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oveliagirlhaditright · 5 years

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Watery Grave

Summary: Luna actually runs to Noctis’ side when she finishes her speech in Altissia. And this all leads to a chain of events, where she actually ends up surviving the Trial of Leviathan. For Noctluna Week. Rated T.

Lunafreya—surprised everyone, including herself—and ran Noctis' way, the moment she was done with her speech and found herself in her beloved's arms. And Noctis, while he was taken aback by this at first, was swift to wrap his arms around Luna’s waist and bury his face in her hair. But his initially being so frozen, almost made the Oracle giggle: when they'd been in Tenebrae for that short time—and Noctis had been nursing a crush for her even back then--he'd always made sure to seem "awkward" around her when Ravus was near. And he'd even told her in their letters to each other, that if they reunited somewhere that Ravus was also with them, he'd make sure to be respectful towards her. Well… Ravus wasn’t here, and yet Noctis had still behaved in such a way. And it made Luna believe that Noctis was actually much less suave than he wrote himself to be in their notebook. "What are you laughing at, Luna?" Noctis asked in a very good-natured way, as he tried to pull her away from the people now fanning over the engaged Oracle and Chosen King. Deciding not to tell Noctis that she'd been having teasing thoughts about him, Luna gave him another truth as she waved to the prince's friends to join them. "Just marveling at life... Earlier, I’d thought about giving up... because I know the Trial of Leviathan will be… taxing. And to prepare for that, I foolishly almost held off in coming to see you." Luna made certain to choose her words carefully here: she didn't want Noctis to know yet, was that she'd almost given up in seeing him... because she didn't want him to see her body so frail, and since she knew she’d die after the coming Contract. Why give her precious Noctis even more pain that way? "…But seeing you, Noctis, filled me with such... life, that I just had to be by your side." And it had even reminded her of why she so very much did want to live.

Noctis positively beamed at this, and even seemed to give Luna an Eskimo Kiss for reward—something that Luna didn’t understand at first. But she supposed that he was trying to do something that fit with the children they had once been together, and the lovers they now were. And so surely a kiss on the nose sufficed. And leading the way to where some artists in Altissia were now trying to draw them, Noctis said almost self-consciously, "…I'm really glad to see you happy, Luna. Even when I see you go out and heal people on TV, I see how you're always shaken before you start. This... is a nice difference from that." "You caught that, did you?" Luna found herself saying, before she'd even decided to: it just surprised her that Noctis knew her so well—she loved the public, she did, so she tried to put on a good show for them….—as the fact was, she was shy, nervous about public speaking, and hated being under Niflheim's thumb. And these were all things that Luna had never written in the Lovers’ Notebook. He had just gleaned it from her facial expressions on screen, apparently. "I did." Noctis' face was very close to Luna's now, and time seemed to stop and the world slowed down around them. Out of the corner of her eye, Luna saw streamers falling like rain—because apparently some of Altissia had stopped trying to bother them, but was now trying to celebrate the happy couple.

And even as sweet as it was, Luna now saw it as their cue to leave. Gladio, Luna thought, was tapping his foot at the happy couple impatiently, anyway.

So locking her arm with Noctis'—and how good it finally felt to be with him like this, as she had wanted—Luna followed the brothers to the Leville. ... Once at their hotel for the time being, the five friends tried to decide if Luna and Noctis’ wedding was still on. Gladiolus, Ignis, and Prompto seemed to think that it should be—as a symbol of the peace, and since both Luna and... Noct wanted it—but Luna was trying to shoo them away from the idea, since no matter what she would die on the morrow.

"Tomorrow, I commune with the Hydraean," Luna spoke firmly, looking at each person before her in turn as she did so. "And while the idea of the wedding is the best that I've ever heard... I can't be at all tired when meeting Leviathan tomorrow." Luna thought she may have heard Gladio muttering that she should marry Noctis and have sex with him, then, so she’d be full of endorphins in that fateful moment... but she couldn't be too sure, because Ignis seemed to be trying to save him from choking now? Or was he trying to make Gladio choke?

"Whatever you want, Luna," Noctis assured—ignoring his friends with much effort, Luna thought—as he squeezed her hand in one of his and dealt Uno cards with another. “If you want our wedding to wait—maybe because you want the, a, commande- Ravus, that is, to be here—we can do that."

Gods Luna loved Noctis so much, and the thought of losing him now—after this—was too much to bear. And for that fact, Lunafreya felt a stubborn tear worrying at her eye but she willed it away. "Then it’s settled," Luna agreed.

And she cheated in Uno, to make sure the first card she played in this bonding experience of theirs was something that would make everyone happy… since she knew she'd have nothing but their pity soon. ... While Luna still wasn't sure if she was sleeping with her beloved or not—she didn't need the distraction, and didn't want to show him her disgusting body—they had retired to one hotel room together. And Noctis was reading a fishing magazine in bed, when Luna came out of the bathroom while brushing her long, damp hair. And as Luna sat at Noctis' feet and let the brush fall from her fingertips, she questioned Noctis something she'd been debating about all day: "What's something I can give Prompto for thanks in saving Pryn... err, his 'Tiny'?"

At that, Noctis laughed and brought her into his arms: Luna settled into them easily. "You should know better than anyone, Luna. How have we communicated over the years? How did you first meet Prompto?" Letters? Was that what Noctis meant? Luna supposed it made some sort of sense in a bookends kind of way, but she had planned on giving kind notes to Ignis—for so perfectly helping her to figure out the plan for Leviathan. So if she was now going to give such things to Prompto, what should she now give Ignis to differentiate between the two of them? Curling into Noctis' arms even more, and finding she wanted to be there and much more, Luna said breathlessly, "Do you really think that that's for the best, Noctis?" "Y-yeah." But he didn't sound very certain on the matter. Rather, the King's mind seemed to be a million miles away. The room was charged with electricity, for all of the unspoken things between them and then it seemed to explode. One of them kissed the other—Luna wasn't even sure who started it—and after they had frantic hands and kisses all over each other, they found themselves rolling in the sheets.

