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[myprincero]

protect the monster

[incorrecttowerofgodquotes]

How Season 3 Upped Tower of God’s Queer Undertones; or why Khun is definitely gay

KhunBam shipping is wide spread in the fandom. The amount of shipping ramped up due to the release of the anime, but it’s always been a long standing and popular ship, even compared to half-canon Bam pairings like Endorsi, Yuri, and Ehwa.

First off, is the direct connection of Bam and Khun’s relationship to Roen and Daniel’s, and Dowon and Cha’s, both canonically romantic ships. And looking at the three relationships, there’s a common theme of one side losing the other.

Daniel lost Roen due to White, and spent the next 600 hundred years searching for ways to bring her back. Cha lost Dowon when she was sealed away inside the wall, and Cha went on a rampage against Jahad’s forces before being sealed himself. Meanwhile, both Khun and Bam have experienced the same loss.

After believing Bam died on the Floor of Tests, Khun sought revenge for 7 whole years despite only knowing Bam for a few months. And when Khun enters a coma, Bam is so enraged that he immediately cuts off and threatens Rachel, who he had previously been decently cordial to. Bam also ends up changing his appearance in a way that is reminiscent of Khun’s.

During Season 3, a lot of focus is placed Khun’s relationship with Bam. Multiple characters call him out for being overprotective of him, and Khun’s very first words when waking up from his two-year coma were “Where am I? Where’s Bam?”

During the Wall of Peaceful of Coexistence, Khun and Bam end up exchanging some dialogue that could be taken as flirting when facing down a Ranker. (Which Rak directly calls out at flirting in the original Korean text)

Khun even winks to Bam in a playful manner, which wouldn’t mean much of anything if it was Endorsi or Yuri, but considering’s Khun’s personality, it’s pretty weird that he did so.

There’s also the very infamous hug scene between the two. Of course, since I’m not a straight man, I don’t have complete authority over whether this is a normal hug or not. (If anything I think men should be more intimate and open with each other than society says they should.) However the panel composition focuses on Khun tenderly patting his head while Bam somewhat snuggles into his chest. The scene feels very intimate, like the two are separated in their own world. It’s only after we get the scene break with White looking on (and licking his lips) that the viewer remembers that the two are in the middle of what was just a battlefield seconds ago.

However, this is where we’ll have to get to the darker parts of this relationship. Strictly speaking, Khun’s over dependence on Bam.

We got hints of this in Season 2, specifically in the conversation between Khun and Evan on the Hell Train. Khun states that Bam is his reason for continuing on. This connects to his talk with Rak in Season 1 where he stated that the reason why he’s going up the tower is in order to find his purpose, which he then receives from Bam’s reliance on him to help Rachel go up the tower.

Khun strikes me as a codependent person even though he tries to hide it. Bam is so important to him that he’ll intentionally put himself in harms way or follow Bam’s orders even if he doesn’t agree. While this was okay in the first two seasons, Khun’s obsession has started to taint the relationship. He directly helped White gain his power back without talking to Bam about it and lied about Arkraptor and Prince’s fates in order to keep Bam moving (but then again we don’t know what Wangnan said to him so he might have just gotten the wrong info.)

These actions seem to stem from Khun’s anxieties that Bam will eventually leave him one day. He even states he feels guilty leaving Bam alone for the two years he was in a coma despite the fact that the entire situation wasn’t his fault. While Khun shared some of these thoughts with Bam on the Hell Train, he hasn’t actually talked about it with Bam, leading to buildup of these feelings on inadequacy. It’s only a matter of time before he eventually fucks up majorly.

In a way, Khun and Bam’s relationship sorta mirrors Yasratcha and Wangwang’s. Both Wangwang and Bam have a special power and the ability to stand against the abusive powers that reign over them. Meanwhile Khun and Yasratcha just want to live a normal life with their loved one and will do anything to keep it that way.

Hopefully Khun will receive a wake up call before things get too bad, and he and Bam can have a proper conversation about each other’s wants and needs.

As of right now, Season 3 has ended with the two separated and dealing with different, but also similar, issues. Bam is being forced to marry a woman without either of their consent by Traumerei, who seeks to add him to his collection. Khun is being kept as a pet “cat” by Bellerir because of his looks, with specific mention of selling him out to rich men and women.

There’s a clear link between Bam and Khun’s situations, explicitly in a way that takes away their autonomy for a “romantic” purpose. I expect the two’s storylines to follow a similar path before eventually converging. And if SIU does want to make KhunBam canon, then the end of that arc would be the perfect place to do it (or even just have them realize their feelings I’m not asking for much.)

Also separate thing but Season 3’s overarching theme seems to be about abused groups fighting back against their oppressors, which is pretty gay.

Now for the non-KhunBam gay:

Yasratcha’s entire story is about the ultimate destruction of his relationship with Wangwang, leaving him bitter and spiteful due to his crush’s death but also attempting to protect his son’s. Yasratcha and Wangwang’s meeting as regulars is an alternate version of the “turn the corner and bump into your soulmate” that’s utilized (and parodied) in so many anime. Yasratcha enjoys his time with Wangwang so much that he makes his entire purpose to be with him. (And he says it in a very romantically charged way)

When Wangwang encounters Nennen, Yasratcha comments that Wangwang’s heart was stolen and that he was jealous of her ability to do so. He strikes up a somewhat antagonistic relationship with Nennen, continuously needling her and being weirdly interested in their sex life.

