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nightcoeurl

Truthfully, scribbling King Regis' name in the margin of the small guest list for the wedding had been half a joke on Nyx's part, especially with Rox swearing up and down that they couldn't do that as he laughed and did it anyway. However when Noctis spoke up and said that his father often received wedding and other life-event invites - he just kindly declined most of the time - Nyx actually started to rattle the idea around in his genuinely a little more.

The worst the King could do was say no. It wasn't like Nyx was the first Kingsglaive to get married, nor did he figure he would be the last.

That was how he found himself in the King's throne room after being announced by the lightly flustered door guard, giving a respectful bow as Regis eyed him with bright but silent amusement and Clarus, always at his King's side, fixed Nyx with a slightly raised eyebrow at the obvious slightly decorative envelope in his hand.

"What brings you here today, Ulric?" Regis asked, his tone light and personable.

Despite how well they had gotten on at the few events they'd managed to attend together since his induction into the Glaives, and basically being one of his son's personal instructors and a friend at this point due to being a part of the Pickheart family even without being officially wed yet, there was a rush of nerves that almost put him off the entire thing.

Too late now, though.

He held out the invitation, prompting Clarus to come down the steps and take it from Nyx, bringing it back up to Regis.

"It would be our pleasure to receive His Majesty at our wedding," he managed to get out without stuttering, though his tongue certainly felt like lead in his mouth. "You're absolutely not obligated, though."

Regis, bless him, didn't call Nyx out on his obvious nerves while taking the envelope and opening it carefully. The invitation inside was simple but elegant; probably one of the few things the couple had actually splurged on a bit considering they had so few to give out.

"Thank you for your consideration, Ulric."

Nyx nodded, saluted and walked out quickly, boots clicking on the smooth, reflective marble floors.

Regis looked the invitation over with interest.

"Should be simple enough to clear my schedule for that day," he mused, more to himself than to Clarus, though the man gawked some.

"You're not seriously considering attending, are you?"

"Come now, Clarus. Ulric is one of my best Glaives. His bride-to-be may have retired, but she was among the top in her time, to say nothing of her being the mother of my son's lovely girlfriend. I would consider this an event worth making an exception for," Regis admitted, then added with a chuckle. "Besides that, the last wedding I was able to attend was yours. It was, as the kids say, quite the rager."

Clarus groaned out loud, pinching the bridge of his nose but relenting seconds later.

"I suppose you have a point... and my son and daughter have already received their invitations."

"Excellent. Now, what do people give as proper wedding gifts these days... ?"

Clarus just sighed.

[Wedding Day, Pickheart Household]

Banners, flowers, balloons and other decorations matching a theme of earth, flora and nature decorated the house inside and out. The back yard had been utterly transformed, with tables and chairs tied with ribbons and covered in delicate tablecloths as well as a beautiful flower arch sat at the end of a small makeshift walkway for the couple to stand at when the time came. The whole house smelled of delicious food, herbs and spices that had been prepared throughout the day by Rinka, Aurene and a few other helping hands. The guests were dressed in light semi-formal clothes, nothing nearly as fancy as the prince's birthday party, all keeping in relative theme of Galahd and nature.

For all intents and purposes, for a small, intimate event consisting of close friends and family being held at the house of the bride-to-be, it all looked perfect.

And it should have been.

If there wasn't for one tiny hiccup that Nyx was now forced to say to his beautiful fiancé dressed so perfectly in front of him.

"... we didn't hire an officiant."

actualchild

After receiving the text from Rinka about probably staying with Noctis for the night after their date (and giving her a good tease about it), she called to her mom and Nyx that she was going to stay at Prompto's for the night.

Look, if her sister was getting laid, and her mother was getting laid, it made sense that she at least give herself that same chance, right?? At the very least she'd be hanging out with her boyfriend, and that would be nice enough even if they didn't end up getting intimate.

She'd packed some extra clothes in her bag, packed her favorite chunkabo plush to let him visit his original dad, things for school, and made her way out the door while sending a text to Prompto that she was on her way.

Hey, I'm coming over for the night. You don't mind, right?

He wouldn't. He never minded. She knew that.

Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum was a moody teenager at best.

Everyone knew that.

Of course the tabloids enjoyed spinning it with such phrases as "stoically aloof" or whatever nonsense they were feeding to the public at large, but really he was just. A teenager. One that had actually dealt with more hardships than most realized, as well, which certainly didn't help his outward demeanor, but he was still mostly a child trying to navigate his way through a difficult world that refused to slow down for anyone, least of all him, and the unique burdens of being the next in line for the throne.

