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This part is a bit of a small interlude before we get down to the real fun. :)

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Ardyn woke to pain.

This was such an unusual experience in and of itself--Beyond Noct's ever so delightful attempts at healing, Ardyn hadn't felt so much as a chill since the age of thirty-five--that he took a minute simply to examine it, to pick apart each twinge and shiver of flesh. There was a tightening at his skin--warmth? Surely not. Then there was an ache in his hips and lower back, and a gnawing, twisting fire in his abdomen that moved through him as though alive, tearing at his insides with a pain just short of exquisite.

His stomach growled. Oh.

"Toast in the fridge," Noct mumbled. He had an arm slung over Ardyn's chest, and his fingers ran through the tips of his hair. Ardyn felt another pain, a tension just over his lungs, and rolled the young man off.

Then he tried the toast. It was cold, covered in syrup and no longer as crisp as it had been the day before, but Ardyn was used to forcing down elaborate dinners at Niflheim state affairs that felt of ash and paper against a tongue no longer suited for taste.

His senses were still dulled, but the sweetness was almost overwhelming. Ardyn had to take his time, and when he was done, Noct had risen in a tangle of sheets and disheveled hair to watch him.

"You look dreadful," Ardyn said, and Noct grinned.

"Yeah. I'll order more. It's gonna be a long day."

Ardyn felt a shiver run up his arms, and nodded. "Oh, I expect it will."

The tickling over his skin started to bother him by midday, when Noct was finally ready to start another round of healing. He shed his jacket and rolled back his sleeves, and when Noct touched him, he could feel the pressure of his fingers.

He wondered if, as he was now, he would be able to tell what Noct tasted like.

By evening, most of Ardyn's bloodstream had been cleansed, and Noct could barely stand. Again, Ardyn touched him, careful and light, and felt the well of power straining through the weakened sludge of the Scourge, bringing light to his hands.

"You're getting better at this," Noct said. He smirked. "For a dinosaur."

"Excuse me?" Ardyn's hand slid down to the side of the younger man's neck.

"Sorry. Old man? Great-great to the hundredth--" Noct cackled as he was shoved back, and hooked his fingers in the lapels of Ardyn's shirt, dragging him along for half a step. Ardyn felt warmth on his palm when he held Noct's hip, and that tension in his chest spiked again.

When Noct surged up to kiss him, Ardyn was disappointed to find he didn't taste much of anything. Well. Maybe next time. He opened his mouth to him, pressed Noct down on the bed, shifted his knee to push his legs open.

He knew how this went, but he'd never felt it so keenly before. Every touch was new, every shift of skin and pulse of blood a heady sensation that threatened to topple Ardyn over the edge of reason. Noct was smiling through it, teasing and too gentle, and when Ardyn pulled at the roots of his hair the cry of pleasure he made was enough. Ardyn gave himself over to it, to him, and forgot, just for a while, the inevitable pain of living.

Whoops, forgot to add that it was part 9. My bad!

just woke up and yesss, part 9

Ahhh I love the idea of Ardyn rediscovering himself from the smalledt things, remembering how touch and taste feels...
Got me even more exited to see where this goes ;) *gives goats over full of gratitude*

Aw, yeah! Finally, I can start up a goat farm like ma always wanted and give up this humdrum retail life! :D

Ardyn's definitely learning (re-learning?) some new things, lately...

Well, Noct and Ardyn DID bust out of Insomnia pretty obviously, and that car isn't exactly subtle...

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“You and your husband enjoying the honeymoon so far?” Coctura, the one-woman powerhouse behind the Galdin Quay restaurant, smiled as she set about preparing Noct’s order: Two house specials to go, hold the veggies on one, extra rare for the other. Noct, who was leaning on the counter, slipped on his elbow and jarred the counter wall with his knee.

Honeymoon? Of course Ardyn would use that as a cover. “Uh, yeah,” he said. “The place is great.”

“You should go to the beach at night, if you haven’t already.” Coctura spun a sauce bottle in the air, and a little girl at the other end of the counter applauded. “With the daemons getting all… you know, lately, we’ve had live music every evening.”

“What do you mean, you know?”