This eventually culminates in Yasratcha’s “betrayal” all so Wangwang can break free from his master and become reliant on Yasratcha again. When Wangwang is begging for Yasratcha to kill him, Yasratcha can’t bring himself to. Finally he enters a suicidal battle against the rest of the canine people hoping to eradicate them while also hoping to die himself, because he feels like he can’t live on without Wangwang.

White is another queer-coded character with his obsession of “corrupting” Bam and his daddy issues.

Finally there’s Traumerei. Even though we don’t know much, due to the large jacket, his comments on love, and “relationship” with Wangwang, we can assume he had a close relationship either V or Jahad. He may be an intentional foil to Yasratcha, losing his “friend” because of their interest in a woman.

Also even though it isn’t Season 3 content, Wangnan and Shibisu carry heavy bisexual energy with their casual flirting with Nia and Khun respectively.

TLDR: Tower of God is plagued with queer-coded twinks who have trouble forming healthy relationships and get too easily obsessed with talented men. They also all have abandonment issues

[smartzelda]

For the Shipping bingo card:

Sigurd/Riddle

Mikamatsu

Ienzo/Sephiroth

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

You manufacture situations in which I can talk I love you

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Sigurd/Riddle

An actual bingo for once??? Their POWER

So uh if you haven't read Undertaker Riddle yet and you don't want to be spoiled I heavily suggest you look away because there's no way to talk about them without spoilers

Anyways BY GOD

You wanna talk King and his knight? Try king and his most loyal secretary

French revolution came to town and on his way to hell Sigurd stopped his soul and was like "I see myself in you (affectionate derogatory)" and then gave Riddle his current name. Very "If you have nothing to live for then live for me" this whole situation kinda is for them

But oh god the DRAMA

Sigurd has been King for so long that he doesn't believe things can get better and that the human world just keeps going downhill, so because of his unique position of being so detached from so long he decides that the only way to fix everything is to shake things up

To which "shake things up" means use his power to swap the positions of the real world and hell

And so Riddle has past decided he'd do anything for him, HOWEVER

Sigurd instructs Riddle in the event that he fails, Riddle is to be the one to kill him so he can make sure his soul reincarnates so that Sigurd can have another chance. And YEAH Riddle does it! But by god does he have tangible feelings about it! All of the other undertakers who knew him at this time describe it as if Riddle was never really the same after that

Heck Riddle was so broken up after that that Roen ended up curating a seemingly onesided love where he wished to live domestically with Riddle and make him happy so he'd never look so sad again

Riddle is so devoted to Sigurd's plan that he plays the long game, and orchestrates practically everything, so he can tear Sigurd out of Hayato and see him again

And that whole event is a BUNDLE of devotion and betrayal and angst holy christ

Do you ever spend centuries following the person you care about most, even after they're dead, and everything goes perfectly except by the time you see him again you've also fallen for his reincarnation and his reincarnation's humanity so you have to be the one to end your beloved once more but you also betray your other beloved in the process because you feel as if you should be eternally punished?

God damn, Riddle

Anyways they're married they're divorced they're married again they're having sexual intimacy in secret they're best pals they're soulmates they have tension they have an unexplained scene in front of a mirror where they're hugging🙂

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Ooooh haha Mikamatsu I never get to talk about them

Two in a row?? CRAZY

Okay I bet you're wondering how a certified rarepair could get so many squares

Well, let's begin with where this ship began for me

Anyone who knows me knows I used to end up with a lot of ships that center around the same person, but wouldn't include the third ship in what would make it a triangle (for example, like liking xxc x sl and xxc x xy, but not xy x xxc). Now, however I tend to be more open to that "secret third ship".

All this to say that I sorta entertained the idea when I was already shipping mikalight and matsulight

But anyways. One day I got to thinking about the death note ending (be aware that I wasn't aware at the time that the manga ending was different)

Or, more specifically, an au in which Mikami lived after yellow box (which I am aware now is canon). I had seen the manga panels of how Matsuda felt about Light after all this, so I thought about them both having feelings about Light.

And that created an angsty Mikamatsu au where Matsuda visits Mikami in prison to learn about what he knew about Light at first, so both of them learn about parts of Light they didn’t know through each other, bond over his death, kiss and yeah

That was the gateway, and now they're everything to me

They're perfect for angst, aus where they were roommates during the events in canon or met at the gym. They're perfect for child raising aus and bonding over the same guy

And yes, they would get sexually intimate with the same guy (Light) in my head

Everything I enjoy about them is made up but oh the what ifs oh the possibilities. Throwing Matsuda’s sweetness and Mikami’s devotion into everything

Also if you haven't already or I convinced you...read these fics

This one is Xion's. It's a fairy-tale au and I adore it:

And this one is just ah so so sweet man I love it:

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And now for the one no one expected!

Ienzo/Xexion x Sephiroth

So you all might be sitting here wondering

Why

Why them? An utter crackship

Well, some of you are aware of a funky au I have that has leagues of lore and worldbuilding and only two fics, the most self indulgent au in my catalog.

That au, is the Twilight Prince au.

What I have learned through fandom is that if you make the situation in which the characters interact, you can make up almost any ship that no one would have thought up otherwise, and you can make it believable by giving them a dynamic.