Somewhere in the back of her mind during it all, Luna found herself remembering that this was exactly the thing she’d wanted to avoid. But as happiness and pleasure consumed her, the Oracle easily found she could hide just how much her body was already dying in this one moment.

Hours later when they were done, Luna did write a million messages to Prompto.And she took off her seal of Tenebrae and gave it to Ignis, with the words "Please protect Noctis" on it. Given how much he cared for his charge, Luna thought he'd appreciate that more than anything else she could give him. For Gladio, she left him nothing... somewhat to Lunafreya's shame. But she thought if she somehow survived this, and she got pregnant from her and Noctis' actions the previous night, she might name their child after him. Perhaps.

To Noctis... she sadly left nothing behind. And most certainly not the truth. ... Luna, Noctis, and the brothers faced Leviathan… but it all very quickly went to hell. The goddess did not like the idea of helping the Chosen King as much as she should have. And even while she attacked Luna, Luna tried to convince her otherwise. …Altissia was leveled by all of the monster's attacks, and Luna didn't think that the citizens—or Noctis and their friends—could be evacuated from there soon enough: she absolutely cringed when she saw her betrothed fall from the sky and injure himself even more than he already was from his fighting, in nearly breaking his back. Luna tried to get to him... but then the Chancellor she didn't trust, and so had to keep an eye on, ruined everything by fatally stabbing her. The pain was unbearable—even worse than how her weakening body made her feel—but Luna couldn't focus on that now! She needed to rise Noctis up, and to have him finish this fight and receive the Blessing... and she did. And healed an unconscious Noctis and did her best to shield him from towering waves as she bled bled bled on the pavement. ... Luna knew she was some sort of dream-esque, afterlife moment with Noctis… And she tried her best to explain everything to him and give him a heartfelt goodbye... But when she started to sink beneath the water, some of Noctis’ sadness turned to incredulity as he crossed his arms and regarded her. "Luna... you're too ho-hum about this. You- you knew before this, didn't you?! That if nothing else killed you, the Contract with Leviathan would. And you didn't tell me?!" Noctis was furious now, and he had every right to be. Luna had messed up badly... and perhaps he would already move on here, and let her fall. Wasn’t it even what she deserved? But at the last second, almost spurred on by his anger, Noctis got an increase of speed and swam down to where she was in the Trench and tightly grabbed onto her hand. Everything went black then... Luna thought it was the end, so she tried to take the memory of Noctis’ hand in hers now—and he love he'd shown her last night—into the afterlife with her. But then she awoke—awoke!—to light, and her new friends, and the pair of smiling blue eyes that she loved so much. And thinking three times must have been the charm, Luna took Noctis’ hand in hers and leaned into his arm. And Noctis hunched down beside her hospital bed and held Luna as her head rested on his shoulder—both perfectly content.

#noctluna #lunoct #noctuna #nokuruna #noctluna week #lunoct week #fanfiction #Shanna writes #my writing #mine #hopefully this is okay. I haven't written ffxv in a while

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tenebraetrash17 · 5 years

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Lunoct Celebration Days - August 31st - Noctis and Luna take their kids to the beach for the first time

@lunoctweek

So I tried a take on “Luna And Noctis Take Their Kids To The Beach For The First Time” by doing it in video format! I hope it’s a good! I used scenes from KH because it fit the look best and had beach scenes, there’s also a segment from Advent Children!

I just went with Galdin Quay music because I couldn’t find music that suited the scene I was trying for, rip

The end isn’t really beach-y, its more of them heading back home, Noct puts the kids to bed before going to go take a nap on the throne with Luna. So two prompts in one maybe? No? Idk

I mean, they probably should just go to bed, but y’know, theresnofootageofthat maybe the throne is comfy sdfghjk

#this #this took a while to make tbh #hopefully it's good it's not my best work dfghjk #lunoct #lunoct celebration days #lunoct week #lunafreya nox fleuret #noctis lucis caelum #lunoct kids #sfw #family friendly #christian content #noctis #noctis x luna #lunoctcelebrationdays #just gonna tag a bunch of lunoct things just in case wasdfg

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evieeion · 3 years

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poor luna rlly has to marry a caveman

#lunoct #lunafreya nox fleuret #Noctis Lucis Caelum #noctis takes a shower once every 3 weeks #ffxv #final fantasy xv #doodles

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debythelazytree · 4 years

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@lunoctweek -Day 2:Outfit swap/borrowed clothes

Luna:well noctis, i think *tries not to laugh* that you look handsome in my dress Noctis:Hmph, i know (trytolookcooltrytolookcooltrylookcooltrytolookcool, do it for the waifu)

being out of my comfort zone is feeling pretty good! i hope someone likes it!

#lunoct week 2020 #lunoct #noctluna #noctis x luna #Noctis Lucis Caelum #lunafreya nox fleuret #final fantasy xv #final fantasy xv fanart #Fanart #traditional drawing

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ffxvficrec · 4 years

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LuNoct Week 2020 Round-Up

You can also find the full collection on the AO3 collection.

We will update this as more stories are completed!

Day 1: ring | water | sneaking out together | soulmate au

Let's be alone together by PumpkinSoldier

Touch of Your Skin by SecretEnigma

Sunlight, Moonlight by AerisLei

Pull Me Out of the Depths by Astrid_Midnight

Anarchy by GingerEl

Absolutely Lovely by AnnaTheLoon

at the wrong end of a very long tunnel by nonbinaryxion

Godsfated by AlphaWolfAl

Satisfy by Tory_The_Kitteh

Day 2: dawn | wings | outfit swap/borrowed clothes | au where they’re together during the Insomnia invasion

rain on me by PumpkinSoldier

Put Your Faults to Bed (You Can Be King Again) by SecretEnigma

Pledge by GingerEl

Dawn by Astrid_Midnight

Day 3: lazy mornings | reunion | trying out each other’s hobbies | reincarnation

she used to meet me on the Eastside, in a city where the sun dont set by PumpkinSoldier

