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Defense Meme (x) - Closed

“Not such a strong Glaive now, huh?”

“Stupid Galahdans. Your breed should know where you’re not welcome.”

The threats were more common than Nyx cared to admit. They were threats that turned most of the Galahdan refugees away from the deeper parts of Insomnia, the parts of the city where Insomnians flaunted their wealth and self-absorbed superiority over the immigrant class. Normally, Nyx would turn away from these places too, but it was a special occasion.

Their last mission cost the lives of many of the members of the Glaive, from newer recruits getting their first taste of battle to hardened soldiers that had fought alongside Nyx since the beginning. The loss took a toll on all of them, even though they walked away with a victory.

This night was funded and planned by Regis himself. A night for his soldiers to admire the ‘finer’ parts of Insomnia, and no one could say no. Even the Captain himself was there, sitting at the bar with Luche and listening while the other man drunkenly went on about something or another.

Nyx wanted to be up there with him. It was a rare sight for Titus to be out with the rest of the Glaive, and when he was, Nyx could never tell whether he was genuinely enjoying himself or not. He probably had a better shot of enjoying his night without Nyx hanging off his arm, anyway.

He chose to stay in one of the booths in the back, enjoying the company of Crowe, Libertus, and Pelna. It felt nice knowing they were all here, alive, as Libertus complained about the food brought to them (”Really? This is Insomnia’s finest? A Galahdan child could do better than this!”), Crowe yelled over him to shut up, and Pelna smiled sheepishly around his drink. It felt good to be with his friends, but his eyes kept drifting back to his lover.

He wondered if Titus could hear the sneers from other patrons. If it affected him any. Titus wasn’t Galahdan, but he wasn’t Lucian, either, and Nyx knew how important the Glaives were to Titus. (How many times had Nyx tried to convince him he was part of their family? He’d lost track.)

These encounters rarely got physical. Especially when they were in uniform - Insomians may be racist, but they weren’t stupid. (Most of them.) Sometimes a man with more liquor in him than blood would throw a punch at either Nyx or Libertus, but it was easily to deal with even in their own drunken stupors.

“You’re on the edge, go get us more t’drink,” Libertus slurs, nudging Nyx in the elbow. Nyx snorts and slides out of the booth, debating whether or not to just get Libertus some water by this point.

He keeps a respectable distance from the others at the bar, taking the other end to order his drinks. It’s crowded with all of the Glaives, and the bartender informs Nyx he’ll have to wait a bit. He’s slumped over in his seat when another patron, Insomnian, takes the stool beside Nyx.

He doesn’t say anything, just sits there and drums his fingers against the wood of the bar. Nyx can barely hear it over the ambient noise and chatter, but it’s getting to him. He opens his mouth to speak and is cut off by the Insomnian man.

“You rats shouldn’t be here.”

Ah, right. Nyx huffs, leaning forward on an elbow.

“We just want a drink. Same as you.”

The man huffs, but keeps to himself. Just in time for his drinks to arrive, Nyx grins, grabbing the tray and walking back to the booth.

The rest of the night goes well. It’s loud, full of laughter and smiles. Nyx is sure that the warmth in his chest isn’t entirely from the alcohol as he and Crowe help Libertus get into her vehicle.

From a few cars over, he can hear his Captain’s voice.

“Ulric. You’re with me.”

Nyx can feel his face flush as Crowe gives him a wink, before shooing him away and taking over on the Libertus front. Nyx tries to preen himself in the side mirror before casually walking toward Titus.

He’s about halfway there when a man gets out of his vehicle, grabbing Nyx’s attention and making him pause. It’s the one from earlier, at the bar. Believing it’s the wiser decision to just keep walking, Nyx does, until an arm reaches out and grabs his jacket, not giving Nyx time to react before there’s a first connecting with his jaw.

He stumbles back, reaching for his face with a wince.

“What the-?”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before the man’s on him again. Alcohol has numbed Nyx, or at least that was his excuse as to why this man wasn’t down on the ground yet. Instead, Nyx lets out a groan as his head smacks against the hard concrete, the sound of a hollow thunk reverberating the area before Nyx felt any pain. He closed his eyes and put his forearm across them, making a small, defeated noise.

The man didn’t make another move. Nyx would open his eyes and see what the hell he was doing but it seemed like too much to try and move. His head was throbbing, and it was making his stomach twist. Not a good feeling.

“Ulric. Get up.”

“Ulric.”

He knew that voice. He definitely knew it, but he couldn’t place it. It repeated his name a few more times before there were hands on him, gentle, like they could squish him to death with too much force.

He knew these hands too. If he could just open his eyes -

He manages with great effort, moving his arm and pointedly avoiding the streetlight above him that’s far too bright to just be a streetlight.

“Nngh, Captain? What-”

“Ssh.” Titus looks troubled. Nyx feels arms around him and suddenly he’s airbound. It would be more embarrassing, but, he’s not very sure he’s entirely up for moving around anyway.

“You idiot. Can’t have just one night where I don’t have to watch after your ass?”

Nyx smiles, leaning into the comfort of the older man’s chest.

“You love watching my ass.”  

He hears a scoff, but he knows Titus is amused by the statement.

“Doesn’t mean I love watching it get hurt.”

“That’s why I have you looking out for me, yeah?”

Titus sets him in the passenger seat of his vehicle, fishing through the glove box for a potion. Nyx drinks it, and sighs as the pounding in his head subsides to a dull ache.

He didn’t have to worry.  Titus has been, and always will be, his hero.

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Me? Finally starting to be active? It's more likely than you think. I'm probably gonna be clearing out my askbox (I'll reply to what's already drafted, but other than that I'll start fresh) and I'm gonna wipe my threadtracker UNLESS you tell me you want to keep our thread. Please plot with me or send me memes!!! I need to get back into the groove of things.