So, in the business of maybe getting some of you to understand the why, I will explain a bit of the au that no one but my beloved best friend knows about

Now, the aus "Twilight Prince" in question, is Riku from Kingdom Hearts. I had to think up family structures for characters in this au, and so because I love dumb things like this, Xion and I came up with the idea of having the other Rikus as Riku's siblings, and Sephiroth as the current King of the Twilight.

So, yes. One of those "Sephiroth is Riku's dad" aus😂

The next family structure I had to think up was Kairi's. You see, Kairi kingdom hearts is the current young adult queen of Hyrule. She's trying to facilitate peace between Hyrule and the realm of twilight. In the renga fic for the au, I made references to their being war and tensions, so of course I had to figure out how that all came about.

Thus I decided that Ansem the Wise would be Kairi's grandfather, because I decided that, well, he would be my choice for making tensions and the war worse. Through this, I put some structure into the castle staff. Even is head royal scientist and has a secret but not so secret thing going on with Ansem tw. Kairi needed parents. Ienzo is practically the Ansem tw/Even adopted child in kh canon. Ansem tw practically pays high status women to sleep with him until he can produce an heir (Ienzo).

So, long story short. Kairi is Ienzo's test tube baby, Ansem tw is super controlling during Ienzo's short reign as King. Ienzo doesn't really love being King anyways and feels trapped. When Kairi comes of age and is decently prepared he fakes his death and passes the Kingdom on to her (she is aware of this btw)

And so, King Ienzo rebrands himself as Zexion, royal scientist (after splitting for a while and learning more before ending up working his way up through the castle of course).

Now, keep in mind. The people don't know he's the same guy. To most of the people, Zexion isn't incredibly well known. The castle family structure? They're aware by now, but they can't do anything about it. So, they allow Zexion to go on trips to the Twilight Realm on Royal business (or basically, Twili King Sephiroth and Queen Kairi both allow the other to handpick people to send across borders under supervision, and Zexion is there for scientific reasons).

Now, Sephiroth isn't stupid either. He knows Zexion is the presumed dead King Ienzo.

And pretty much what happens is they sorta end up in this will they won’t they relationship where they're passive aggressive to each other but also Sephiroth invites Ienzo to what's practically a private Twili spa and yeah tensions go up and things just...begin for them. Sephiroth is a bit hopelessly attracted, Ienzo is definitely ace and arospec

I love them

[ur-fav-bpd]

syo kurusu from uta no prince sama, yuma mukami from diabolik lovers, and roen from dance with devils all have bpd methinks

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[planetstarclaw]

Title: HONOR ON THE FIELD Author: @awesomenell65 Pairing: Michael/Nikita Rating: PG-13 Length: 39,000 words Content Notes: Historical AU Author Links: AUTHOR AT THE SPLIT PERSONALITY | AUTHOR AT AO3 Summary: Nikita is the illegitimate daughter of a minor English baron. While her father hosted members of the seasonal jousting tournament she catches the eye of Michel, the Duke of Roen. Despite their attraction, she is not content to be a mistress and bear her own illegitimate children, Nikita has her eye on true marriage and with it legitimacy; Historical AU

Why this must be read: One of the gifts of this story is the richness of its world building. Viewing it through a modern lens, the rules are archaic and at times cruel. To see Nikita dream of a better life and to then have circumstances threaten to take it all away makes you angry on her behalf. Roen is such a tantalizing prospect for her. No one would fault her if she went down that path. Instead, Nikita uses her head rather than her heart and that's such an admirable trait. You never get the impression that she's settling. It's all going according to plan, her plan. Despite everything against her, Nikita is as strong as ever. I love the way she is written. And what can be said about Roen, Samuelle is oh so good. An honorable man with honorable intensions. He respects and admires Nikita and given the setting of the story, that is a rare trait in a man. This story is wonderful and should be savored. The desire in the characters is palpable and yet the author shows so much time appropriate restraint. The writing depicts so much yearning that it leaps off the digital page. The world of LFN fanfiction has plenty of unfinished WIP. This is not one of them, but here we are more than fifteen years after it was written and I'm wishing that another visit to this world existed

Excerpt:

Ironically enough, his rising sympathy made it that much harder to remember his chivalrous intention to do nothing to jeopardize her reputation. Not only could he not stop watching her, at least twice during dinner he wasn't quick enough at looking away to avoid eye contact. Meeting her gaze full on, he lost himself in her eyes, discovering in them a multitude of hues, each new shade a revelation on the special beauty of blue. He saw that her countenance was full of humor and intelligence, of self-confidence, and, with a faint twinge of guilt, he also noted apprehension, curiosity, and, he was certain, an echo of the desire he knew was growing in him with every passing breath. The first time he managed to jerk his gaze away, the second, he was recalled to himself only by the solid weight of Prince Edward's boot heel grinding into his foot. 

When the duke suddenly scowled and dropped his eyes, Nikita felt oddly breathless, as though she had been pulling hard on a string, only to have it snap off unexpectedly in her hands. Still reeling from the impact of his gaze, which she had felt all the way to her belly and lower still, and the sudden hollow emptiness inside from the loss of it, she could feel her pulse pounding and worried her cheeks must be flushed. She started to raise her hands to her face to cool her skin, but realized with a stab of angry embarrassment that such a gesture would only call more attention to her stupidity in allowing herself to become aware of, and worse, respond to Rouen's interest in her. 