Reunions and Healing by AerisLei

Build This Love (From the Ground Up) by SecretEnigma

Hooked by GingerEl

goodnight, moon by nonbinaryxion

Day 4: boyfriend jacket | confession | going on a date/secret dates/meetings | Luna lives in Insomnia au

Clandestine Confessions by AerisLei

Under the Moonlight by Astrid_Midnight

Graze by GingerEl

Dearly Beloved (We Be Gathered Here Today) by SecretEnigma

Day 5: Nyactis | wedding | playing piano | florist/coffee shop au

Incision by GingerEl

Quietude by Lovina

The Gravity of Longing by Altraya

Tempting the Sea (Fate Will Forgive Us) by SecretEnigma

Entwined with You by AerisLei

Day 6: flower fields | nightmare | meeting in Altissia | peacetime/no war au

Even a Million Scars (Doesn't Change Who You Are) by SecretEnigma

Daemons in My Mind by AerisLei

Day 7: moonlight/starlight | meteor shower | slow dancing | modern au

When I Am Weak (Your Arms Wrap Around Me) by SecretEnigma

#lunoct #lunoct week 2020 #lunafreya nox fleuret #noctis lucis caelum #ffxv fic

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moonlight-at-dawn · 4 years

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Sneaking Out Together - Lunoct Week 2020 - Day 1

Late as usual ^^; But here’s my fill for day 1 of Lunoct Week 2020!! :3

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Title: The Gravity of Longing LUNOCT WEEK 2020 Day 1 Rating: T Genre: Romance Summary: The group arrives at Altissia, and all but Noctis and Lunafreya are exhausted. The two sneak out for an unchaperoned night in Eos' most romantic city. For Lunoct Week 2020, day 1 prompt "Sneaking out together." Set in the "My Strength Lies in You" 'verse, but no prior reading required.

Can be found on AO3 with the same title under the pseudonym Altraya

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The outside air was cool and fresh, the scent of salt on the brisk breeze that roiled through the Altissian harbor. Noctis leaned back in his seat on the balcony overlooking the canals and walls of water, phone on his lap as he absently tapped away at a mobile game. His hotel room was dark inside, his friends already abed after the day's travel, leaving him to his own devices as sleep was not yet his to claim. The boat ride had been relaxing for him at least, and he had slept most of the ride between Cape Caem and their destination.

A door slid open nearby and he looked up. Not behind him, but the next balcony over, Lunafreya stepped out and went right to the railing, crossing her arms on polished wood and looking out over the scenery. Her eyes closed and she took in a deep breath. He smiled as he watched her, her golden hair loose and fluttering in the gusting wind. She ignored the face full of locks, turning her face up to the full moon, thoroughly enjoying the calm of the night. When Noctis rose from his seat, she looked towards the sound, tucking back her mess of hair, her face lighting up when she saw him. He came up to sit on the ledge, and she moved closer so that they would not need to speak loud to be heard across the small drop between balconies.

"Can't sleep?" he asked, slipping his phone into his pocket.

"Not at all. The sea is so invigorating, and the music down on the streets so inviting."

He loved her sweet voice, so calming, lilting along like the waves of wind and water. He grinned broadly and turned so that both legs hung over between them, reaching out to test the distance between their rooms. "Want to go out, then? I got plenty of sleep earlier, but the guys are all wiped."

"I imagine so. How is Prompto? He was looking a touch green."

"He was the first to crash. Shoulda taken that motion sickness medicine before we got on the boat, not after, not sure what he expected." Shrugging, he stood up on the ledge and hopped neatly across. It helped that he had nothing to fear from a fall, as a quick bit of magic would save him if his athletic build did not. She stepped back and held a hand out for him to hold as he steadied himself and slipped down from her banister to join her.

"Well, there's no reason for us to stay in with them, is there?" she asked with a sweet smile and a hint of mischief in her voice.

He chuckled, grinning at that, reminded of the times they would sneak out of the manor or citadel during visits to each other's homes throughout their childhood. "Nothing but their usual complaints, anyways. 'You're royalty, you need guards,'" he mimicked Gladio, puffing out his chest and pitching his voice deep.

Luna laughed softly, covering her mouth demurely. "I do believe we're quite capable of defending ourselves. Let me change from my nightgown, and then we can go. Wait here." She went back in and he heard the rasp of metal sliding along metal as she closed the balcony curtain for privacy. He set a hand on the railing and looked down to the street below, listening to the lively music from buskers down the way, and the quiet but excited chatter of those enjoying the warm air and cool breeze. It had been quite some time since it was just the two of them. The months on the road as a group of five was fun, and they were growing ever closer. His longing for something more tangent between them left his chest feeling strained. The prospect of a night in the romantic city, escaping the watching eyes of their ever present escort, left him feeling giddy.

A few short minutes later, he heard that metallic scratch again, and the door behind him opened once more. Lunafreya stood there in one of the few outfits she had brought that did not make clear her status. A bright red sleeveless dress that was little more than a long and ruffled shirt billowed below her waist, flower patterned leggings and a comfortable looking pair of flats finished out her outfit, alongside a small looped over her shoulder and tucked under her arm. He felt underdressed beside her, and conspicuous in all of his black, still wearing his fatigues that marked him as beholden to the Lucian royal family. He didn't want to slip back into the room he shared with the guys, lest he disturb anyone and have them demand a chaperone or to stay in for the night.

She seemed to sense his worry, tilting her head as she looked him over and tapped her lip. With a soft sound he recognized as her 'ah-ha!' noise, she spun around and turned back inside, and he followed her in, locking up behind him. Rather than going to her unpacked luggage, she went to a locked chest and rummaged around, coming out with a large paper bag that had been folded over. From inside, she retrieved a shirt of bright blue, shaking it out and holding it up, revealing the subtle navy patterns of flowers that he hadn't noticed when it was still folded and in shadow. "I purchased this back near Cape Caem for you, as a gift for the winter holidays. But why don't you take it now?"