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So... not long. Alright. That was fine. Definitely fine. Nyx subtly motions for the bartender to get him, well, something, and downs that something in one fell swoop. “So you’re trying to tell me that my suave charm and stunning looks have only captured you for a month?” There’s a grin plastered on his face, even if he’s almost... dejected. 

Blurry

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Tomorrow's my first real day off in two weeks. I'll be on again then!

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Semi-Hiatus

Training for a new part of my job. I won't really be on to write until I can get a day off (which might be a week or so) but you're welcome to hit me up on my discord or message me ^^

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Kinky...

Sinday Meme (x) - ClosedResult: 52

In most cases, Nyx loved how loud Prompto was. He fed off of every whimper, every gasp, every moan. Nyx loved listening. It was Prompto’s cries of pleasure that usually rendered Nyx nothing but a haze of lust and unbridled desire. 

But this situation was a bit different. There were people downstairs - important people, people that could ruin Nyx’s life if they found out he was above them having sex while they were discussing the fate of Insomnia. It didn’t stop him, though. 

He fucked up into Prompto hard, high on the adrenaline of their situation. He held a hand over Prompto’s mouth, keeping the boy’s cries muffled. His other hand was between Prompto’s legs, rubbing his clit in circles while he pounded into him. 

Every whimper he heard from Prompto was even more arousing like this. Prompto knew he had to be quiet. These noises were being forced out of him, he was completely helpless to being silent. It was proof Nyx drove him crazy, and Nyx loved it.

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"Kinky."

Sinday Meme (x) - ClosedResult: 24

Nyx didn’t exactly have much to do in his personal time. He didn’t really have hobbies like the others did - couldn’t afford them even if he did. His alone time was spent in his own company, and more often than not, spent with a drink in one hand and his cock in the other. 

He hadn’t expected to be walked in on that night. Really, he had forgotten entirely that he had given Noctis a key to his place several nights before - it was such a casual thing, not a stepping stone in their relationship like so many others considered it to be. 

He wished he could’ve seen Noctis’ face when the younger first realised just what it was that Nyx was up to - his apartment was only a studio, his bed, him, out for display the moment you walked in the door. Nyx had taken to exploring a bit that night, one hand wrapped deftly around himself while the other, slicked with the bottle of lube that rested beside his head, pressed inside of him. He gasped and writhed, unsure of what to make of the new sensation. 

Until a noise from the other caught Nyx’s attention, and he met Noctis’ gaze, pupils blown wide. 

“Well? Are you going to stand there, or do you care to join me?” 

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"Kinky~"

Sinday Meme (x) - Accepting Result: 57

Waking up together without the rush to get out the door was different. Most times when Nyx spent the night, it was either on either accident or necessity. But it wasn’t spending the night anymore. It wasn’t even about waking up in Cor’s apartment. 

It was waking up in their apartment. 

Even on the rare days where they didn’t have to go in right away, Cor was usually the first of the two to wake and today was no exception. Nyx opened his eyes to Cor’s warm smile, and a hand mindlessly playing with the beads of his braids. 

“Morning, gorgeous.” It started with a kiss. Then two, then more, and Nyx felt Cor’s smirk against his lips before he felt his hand exploring, sliding down his side to rest on his hip. Nyx takes the advantage to wrap an arm around Cor’s waist, pulling the man flush to his chest before rolling back, pulling Cor on top of him. 

It’s more lazy kisses and touches as neither men are exactly awake enough, but it’s perfect.

Gods, it’s perfect.

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Kinky...

Sinday Meme (x) - AcceptingResult: 49

“Ssssh, do you want them to hear us?” 

Nyx pulled back from their shared kiss, trying to catch his own breath. He smoothed his hands from where they were tangled into Noct’s clothing, only the slightest bit sorry about the wrinkles he left in the finely pressed suit. Ignis wouldn’t let him hear the end of. 

The advisor’s whining was the last thing he was thinking about, however, as he was far more distracted by his boyfriend and his formalwear. Noctis hated galas. He hated dressing up and he hated playing the role of Crown Prince, but Astrals, when he looked like this, it was impossible to keep his hands to himself. 

Nyx presses his face into the crook of Noct’s neck and shoulder, clenching his jaw against a groan as he ground down against Noct’s hip. Noctis responded in kind, pressing up against him with a small whimper. 

This boy was going to be the death of him, one way or another.

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"Kinky..."

Sinday Meme (x) - AcceptingResult: 30

“Shit, Little King.”

The pair of them were usually reserved in public. Their positions would cause an immediate scandal if they were seen together, especially in this situation. Nyx could see the headline now: Prince Noctis with an immigrant lover? Exclusive photos inside! 

Maybe that was part of the appeal. The pair of them were all giggles as they made their way down the hall, hand in hand and stealing kisses whenever possible. Patrol never occupied this part of the Citadel at night - there was nothing valuable here but royal cleaning supplies. 

Still, it was public, and Nyx let out a gasp when Noctis tugged him around a corner, pushing hard on his shoulders to have him drop to his knees. He went without compliant, smiling at the reward of a hand running through his hair. 

“If this gets you this riled up, we should definitely do this more often.”

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An hour before Munday ends but I'm here and I'm cute

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tell me where it hurts, they say tell me where it hurts as if it is as simple as a broken bone as easy as a hidden scratch as if this is the kind of hurt that can be fixed with a few doctors’ visits as if i could point and say here, here is where it hurts and they could wipe it clean of infections and  wrap it up in bandages and watch it until it heals like new again if i knew where it hurts, if i knew how to make it stop don’t you think i would have done it by now?

i don’t know. that’s the point. ( j.p. )

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trying new brush and here’s some Nyx quick doodles.

He’ll get his uniform next time i guess.