Damn him, she thought! What right did he have to be so obvious about his interest in her? Just because she was a bastard did not mean that she should have to put up with any more ill-mannered, dishonorable treatment in her own father's house than she already received, even from the current jousting champion himself. He was supposed to be a knight after all, schooled in courtly chivalric behavior and dedicated to the ideal of preserving the honor and purity of all women not that she wasn't fully aware that this last was honored, pretty much, only in the breach still, as a Duke and a champion, he should do better. He should not, had no right to, make her an object of further contempt by his open admiration. 

Link: HONOR ON THE FIELD BY NELL (PARTS 1-13) BY NELL, HONOR ON THE FIELD BY NELL (PARTS 14-25)

[alienahellsparkle]

part 2 of my favorite characters, lol..

first and second row, from left to right: Jack, Shiki, Roen (from Dance with Devils).

second row, from left to right: Kokkuri, Inugami, Kohina (from Gugure! Kokkuri - San).

tried row, from left to right: Ittoki, Tomochika, Cecil (from Uta no Prince-sama: Maji Love 1000%).

first and second row, from left to right: Soushi, Karuta (from  Inu x Boku SS), Hisomu (from Kiznaiver).

second row, from left to right: Niko (from Kiznaiver), Ushii, Tora (from Juuni Taisen)

third row, from left to right: Nivatori (from Juuni Taisen), Kai, Licht (from  Oushitsu Kyoushi Heine).

[hiddeneosbymrsflowerpot]

Prompto Argentum.  The prince’s best friend, sunshine boy and group photographer. His outfit is probably the most elaborate of the group.  His sleeves denim jacket has adorned with patches, including one that says, “It’s a beautiful day not watch some bastard mess it up” or “fuck it up” if you installed the 4K resolution pack on Windows Edition. The jacket has red plaid tails with frayed hems in two different fabrics and the back has a large skull print and patches that say “Dead or Alive” and “Silent Scream”.  The black painted brass buttons are distressed and have skull and cross bones but even though the outfit was designed by Roen they don’t have the word Roen on them.   Prompto wears a white belt with a buckle shaped like a cracked skull and bones.  He wears a chain on his right hip with a silver skull that’s only properly visible in the jacketless version of the outfit.  His biker boots with white tops have dirty heels and the familiar red soles.   Black leather gloves and black studded wristbands complete his outfit.  The wrist bands on his right arm cover his barcode but did you know Gladio isn’t the only tattooed member of the group?  If you use the 4K resolution pack and casual outfit you can see Prompto has two small tattoos on his left wrist.  A band of barbed wire and a small compass star. All images copyright Square Enix Co Ltd.

[crying-on-the-outside]

Any other ships you like besides khunbam? Also, what made you ship khunbam? (hi cassie💙)

(hi riku 💙)

I’d say Evanksung and Ehwangnan are probably my favorites besides Khunbam. I also enjoy Xia Lulu/Canhong, Ran/Anaak, Prince/Miseng, Horyang/Goseng, and Hatzdorsi. There’s very few ships I don’t actually like.

As for why I ship Khunbam, there’s a lot of reasons. A lot. I’d say the main one is the fact that Khun treats Bam like a human being and never wants anything from him. Pretty much every other character in ToG has tried to use Bam or wants something from him. Khun has never been like that and is one of the few that actively fights back against it. He’s always been there to ground him and tell him it’s okay to do what *he* wants, not what others want. (this reason is also why name hunt station is my favorite arc.) Plus, they’ve literally been compared to a canon couple (Daniel/Roen). Khun said he’d make a deal with the devil to bring Bam back, just like Daniel. And *none* of us will ever forget Khun’s iconic “the end of the world will come if Bam isn’t here” speech. Because its gay as fuck. There’s just so much good fuel there. I will go down with Khunbam.

[yee-your-last-haw]

Roles your zodiac signs has played in Reverse Harems.  ARIES ver. ♈

● A Sadistic and egoistic vampire (Ayato Sakamaki) Dialovers

● A Creepy vampire who loves sweets (Kanato Sakamaki) Dialovers

● A Narcissist and hard working Actor ( Zen/Ryun hyun ) Mystic messenger

● A Spoiled and cute Dragon warrior  (Kija) yona of the dawn

● An Idol who is a ray of sunshine (ittoki otoya ) utapuri

●A Yandere childhood friend (Toma) Amnesia 

●A lovable idiot and generous host (tamaki suoh) OHSHC

●A loyal and cunning Demon dog (Roen ) Dance with the devils

A Cold and dorky head of Intelligence Division (Arcana famiglia)

A teacher with prince-like charisma and amazing confectionary skills (Mitsuki Aoi) Bonjour sweet love patisserie

A cocky student council president and the human form of the aries zodiac sign ! (Kazuki Shiranui) Starry sky.

● Another ray of sunshine and a greek myhological figure (Apollon agana belea ) Kamigami no Asobi

(Stay tuned for all 12 zodiac signs !)