He flushed faintly at her thoughtfulness and smiled warmly to her, nodding with gratitude and reaching out for the shirt. The fabric was soft under his callused fingers, far softer and smoother than he had expected. "Thanks, Luna. Sorry you had to give it to me so early."

Shrugging, she smiled and didn't even bother to politely turn as he slid off his jacket and shirt. She had seen him without often enough, especially with how much swimming they had done across Lucis over the last few months. Even so, he felt a bit of excited shyness as he changed his shirt. Perhaps it was the setting, alone in her hotel room, the lighting low, and the playfulness of her manner as they schemed to escape their minders. He didn't often think of his friends in such a way, but when it came to spending time with her, so often he found he found their presence intrusive. His breath caught in his chest when she laid hands over his ribs and smoothed out the shirt, tugging on the hem and straightening it out properly. She took a step back and looked him over, nodding with satisfaction, her smile widening into something of a smirk. Even after all this time on the road, she still reserved such honest expressions for him alone. "It looks wonderful on you. I had hoped it would match your eyes well, and it does."

"You've got a good eye," he managed to say without a hitch in his voice, though he was sure the tightness in his chest would warp his tone.

"I do, don't I?" she grinned, tapping his nose playfully. She spun towards the door, her hair flicking across his chin before settling partly over her shoulder and down her back.

He chuckled at her comment, following her out of the room and taking position beside her. They stepped out onto the streets, took a deep breath of air, and before he could ask what she wanted to do, she took his hand and tugged him towards the music. The group had moved to a livelier song, and Luna took a moment to enjoy the music, her eyes alight with joy, and she clapped with an almost childish glee. His hand captured once more, she tugged him into the open square and gave a gentle yank and a graceful twirl so they came face to face, both of his hands held in hers as she began the unmistakable steps of a dance. He grinned broadly, always happy to oblige her, enjoying dance only when she was partnered with him.

The quick and bright music guided them through steps they had never learned through court instructors, allowing joy and freedom to lead them. Their steps were quick, Luna's brilliant red shirt bouncing and flaring with her joyous footwork, making her a glimmering flame under golden lights. Their eyes were locked on one another's as they danced, lost in the moment, the excitement, just two people enjoying a beautiful night in the world's most romantic city. They weren't royalty in this moment, they weren't burdened with expectations and duty. They were Luna and Noct, two young adults with a love of life and a pure excitement for each moment they experienced.

A few songs came and went before Luna gave a tug on his hand, her cheeks flushed, a few strands of hair stuck to her forehead from the exertion of their dance. She led him away, across a bridge, laughing breathlessly as they went up a set of stairs. Halting there, she turned and reached up to push his messy hair away from his eyes, "Can you even see like that?"

He grinned in return, unreserved, caught up in her excitement, heart still racing from their shared dances. He swept fingertips across her brow, laughter soft and ragged as he still recovered from so much dance. "Can you?" he challenged, threading fingers through her hair and easing out a few knots. Gods, she was beautiful. The streetlights brought out the green ring in the center of her bright, hazel blue eyes. Her cheeks were still flushed a pretty pink, and the way she seemed to lean forward, her hands resting on his heaving chest as they each regained their composure, he would swear she wanted him to kiss her. How desperately he longed for that, hoped for that, but had so hard a time believing could possibly be true. She was so wonderful, and his breath caught once more as his longing hit him hard.

She broke the spell by resting her forehead to his shoulder, wrapping him up in a familiar hug, unabashed, holding nothing back, squeezing him tight to her in that way that reassured him nothing could be wrong in this world, not when there were arms like hers to lean into, strong and soft. Her laugh had more breath to it now, short but excited, and she pulled back, gripping his arms and looking at him with a wide grin. "Come. I saw a sign for gelato further up. I think that's just what we need!"

Letting her lead the way, he wrapped his hand around hers as she pulled him along once again. Not since their childhood had she taken him by the hand so fervently, and he wished this night would never end. She did not let go even as they stood in line. She leaned against him, even hugged his arm to her side as they waited their turn, and they seemed to any onlookers to be just another of the many young couples enjoying the warm summer night. They claimed a bench that looked out over the canals to rest as they ate their frozen treats. Luna sat close to him, her leg pressed to his, and she gently jabbed him to get him to let her try his chocolate and raspberry treat, and then she gave him a bite of her sweet wine flavored gelato.

They enjoyed the rest even after their treats were done, and he wrapped his arm around her when he felt her give a faint shiver, her head resting on his shoulder. She snuggled against him, reassuring him and encouraging him to tighten his hold and rub his hand over her arm where goosebumps began to rise. "Getting cold?"

"It's just because we went from so active, to eating something cold. Let's get moving again, that will warm me up." She smiled up at him, and any chill he felt melted away under the warmth of her expression. He returned her smile and rose, helping her to her feet. They walked along, taking a look at the shops they passed, ducking into a few. He bought for her a shawl that complemented her leggings, wrapping it around her shoulders when they exited the store. She gripped its edges and looked down at it in surprise, then gave him another of those dazzling smiles. She was always so reserved when they were in company. Though they were out in public now, no one knew who they were, and so she was simply herself. Cheerful, mischievous, energetic, Luna was the girl who always got them into the best kinds of trouble.

Noct was surprised when she expressed interest in the arena of Totomostro. Gambling, especially on any kind of fight, was not something he expected her to find entertaining. But she did, pushing through the crowds, cheering excitedly with them all as they watched the beasts fight. When he asked her about it, rather than shout over the noise, she lifted up a brochure which explained how they came to have these creatures, mundane and daemon alike. It seemed that none were without Starscourge infection, and they all were dangerous and captured by hunters, many having human casualties under their claws. The games were a way to continue to pay the hunters to keep Accordo safe, and to give recompense to those that had suffered from the attacks, and he couldn't find much fault in that.

In the excitement of it all, he placed a few wagers, losing a little in the beginning as he figured it all out, and winning some solid gil by the end of their time at the arena. When they left, Luna asked the gondolier to take them on a scenic course. She held her new shawl close against the wind that blew cool over the water. She looked down and enjoyed the lights glittering on the chopping waves kicked up by their passing. Noct slid his arm around her waist to catch her as she began to lean over too far, and she let out a surprised and laughing shriek when she almost fell in but for his embrace. Their guide laughed and teased them gently, and neither contradicted him when he made comment on what an endearing couple they were.

