Hey, guys! So, I decided to make a fantasy like story with this perfect little couple (I'm desperate at this point lol), and see where this story might take you! Basically, Insomnia is a place of magic, wonder, all those little kid stuff that children talk about. It's the only place that houses one type of species that have once been thought to be extinct. Werewolves. Annnnd you guessed it! Noct's one of them! The whole Lucis line, pretty much, which is why they are seen as royal and powerful. Worshipped, if you must. But being an endangered species isn't all just happy and cool. Other lands *cough* Niflheim *cough* are desperately trying to get their hands on one of these powerhouses. Seriously. Who wouldn't want one in their military? They're big, strong, and furry! The whole Lucis line is hunted. One war, in particular, had killed Noct's father, Regis, leaving Noct being the last purebred werewolf. Even worse, now. Hunters would pay anything to get even a sample of blood from him. Noctis is running out of places to hide. Maybe a relationship can... save the species? (Insert horny emoji face here) There's some fluff of Noctis x Luna, Noctis x Ignis, Noctis x Gladio if you squint, but the main ship is Noctis x Prompto. Prompto's for life!
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Noctis slowly peeked a lazy eye open. He freaking hated mornings. Mumbling a few curses under the covers, he fumbled himself into a position to try and slap that snooze button until it breaks. Reaching one arm out of the warm covers, Noctis winced. Cold, morning air hit his sensitive skin like a -1000 degree knife pressed upon it. Winter mornings suck the most. Noct should really be starting to get ready for hibernating, but he's not the best at taking care of himself. It's usually always Ignis telling him what to eat to make hibernation easier. It's not like Noctis ever listened, anyway. Moving his arm aimlessly in the air, he tried to locate the rectangular sound box and just throw it out the window. As long, slender fingers meet up with ice cold plastic, Noctis hisses.
Fuck. Why did I even waste money to buy this one hell of a alarm clock?
Reaching for the snooze button, Noctis stretched his arm as far as it could go, only having it come in contact with something... warm and... soft...? A soft gasp could be heard faintly in the distance.
The hell? Noctis thought lazily to himself. Did my clock melt, or something?
He lifted head up and out of covers, expecting to see a heap of melted plastic, only to find something much worse. His... his hand, was resting on a mound. A round, smooth mound covered in a thin, white fabric. There were two mounds, both looking the same, and both were connected to a body.
"You..." It was a woman's voice. Noctis could tell. Venom dripped from that word like acid burning into his palm.
Noctis' eyes widened. Shit. Before he could remove his hand, or even come up with another lame excuse for the misunderstanding, a hand connected with his face, slapping him so hard, Noctis' head had snapped in the opposite direction, his body soon following it. And damn, it stung like hell. Noctis was 80% sure there would be a handprint halfway across his face for the next month. His ears felt like they were about to snap off his head, and Noctis flinched away. Tail curled neatly around his body, he looked up to glance at this monstrosity of a woman, lurking over him like a daemon.
"Noctis... how dare you...!" She snarled, eyes narrowing like a predator's. Her silver hair sparkled in the sunlight, a white dress was worn loosely around her body, and her eyes glistened. Damn. Noctis had to admit. Under the morning sun like this, her pale skin seemed to glow like a goddess'. A devil hidden under the goddess, actually.
Noctis sighed. I never should've woken up today...
"Look, Aranea. I'm sorry. It was a simple misunderstanding. It's early in the morning, and I'm just not into cold mornings." Noctis threw up a puny excuse from his mouth, trying his hardest for it to be enough to make Aranea let him go.
"Misunderstanding, my ASS!" Aranea bellowed, a snarl taking over her usual calm expression. Damn, definitely a demon. "Are you sure you aren't in heat? A prince like you should not be harassing other women this early in the morning!"
"I'm sorry, ok? It was an accident, and..." Noctis stuttered, trying to sound normal. Why is it so hard, all of a sudden? What happened to his stoneface when he needed it the most?
"HARASSMENT!" Aranea roared in his face. Noctis sighed. There's just no arguing with a woman like her. It's almost like a one way switch. Once you flick the switch, there's no turning back.