[beauvoyr]

Lazy People’s Club for the Sleepy and Tired | 20

decaying | 20 Pairings: Noctis/Reader Genre: Friendship/Romance/Friends-to-Lovers Tags: Fluff, Humor, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Abuse, Torture, asphyxiation, no beta we die like men, pre-Omen trailer route, pre-demon Noctis Chapter Rating: T+ Crossposted on: ao3 Summary: Rules to join the Lazy People’s Club for the Sleepy and Tired: 1) One must love sleep. Sleep is love. Sleep is life. 2) One must be tired. Physically or emotionally, both are acceptable. 3) One must love video games. Halfhearted interest in video games will result in immediate termination of membership. Fortunately, Noctis falls into all three categories. CHAPTER SUMMARY: Noctis sidesteps a scruffy man in chic boho ensemble of scarves and fedora, stopping across glassy automated doors dinging with every customer it receives. “We’re here.”

YOU WEAR SUNLIGHT IN THE MOST RADIANT way. It dusts you in a gossamer glow; sunlight dripping off your body, glistening, luscious enough for anyone to lick the sunny sweetness from your skin. A guilty part of him liked you against a backdrop of black with stars clustering your hair and sleep-heavy eyes lidding low, but he has a newfound appreciation for the way the sun sheathes your skin in subtle extravagance, colouring you in ways artificial lighting couldn’t.

Pocketing his hands, Noctis observes how you underwent the same transformation he’s seen time and time again.

You dash up the Crystal Promenade, crossing crowded roads and marvelling at the magnificent stained glass streets sprawled under your sandals. The breeze picks up, sheer lace bouncing off your thighs, and cooing doves scatter into flight. You dart through pockets of space between the crowd, examine silvery timepieces displayed in Chopard, perking up at the street performers orchestrating a waltz with a cello, a violin, and an Electone. Prompto’s habit must’ve rubbed off on you, for you snapped a picture of some jolly bystanders waltzing along to the sentimental tune, and then a few more of the merry musicians tapping their feet in tandem.

“It’s Je Te Veux,” you tell him once he reaches your side, bright eyes all eager.

He’s never heard of that one before, but he can count on you and your endless database of classical music ingrained in that knotty head of yours. He makes a toneless sort of hum, realises it couldn’t be heard over the vibrato, and tries again. “What’s that?”

“Satie composed it.” You palm your phone to your chest, eyes trained on the graceful glide of the dancers having a good time with one another. The brilliance of your smile seems to fade for a second and Noctis wonders what’s up—that is until you seem intent on avoiding his eyes. “It means I want you.”

Oh. Oh.

There are no cymbals in the waltz, but Noctis is sure his heart is beating to the sound of a toy monkey clanging brass cymbals together. Jarringly loud in his ears, all clang clang clang like some annoying alarm in that morning Marlboro cartoon show. The sunny warmth is starting to get to him, reaching his ears, and he fights the awkward urge to have a stiff, long walk through Insomnia just to get away from the teasing lilt of the violin.

All Noctis does is to rub his nape in faux indifference. He too avoids your eyes.

“Hmm. I see.”

THE SHOP HE’S LOOKING FOR is housed in the upscale part of the city, all cobblestones fanned in russet reds, blossoming shrubs edging the walkways, iron scrollwork fencing the pavements. Prompto’s always skittish on the rare occasions when Ignis drags them here, needing to complete a grocery errand or two. Either one of the buttons on Noctis’ jacket had vanished and only DKNY carried specific silver buttons with monogrammed engravings, or he needed to replace one of his scandalous-looking shirt garters—the ones that fit around the curve of his thigh like some contraption for the kinky. Noctis isn’t judging, but he has his own suspicions about Ignis because who doesn’t?

Whatever, he’d rather not think about it now. He’d very much like to concentrate on how you’ve gone ahead with locating what he needed, pointing at a sun-bleached signboard hanging overhead.

“Is this the correct store?” You crane your neck to decipher the neon-lit swirls scrawled on the board juxtaposing deep stonewalls. “Vivienne Westwood?”

He comes to a stop before the broad, polished glass popping out on the sidewalk. “Yep, that’s the one.” Reflected, you and him: A vision in white and shrouded in black, your head tipped aside, him toeing the pavement. A wireframe mannequin models an assemblage of scarf, skirt, and matching heels, not that he knows anything about fashion. It’s just that he enjoyed watching your animated reflection scrutinising tortoiseshell sunnies perched on its head, hand on your chin. A corner of his lips slants upwards at the sight. “Most of us have our stuffs personally tailored, so, yeah. Either from Vivienne Westwood or Roen.”

You tiptoe a little to get a closer look at another pair of paisley sunglasses hanging by a string. “Kinda like personal tailors? Since you guys have fashion labels working for the royal family?”

“Something like that.” He shrugs. “Why?”

“‘cause I noticed your boots have those pretty red soles,” you say matter-of-factly, pointing downwards to what seems to be his boots. Noctis gets that awkward feeling again, like some inside joke just went over his head. What does that have to do with anything when he’s out here with you? You’re not going to make him take off his shoes again, are you? Just to examine his toes, like some bizarre déjà vu of his first meeting with you? Thankfully, you seem to pick up on his confusion since you've gone ahead tilting your head with a smile. "Christian Louboutin, right?"