Noct had expected them to return to the hotel, as the night stretched on, he was surprised she was still ready for more exploration. They continued on, to another shopping strip however, stores open late in this port city, where people came and went at all hours thanks to the lights that kept them safe. It wasn't until the sun started to peek up over the mountains that surrounded the city that they tiredly returned to the hotel. Noct went into her room with her, energy still humming through them both, even as they yawned. Luna laughed as she flopped back on her bed and spread her arms wide. It certainly was an indecent pose, only her opaque leggings retaining her dignity. Noct sat heavily on the plush chaise, kicking off his shoes before propping up his legs along the gilded frame of the back.

"That was wonderful, Noct."

He grinned at turned to her, his response interrupted by a yawn. She giggled at that, slipping off her own shoes before turning to lie on her stomach, her face towards him, those eyes glittering with such brilliant emotion. He reached into one of his large pockets on his leg, pulling out an elegant box and tossing it without due grace to land on the pillow above her head. She picked herself up curiously, her legs curling under her as she sat upright and opened the box. Within was a golden bangle of delicate design, which she held under the light to see better.

The cuff had thin ribbons of metal swirling within it, a pattern reminiscent of both waves and of flowers, depending on how she looked at it. There were six small gems spaced out with carefully planned asymmetry, and as she noted each one, she saw a pattern to it. The deep black of onyx stark against gold, the illusory depths held in a blue sapphire, a ruby red blazing bright, the subtle light of an icy blue aquamarine, a smoky brown topaz blending well among the gold, and the brightest citrine she had ever seen. "Oh," she breathed in admiration, holding it close as she realized each stone had been precisely picked to match the Astrals. "It's lovely, Noctis. However did you pick this up without my noticing?"

"Now, if I give away my secrets, how could I do it again without you noticing?"

She looked up at him, a pout on her lips, ready to argue, but her objections died on her lips. His expression held such tender care and boyish charm and shyness. His words may have held that touch of playful arrogance, but his face did not. Seeing that, her own expression turned from a teasing annoyance to one of pure gratitude and joy. She slid the bangle onto her wrist and turned it over in the dim lighting of the room. Each gem glittered in turn, and she smiled in wonder. The crafter must be quite pious indeed, to put such loving care into such a piece, and she admired it all over again. "Thank you, Noctis," she murmured, always using his full name when her emotions felt so high and strained, not knowing fully how to express herself. "I'll treasure this. It's the most beautiful piece I own now, for certain."

He felt a swell of pride at that, at knowing he had picked something that would mean so much to her. "Well, you were good luck back there, at the arena. I heard you're supposed to reward your lady luck, else it'll turn ill."

The tone of his voice made it clear he was trying to bring some levity back to the moment, as emotion laced tightly between them and seemed to weigh down the very air. She didn't mind. It was his way, when he was feeling shy or embarrassed, to deflect some of it away, to make things easier. She smiled, clutching her adorned wrist to her chest as she moved from the bed to kneel down on the floor beside the chaise. He started to move to sit up, to let her take seat beside him, but her hand on his chest stopped him. Her smile warm, she leaned in and kissed his cheek, petal soft lips lingering before moving to his other cheek. She felt the tension under her hand, the halt of the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the loud silence of his held breath.

Pulling back, the smile she gave him was heavy laden with such emotion, it seemed to pull him in, as all things with such weight had their own gravity. His hand reached out slow, timid, but steady, until he gently pushed hair from her shoulder to run his fingers along her neck. He leaned forward ever so slightly, eyes locked with hers in question. The nod she gave was slight, and had he not been so close, watching her with such intent, he may have missed the inclination. His face leaned forward at the same slow but unrelenting pace, and he felt her breath as her lips parted in invitation and her eyes began to flutter shut.

The kiss they shared was without reservation. Lips pressed firm to one another, whole conversations passed between them without a word. She knew his adoration, his longing, his worries, and his conviction. He learned of her devotion, her trust, her pride in him, her tender and unrelenting care. Their lips moved slow yet an electricity seemed to flow between them, bringing their hearts to a hammering race. Her hands laced through his short hair, his fingers brushed down her face and her neck. Without parting, they shifted into more comfortable positions, until he had joined her on the floor and she sat on his lap with her legs to one side, arms wrapped around his shoulders.

It was a knock at the door that brought that languid moment to a halt, though they did not leap apart. Lost in each other though they were, they also had expected such an interruption, and they ended their kiss slowly, eyes opening, meeting each other's gaze and smiling. This had been building between them for years, slow but inevitable, and the joy of the moment was not something which could be taken from them, even by untimely interruption. Ignis' voice at the door was urgent enough to bring them both to quiet laughter, and Luna extricated herself from Noct's hold with a chiding finger sliding down his nose. He grinned at her and stole another quick kiss before she stood, unsure when they would get another so private moment, but looking forward to the creative ways she was sure to find for them.

#ffxv #misha writes #lunoct #noctluna #lunoct week 2020

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notsogreatgamer · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Noctis Lucis Caelum Characters: Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, Noctis Lucis Caelum Additional Tags: lunoctweek2020 Summary:

"I don't pretend to know what awaits us at the end of this. I'm sure it's more than just waking sleeping Astrals and visiting tombs of long dead ancestors, but I do know that I would rather walk it with you." AU where Lunafreya and Noctis meet in Lestallum.

#lunoctweek2020 #lunoct week 2020 #lunoct #noctluna #noctis lucis caelum #lunafreya nox fleuret #ffxv #final fantasy xv

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aerisleis-fics · 4 years

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Lunoct week Day 1

Sunlight, Moonlight: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26584684

Luna and Noctis slip out of the manor to try and watch a Meteor shower, the weather doesn't cooperate.