Coctura gave him a sideways look. “Wow, you guys really are having fun, huh?” Noct was probably sure he was flushing at least seven types of red. “It’s been all over the news. Daemons are getting… weird. There aren’t as many of them, for one thing. And when they try to form, the ground does that churning purpley thing it usually does, but they don’t take a shape. It’s like they’re stuck.” She shrugged. “Dino took me out to see it happen. Says it’s the biggest scoop since someone spotted the prince last week.”

This time, Noct managed not to slip. He thanked Coctura for the meal when it was done and sizzling in his to-go boxes, asked for a newspaper, and carried both of them into his rooms. As he kicked the door open with his foot, he saw Coctura staring at him strangely, reaching for another copy of the paper with her free hand. He wondered if he’d have to send Ardyn out for food from then on.

Ardyn was lying back on one of the couches, looking like he was trying to catch up on two thousand years of sleep, when Noct quietly shut the door behind him. Noct set the food down on the coffee table and unfolded the newspaper.

The daemon story was front and center. Scientists were going wild trying to explain the sudden drop in daemonic activity, one woman kept insisting that it was tied to the way the days seemed to be getting longer, doomsday activists were popping up all over Insomnia… Noct whistled.

“Something the matter, Noctis?”

Noct waved a hand in the direction of Ardyn’s voice, and scanned the page. He groaned at the second headline.

“Shit. Ardyn.” He passed the newspaper over, and Ardyn raised both brows.

“Ah, well, this is to be expected,” he said. “If my death would be the death of the Scourge, cleansing it in me is effectively cleansing Eos. Why, are you having second thoughts, dear heart?”

“Look lower,” Noct said. He opened his box—No need to waste food—and unwrapped the silverware. Ardyn took a minute to read, then flipped open the paper and turned a few pages.

“I see.” He set the paper down. “Your Crownsguard friends must have told the King of your disappearance.”

“Kingsglaive,” Noct said. “There’s a difference.” Ardyn rolled his eyes.

“No matter,” Ardyn told him. “I’ve been maintaining an illusion over myself since we arrived. I can certainly extend the courtesy to you if it worries you so.” He twisted his hand in an odd gesture. Noct glanced down at himself, but he seemed unchanged.

“Is it something other people can see, but not me?”

Ardyn frowned. “No, that should have worked.” He tried again. Nothing happened. He rose, and Noct could see him concentrating, trying to pull from his reserves of magic.

“I can’t… It’s gone,” he said. “The Scourge is too weak.”

“Maybe you have your own magic again,” Noct said, trying not to panic. “Like mine. You healed me last night, right?”

Ardyn sank into the couch, looking stricken. “Perhaps I’m simply… tired. Gods, how do you survive, having to recharge every evening? It’s dreadfully inconvenient.”

“I get by,” Noct said, with his mouth full of steak. Ardyn groaned.

Still, they both decided that, just in case, they would order room service for the foreseeable future.

Noct was pretty sure that (with the help of an elixir) he could finish up by the end of the evening. The Scourge was reduced to a shadow in Ardyn’s body by mid-afternoon, and the trickiest part was rooting out what was left without getting too distracted. Ardyn lay naked on the bed, the light of Noct’s magic flowing through his skin, and Noct was reminded of their first trip together. Think of it like cleansing the fountain, he thought, when particles of the Scourge eluded him to slip through Ardyn’s bloodstream. He focused, drawing his magic out in a spreading pool, and placed both hands on Ardyn’s chest to remain steady above him.

A knock on the door nearly threw off his focus. Noct blinked light from his eyes, panic rising as the knocking grew more insistent, and Ardyn narrowed his eyes. A magical wall, crystalline like the ones his father built in their early years of training in defensive spells, crackled as it formed over the door. The sound was muffled through the crystal, and Noct looked down at Ardyn to find the man smiling wryly.

“It seems you were right about my magic,” he said. The wall of the room shuddered with the force of a blow, and Ardyn gripped Noct’s arms tight. “You’re nearly done,” he whispered.

“Right.” Noct tried to block out the steady pounding and sank into his magic again. He was chasing down specks, now, forcing them to congregate in one place as his magic drowned them out. Slowly, one by one, the particles of the Scourge burned out of existence. There was only a handful left. So close. So close--

There was a cracking noise, and Noct felt Ardyn’s magic shift within him. He was casting a spell, he knew, but he couldn’t afford to check. He lowered his hands to the last spot where the Scourge dwelled, and turned all of his will onto it. Ardyn let out a sharp cry, and just as the last of the Scourge was cleansed from his body, Noct felt a rush of wind, a sudden chill, hands on his arms.