Yeah, he has no experience to go through this conversation. That’s up Ignis’ alley, not his. But he might have heard the name bounced back and forth during personal fitting sessions, might have something to do with a Loubouwhatever measuring his feet with tape. Safe to say, Noctis is just going to play along. “Uh—yeah. Personalized everything. Head to toe.” He pauses at your knowing nod, growing suspicious. As much as he’s flattered—and a tad bit pleased—that you always keep your eyes on him enough to notice the finer points to his clothes, red soles are incredibly specific knowledge only privy to those with a keen interest in fashion. Finding no harm in prying, he nudges you in the side. “…didn’t think you’re the type to like fashion.”

You sidle up to him, hands quick to return his jab with one of your own. “Not me, no. Byron’s a huge fashion nerd who keeps his Pinterest board full of fashion brands, that’s all.” Noctis huffs at your predictable action, swatting you aside. He’s way too used to your antics by now—not that he knows if it’s a good thing or not. Thwarted, you backpedalled, keeping your hands to yourself. “He’s always buzzing about new fashion trends or whatever’s hot in the market, and he has this huge stash of fashion magazines in his room, making scrapbooks out of the bits he liked. It’s also kinda creepy since he idolises Claire Farron enough to have her posters on his walls. After a while, you just pick up about stuffs like that when he’s around 24/7.”

That’s some unnecessary insight on the guy who continuously pisses him off at every waking moment of his life, but Noctis isn’t about to say that to your face, not when said guy is your childhood butler who took whippings in your stead. If Gladio likened him to an older, pissier version of Ignis, the truth might not be far off. Grunting, Noctis nudges the door open for you. “C’mon, let’s get inside.”

Apparently, the store manager witnessed his interaction with you, greeting them with a bemused smile when the waft of cool air hit him. Her silver nametag reads Magisa. “Welcome, Your Highness,” she says with her pencil thin eyebrows still parked high on her forehead. “May I help you and your companion for today?”

Dealing with sales reps hounding his every step and tailing him worse than Glaives is enough to seize him up. A quick shake of his head has the wrinkled woman peering him over her rimmed glasses, and Noctis lets his eyes wander the store to avoid her piercing stare. “Nah, we’re good. I’m just going to look around.”

“Of course, Your Highness,” she placates, even if her half-bow is stunted with the fact that she’s still sneaking stares at your general direction. “If you and your lady friend require assistance, please do not hesitate to approach any of us.”

With how she places great emphasis on the word, Noctis has the sense to grimace. Should he be worried if this will blow up when the tabloids lap it all up? Yeah, hopefully not. It's his first time entering the store without his usual duo flanking his sides, and sensational scoops are one way to get the readership spiking faster than the Citadel's PR Department's migraine.

"Uh. Thanks. Can you just…?" he makes some vague hand gesture, hoping it’s a loose interpretation of what he needs, eyes skirting around when her stare is harder than stone. "We just want to shop without—uh, things happening."

She seems to understand him that much with no questions asked, quick on her feet to flip the sign to Closed and drops the automated blinds over the storefront with a click of a button. The sudden hush accompanying his personal shopping experience has you teetering closer to him, wary eyes searching his face for any signs of reassurance. Your fingers worry the hems of his jacket, chewing on your bottom lip out of habit again. Noctis squeezes your shoulder to ease your nerves before Magisa turns.

“As much as I love celebrity news, I don’t want to see some clickbait article like You Wouldn’t Believe What Prince Noctis Did Last Weekend on Insomnia Daily’s website,” she announces, a corner of her mouth tugging upwards on one side. She looks like she’s seen her fair share of celeb mishaps in her own store and would love nothing more than to die of natural causes than a heart attack. “By all means, Your Highness, do be careful. The media circus is barbaric enough to tear your reputation into shreds if you drop your guard.”

And not even the Glaives can guard him against it. "…yeah, copy that.”

Magisa is sensible enough to keep a respectful distance from him when he strolls through the rolling racks, suede jackets, knitted sweaters, complementing accessories, an orgasm of colours reaching out to him. It’s easy to forget why he’s here when he’s here with you, taking in the slanted photo frames hanging off the walls, glorious lights dawning on you and him, stops at an eye-catching bomber jacket studded in stars across its back—until he’s distracted by your fingers tugging his cuff.

“What are we looking for, Prince? Anything specific in mind for Ignis? Or is there anything he’s been eyeing?”

That’s a good question. Walking into another aisle offers rows of men’s accessories hanging from sleek metal plates. Noctis eyes a leather belt with some punk rock aesthetic on it; Prompto’d like that. “No idea actually. Was hoping we’d just find something here for him.”

“Maybe I can browse the other side and see what I can come up with?” you offer, slinking backwards with a genuine expression of being helpful to the cause. Noctis turns on his heels, catching the flit of your fingers trailing in the air as goodbye. Your back turns to him when you wander through gypsum partitions, leaving an echo of your voice. “I’ll come back soon.”

That is not how he envisioned this to be, but uh. “Sure, I guess…” Noctis answers to an empty space, minding how awkward it feels when you’re not by his side. He has half the urge to chase you just because—and the other half is judging him through Magisa's pointed silence, having witnessed every waking second.

