his heart and mind seemed as if they would never heal; they only built up his anger and need for vengeance towards the neighboring enemy kingdoms, as well as the daemons and droids sent to attack the prince as his accomplices.
I'll leave you choking
On every word you left unspoken
Rebuild all that you've broken
And now you know
I'll leave you choking
On every word you left unspoken
Rebuild all that you've broken
And now you know
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne
Noctis stopped the pair abruptly, confusing the young girl beside him. He turned to her with a nervous, yet adventurous, glint in his eyes.
“What’s up?” (Y/N) said, offering him a small smile. Her features were lit up by the setting evening sun, giving her (S/K) edges a golden glow. Noctis sighed, and then took in another deep breath.
“Uhm,” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Finally deciding on his decision, even if it meant certain death. “I’m sorry about this.” He said. There was a slight objection from (Y/N), wanting to know what the problem was, until the Lucian heir interrupted her thoughts and words with his lips on hers. A surprising, yet certainly not unwelcome, gift.
For the first time in years, Noctis felt nearly whole again as his mouth moved against (Y/N)’s, his hands pulling her closer by her hips while her hands slid up his body until they found their way into his black hair.
He paid no mind to his past, or the tasks at hand; all that mattered in this moment was that she made him feel, well, good. That was something that the young prince hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever; and he wouldn’t change a thing about it.
So you can throw me to the wolves
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne
Holy shit, this was so goddamn bad and I’m so sorry. My first few pieces probably will be shit, I’m not even going to lie. Requests are rarely closed so feel free to hit me up with anything you want to see on this blog. I don’t really have any restrictions besides your basic rule against shit like sexism, homophobia, and racism. Thanks for reading, catch ya later ;))