(Sneaking out and Soul Mates)

So, yes I’m participating in Lunoct week despite having a boat load of projects (all of which are being worked on, I promise!). The goal here is to remember/re-learn how to tell stories in “short” form. lol

#Lunoct week 2020 #final fantasy xv #lunafreya nox fleuret #Noctis Lucis Caelum #my writing

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rynulle · 5 years

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apparently it's kh oc week? im a day late but heres nox!! he lives on scala and is really weak physically, but he's a lot more capable with magic. also he's friends with @lux-rae 's oc aer

and yes, some of the older folks are a bit wary of him bc his looks and personality are a bit familiar, but hes really just a sweetie that likes to learn @khoc-week

#kh oc week #maybe hes lunoct kid maybe hes not #oc tag #nox #kh #my art

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darkfromday · 5 years

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green thumb

*cough*

I, uh. Heard it was lunoct week.

hello @lunoctweek please accept this humble... late... thing...

day 04 prompt: sylleblossoms

In the end, everything happens because Gladio gets nicked really good across the face during training and has to drag them both to the mansion to stop the bleeding. They never would have been watching the news otherwise.

Noctis is hanging in the study with Iris, half-listening to her amusing TV-show recounting and half-imagining how Gladio will look with another scar, when out of nowhere the tune for Breaking News blares and the younger Amicitia gasps, “Oh, how awful.”

When he turns, the live broadcast on screen shows the fields of Tenebrae aflame.

At first he thinks it’s old footage, has to be. It’s such a perfect recreation of the fire and blood and fear of that day, the day Niflheim stole their peace and he and his father had to leave Luna and Ravus behind. But there are no bodies, and there were no news crews there as the flames roared; they only showed their faces after Tenebrae’s queen was long cold, and only then to spin Niflheim’s lies about the day.

Then Noct shakes off his paralysis and listens. The anchor is contemporary, a well-known Accordan. As she speaks of the fire’s unknown origin and how quickly it has spread and how desperately a few hunters are working to quell it, she’s not gesturing to the places people live, or even to the palace. The camera is covering the sylleblossom fields the country is famous for, one of the most popular tourist destinations in Eos.

And Luna’s sole oasis in the desert of enemy occupation.

“Make your statement, Princess,” Caligo Ulldor hisses. He shoves her forward toward the palace’s front doors and the heartsick, clamoring crowd beyond. “Why keep the people in suspense concerning their precious Oracle’s fate?”

“You—!”

Ravus starts forward from the corner, teeth bared, ready to doom himself and his sister both in the name of chivalry—but with a single hand, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret halts his words and his advance. She takes her time regaining her balance, and stares the Brigadier General down with eyes as steely as his own.

“Worry not. I will speak.”

“Then what are you waiting for?!” he snarls. He is in fine form today; flushed to his neck, with clenched fists, a voice hoarse from shouting, and capillaries already waiting to burst in his eyes. Lunafreya knows from experience that his fists are the greater concern.

She steps forward, deftly avoiding the handful of MTs waiting to pull the doors open for her. Ravus immediately moves to her side, and offers her his arm as he always does. This time, more cognizant than ever of Caligo’s eyes on their backs, she does not take it.

In this, she must be strong alone.

“Lunafreya,” her brother insists, but she steps through the palace doors and does not heed him.

The crowd gasps and cries anew the second they lay eyes on her, and though it is muted, Luna feels a joy similar to theirs—these are her people, the Tenebraens, those precious few who still revere and cherish the Nox Fleuret line. They have probably been camped out here all day, praying that the fire did not topple the palace or kill the blood of the Oracle.

If only it had.

Better that than what did happen.

Luna steps up to the makeshift wooden podium her captors have prepared for her, and stares straight into the blinking red eye that represents the rest of the world.

“My dear friends,” she begins, and the people hush themselves to drink in her words. “People of my homeland. I thank you for your concern for our safety. Each of your prayers was a shawl around my shoulders, one that kept me safe from the flames just beyond. None of the staff of Fenestala nor our Niflheimr guests were harmed in any way.”

Cheers ring through the field. Cameras are adjusted hastily; news anchors paraphrase her words for audiences across Eos. Several reporters snap photos of Luna, of Ravus standing stiffly at her side, of the even-more-stilted MTs and of Caligo shadowing them all just behind the podium.

For them, their Oracle has been found safe though bruised and sound though angry. Nothing has been lost. They are so happy that it hurts.

Luna… cannot be happy.

“Unfortunately…”

She hesitates. Takes a deep breath. Unseen, Ravus squeezes her elbow. When Luna looks up at him for the first time, she can see her pain reflected in his own blue eyes.

“Unfortunately… we have received news that the fire has burned the last remaining sylleblossom fields of Tenebrae to ashes.”

The news is more of a blow to the people than she expected. Perhaps eight years of occupation has not yet completely crushed their spirits, their hopes, as it nearly has hers. Then again—the sylleblossoms were always special, a magic mortals could tend to but never replicate. Even in Niflheim’s chains, the flowers glowed day and night, as though representing the pride of their people and the princess who grew most of them from seedlings herself. Now, that magic is gone.

Luna closes her eyes for a moment. It doesn’t work; a tear still falls, but she doesn’t hear her audience’s murmurs of grief and sympathy. She is remembering: springtime as a small child, a crown princess instead of an Oracle. Her late mother, Sylva, teaching her how to plant sylleblossom seeds just so, and to be conservative with watering and spacing so they would one day stretch beyond the fields of Fenestala Manor.

“Someday this will be your task, Lunafreya. I hope it is one you take joy in.”

When the queen was cut down in the very fields she tended, and her blood looked ready to taint the ground forevermore, it was Luna who took seeds salvaged from her brother’s room and from scattered Tenebraen families and relocated the affected blooms, while bestowing even more care on the ones which could not be moved. Luna had removed the burned blooms and replaced them with new life, and prayed she would never have to watch her precious field burn again.

It was a prayer the gods did not heed.

Caligo’s shadow draws closer, so Luna lifts her head higher and opens her eyes, but does not raise one finger to wipe her face.