Deciding it's best to concentrate on the task in hand, he orientates his focus to a suave combo of a dress shirt, striped belt, and gradient aviators arbitrarily arranged on a wall-mounted shelf. The clashing colours don't scream Ignis Posh Scientia, so it's a solid No for Noctis. A cashmere scarf in tartan isn't Ignis Stylish Scientia either, and Noctis backs away from the section altogether. After rifling through three snazzy co-ords, four fitted pants whilst knowing nothing of Ignis’ size, two loafers and simultaneously thwarted by Ignis’ mysterious size yet again, Noctis is almost ready to call it a day.

Magisa, thankfully, steps up to her task after sensing his deathly desperation and escorts him to a selection of accessories for the subdued, wrinkled hands lifting one of the many displays for him to choose. Having her recommendations ironed out some of the hitches in his grand plan, deciding the subtle emboss of a skull on a pair of suspenders is better than the garish VW belt buckle, and with satisfaction, Noctis follows her to the cashier—

—or not, when a sharp glint has him making a short detour to a tiered jewellery display.

Hanging off the dainty hooks are little bits of silver with varying pendants, necklaces and chokers sparkling under a well-placed spotlight. Before he takes a step back to think why he’s here and what he’s doing and Magisa’s incredible concern with whatever he’s up to, Noctis threads his fingers through a delicate star necklace.

Diamante dotting all five points up to its heart, sleek silver chain neither too long nor short like his soon-to-be five months with you. Just right, maybe just right sitting at the base of your neck nestled between your collarbones. That’s not too bad of a thought, so before he overthinks things and dabbles into the mechanics guiding his rash action, he hands it over to a waiting Magisa, who accepts it with pursed lips.

“Shall I pack it separately?” she asks none too subtly, returning to the cash register to ring up his purchases. “Would you prefer a nondescript bag or a ribbon to go with it?”

Noctis cocks a brow, withdrawing his wallet and putting his card on the proffered tray. “Is this about the suspenders or?” She gives him a look, the one that makes him feel like he's in trouble after Ignis looted his unhealthy Nissin collection, and he instantly knows what she's referring to. "Uh. Separately packaged. Just a box will do." Maybe a ribbon? "Nothing too flashy for the ribbon. Simple stuff."

“Of course, Highness, she doesn’t seem like the gaudy sort,” she offers her opinion—not that he asked her for it, but it’s a little reassuring that Magisa seems satisfied with his choice. Deft hands slotted his card, nude fingernails key in numbers on the screen, making quick work of boxing up the necklace for him to hide.

And hiding your necklace is just a simple affair of attuning it with his armoury, stowing it deep where nobody else knows its presence but him.

The fracture of blue scattering over the countertop disappears in seconds, and it has Magisa pinching her glasses to lower it by a fraction.

“Well,” she comments, impressed, “that’s handy.”

Noctis smirks.

THAT PAPERBAG IN YOUR ARMS shouldn’t be getting under his skin, but it is. You emerge almost guiltlessly from the storefront with your purchase, a sizeable heft for its nondescript beige, smiling his way. Just what exactly is in it, that's the million Credit question right there. It could be something for your own closet since you've never gone shopping on your own before, but the irrational and conspiratorial Noctis whispers it's something for Byron, definitely for Byron, because when are you notthinking about fashionable little Byron and his four-digit leather gloves anyway? Your morning conversation said all that needs to be said.

The sun’s irritating his skin and feeding the irritation in his heart, but you don’t seem to notice any of it.

“So what’re we doing now, Prince?” you say, prancing by his side in that one-two skip you do whenever you’re excited, but you’re playing off your excitement just so he won’t say anything about it. “Is there anything else you wanna do?”

Crossing the Ladian Avenue together, heavily blossoming magnolia trees shaded the pavement, creamy innocence perfuming the air. Strips of grass overlay granite slabs, pink petals dusting the surface. Children play imaginary hopscotch on evenings when their parents are off from work, couples marvel over the bold jewels growing on these magnolias, and for people like Noctis, someone not exactly a parent or your boyfriend, he pockets his hands and tries to shrug off his misplaced displeasure. Tries, because he’s still not good at it, but at least he’s willing to try.

“You hungry?”

Cracked sunlight falls over a part of your face, highlighting the sheer luminance of your eye. “Yeah? I mean, I’m totally cool if you wanna go home now since we’ve got what you need, but…” you stop underneath a magnolia, leaning against the scrawny trunks clustered together, “if it’s not too much of a hassle for you, can we go to the bookstore together?”

“The bookstore?” he repeats—totally not distracted by how the sunlight fragments colours in your iris, totally not wanting to press his fingers to your cheek to feel how warm you are. “Sure, if you have something to do there. Not that far of a detour from here.” Pointing to some few blocks in the distance to show how close it is, his hand falls to his hip just so he’d avoid touching you out of your comfort zone. “You wanna head there now?”

You give a little stretch with your arms high above your head, making a sound of pure content. One that Noctis has never heard before. “Nah, later. Lunch sounds way more tempting. Where do you wanna take me this time?”

He can’t say he’s thought that far ahead, but he’s proud of himself for being able to turn the question right at you. “What do you wanna eat this time?”

“The ramen we had was really tasty,” you suggest, though you quickly retract your statement with a finger tapping your chin, “but I kinda wanna eat something different. Something like that, but not something like that?”

