blindedstarlight:

Imagine King Noctis…

His tender smiles, only for you, in the middle of council meetings. He smiles right at you, only doing so if he’s sure his gaze has met yours. His smiles are always accompanied by a light blush on his cheeks.

After council meetings have ended, he meets you in his private gardens, and he smiles wider at you where no one is witness to his toothy grin. He looks so young as he approaches you.

“Those things are so boring. I don’t know how you do it Y/N…” His hands rest under your elbows and pull you close to him. You do not resist the pull, and you feel yourself getting shy.

“They are necessary, Majesty.”

His frown is sweet, and the furrow of his eyebrows almost has you cooing out loud.

“Just Noct, please?” His midnight blue hues reflect starry galaxies in their shine, and you feel yourself at a loss for breath.

You nod. “Noct, then.”

The king smiles, bright and overpowering.

“Thank you.”