"I was reaching for the snooze button, ok?!" Noctis started raising his own voice. His mood was shitty every morning, anyway. He didn't need it getting any worse. "Besides, what were you doing standing right by my bed, anyway?"
"I was coming to wake you up, since you never do it on your own!" Aranea shouted back, towering over Noctis like a giant.
"Well, the alarm's already done that, thank you very much." Noctis grumbled to himself.
With the stupid alarm still going off, Noctis slowly started getting out of the warm bed, wincing as the cold air gave him a second slap to the body, and put on some loose shorts and a baggy shirt. Running a hand through his hair, Noctis started walking towards the bathroom to take a shower, and try to wash off some of the traces of the handprint on his once flawless skin. Rubbing his sore cheek gently, Noctis opened the bathroom door.
"Just where do you think you're going, brat?!" Aranea growled. "I think I need to teach you a lesson!"
"Fuck off." Noctis mumbled, walking into the bathroom, not before flipping Aranea off before closing the door behind him.
"That little punk is too spoiled for his own good! I swear, if I was his parent..." Aranea's shouting started dying as she stormed out of Noctis' bedroom. Noct sighed in relief. Another day, another shitty morning.
Turning on the water, Noctis slowly stepped into the shower, instantly feeling relaxed as warm water droplets caressed his body gently. Finally, some peace and quiet. After standing still in the shower for what seemed like forever, Noctis finally snapped out of his little happy place, and decided to actually wash his body. Reaching for the shampoo, Noctis squeezed the product onto his palm, and started mixing it into his jet black hair. It was going pretty well, actually, until Noctis sprayed shampoo into his eyes.
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"God, I swear. Regis spoils that brat way to much." Aranea growls, chewing furiously on a piece of buttered toast. The dining room was massive. Too massive, in her opinion. The walls were supported with polished, pearl-white pillars laced with golden designs. There were five extra large refrigerators, three walk-in pantries, and about eight freaking ovens. Unless there's eight fucking Ignises, then the other seven are just a waste of money. God, who needs this much? Werewolves do. They take up so much more room than us. It's so inconvenient. Aranea thought they would much rather be living out in the wilderness, than to be crammed in this hell house.
"Now, now, let's cut our little prince some slack." A man says as he walks up to Aranea and pats her shoulder lightly. His brown hair is pulled back with the top sticking out like a hedgehog's, and his tall, slender body seemed to make Aranea look like a midget. She turns to look at the man, a complaint bursting through her lips.
"Shut up, Ignis. You're my husband. You're supposed to be on my side."
Ignis smirks. "Yes, but I'm also a guardian for Noctis."
"So are you saying that your job is more important that our relationship?" Aranea mumbles, glaring at the taller man.
"Nobody's saying that except for you," Ignis smirks, and puts a plate of flaky pancakes drenched in syrup in front of his fiancé.
"Whatever." Aranea mumbles, and starts stuffing her face with fork fulls of pancakes.
"Ignis?" A tender voice suddenly interrupts the silence. Ignis and Aranea turned to see who it came from. Aranea smiled.
"Ah, Luna." She said lightly. "Want some?" Aranea pointed to the pancakes.
Luna stayed silent for a few minutes, wandering around the room, looking for something. Someone. Her blonde hair shined like gold as she was running. Her blue eyes glowed like the sky, scanning the dining room for a certain someone.
Aranea looked at her, confused. "What are ya looking for, kiddo?"
Luna turned to the older woman. "Where's..." before she could finish her sentence, a shriek echoed through the room, followed by a series of curses.
"MY FUCKING EYE! GOD, FRICK! JESUS, CHRIST! FFFFFUCKING, CRIMINY! I HATE SHAMPOOOOOOOOO!
"Noctis..." Luna finished, looking directly up in the direction of the screaming. Aranea and Ignis both sighed. It's just another day in the Lucis household. You'd think that the last werewolf would be at least able to care properly for himself...
