𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 .

𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐦 as portrayed by castle.

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      𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐦   .    /     𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒏   .

from Final Fantasy. XV. portrayed by Castle. revamped. please like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting with a very sleepy prince!

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      𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐦   .    /     𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒏   .

from Final Fantasy. XV. portrayed by Castle. revamped. please like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting with a very sleepy prince!

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galetide-a‌:

what if i (whips) revamped this blog

teehee

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what if i (whips) revamped this blog

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" you can have a nap on me after you take a bath... and y'know what? all you have to do is sit there. I'll take care of everything else, " Shiro clearly isn't taking no for an answer -- he's already throwing a towel over his shoulder and rolling up his sleeves.

   ——— Noctis let the sheets absorb him like a puddle; sunken into it and enveloped in the comfort. today’s escapades wore on him heavily; his muscles heaving with each step, exhaustion pulling his eyes, every will left in him to soldier on depleted at the hands of a mission well done. and he’d join his room back with shiro at his side, beside him, near him, close to him — all that and more, finding that he recharges more comfortably with someone to lay on. maybe it was the pitter-patters of a heartbeat snug against his ear that lulled him effortless.

he was no stranger to your dose of defiance — later he’d grumble. and he’d tsk, and sigh, and go silent. your annual grumpy, wearisome noct with his antics. once he was dedicated to his rest, there he’d lay for eternity.

the bridge of his nose scrunched at the disappearance of shiro — arm missing their presence, pouting, ever so slightly, as he just felt the warmth of what was on the bed. instead, he felt the dip of the mattress sink in as shiro sat at the side. the room was faintly dimmed by the glow filtered through the shutters, fading as time ticked. he wasn’t what would you call tired, but more so  . . lazy, done with what the world had to offer him that day.

the dip rose and molded back to its plush.

and maybe noctis was what you would call tired, missing hints dotted in their words and allowing the sandman’s stubbornness to grumble into his pillow.   ` ‘can do it myself. . ’  and there he paused as the world sunk in with abruptly open eyes.  ` w-wait — huh? ’   his head rose.  ` y’don’t — have’ta go that far… ’  the life pooled back into him. it was the faux suggestion he was incapable of a basic human necessity that powered his initial crabby talk-back, and it was the blurred lines of it all that flushed his face hot. there was too much he didn’t realize in such a short matter and too much to process all at once — he successfully muddled him.  ` i’ll . . go do that. now – the, bath. that is. just don’t — gaaah. . . ’  the comforter was thrown off him with a swing of his arm. 

                                                         you win this round!

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galetide‌:

any… horny boys?

Keep reading

im adding more bc i cant be stopped

wanna wake him up? fuck him. then watch him go back to sleep afterwards IMFBEDBKFJN IM KIDDING maybe

speaking of he probably has been so tired before that midst fuck he just (closes eyes) “are you.. sleeping”      ‘ huh? no. just. really into it :) ‘ aka he gets so relaxed he nearly clocks

he still has back pains so probably not a good idea to claw at his back. feel free to claw anywhere else tho

noct has. the best bedhead jsyk. 

+ pull his hair. run yr fingers thru it. he loves it

hand holding during sex is cute and u bet he does that

probably. not the best at giving oral. but. damn it all he’d try. and u can tell he’d be frustrated w himself . “ WATCH THE TEETH  “   ‘ oh. sorry ‘   or just (forgets where the clit is) oooh right i gotta stimulate that too 

hes just touch deprived and loves being touched. being close w u. snugglin. feelin yr body heat.

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𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫‌.

          ❛ prince noctis— ❜ the woman starts, his name punctuated by a breathy exhale that sends a white puff into the night air. it was becoming harder and harder for her to breathe, exhaustion turning each breath ragged. but she could not leave him to fight on his own. her life meant little.

          ❛ allow me to assist you. I’m not done yet. ❜

          her grip tightens around the hilt of the zanbato. suddenly, it felt as if choosing such a weighty weapon to wield was a mistake on her part. still, it was all she had. her rapier would splinter against this beast’s ‘ skin ’. it was all she had to help him.

          a daemon wasn’t something anyone was meant to fight on their own.

    ——— It was then that he turned to look at her; beaten and battered, donned in scrapes and bruising sores. the sun had left for rest, leaving light up to the moon’s guidance and the flames that engulfed the blade of the giant before them. the heat of fire was different than the singe of campfire. it left no prickles of mesquite, the crackles of cinders, no waves of warmth embracing their cold skin in a comfort that can only be found in the comity of camp — just pure, raging swelter akin to boiling animosity that roared ferociously with each lugged swing.

noctis was hesitant, but knew that there was a much bigger problem to face.

