ALAS, the old link is no longer working, so here's the full fic, complete at last. (ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11671956)
This was not where he thought this night would go.
Guard duty at the Citadel was simple enough, often quiet and boring and a way to find newer and much stupider ways to keep his mind entertained. But guard shift during a gala where he'd been put on Royal duty? He was learning this would be a challenge he didn't expect.
Prince Noctis tried valiantly to keep his balance where he walked beside Nyx, but he kept listing into the older man as the Glaive carefully led him along the outskirts of the party to a side door meant for the catering staff. At some point, Nyx had hooked the prince's arm under his own and just allowed the poor kid to lean fully into him as they went, carefully avoiding any curious stares or uncomfortable questions as he escorted the prince out of the ballroom. For his own good, obviously, because as soon as Nyx shut the door behind them, the prince lost all composure and clung to his arm like a lifeline.
"I hate parties..." Noctis was mumbling under his breath, "Too many... weird people... staring at me..."
Nyx said nothing, glancing around the halls they took, making slow progress back to the prince's suite of rooms. The sooner he got the heir back to his room, the sooner he could check in. At some point, Noctis had tripped over himself and thank the graces of his training for allowing him to react quickly enough to catch him.
"You okay there, your Highness?" Nyx asked, carefully righting to young man and trying to keep him vertical.
Noctis shook his head dejectedly, "I'm—I am never okay—"
Nyx blinked, "That's a little heavy, kid—shit—"
Noctis nearly leaned too far over again and Nyx muttered under his breath about wayward princes as he simply heaved the heir into his arms bridal-style, sighing as he adjusted the shorter male's body in his arms.
"Prince Noctis, hey there, arms around my neck—just like that, perfect." Nyx coaxed him quietly, meeting the bleary-eyed gaze that stared at him so intently through a drunken haze, "Problem, your highness?"
Noctis blinked owlishly at him, shaking his head slowly, and then, "You have... really pretty eyes." He smiled shyly, his arms going lax around the Glaive's shoulder's, teeth chewing on his bottom lip, "Never seen... a pretty blue like that..."
"...thanks. Hold on, please."
The rest of the walk across the Citadel was nothing but a stream of slurred compliments about his eyes, his looks, his tattoos; it was funny, but Nyx was trying to remain professional, despite the fact he held the drunk Prince of Lucis in his arms.
"They're like... like oceans, or-or... hmm... Maybe diamonds? Blue diamonds. Sparkly."
Nyx interjected then, "Those are called sapphires, Prince Noctis."
Noctis stared at him, and grinned a little lopsided, and tilted his head a little too close for comfort, "You have a nice voice, too... say something else. My name. I liked that."
Nyx kept his eyes forward as he walked, tightening his hold on the prince, now determined not to say another word. The prince pouted at him (it was cute, Nyx was so conflicted—), but dropped his head on Nyx's shoulder and kept mumbling to himself about Nyx's eyes the rest of the way to his rooms. Getting into the room was a bit difficult, with Noctis wiggling too much and trying to help open the door, but eventually they got inside and Nyx was able to set Prince 'Made of Octopi' Noctis on his feet again.
"Alright kid, bedtime. Let's go." Nyx walked him to his bed and carefully sat him down, "Will you be okay?"
Noctis was peering up at him, squinting a little in the dark, "Suns." he said, as if making a much deliberated decision.
"...pardon?"
The prince gave a very sharp nod, "Two blue suns."
Nyx groaned under his breath and rubbed a hand down his face, "Thanks, I think. Your highness, it's been fun. But you need to sleep."
He gave a short bow and started walking away to take up his post outside, but a hand darted out to grab his, yanked hard, and he fell back onto the bed—it only happened because the prince caught him off-guard and that was it. When a lithe body crawled over him with uncoordinated limbs, he was quick to grab hold of both shoulders and held the prince back.
"No." Nyx intoned firmly, finally shaking off his surprise and sitting up until the prince was perched on his lap, "You are very drunk and that is a bad idea."
The sudden hurt in the young man's face made a twinge of guilt stab in his mind, but he barreled on, carefully removing the heir from his lap and making him sit on the bed instead.
"Your highness, as flattered as I am, drunk sex is never good sex." Nyx gave him a lopsided smile, daring to lift a hand and brush away a swathe of black hair from watery eyes. "You need to sleep, kid."
Noctis muttered something under his breath and Nyx leaned closer, "Didn't catch that."
The prince huffed in minor annoyance before he replied, looking up at Nyx from beneath dark lashes and layers of ebony bangs, "Could you... stay? Maybe. Yeah. Please?"
Taking in the quiet pleading, the vulnerability, it made the Glaive feel more than a little sorry for the heir and he did what he didn't expect himself to do— Nyx gave in. Giving the prince an apologetic smile, he nodded at the head of the bed for Noctis to get in it and turned away as he waited for Noctis to wrestle off the wrinkled remains of his tailored suit. He waited until Noctis had called out to him before he removed his boots and coat, and went to lay up against the headboard on top of the covers. He let the prince cuddle up against his side under his arm and waited until he was comfortable before resting his arm around bare shoulders.
"Thanks..." Noctis mumbled against his chest sleepily, his exhaustion already taking over.