“Though no lives have been lost, the people of Tenebrae have lost an important piece of their heritage today. The sylleblossoms have long been a symbol of peace and hope and… and we will have to move forward without them. I ask for privacy and your understanding during this time as we work to heal the land from… this terrible accident, and move forward.”

That’s all she is willing to say. She turns, and Ravus sweeps a hand to cut the uptick in voices that usually precedes thoughtless questions. Rather than wait for him, or for any of her other guards, she puts one pale foot in front of the other until she is back inside her cage, with her mechanical caretakers shutting the doors once more.

Luna exhales heavily, and starts toward the stairs—

—and she doesn’t even get to take another breath before her arm is wrenched back and she’s nearly pulled into Caligo’s bulky armor. Years of practice allow her to bite down on the sound of pain which would surely draw the braver reporters and bystanders past Ravus and through the doors to aid her in her plight to their own peril.

His hot breath still stinks of Niff whiskey as he snarls in her ear: “Best watch your step, Princess. As always, you perform well for a crowd—but next time you cross me, you will not live to speak of it. After all—there’s not much of you to burn. You’re so thin you’d go up like a twig.”

Luna is thrown to the floor as he stalks off, chortling. Her eyes are pinned to the lighter he’s twirling mockingly in his other hand, unashamed as he is of his crime, and of all he has taken from her. Hatred and despair churn in her gut, along with the helplessness that is her second skin.

But she doesn’t get up for a long, long time.

Noctis is ready to stow away on a train to Tenebrae that night to get Luna the hell out of there.

“You cannot show up in Niflheim territory, Noct, no matter how much the Lady Lunafreya would doubtless appreciate your company,” Ignis says for probably the tenth time, or maybe the eleventh. Noct is not counting, he is seething.

His father, his council, and his retainers are all saying the same thing. And not that it’s bullshit—it’s valid advice, well-thought out as anything from both the king and Ignis is bound to be—but, no, yeah, it’s bullshit. Luna’s flowers are one of her few joys, just one of a limited number of hobbies keeping her sane. And she lost every single bloom to a fire in the middle of rainy season in Tenebrae, which has “Niflheim cover-up” written all over it. The bastards did this to hurt her. Noctis should be there for her.

“There was no reason for the Niffs to do that to her! She’s never once tried to escape since they killed her mother, Dad would know if she had. She—she goes on TV and says every single stupid lie they want her to say, she has for years, and then they go and do this? She could be in danger!”

“No doubt she’s in danger,” Gladio huffs. He’s still holding a gauze pad to his cheek with one hand, and holding his little sister’s hand with the other. Iris was especially shaken by the Oracle’s tears, and has been mostly quiet all day. “Doesn’t mean we can do much about it. We especially can’t have you marching into enemy territory to dry the Oracle’s tears right this second. You’ll have every tank in the nation pointed at you in no time.”

“Let them point the tanks then! I’m ready!” Noctis rages. His back flares up along with his temper, putting an unfortunate damper on his point; but still, he presses on. “How I’m feeling right now, I could wave my hand and take ‘em all out—”

Ignis shuts that train of thought down immediately. “Anger does not erase the fact that you are sixteen years old and your combat training is nowhere near complete!”

“And even if it was, you can’t just spit in the face of diplomacy,” Gladio adds. “There’s protocol for state visits. Red tape for visiting occupied nations. How would His Majesty feel if something happened to you because you ran off half-cocked to rescue two political prisoners?”

They’re making sense, as they’ve been trained to do, and it just makes Noctis angrier. Angrier… and more despondent. He pulls helplessly at his own bangs, pacing Gladio’s room like a rabid dog.

“I… I can’t just watch her cry, and do nothing. I can’t. I couldn’t live with myself if…”

He trails off. He sounds… nuts, ordering his retainers who are barely older than him to let him sneak off to another country to comfort his childhood friend. It’s just…

It’s Luna. Luna needs me, I know she does.

Ignis and Gladio both look down and away from him. Noct bites his lip hard, clenching his fists in the bargain. He wishes there was a Niff in front of him he could punch—someone he could take this helpless anger out on, someone he could protect Luna from.

Instead there’s just Prompto, who’s sat on the floor next to Iris and watched the news replay Luna’s speech over and over while contributing nothing to the ongoing argument. He’s still so new to rubbing shoulders with royalty that Noct doesn’t even blame him for his unusual quiet.

“I just… wish there was something I could do.”

Maybe something in Noct’s face gets to him, or maybe his words do. Prompto finally breaks his silence as he gestures to the screen.

“Maybe you can’t go see her, but you could still talk to her—right? You could call Umbra—send her something!”

The thought clears Noctis’ head a little—but then he’s stuck all over again. It’s all well and good if he sends a gift that’s as good as him being there, and yet. What could he give her that would be supportive and understanding? What could he find that would give her hope, when she looked to have lost every last scrap of it on the news?

“A letter might be enough,” Iris tentatively suggests. “Flowers are good for grief, but considering what she lost…”

Right. And then there’s that.

Noctis remembers how sweet the sylleblossoms of Tenebrae smelled to him, laid up as he was in bed for many days after the Marilith’s attack and their arrival. They had almost seemed to coax him to get well soon, so he could go outside and play among them. For him, the flowers were not only an extension of Luna; they were also a living symbol of the hope he clung to throughout his recovery, part of what got him back on his feet.

All gone, now.

“I can’t believe they’re really all gone.” Prompto sighs. “The people of Tenebrae donated their seeds to replant the sylleblossom fields after the queen died, right? And now there’s nothing left to give.”

Noctis nods, but—wait. That doesn’t seem right.

“I agree with Iris,” Ignis says, at length. “A message relaying your heartfelt sympathies will go a long way. And it is safer than showing up and imperiling the current ceasefire.”

“Hey, Noct—”

Noct is half-listening to everyone, but the urgency in Prompto’s voice gets his attention. When he looks up quickly, his newest friend is already looking back at him, with something like confused excitement dawning on his face.