But there was a difference between his usual quiet, reserved moods and whatever he had been in the last few days. Any time he got to spend with his father outside of mind numbingly boring meetings and other royal responsibilities was usually a cause for at least a few light, corner-of-the-lips smiles and bright eyes that betrayed how much he actually enjoyed it, but the last dinner they'd managed to squeeze in had him distant at best.

It took a good week to finally hear from Clarus who had overheard from Gladio that there had actually been someone in Noctis' life that wasn't his skinny, overly excited blonde best friend. The way it was told, as these games of telephone tended to do, was that he had befriended the adopted family of a former Kingsglaive, specifically the woman's two teenaged daughters, and while everyone around them could see that Noctis was absolutely smitten with the eldest daughter and she clearly had feelings for him in return, neither of them had acted on it.

And when Gladio had tried to give him (and Prompto, in regards to the youngest daughter) a push in his gruff and probably less than tactful way, he'd gotten a strange reaction from Noctis. A mix of upset and anger that he didn't usually display before stomping off. That very night had also been dinner with his father, and the entire time he was absolutely dour, barely responsive, dodging questions about school and worryingly distant.

The pieces were somewhat there to understand what may have been going on in his son's head, but something was still missing. Namely the 'why'.

Regis wasn't the best with emotions, either (Noctis had to get it from somewhere, after all) but this was something he actually felt couldn't just be regulated to letting Ignis try and pry it out of him. He wanted to address it directly, or as direct as he could, and see if maybe he could offer some legitimate fatherly advice.

Or if he would somehow make things worse.

Either way he felt for his son, truly wanted him to live his best life, and it worried him that he wasn't going for something so easily within his grasp.

Hence why he had asked Noctis to his office during a rare bit of down time in between meetings that afternoon, sitting comfortably in one of the plush chairs off to the side of his large heavy wooden table. Once Noctis entered quietly he motioned with his hand to the other empty chair.

"Thank you for coming, Noctis."

nightcoeurl

ulric: Come on, just help me out with this.

altius: no

ostium: ya i gotta side with crowe here buddy its a little weird

ulric: How is it weird?

ostium: she wasn't a glaive that long and it was like fifteen years ago now

altius: the fact that ur hanging out with her bc of her kids is weird

ulric: OK again it's not just because of her kids, it's because her kids became friends with the prince, and blonde shortstack nearly got himself killed by pneumonia because his parents are neglectful dicks and Six help me he's grown on me, okay? Anyone that can get the dear prince to -smile- on a regular basis is a good person in my book but damn if he doesn't need protecting from himself. Plus I see Rox at the Citadel all the time. It's not like we're suddenly talking again after fifteen years. Also is it so wrong for me to want friends that aren't you two chucklefucks?

ostium: wow rude nyx. when was the last time before this whole thing with the kid?

ulric: ...

altius: exactly

ulric: The Citadel is a big place! And how often am I even IN the city?

altius: ur digging urself a helluva hole here nyx.

ulric: Crowe please just answer the question.

altius: ... fine

altius: u owe me so many beers

altius: better not let her take up all ur time

ulric: Deal. Answer?

altius: ditch the plushie, way too high school second date. the wine is fine. u should kno im mad at myself. i wanted u to make an ass of urself so i could laugh at u later

ostium: don't bury him yet, Crowe. he might still fuck it up.

ulric: With friends like these, is it any wonder I'd rather hang out with a single mom and a bunch of teenagers?

altius: fuk u

ulric: Love you too, Crowe.

Nyx huffed out an exaggerated, bemused sigh and tucked his phone away, placing down the goofy novelty chocobo plush he'd been staring at for entirely too long. His friends certainly knew how to turn a single innocent question of 'is a plushie and some wine too weird for a "thank you for letting me crash on your floor" gift?' into an ordeal, but at least Crowe had finally given him an answer he could use.

It had been almost a month since that rainy night where he had helped bring a very sick, bruised and grieving Prompto Argentum to the house of Rox Pickheart, former Kingsglaive turned single adopted mom and subsequently wound up in an impromptu sleepover with her, her daughters, the prince of Lucis, his retainer and his shield. He'd been meaning to get her something in thanks for her efforts to give the boy a safe place and letting all those people crash on her living room floor, but of course missions and other obligations kept him from doing so until now.

