Rule Well, Young King

NyxNoct- Scars

rating: general audiences pairings: nyx/noctis tags: @nyxnoctweek2020 day 4: galahd word count: 1061 author’s notes: not really happy with this one ‘cause I rushed to get it out in time, but I think the follow up idea I have tomorrow will be fun to compensate for it (ao3 link)

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“What else don’t I know about Galahd?”

Nyx blinked over at Noctis, head shifting a minute amount from his unmoving parade rest. He met his wide earnest eyes for just a glance before resuming his forward stare. He was still on the clock, whether or not the superior to his superior was there to distract him or not.

“Don’t know, Highness. You’d have to tell me.”

“Might take a while.”

“Well, as you can see, I’ve got nothing but time.”

Nyx craned his neck to indicate the vast, empty hall he was so emphatically impressed upon to guard with his life for the day. He knew that it was just a precaution against intruders, but it felt kind of hard to feel the gravity of such a task when there was so little in the hall worth protecting. The Citadel halls were usually well-adorned with valuable paintings and busts and hanging memorabilia from ancient kings past.

But this was the servants’ hall, where there was no one around to impress with the bygone artifacts of old royalty. Not even the new royalty passed through here enough to warrant a Kingsglaive watching their backs. Which was why he’d been so surprised when the Crown Prince of all people came scampering up to him. Time to put on his serious face, he supposed.

“What about you?” Nyx asked him. “Aren’t you usually pressed for time yourself?”

“I’m making my own time today.”

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Nyx Ulric, Noctis Lucis Caelum Additional Tags: Galahd (Final Fantasy XV), Galahd Customs, Family, Traditions Series: Part 4 of NyxNoct Week 2020 Summary:

Words: 3,886 Rating: T Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Tags: Fluff and Humor, Slice of Life, Misunderstandings Summary: Noctis wanted to ask Nyx out. It didn’t go according to plan. Nyx wanted to ask Noctis out. It also didn’t go according to plan.

Noctis and Nyx endure the consequences of being mutual disasters.

Notes: Day 1 for @nyxnoctweek2020 using the prompt “Misunderstandings” :)

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I need to leave the country immediately.

The text was sent to Prompto nearly thirty minutes ago and Noct can’t stop staring at it. It’s his one and only train of thought at the moment, stuck on a ruthless loop in his own head while he paces back and forth in his apartment. He tried sitting down to focus on his breathing, but every time he closes his eyes, Noct relives the moment he made a fool of himself. 

He’s The Prince of Lucis, for Shivasake. Meant to inherit the throne and rule a kingdom. One would think he has a better grasp on social cues. No, no, no. Apparently any semblance of holding a normal interaction is out the door the second he’s faced with rugged features, a square jaw and periwinkle blue eyes. 

Training with Nyx was going so well. Noct was at his peak performance, impressing Nyx with his speed and precision as they sparred. Hell, he figured even Gladio would give him a pat on the back and tell him he needed to see that fire more often. Nyx brings it out in him so easily, with his stupidly handsome smirk and the way he playfully goads Noct into keeping up with him as he warps. 

With his confidence at an all time high, Noctis was ready to tell Prompto he was finally making headway with Nyx. A few more days, a few more training sessions, a little more flirting, and maybe Noct would be ready to ask him out after working up the courage for ages.

But then that simple fist was raised at him and -

“Noct?” Prompto knocks even though Noct mentioned the door would be open. “You here, buddy?”

rating: general audiences pairings: nyx/noctis tags: @nyxnoctweek2020, day 1: date, misunderstandings, unexpected connection word count: 1426 author’s notes: writing’s been rough, but I’ve never let a celebration of my favorite rarepair go by no matter the creative block! this is short, but hopefully it won’t be the only one I contribute for the week (ao3 link)

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“Watch your step.”

“I know how to walk.”

“Okay,” Nyx chuckled. “But do you know where you’re going?”

Noctis bristled, shoulders scrunching to his ears like the hackles of an angry cat. He was about ready to remind Nyx that he was the Crown Prince and that he did not need to be patronized like this. But he kept biting back that artifice of pride which he’d denied so well for so long because that wasn’t who he was. No matter how much Nyx Ulric’s self-assured smirk might tempt him to be, just for one second, just to put him in his place.

It was a miserable day and he was in a more miserable mood long before one of the Crown’s perfectly tailored shadows materialized to escort him. It had just rained, the guy Prompto set him up with for lunch had never showed, and he was just feeling all around hopeless and stupid and tired of ever letting himself think he’d have a shot at a normal date. Having the afternoon to himself just to brood on that for a bit was too much to ask for, apparently.

Oracle Noctis meets the entourage escorting him and his personal guard to Insomnia. The one leading them peaks more than a passing interest.

Totally, totally inspired by @jazzraft‘s Oracle Noct AU. @nyxnoctweek2020​!

AO3

Noctis was melting in his clothes. The shitty, pretentious outfit Emperor Aldercapt had insisted he wear as the Oracle wasn’t helping any. The Imperial whites and red, and long heavy sleeves and fabrics did little to suit the near desert heat of Leide. With his white hood up, Noct was still baking in the shade. Beside him, his best friend and personal bodyguard, Prompto was doing no better.

The price of the Lucii

Words: 2,202 Rating: Gen Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Summary: On his birthday, Noctis needs a moment away from being The Prince. To his relief, Nyx is the one that comes to find him. Notes: Happy birthday to the Prince and King of my (and Nyx’s) heart! <3

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“Thought I’d find you out here.”

The voice that almost startles Noctis is as smooth as the wine he treated himself to at the start of the night, leaving him feeling warm and fuzzy inside. Noctis lifts his chin from where it rests in his palm, biting back the smile that already wants to curve his lips whilst he stares out at the city lights.

Nyx is barely slipping the double glass doors shut when Noctis turns to face him. He’s faced with an impish grin, like the glaive already knew Noct’s been pondering the idea of sneaking off. Like the sheer thought of breaking rules and decorum is enough to summon the man.

“Did someone send you out here to drag me back inside?” Noctis has to ask with a half joking smile, crossing his arms over the perfectly ironed fabric of his royal raiment.

“I think the phrase your father used was ‘ Make sure he’s alright ’. I’m just surprised I found you before Ignis did.”

“Think I’m glad you did.” Noctis’ eyes wander to the floor and he turns back to face the glowing city, resting his arms on the balcony’s railing. He listens to Nyx’s quiet footsteps and, for the first time tonight, doesn’t put the mask of the perfect prince on when the glaive joins at his side.

“What’s on your mind, birthday boy?” Nyx nudges Noct’s shoulder with his own.

Noct thought sneaking off somewhere a little more quiet would help. He thought a breath of fresh air might make him feel less suffocated. He thought taking a minute or two to focus on the stars might be his best chance at clearing his head, but if he listens closely enough, he can still hear the music from the citadel’s grand ballroom pulsing in his ears.

It subtly beats at his back. Pestering him as if the upbeat unison of the miniature orchestra playing within could tempt him back down to the ballroom’s luxuriously marbled floors and make him shift his feet in graceful harmony with a myriad of partners.  Yeah right. Noctis has done his dancing for the night. He’s done the appropriate amount of mingling and offered his polite round of thanks for the birthday wishes bestowed to him this night.

He needs a moment away from being Prince Noctis. 

“When we heard your mother was about to give birth, your father and I dropped everything.”