A few minutes later, Noctis came staggering out from the stairs, casually tripping on the last step, and slowly limped his way to the dining table. His tail was bristling with anger, and his wolf ears twitched in irritation. He wore a pair of black sunglasses to cover up his swollen eyes, and his hair was still dripping wet. Ignis sighed. "Noctis, you have to dry your hair. On cold days like this, you could catch a cold." Noctis snorted. "I would've if I wasn't blind. He grabbed for a pancake, not bothering to use any silverware, and tried to guide it into his mouth, but only succeeded in feeding it to his nose. Luna giggled. Noctis groaned. At this point, Noctis had already had a shitty morning. His body gave out, and his head landed on the hard, polished table with a thunk. Noctis had officially given up on mornings.
Aranea lit a cigarette and took a few puffs from it, before exhaling the smoke onto Noct's soaked face. "You've got a lot to learn, kiddo."
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It was just a regular day at school. Nothing more, nothing less. The teachers always begged Noctis to try a little harder on his assignments, since currently, he was failing biology, and had two straight Cs in Geometry and English. His other grades weren't any better, either. The only impressive grade Noctis had was in athletics. Because of his werewolf blood, it was no surprise that he had more energy and strength than any of the other kids at school. Noctis was always the first to be picked onto a team (if he wasn't the one picking teams), and there wasn't a single student that could beat his record in running. Five miles in seven minutes. Of course, since Noct was the jock kind of student, his fans were nonstop. Hell, he had more fans than the entire marching band group. About half the school girls were obsessed with him. Noctis never paid any attention to them. Although, on some occasions, he'd take selfies with them, or give them a light kiss on the hand, but those are just to improve his reputation.
"Yo, womanizer! How's your eyesight doing? I heard you squeezed about half a bottle's worth of shampoo into those sockets! You do know that 'tear free' shampoo bottles don't mean they are tear free, right?" A silver-haired boy came up behind Noctis and slapped him upside the head. Noctis growled, and turned to glare at the other student. Ravus Nox Fleuret. Mr. master jock. Ravus and Noctis have been rivals ever since middle school. The man and the wolf. Not a good combination. Noctis was a sophomore in high school, while Ravus was a senior. He had always been in second place behind Noctis in sports. But in any other subject, Ravus was winning by a mile. Not only was he athletic, but he was smart. Their fans battled each other to the death over who's better. Other students can't stand it, and personally, Noctis doesn't blame them.
"Not much. How is your teacher chasing plan going, teacher's pet? Shouldn't you be running around with a tattle tail tongue?" Noctis smirked, coming back with the same approach. Ravus clenched his fists, and ran in front of Noctis, blocking the stairs from the raven.
"Move." Noctis ordered, an ice cold gaze settled on the fuming jock.
"What did you say, mutt?" Ravus growled, standing over the shorter teen.
"I said move your face, teacher's pet." Noctis repeated, and walked around the jock, making his way up the stairs.
Ravus glared at the boy. "At least I ain't no house pet!" Noctis paused. His ear twitched. Ravus smiled smugly. "Does your doggy ear know that it's true?"
Noctis turned around to face the taller boy. "What'd you call me...?" Venom dripped from his words. At this time, a crowd of people had already surrounded them, screaming for a fight.
Ravus smirked. "I said, at least I wasn't a damn dirty mutt that followed behind other humans like a pet!" Noctis stepped closer to the older boy, and glared at him.
"Don't." Noctis mumbled threateningly, keeping his eyes on the floor. This only seemed to encourage Ravus to go on.
"What's a mutt like you doing in this school, anyway? How did they even accept you?" Noctis grew angrier every moment. He tried his best to hide it and leave, but his bristling tail behind him gave it all away, which was the best possible outcome to a bully. Ravus, being the keen jock he was, noticed it immediately, and kept going, each insult hitting Noctis like a bullet. "Am I making you angry? I'm just telling the truth, y'know!"
"Ravus, stop!" A voice echoed in the distance. The crowd turned to see who the owner of the voice was. Luna. Ravus' smile faded.
"Luna, I've told you before. When big brother's busy, don't interrupt him!" He snarls.
"I won't let you make fun of Noct just because he looks different!"
"Looks different?" Ravus laughs. "More like all different! Your blood, your DNA, your appearance! Just admit it! You're not human!" Noctis stood still as the crowd roared to life, urging them to fight each other.
He glared at the senior, the urge to punch that stupid grin off his face tripled. "You think I don't know that already?"