His fellow Glaives were already giving him shit about it, teasing him about a 'crush' like he was a teenager himself. Crowe was slightly more abrasive about the whole thing but the second Libertius uttered the word "jealous" he got a rough punch to his shoulder that he was complaining about for days after. Nyx knew neither Crowe nor himself felt that way about each other, they were closer to family than anything romantic, but jealousy came in many forms and it was entirely possible she silently feared losing what little time she got to spend with him outside of work.

Of course he had no idea if there was anything between him and Rox, nor did he want to make a fool of himself by assuming, or bringing something as 'high school second date' (as Crowe had put it) as a plushie for a thank you. There had been something of a spark between them back during her Glaive days but they had never perused it, still being relatively new inductees into the recently established group of refugee-based royal guards and somewhat uncertain if they should or shouldn't.

Her eventual decision to leave to raise the child she had helped rescue from a half-broken, barely functioning Nifelhiem base years back had turned it into a lost opportunity and admittedly Nyx had always been stuck on the 'what if' even though he still saw her infrequently due to her retaining a civilian job at the Citadel. For all his tenacity it was the one thing in his life he'd been hesitant about attempting to pursue, and now that she had adopted another child from a family that had failed her and the years had dragged on he simply wound up putting it to the back of his mind.

Until he heard her name again from the prince, and fell into a laughing fit that the boy's lanky overly energetic sunshine best friend had in turn befriended the youngest Pickheart daughter while walking back to an overly long meeting at the Citadel one day. Things kept weirdly falling into place from there as Noctis in turn got close to the older daughter and the four were regularly hanging out as a result.

Getting put on the frantic group call from Noctis that night where he begged Nyx to grab a few Glaives to search the city for a lost and potentially injured Prompto was unexpected, as was the resulting sleepover after they found him, but getting to talk with Rox at length later that night had been a breath of fresh air in a life that had become more about keeping the empire out of Insomnia than it had been about protecting the King, his son and the people of Lucis directly.

Which was what led him to her home in the quiet, shady residential district of mid town, feeling admittedly a bit grubby in his tight black teeshirt and faded black jeans but knowing there was little he could do about it as he'd already gone and knocked on the door.

It creaked open not to Rox but to Rinka, her eldest, who immediately rose an eyebrow at the person standing on the other side. She looked not exactly dressed up but definitely dressed to go out.

"... whatever it is, I didn't do it. This time," she blurted out. Nyx met her comment with a teasing smirk, folding his arms over his chest with one hand still holding the neck of the wine bottle.

"'This time'? Should I be worried about other times, Miss Pickheart?"

"... depends on if I can get Noct to get me a good lawyer or not."

"He probably could."

Both of them stared at each other for a moment before laughter bubbled out from them. She shook her head and patted him on the upper arm.

"You know I'm joking. Probably," she said, stepping around him but keeping the door open so he could come in. "Mom! Mr. Ulric is here! And I'm heading out!"

Mr. Ulric. Six, that makes me sound old...

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Rinka called as she bounded down the steps to the connecting street.

"That doesn't narrow it down!" Nyx called back as he entered the house, quietly shutting the door behind him. "Sorry for barging in..."

actualchild

Aurene was never any good at talking to people.

It had been that way since she was young, despite the best efforts of her mother and sister. Her sister was awkward in her own way, but overall was much more social and easy to talk to, but she was always a little too blunt, stared too much, generally made people uncomfortable. She was fine with that, though. She found she had a nice time by herself more often than not.

Like right now. It was lunch, but instead of eating in the classroom, she went outside and sat on a bench by a tree, quietly observing students as they walked together, socialized, and generally enjoyed their free time during lunch.

As far as her studies, she was doing ... Okay. She was smart enough, but not too terribly above average. It was almost as though she intentionally tried not to bring too much attention to herself, in every aspect of her school life. It was how she preferred it. She'd seen the crowds of girls who swarmed the Prince of Lucis, and had long decided she didn't want any part of that. He was good at ignoring them, and she actually felt a little bad for the guy. Imagine being followed by all of that when you weren't even technically single. Every one of those girls knew damn well that the guy was engaged, and yet swarmed around him at every opportunity like they might get lucky sometime. It was kind of sad to watch.

Nah, she'd rather just sit here by herself. Of course, she was vaguely aware of the feeling of being watched ... She wasn't sure what exactly tipped her off to that, but the feeling wasn't able to be shaken off. She looked around, trying to find the source, if there was one, and couldn't find it.

Hrm.

She shrugged to herself and took another bite of her food. She'd keep an eye out. Maybe it was just her sister trying to keep an eye on her like she did. That would make sense.