SAVIOR KING.

𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒍

[hamletsboy-a]

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[hamletsboy-a]

i remade.

[hamletsboy-a]

i remade.

[hamletsboy-a]

i remade.

[hamletsboy-a]

i remade.

[hamletsboy-a]

i remade.

[hamletsboy-a]

this website is not sparking joy.

[hamletsboy-a]

going to try n set up a queue so my blog isn’t just sitting here gathering DUST 😭

[hamletsboy-a]

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋. like this post & i will send you 1 - 3 memes from your prompts tag between now & tomorrow. there's a good chance i can turn them into a thread when i'm feeling better, so don't worry about prior interactions unless it's in your rules.

[hamletsboy-a]

my only blogs right now are noct, cloud & my multi.

[mythshire]

⋆ · 𖤓 · ⋆ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ··· a collection of soup gone cold and blankets shared, the intimacy of being cared for when you are at your worst. genre: romance, hurt and comfort, soft angst, domestic.

You're burning up. Don't argue with me. Get back in bed.

I made soup. It's not great. Eat it anyway.

You should have called me the moment you started feeling like this.

Stop trying to get up. There is nothing on this earth that needs you upright right now.

I found three blankets and a hot water bottle. Pick your combination.

You look terrible. I mean that with so much love.

Let me take your temperature. Stop being difficult about the thermometer.

I cancelled everything. Don't apologize. I wanted to be here.

You fell asleep mid-sentence. I stayed anyway. I hope that's okay.

Drink the tea. Yes, all of it. I'll make more.

I've been checking on you every hour. You keep telling me to go home. I keep not going.

Your voice sounds awful. Rest it. We can talk tomorrow.

I'm not going anywhere. Stop thanking me for staying.

You hate being taken care of. I know. Do it for me anyway.

The fever broke. I don't think you know how relieved I am right now.

Sleep. I'll be right here. I'll wake you up if anything changes.

I brought your favourite thing from the place on the corner. Don't cry. Please don't cry.

You're a terrible patient and somehow I still want to be the one doing this.

I know you think you're being a burden. You are not a burden.

Let me sit with you. I don't need to talk. I just don't want you to be alone.

You tried to make your own tea and you could barely stand up. Sit down. I've got it.

I've seen you strong. This doesn't make you weak. It just makes you human.

You smell like fever and you still somehow look like everything to me.

Lay your head here. Right here. I've got nowhere I need to be.

I brought every movie you've ever mentioned. We have time.

You're mumbling in your sleep. I'm not going to tell you what you said.

I changed the sheets while you were in the shower. Don't make it weird.

You need to eat something real. I know you don't want to. Eat something real.

I've been sitting in this chair for four hours. I'd do it four more.

Stop apologizing for being sick. People get sick. Let me help you.

Your hands are cold. Give them here. I'll warm them up.

I found the medicine in the back of the cabinet. Take it. All of it. Don't negotiate.

You're not inconveniencing me. Taking care of you is exactly where I want to be.

I didn't know you got like this when you were sick. Softer. I like knowing this about you.

You asked for me. Out of everyone, you asked for me. I haven't stopped thinking about that.

The heating pad is on the lowest setting. Tell me if you need it warmer.

I'm not leaving until your temperature is normal. Make your peace with that.

You cried a little when the soup was too hot to eat yet. I pretended not to notice.

I've never seen you let anyone take care of you before. I'm honoured. I mean that.

Your hair is a mess. Can I? Is that okay? Let me just — there.

You keep saying you're fine every time I check and you are so obviously not fine.

This is the third night in a row. I'm not going anywhere. Stop looking at me like that.

You're delirious and still trying to be funny. It's working. Please stop, I'm worried about you.

I learned how to make your mother's recipe. It took three attempts. Don't tell her.

There's nowhere I'd rather be than right here, even like this. Especially like this.

You always take care of everyone else. Just this once, let someone take care of you.

I left the light on in the hall in case you woke up scared. I remember you mentioned that once.

I'm here. I've got you. Just rest. Everything else can wait.

[hamletsboy-a]

thinking about noctis & his role as the groom of death, where no amount of posturing or attempting to save him can result in anything other than his inevitable sacrifice to bahamut in order to save the world from the darkness spreading from the starscourge. where, no matter how you look at him — friend, foe, lover, son, father — there is absolutely & genuinely nothing that can be done to prolong his physical existence in the mortal realm, no temporary salvation that gives him another ten years, no treatments or cures to rid of him that final malady. looking at him, you experience a sense of gestaltzerfall  —  the face that he wears is no longer his face, his body / height / weight become a shapeless void; whatever or whoever you think you saw is ... a mosaic made from memory. even in some alternate reality where noctis does receive an extension of life, the crystal will consume him like it has consumed every king of lucis. if you do see something in him, it's only pareidolia as a comfort showing you the word is death, the word is without light, the word is absolution.

[hamletsboy-a]

🥕

puts it ... in his mouth ... all the way?

[endaether]

❛ I would have gone with you to the end ... ❜

[hamletsboy-a]

— … ' i'm sorry. i'm sorry i have to go & you can't follow. '

[rosewiltd]

she could have made this a lot more difficult. she could have put up more of a fight, let brattiness seep in and withhold what he wants — but that has never been corinne's style. too honey-sweet and equally yearning in a way that is hard to put into words. she takes pride in seeing these glimpses of vulnerability in him. beneath the raw fucking and the hedonistic, ritualistic candour with which he takes her ( in the library, in his bed, in his car ) again and again, there's something more. something real. more real than what the public sees. for all his good manners and for all his sweetness, he is also impetuous, impatient, needy for more than superficial, surface-level conversation. corinne counts her blessings she can be part of what brings out the realest version of him.

noctis speaks against her hair, words of encouragement that do little to quiet the desire and everything to make her heart-dizzy and lovelorn and compliant; eager little thing to please, grinding back against him when he finds her clit. she's wet and wanting and sighing against the spines of shelf-lined books. their archaic pages will keep her counsel and forgive her when her voice pitches high with a whine sounding not so subtly like the prince's name. ❝ w-want you— ❞

[hamletsboy-a]

NOCTIS RELENTS, ACQUIESCES ON HIS BEST I'M A GOOD BOY BEHAVIOR — PRETTY BLUE EYES WIDE & SWEET - WET, LOVER BOY - ISMS BLOOMING IN THE CENTER OF HIS CHEST BECAUSE HE FRETS THAT IF HE ISN'T THE MOST LOVING TO HAVE EVER EXISTED, CORINNE WILL GET BORED & FIND SOMEONE ELSE. which is, decidedly, the complete opposite of what he would like to do since his current plans consist of raw - fucking, eat something delicious that isn't her rosewater cunt & then maybe convincing her to come back to his apartment for one last romp before he goes to bed because he does have an annoyingly early university class in the morning. not the point — but he's trying to distract himself, tease her a bit more, resist the wetness of her pussy as he frets, heart - shaped circles against her clit as he tries to do it all & free himself of the restraints of his clothes at the same time.

' okay, okay. ' relinquished & murmured sharply, nervous giggles erupting — adorable scrunch of his nose hidden. punch - drunk arousal making everything move in slow motion, still stroking her pretty pussy, hot open - mouthed kisses pressed into her shoulder while he manipulates her forward all while frotting, getting himself off without getting off because he wants nothing more than to fit nice & snug in her irresistible cunt. ' i've got you, corinne, you can let go. you're so fucking incredible. '

[doomherald]

so must the king sacrifice himself for all

[doomherald]

better off