` if y’say so. ’  a cocky grin flashed the beast. with night welcoming the rise of daemons, there held no benefit in greeting them all with his blade. as long as he got rid of this one problem before more spawned his way, there should be plenty of leeway to escape scot-free  ` after this, let’s get out of here! ’

[gigglincactus]

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                                                                — ✧ ﹤ @sephircth. ﹥

     ——— ` Tch, no luck. we’re better off tryin’ somethin’ else. ’

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                                                                — ✧ ﹤ @islelight. ﹥

      ——— ` Y’think they’re worried about you?  ’

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                                                                 — ✧ ﹤ @divinarcsa. ﹥

       ——— ` It’s. . no problem.  ’

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starter call ! capping at 5.

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I love the moon!!!! she follows me everywhere to make sure I’m safe

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𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐨‌.

❝ Er, yeah ? ❞

Was it really that big of a surprise that he had a motorcycle ? The way Noctis had reacted, you’d think he said he could fly ! Rubbing the back of his neck, his blue gaze would drift off to the side. Tapping a dirtied boot on the ground, he thought that maybe it was surprising he had a motorcycle. He was covered in dirt and mud, like usual. Glancing back at the prince, he would offer him an uncertain smile.

❝ You… Wanna see it ? ❞

        ——— ` Cheh, hell yeah, i do! ’  a light gleamed in his eyes. wasn’t often that his heart spoke through his mouth so easily, slipping through his barriers and revealing the mirth teeming in his chest. he wasn’t as jumpy, nor excitable as some. all those feelings fluttered in him rapidly with the beats of his nerves; like a ticking time bomb, like a child.  ` what’s a chocobo farmer like you doin’ with a hot ride, anyhow? ’   he’s simmering down by running his mouth lest he burst,  ` chocobo’s not fast enough for ya? heuh, i hear that. nothin’ like goin’ off the beaten roads with not a care in the world and the wind going through your hair — ’  better stop him before it’s too late.

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𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐜𝐮𝐫‌.

                ❝  i’d say i’ve got it covered – but any assistance with these things would be great.  ❞

       ——— ` Say no more! ’   something was pleasurable about thwarting these little goons with the slick cut of his blade. gave him the same satisfaction succeeding in a round of whack-a-mole.  ` feh, think i can bash more heads in than you? ’

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𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐞.‌

  eyes widen, the span of the ocean encased between her lashes. surprise lifts her brows & gaze lingers for a moment  .  .  .  something within her mind attempts connection & recognition clicks itself together like the last piece of a jigsaw. prince noctis. of lucis. of course  .  .  .  she takes a step frontward, lips parted slightly & breathes in the salt - tainted air. it’s not nervousness that encases her, no, rather, the feeling of incompetence that comes with even a simple request of a stranger –  that’s what might strangle her vocals. she’s not there yet. words are still a journey untraveled, but she supposes somewhere may only lead nowhere without the first draw of breath.

                                                ❝   you’re  .  .  .  prince noctis, aren’t you ?   ❞  

hair is tucked beneath her ear & hands fold behind her back.

        ——— The salt in the air is pungent on his tongue and the humidity wore his clothes slick against him. he could feel the heat of his hair flat on his head absorbing the sunlight. 

                     altissia, city of the sea, glistening like a gem among the waves.

the further he walked the more the town danced on his senses. wafts of baked bread, the sharp aroma of freshly caught fish, wisps of passerby’s cologne and perfume intermingling with the nature that enveloped the breeze. the humidity wore like a blanket of warmth, and the sprightliness of the city was crystal. it was easy to get deterred within the bumptious havoc. 

a lot of mutters and hushed sounds bubbled near his ears; from merchants promoting their goods, gossips murmuring, and he could have sworn a sound or two spoke his name. one particularly stood out, and he looked down at her as to process what she said. he breathes in.

` yeah, s’pose. ’  this type of attention was never something he could really like. though, from such a young girl, he can’t be as bothered.  ` y’caught me. ’

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐬.‌

          “she’s great.” percy kneels to scratch a grey kitten behind the ears. she’s purring like the motor of a small boat, and he laughs as he looks up. “do you know her name?” 

  ——— He fights a battle between standing there — looking down with a palm perched on his hip, nonchalant and incurious ; and kneeling down  — succumbing to the impulses of his twitchy fingers. it took one shrilled meow for him to give in to the latter, forefinger scratching underneath her chin. his eyes don’t raise to meet percy’s. 

he sounds mildly let down when he talks.   ` nope. don’t think she has one. ’