“Wait,” he croaked, as the light began to die in his hands, in Ardyn’s blood, in the very air of the room. “Wait, I need to make sure. I need—“ The dizziness that came on the heels of a major working was closing in fast, and Noct could only loll his head back to see the familiar black and silver uniforms of the Kingsglaive. How did they find him? Coctura? Ardyn’s car, still sitting out in the parking lot under a protective awning? What were they—what were they doing with Ardyn?

Ardyn was speaking, but the sound came out warped and strange. Noct clutched at an arm—Crowe’s arm, good, he trusted Crowe—and tried to force himself to his feet.

“Easy, kid,” said Nyx.

“Another day,” Noct said, desperately. “I need another day.”

“Fucking hell,” said one of the Glaives. “What did he do to him?”

And with that, the tangle of limbs and the cacophony of voices overwhelmed him at last, and Noct fell into the dark.

oooo, this is getting good ::settles down to wait for the next edition::

hmmmmmm cliffhanger!! XD

What a great cliffhanger! Can't wait for the next update!

This is so gorgeous!!! And ouch what a cliffhanger.

Thank you for sharing, ngl this is one of my favourites in the fandom :)

D: D: D:

i just want them to be happy??

I love this story <3

"Ardyn Izunia." King Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII sat rigid on his throne, light gleaming from the ring in his left hand. The curtains in the throne room were drawn, and the magic that shone about the king in a halo made the shadows of the pillars and balconies stretch impossibly far. "You have been charged with the kidnapping of the prince of Lucis, his highness Noctis Lucis Caelum. How do you plead?"

Ardyn was kneeling on the dais beneath the king, shackled at the wrists and ankles. His smile was foxlike in the shadow of the throne.

"Oh, I haven't pleaded with anyone in ages, your majesty," he said. One of the guards at his side frowned, and he shrugged, chains clinking. "But if it helps, he was the one who walked into my car."

Regis' frown deepened. He shifted in his throne, a slight wince crossing his features as the brace on his right leg struck the marble. "I hope the grave nature of the charges laid against you are not lost on you, chancellor."

"Oh, no." Ardyn's voice echoed in the throne room. "Color me genuinely curious, your majesty. I would quite like to see if you can execute me, as I am now."

"The man's mad," whispered Clarus Amicitia, a few steps down from the throne. Regis gave him the barest of glances, and clenched his hands.

"Then we have no choice," he said, "but to..."

He looked up. Ardyn twisted round, looking over his shoulder at the door to the throne room. Muffled shouting came from without, and the door shook as something was flung against it. Regis rose, his Council members summoning their weapons along either side of the throne, as the door was wrenched open with a resounding bang.

Prince Noctis yanked himself out of Nyx Ulric's grasping hands and surveyed the room. The Council members were lowering their weapons; King Regis' face twisted, the rage draining into a pale, drawn misery. Noct's gaze settled on Ardyn, and he summoned a dagger, throwing it onto the floor of the dais. He landed sloppily out of his warp, and had to grab onto Ardyn's shoulder so as not to fall down the steps.

"Sorry, Professor," he said. "Been a while."

"My hero," Ardyn said dryly, lifting his cuffed hands.

"Son," Regis said, in a soft voice. "You're confused. I understand that the circumstances of your capture may have tricked you into thinking this man an ally--"

"What? No, he's not an ally." Noctis looked back at the guards approaching him on either side, and a thin, clear wall began to form around the dais. Regis stood--When last Noctis had been in the Citadel, his magic had been simple, almost reserved. He wielded it now with the skill of long practice, and his control was nearly perfect. "He's stubborn and obnoxious and he has the worst taste in..." Ardyn's smile quirked at the edges, and Noct bit the inside of his cheek. "But he's not who you think he is, Dad. He's..."

"Noctis," Ardyn said, looking concerned for the first time since he was pushed to his knees before the throne. "I really don't think--"

"He's Ardyn Lucis Caelum," Noctis said. "The king of light. The healer. Like me."