“Didn’t you say once that Lady Lunafreya sent you a packet of sylleblossom seeds—?”

The words are a bolt of lightning to his brain.

It was over a year ago, but Noctis remembers the day that particular message came to him like it was yesterday.

Prompto had just started talking to him a few weeks prior. They were walking home from the arcade when a furry torpedo smashed into their legs.

“Umbra!”

“Umb-whaaa?” Prompto shrieked.

Noct was too busy unhooking the notebook from around the dog’s neck to explain. He’d cryptically told his newest friend he had a “pen pal”, and no other details beyond that. Considering how dramatically Umbra had announced his presence this time, that might be changing soon.

Dear Noctis,

Thank you for showing me your mother’s beautiful garden. What a wonder to see such healthy plants and flowers in such a modern palace! I know well how painful it must have been to be in a space she treasured without her beside you, so I appreciate the photos more than I can say in words.

In thanks, I’ve enclosed something just as precious to me as your mother’s garden doubtless was to her. These sylleblossom seeds are from flowers that grew after the fire on the last day we played together. The flower is notoriously delicate, but hardy once planted—and, of course, beautiful to look at.

I hope that in giving you something important to me, a small part of me will be with you always.

Luna

“Prompto,” Noctis breathes. “You are a genius.”

“Wish my teachers would say that,” his friend quips. Then he does a double-take. “Wait, why am I a genius?”

But the prince is already up and out the door, ignoring Gladio and Ignis’ shouts of where are you going and wait up at least. He heads toward the Citadel like he’s been fired from a cannon.

A year ago, Noctis planted all but a few of those seeds in Queen Aulea’s old garden. It had taken some time, but the sylleblossoms did grow—to see them now, cheerfully poking out here and there among the other rougher plants, no one would ever guess they weren’t native.

Noct is resolute: the ten seeds that are left will be returned to their sender tonight. If he has to, he’ll pull the garden’s flowers from the dirt and send them too, by the fastest mail route possible.

Good thing the fastest route is probably asleep on my bed right now.

Knock, knock.

“Tell them to leave,” Luna instructs Ravus from her desk. It’s a muffled instruction, because her head has been pillowed in her arms all evening, and she has no intention of moving it. “I am not accepting visitors.”

The whole of the land still smells like ash.

From her bed, Ravus stands, redressing in their enemy’s full military regalia. “Turning your people away is not a luxury you can long afford.”

“We both know that whoever is at the door is not one of our people.”

Ravus’ silence is reproach and answer enough. Moonlight slides away from him as he strides across the room and opens her door in her stead.

“Ah, the Lady Lunafreya lives!”

A presence far darker than Caligo Ulldor’s sweeps past Ravus and into her quarters; her brother sputters protests, but to no avail. Luna doesn’t need to turn around to identify the Imperial Chancellor, which is fortunate: she needs these precious few seconds to fix her face into something unassuming, pleasant and non-threatening.

“Good evening, Chancellor. Is there some way I can help you…?”

“Come now, no need for that.” With a delicate twirl, Ardyn Izunia has procured the only other chair in the room and turned it to face her. When he slides into it, the brightness of his burnt gold eyes draws her gaze; once she’s looked up, she cannot look away. “I beg you, please call me Ardyn. Formality is so dull. And unnecessary, when I have brought you a gift!”

“A gift?” she echoes.

“Yes, found and retrieved by one of your preciously loyal dogs. Ah ah, worry not—” He chuckles and waves his hand as she darts up in alarm. “He was waylaid by a maid of House Fleuret who seems determined to fatten him up with sweetmeats. Lucky thing! I merely took the liberty of completing his delivery for him.”

Luna’s heart hammers—she knows Messengers don’t need to eat, and she knows that Ardyn (himself more than he seems) probably is aware of this. However, the Chancellor is such a laid-back entity when it comes to her dogs and her notebook that sometimes she forgets he ever happened upon them at all, years back.

Umbra probably really is begging for food he doesn’t need in the kitchen right now.

He wouldn’t hurt Umbra, she tells herself. He hasn’t yet. Nor Pryna, nor Ravus or even myself. He may keep his silence for a reason beyond my knowledge—but he has kept it.

“I… would be honored to accept.”

Ardyn glows. With Ravus looking on, he pulls Luna’s notebook from the folds of his cloak, with black ribbon noticeably tying a tiny package to it. He offers both items grandly; she takes them both eagerly. It takes no longer than a moment to stand and move out of reach of both men, unwrapping the notebook and turning to the newest page as though they are both absent.

Whatever they are, Noctis’ words are for her alone.

Luna,

I saw you on the news. There’s nothing more I can say, except I’m so sorry about the sylleblossoms. I know how important they were to you.

I hope my gift will help you feel at least a little better. I hadn’t yet planted some of the sylleblossom seeds you sent me last year. Now, I think their place is at home, with you.

Please stay safe.

Noctis

Luna chokes on her next breath.

Just as promised, the package contains ten delicately-wrapped sylleblossom seeds.

“Lunafreya?!” Ravus says behind her, with no small amount of concern.

She cannot speak. Her cheeks are flushed red, her eyes squeezed shut; tears leak from the corners against her will. She can barely swallow down a sob. It isn’t the first time Noctis has sent her some token, a piece of Insomnia or an item he is personally attached to—but it is the first time that the tender thoughtfulness behind one of his gifts has moved her to tears.

“Do you need a moment, my dear?” Ardyn inquires solicitously. Quicker than her ears can track, he is already sashaying back toward the entrance to her chambers. “Please, take your time. I know it has been a difficult few days for you!”

He must take Ravus with him, because once the door shuts, the room is unbelievably quiet. Luna cannot tell just yet because she’s busy: her arms are tight around the notebook, and her lips are pressed firmly to the bag of seeds.

Salvation from afar. A second chance.

“Oh, Noctis…” she murmurs.

Thank you.

#lunoct #noctluna #lunoctweek2019 #Darkday writes fanfic #Final Fantasy XV #DID SOMEONE SAY LUNOCT WEEK #green thumb

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