Clarus, pulling the needles out: I told you. I told you. I fucking- I’m sorry. I told you. Did you listen? No. Let’s run straight to danger, why not? I’m worried king Mors didn’t have another child, because the way you’re going- I’m sorry! The way you’re going you’re not going to make it to 21. And whose fault will it be? The Shield’s. Of course. Because he couldn’t- I’m sorry, I said I’m sorry! Because the Shield couldn’t protect him. But will they believe the Shield’s story? Will they believe when the Shield explains that he did try to protect him, but when the toddler of a prince saw the sign that read “Danger” he didn’t just go straight to it, he actually THREW HIMSELF FACE-FIRST INTO THE PIT? No. Of course they won’t. And there it goes; the entire Lucis Caelum bloodline. You’ll have finished with 2000 years of history. The reason? “He was curious.”
Regis, facedown, face hidden in his hands, voice muffled: Stop imitating me.
Cor is internally laughing. He already made a bet with Cid to see who starts crying first.
i’m sure the person who made this intended it to be one of those ~twilight is gay ha ha~ jokes but i saw this and immediately asked myself which one of you hatched THIS fresh gay concept
“He’s just an awkward turtle during photoshoots” hands down, you just made the perfect sum up of Noctis, ahahhahahaha
I think it’s both cute and funny, and I can see it as absolutely canon, and I think that the reason of that would be that he’s socially awkward 😀
When Regis films or photographs him, lil Noct is with someone he trusts. He’s with papa! And papa makes him happy and makes him laugh and he’s good and nice, so baby Noct has no notion of what a camera is. All that he knows is that he loves dada and he’s getting his attention and that’s awesome and he’s happy, and so the photos and videos taken are so good because he’s all on natural!
And then when he grows and understands cameras, he’s still with dad so that’s fine, you know? Because it’s dad and dad is good, so he will and can smile naturally when Regis says “Look this way, Noct!”
But when it’s someone he doesn’t know….
And, okay, they’re being nice, and papa says they just want a photo and everything, but…hnnnng…Noct…can’t….He’s in this white room that’s new to him and that’s already intimidating enough, now he’s also in front of people he doesn’t know who are telling him what to do and why, I don’t wanna be here, I want to go home, I don’t feel safe hngfdngndhg, who the hell are all of you and why do you want a picture, dad, do something ;____;
And Noct feels intimidated and shy enough, then these people are asking him to take photos of him?? And Noct is just so, so, so, so shy, he gets so timid because hnnfngf, these strangers want photos of me but I’ll look silly and they’ll laugh, what do I do-
And it’s ironically that he fears to look silly that he ends up looking silly and awkward, ahahaha.
Poor Noct! How many magazines there must be with awkward photos of the lil prince. And there may be awkward photos of teen and adult Noct too! He may have grown out of his baby shyness, but he’s still a socially awkward potato and you want me to pose how wtf why I’ll just…smile? Eh…
Maybe Noct is used to being the spotlight but that doesb’t mean he likes it! Hahahah! Ah, this precious angel, I love him.
– him cooking all your favorite meals, and your comfort food
– conversations over tea (because he’s very zen like that, y’all know)
– he’d be very protective of you, duh
– he’d praise and compliment you a lot, make you blush and all – back rubs!! head rubs!! aND C U D D L E S IN!!! BED!!!
– I feel like he would hold your chin and tilt your face up to him so he knows he has your undivided attention
– him teasing you, and teasing you (I trust you all know the difference that I’m pertaining to ;>)
– but one day you wake up and find him preparing to leave, and you feel hurt because this isn’t the first time he’s done this; now you have the chance to confront him about it
– you get out of bed and approach him silently, and he’s already dressed and packing his bag in swift and quiet movements, practised movements
– but he drops an apple in surprise when your voice cuts through the dimly lit receiving area of the shop, “Leaving again?” your eyes pierce through him, saying the words you didn’t let past your lips, “Without me? Without a proper goodbye?”
– he faces you and produces a small flame in the palm of his hand that floated to the nearest lantern, helping the both of you see each other clearly
– he looks sad but smiles at you, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you.”
– “I’d rather see you off, honestly. Waking up to an empty side of the bed hurts.” the more you talk, you take slow steps towards him and the more his expression mirrors the hurt on your own
– “I want more than that, I want to go with you.” he opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off, and his eyes widen in surprise for the second time now “Don’t say that it’s too dangerous for me, you’re going out there alone.”
– you’re right in front of him now and you take his hands in yours, “I want to be a part of it. Everything. Take me with you. Please.”
– it’s dead silent for a moment, and he looks down from your gaze and you hold in a breath, scared of what he will say
– but your eyes practically bulge out of your sockets when he mutters a single word, “Alright.”
– he chuckles at the look on your face, “Well, go on, pack the things you need.” he cocks an eyebrow at you when you don’t move and says your name, “Are you alright? Did you hear what I just said?”
– “I did,” you manage to find your words “I just didn’t expect it to be so easy, convincing you, I mean. You’ve been leaving like this for so long I thought…”
– he holds your chin so you face him, and you meet his gaze again “How could I say no? Especially when you’re this demanding.”
– this makes heat rise up to your cheeks and he smirks, you turn to fetch your things when he calls out “You’re coming with me, but you’re going to follow a few rules.”
– you turned your head to him so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash, “Rules?”
– he just smiles calmly at you, looking at you through his eyelashes “You’re never leaving my side. Understood?” you nod “It’s the world I don’t trust, not you.”
– you smile and go to him, happily sponging kisses from his cheek to the juncture of his shoulder and neck “Understood. Thank you.”
– he hums, wraps his arms arms around your waist and nips at your ear “Mhm, I should’ve thought of more rules for you to follow if you’re going to be this obedient.”
69. Following the Kiss with a Series of Kisses Down the Neck
“Haah, darling, wait-”
You cover Julian’s lips with yours, stopping his protests. For a moment he continues trying to speak into your mouth, but eventually he relaxes, melting into you with a sigh.
It’s probably not the best place to start making out – Julian being a wanted man and you supposedly leading the search for him, it would be decidedly bad to get caught locked in an intimate embrace with him in the middle of the palace garden. Yet here you are, pressed fully against him with your hands tangled in his hair and your tongue in his mouth.
Curse him for being so tempting.
He pants loudly when you pull away, a groan escaping as you trail kisses and nips down the line of his throat. He starts trying to say something again but all that comes out is a sharp cry, prompted by you biting down on a spot just below his ear.
You both freeze, looking at each other in horror in the silence that follows his outburst. Any prayers you toss up that no one happened to be near enough to hear him are ignored, as soon you detect the sound of footsteps hurrying in your direction. Shit.
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