The silence that followed dragged on, carrying with it only Noctis' labored breathing.

"Noctis," Regis said. "When you are well, we can discuss this. But for now--"

Noct groaned, and his knife flashed with the light of his magical barrier. Regis stepped forward as a pale line against Noct's arm opened, spilling blood onto the marble at his feet. His dark red hair, streaked with black, had fallen from its ties and lay wild and thin on his shoulders, making him look like an old priest, a mage enacting a terrible summoning.

"Do it, Ardyn," Noct said. He held out his other hand to strengthen his barrier even as the king's magic sought to tear it down. "I know you can."

"I knew there was a reason I liked you," Ardyn told him. "So needlessly dramatic." And, as Regis limped down the stairs, Clarus at his side, Ardyn lifted his hands to Noct's arm.

Gold light streamed from his hands, closing the wound in Noct's arm, stitching it shut with barely a scar. King Regis stumbled to a halt at the foot of the stair.

"Why do you think I ran, Dad?" Noct asked. He held up his arm, bloody but unmarked, and when he approached, fear flashed in Regis' eyes. Clarus made to move between them, but Noct was quicker, closing the distance to place his hand on his father's shoulder.

Light rose from Noct's fingertips, sinking into King Regis' skin. After a moment, Regis' eyes widened, and he pulled away, flexing his leg and clutching at Clarus.

"Sorry," Noctis said. "It would take longer to fix it completely."

Regis stared at his son in open shock. On the dais, sitting back on his feet with his shackled hands dangling in his lap, Ardyn Lucis Caelum threw back his head and laughed.

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It had been six weeks since Noctis had broken free of his armed guards and charged into the throne room, and not much had changed. Regis still looked at him with a pained, desperate air that made Noct's chest ache, Ardyn was still being questioned (this time by doctors and historians, and Noctis was firmly forbidden to attend), and Noctis couldn't go three steps from his room without running into a helpful member of the Crownsguard, all too willing to show him the way back.

There was no denying that the daemons were gone from Eos. Noct kept the details of his life on the street vague--No need to have half the Glaive, not to mention Ignis and Gladio, arrested for treason. He was slowly, slowly starting to talk to his father again, to breach the gap that had stretched between them ever since the first seeds of doubt had taken root in Noct's mind.

Still...

He lay awake in his enormous, too-soft bed, and tried to pretend that the expensive hangings were actually the threadbare curtains over the grate of his clinic. He picked at food made by experts in their field and found himself almost getting up to leave his bowl by the door. And every day, he thought of the lines of people in the lower districts of the city, the ones with broken bones, with parasites, with pneumonia and sores and coughs that wouldn't go away. He thought of Crowe's shitty little bathroom, the corners he crashed in at the Glaives' apartments. He thought of Ardyn, reading from a a book on magic he probably wrote himself, sitting on Noct's throwaway couch with a cup of tea.

Noct sank into daydreams in the absence of sleep, letting them dull his senses, surrounded by softness and opulence while his fingers itched with unused magic.

Someone knocked on the door. Noctis rolled out of bed and padded, barefoot, across the thick carpet to the doorway. When he pulled the door open, he saw Nyx Ulric standing there, an exhausted, sleep-worn Ardyn at his side.

"You have 'til four am," Nyx whispered. "If you want."

Noct broke into the first true smile in over a month, and raced for his shoes.

*

The grate of the clinic in the Galahd District opened with a clang that echoed along the dark metal pathways. All the lights in the clinic alcove were lit, expensive candles that looked like they could have come from the Citadel itself lining the floor, and a fresh sheet of sanitary paper rolled over the cot in the center. Ardyn leaned back on the couch with a cup of tea, watching as Noctis strode back and forth across the alcove, adjusting charts, setting up new mirrors, checking the water that ran from the tap. Satisfied at last, he tied up the curtains on either side of the alcove and stepped out onto the walkway.

"Hey, Lucis!" he called, and Ardyn laughed, low and indulgent, at the way his hands clenched on the railing. Noct glanced back at him and winked, grinning wide. "We're open!"

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Sorry for the delay, everyone! I hope you liked this!

awwwww,,, he called him Lucis ♥♥

not OP, but thank you so much for finishing this

Not OP. Damn this is such a fantastic story! Thank you very much for sharing this beauty!

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