"Ravus, stop! That's not true! Say you're sorry!" Luna pleads, noticing how close Noctis is to snapping.
Her brother snorts. "Why should I? He's the last werewolf. He should be able to defend himself, right? Look at this mess!" Noctis clenches his fist so hard that he can feel blood dripping from where his nails had dug into his palm. "Look at little Noctis!" Ravus continues. "Such a pity how you couldn't live up to be the expectations of your ancestors. Probably why your dad died in the first place!" Noctis was holding on by a thread. He hated this feeling. It felt as if he moved even a little bit, he'd snap. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He absolutely hated it. "Your father's probably embarrassed to have you be the last descendant! Pathetic!" That had done it. It cut the thread. Noctis snapped.
A fist flew into Ravus' face, sending the older boy stumbling backwards, holding his bruised jaw. "SHUT UP!" Noctis roared, and jumped onto Ravus. Pinning the other boy to the ground, Noctis sent blows after blows to the other boy's face. The crowd went wild.
"Noct, calm down!" Luna pleaded, grabbing Noctis' arm, trying to stop him from turning the other boy's face into mush. Noctis whipped his head around, catching Luna by surprise, and flung her off, sending her body tumbling to the side. Noctis' wolf blood had come to a boil, and all sense was gone, except for one voice. Survive. There's a threat underneath you. Kill him. Save yourself. Live. The students surrounding them started cheering louder and louder every second, making Noctis' sensitive wolf ears lay flat on his head. It was sickening. He wished they would just stop.
Suddenly, the screaming and shouting had finally caught the attention of the faculty, and five men raced towards the fight to try and break it up. Pushing through the crowd, they yelled for back up to help carry the two away. Noctis knew that he should stop mashing the poor boy's face in, but something inside him told him to continue on. It felt... good... to bash the other's face in. It was Ravus who started it, anyway. His punches grew harder and fiercer. On one moment, a sickening crack sounded through the whole hallway. There goes Ravus' flawless nose...
"AAAAUGH!" Ravus yelped, trying to shield his bruised face from Noct's fists. "Somebody get this rabid animal off of me!" Of course, no people in the crowd paid any attention to him. They were all too focused at the rabid animal. Teachers, security, and other students pushed the crowd aside, and tried to break up this one hell of a rampage.
"Noctis! Stop!" Luna pleaded, grabbing his arm to try and stop him from killing the boy underneath. Noctis just casually flung her off his shoulder. Her slender body literally bounced off the walls. He smirked at all the strength he had compared to these puny humans. Glancing at both hands, covered in Ravus' blood, Noctis laughed. He had won. He got up, and walked off the twitching body, and went to stare at the cheering crowd. He glared at them. Their sounds. The noise. He hated it. He hated how they always shout at everything. He hated them.
Faculty immediately grabbed him by the arm, and started leading him away from the murder scene. Noctis silently obliged. His job was finished. He survived.
Suddenly, a shoulder went right against Noctis' back, sending him flying forwards, getting a face full of tiles. A body pounced on top of him, and spun Noctis around, so he was lying on his back. Noctis was surprised. How was the boy even able to move after what he had done to him? "Ravus..." Noct started, but got interrupted with a punch to the gut. He gasped in pain. Trying to push the older boy off him wasn't as easy as he had thought. Sure, he was strong, but Ravus was 90% pure muscle. That man can pack a punch, and stand his ground at the same time.
Security immediately sprung into action, and tried to pull Ravus off the other boy.
"You had your fun. Now, it's my turn." And with that, Noctis experienced a real falcon punch firsthanded. The move had hit him so hard, it made his head hit the tiles painfully, and his head snapped to one side. Noctis' attempts to push the older boy off him were slowly weakening with every blow he received, until Noctis was just a limp body getting hammered into the ground. The crowd got louder every second, which wasn't helping Noct's situation at all.
Is this the best you can do?
Are you truly the last of the werewolves?
You can't even beat a mere human.
You have to stand up for yourself, because nobody else will do it for you.
Keep walking forward, no matter what dangers hit you...
Because the moment you go backwards...
You fall.
Walk tall, my son.