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[FILL] Noctis/Nyx, Bodyguarding (1/5)
Date: 2017-08-01 05:09 am (UTC)This was not where he thought this night would go.
Guard duty at the Citadel was simple enough, often quiet and boring and a way to find newer and much stupider ways to keep his mind entertained. But guard shift during a gala where he'd been put on Royal duty? He was learning this would be a challenge he didn't expect.
Prince Noctis tried valiantly to keep his balance where he walked beside Nyx, but he kept listing into the older man as the Glaive carefully led him along the outskirts of the party to a side door meant for the catering staff. At some point, Nyx had hooked the prince's arm under his own and just allowed the poor kid to lean fully into him as they went, carefully avoiding any curious stares or uncomfortable questions as he escorted the prince out of the ballroom. For his own good, obviously, because as soon as Nyx shut the door behind them, the prince lost all composure and clung to his arm like a lifeline.
"I hate parties..." Noctis was mumbling under his breath, "Too many... weird people... staring at me..."
Nyx said nothing, glancing around the halls they took, making slow progress back to the prince's suite of rooms. The sooner he got the heir back to his room, the sooner he could check in. At some point, Noctis had tripped over himself and thank the graces of his training for allowing him to react quickly enough to catch him.
"You okay there, your Highness?" Nyx asked, carefully righting to young man and trying to keep him vertical.
Noctis shook his head dejectedly, "I'm—I am never okay—"
Nyx blinked, "That's a little heavy, kid—shit—"
Noctis nearly leaned too far over again and Nyx muttered under his breath about wayward princes as he simply heaved the heir into his arms bridal-style, sighing as he adjusted the shorter male's body in his arms.
"Prince Noctis, hey there, arms around my neck—just like that, perfect." Nyx coaxed him quietly, meeting the bleary-eyed gaze that stared at him so intently through a drunken haze, "Problem, your highness?"
Noctis blinked owlishly at him, shaking his head slowly, and then, "You have... really pretty eyes." He smiled shyly, his arms going lax around the Glaive's shoulder's, teeth chewing on his bottom lip, "Never seen... a pretty blue like that..."
"...thanks. Hold on, please."
The rest of the walk across the Citadel was nothing but a stream of slurred compliments about his eyes, his looks, his tattoos; it was funny, but Nyx was trying to remain professional, despite the fact he held the drunk Prince of Lucis in his arms.
"They're like... like oceans, or-or... hmm... Maybe diamonds? Blue diamonds. Sparkly."
Nyx interjected then, "Those are called sapphires, Prince Noctis."
Noctis stared at him, and grinned a little lopsided, and tilted his head a little too close for comfort, "You have a nice voice, too... say something else. My name. I liked that."
Nyx kept his eyes forward as he walked, tightening his hold on the prince, now determined not to say another word. The prince pouted at him (it was cute, Nyx was so conflicted—), but dropped his head on Nyx's shoulder and kept mumbling to himself about Nyx's eyes the rest of the way to his rooms. Getting into the room was a bit difficult, with Noctis wiggling too much and trying to help open the door, but eventually they got inside and Nyx was able to set Prince 'Made of Octopi' Noctis on his feet again.
"Alright kid, bedtime. Let's go." Nyx walked him to his bed and carefully sat him down, "Will you be okay?"
Noctis was peering up at him, squinting a little in the dark, "Suns." he said, as if making a much deliberated decision.
"...pardon?"
The prince gave a very sharp nod, "Two blue suns."
Nyx groaned under his breath and rubbed a hand down his face, "Thanks, I think. Your highness, it's been fun. But you need to sleep."
He gave a short bow and started walking away to take up his post outside, but a hand darted out to grab his, yanked hard, and he fell back onto the bed—it only happened because the prince caught him off-guard and that was it. When a lithe body crawled over him with uncoordinated limbs, he was quick to grab hold of both shoulders and held the prince back.
"No." Nyx intoned firmly, finally shaking off his surprise and sitting up until the prince was perched on his lap, "You are very drunk and that is a bad idea."
The sudden hurt in the young man's face made a twinge of guilt stab in his mind, but he barreled on, carefully removing the heir from his lap and making him sit on the bed instead.
"Your highness, as flattered as I am, drunk sex is never good sex." Nyx gave him a lopsided smile, daring to lift a hand and brush away a swathe of black hair from watery eyes. "You need to sleep, kid."
Noctis muttered something under his breath and Nyx leaned closer, "Didn't catch that."
The prince huffed in minor annoyance before he replied, looking up at Nyx from beneath dark lashes and layers of ebony bangs, "Could you... stay? Maybe. Yeah. Please?"
Taking in the quiet pleading, the vulnerability, it made the Glaive feel more than a little sorry for the heir and he did what he didn't expect himself to do— Nyx gave in. Giving the prince an apologetic smile, he nodded at the head of the bed for Noctis to get in it and turned away as he waited for Noctis to wrestle off the wrinkled remains of his tailored suit. He waited until Noctis had called out to him before he removed his boots and coat, and went to lay up against the headboard on top of the covers. He let the prince cuddle up against his side under his arm and waited until he was comfortable before resting his arm around bare shoulders.
"Thanks..." Noctis mumbled against his chest sleepily, his exhaustion already taking over.
"Not a problem, your highness."