Noctis' eyes snap open, and he growled low in his throat. Literally like a rabid animal. He blocked one of Ravus' blows with one arm, and used to other to grab the boy's jacket. He pulled Ravus down, and gave him a welcoming headbutt. The crowd went wild. Ravus stumbled back, and held his forehead, glaring at Noctis. The smaller boy wasted no time, and kicked Ravus' body off of his own, sending him tumbling on the tiles. Noctis stood up, and wiped the blood off his face. Ravus snarled at Noctis, and Noctis growled back at him.
"That hurt, idiot." Ravus grumbled, rubbing his forehead gently.
One of the fans in the crowd cheered gallantly. "Go, Noctis! You make Ravus seem like a puny rat!"
Ravus whipped around to glare at the fan, making the student stumble back a few feet. "Aw, c'mon, dude." He growled at the fan, eyes gleaming like stars. "That was a little too obnoxious, wasn't it?"
Noctis smirked. "Good. That means he described it correctly, then."
Ravus snapped his head back at Noctis, smoke fuming out of his nostrils like an angry bull (To describe how Ravus looked, imagine a massive bull with silver hair. Got that? Great. Now, imagine Noct dressed in neon red clothes wearing a neon red hat and a pair of red boots. Also, a bucket of red paint had been dumped all over him. Now, imagine the rage in that bull's eye. RIP). "Why, you little punk..." Ravus slowly stomped his way towards Noct, his expression resembling more of a rabid animal than Noct ever was.
But before the fight could go on any longer, security stepped in and led both boys in opposite directions. They told the crowd to go to their classes, and left through the double doors.
The crowd grunted in annoyance, and eventually disassembled. One of the teacher's helped Luna up, and led her to the nurse's office. He looked behind her shoulder to glance sadly at Noctis before he was led into the office.
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"Noctis, you have to learn to control your urges." A tall, muscular man with pulled back hair stared at Noctis.
"I am trying!!" Noctis booms, slamming his fist on the desk. "It was Ravus who started it!" The guard sighed. Noctis came into his office at least once a week from some problem. 70% of the time was because of Ravus. The boy's are like fire and ice. He's pretty sure they'd kill each other if left alone for long enough. "Cor, you don't understand! You never did!" The boy roared, both ears and tail bristled with anger.
Cor sighed. "Sit down, Noctis." Noctis grunted, and sat back down in the wooden chair. Cor wiped the scratches that Noctis had gashed onto the desk, and looked at him sincerely. The kid may be young, but boy, does he have a temper. If it could change the weather, everyday would have hurricanes and tsunamis. He's afraid of what the last werewolf would become in a few years. God forbid if he were to change sides. "Do you know how much of a threat you can cause if you lose control? What if you transform? Have you ever thought about that?" Cor speaks like a robot. So clear, and so direct. It drives Noctis insane.
"I'm thinking about it every damn day!" Noctis snarls, clenching his fists. "Do you think I want to transform into a monster?! What do you know about me, huh?" Noctis keeps going for what seems like an eternity. "You think you know everything about me, but you don't! All I am to you is a mere military weapon, anyway, so why don't you stop telling me to give you the proper blowjob you humans need for your own comfort, and learn to suck your own dick?!" Noctis throws insult after insult at the marshall until he runs out of breath.
Cor remains silent for a few minutes. For a while, all you can hear is the boy's pants and wheezes. But man, Noctis has to admit, getting all that rage out is pretty relaxing afterwards. For a few more minutes, Cor finally says something. "Are you done?" Noctis just stares at his lap, and nods. Cor clears his throat. "Ok, good. Now, we can finally get into the lecture."
Noctis freezes. "We haven't even begun yet??"
Cor just smirks teasingly at the student. "And boy, it's gonna be a long one."
End of Chapter One
Yo, nice to see you've made it to the end! Now before you squish me with comments about where Prompto is, let me tell you this. BE PATIENT!!!! I promise, he'll show up eventually! Just deal with lonely Noct for a while, ok? I did make some changes recently. Just a simple grammar fix. Oh yeah, and I extended the fight a little longer. Bye, people! Hoping to catch ya on the next chapter, which should be published in a week or two.