There you go again, all roundabout answers with no end in sight. Five months in and you’re still you. Shreds of magnolias drift in the breeze as he snorts, dusting off pretty pinks falling on his shoulder. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it means, Prince,” you say, quick hands cupping a fluttering petal, delighted like you’ve never seen one before. Maybe Byron’s never pruned magnolias for your vases, that’s possible enough. “Kinda like one of those feel-good foods? Homely kinds of stuff, nothing fancy, just delicious meals straight from the heart.”

The wind picks up, sweeping through the boulevard, a flurry of flowers raining on you and him. Nonchalantly picking out a petal streaked in rich pinks fading in whites from your hair, Noctis drops it into your outstretched hands. You crane your neck to reward his gift with a smile, and it’s all he needs. “Ever had oden before?”

“Nope, never had them.” You shake your head as Noctis plucks off more pinks from your hair, his jacket, your shoulders, presents in the palms of the queen in white. “What’s oden like? Loads of rich broth? Warm, fuzzy foodie meals? Instaglam-worthy shots?”

“Your inner Prom is coming out,” he points out, and you laugh.

Just like this, it’s nice standing around, talking with you all casual like nothing else matters in this world. Pressing your back to the tree, cornering you like this—oh. Magisa’s warning throbs in his head.

Yeah, shit, he kind of forgot about that, didn’t he?

Noctis consciously takes a step back, catching questions in your eyes.

The Glaives tailing him 24/7 would peck all this up like Chocobo feed for the rest of the Glaives back home to gobble over, and if he’s hoping this won’t be #1 trending gossip in Insomnia, he better start praying to whatever Astrals’ out there watching over him. They say Ramuh’s the kindest of the bunch, right? So maybe Ramuh would listen and spare him all the media sharks who could’ve spied on him.

Out in the open space, anyone could be watching him—you. He doesn't have the cover of the night to help him out when it's bright and breezy like this, nothing like the privacy of a lake and the stars, nothing like Prompto’s presence warranting a friendly outing. Going out with him and Ignis is one thing while going out with you is on another scale altogether. He doesn’t enjoy freedom the way a commoner does, all because he’s the prince. And princes don’t get to walk around with you the same way Byron does.

There it is again.

He hates it. Hates the familiar edges of that moody, problematic prince coming up. All because he doesn’t think things through and his temperament is getting the best of him and he just can’t say it because he doesn’t know how to make it sound not so awkward since he doesn’t want to be your friend anymore but he can’t go past a boyfriend because what kind of shitty boyfriend is he going to be when he can’t even date you normally. And then there’s Byron too, feeding the unhealthy glutton for jealousy in him. So he’ll probably end up ruining this day in the end, won’t he?

Pretending the disappointment clouding your eyes is nothing more than confusion, he quirks a finger for you to follow. “C’mon, let’s go. I’m starving.”

The abrupt change in his demeanour isn't lost on you. Still, you seem to stumble out of whatever daydream cluttering your head, petals once clasped tight in your palms now scattering all over the ground. “…right, lead the way.”

He’s good at pretending, isn’t he? He’s been pretending he’s got his life together all these years, so he’s sure he can pretend to be your friend just a little while longer.

A MOUTHFUL OF PIPING HOT oden, you learn, is sunshine melting on your tongue: A hot ball of rich, savoury sun. As expected, Noctis memorised every alleyway right down to its missing tile, bringing you to the best place in the city to enjoy your lunch. You’ve never seen someone conducting business from a wooden cart curtained in red, but the novelty of the experience has you eager to sink onto the wooden stool for the pick-and-mix session to begin. The ancient owner, yet another friend of the prince, is all toothy grins when Noctis ducks into his stall, batting away all attempts at paying at the end of the meal.

“You’re definitely the People Prince,” you say, en route to the bookstore across a boulevard lined in street lamps. Paper bag bouncing by your side, you take a peek at his face. “I’m kinda surprised how many people actually know you—not like know know, but they know you like you’re friends from way before.”

Noctis shrugs like it means nothing to him, but you’ve long learnt his belligerent blue eyes are more honest than he is. “Used to hang out loads with Prom when I was in high school. Arcades, ramen stalls, oden carts, cinemas, karaoke, you name it, we did ‘em all.” He swoops sharp right into another street, plodding uphill past grey-bricked boutiques. “When you’re a regular, you’re instantly a level above most customers they get on other days.”

You tail him from behind, though momentarily, a woman walking her leashed Shih Tzu makes you coo for a second. Noctis flashes you a look for your unintelligible cooing, not expecting that form of a reply, and you fiddle for an answer. “Um—well, you’re the prince and you get along so well with them, so you’re everyone’s favourite.”

“Totally not,” he rebukes with less bite and more of a scowl. Curt, leaving the conversation in the dust, just like that.

Had you hit a sore spot somehow? He’s been testier ever since you got out of Vivienne Westwood a little later than he did. Is it because it's the usual clich�� of guys hating girls when they go off on a shopping spree? And then they have to wait for what seems like aeons before their significant other comes back to reality? Free oden failed in cheering him up, even if the ecstatic old man loaded up his portion with more freebies, so hangry from both hunger and anger is out of the question since you’re full and he’s full and he’s still taking you to the bookstore like what you wanted.

So what was your fault?

You don't know.

Noctis sidesteps a scruffy man in chic boho ensemble of scarves and fedora, stopping across glassy automated doors dinging with every customer it receives. “We’re here.”

Catching up brings you to an uncommon bookstore, broad posters taping the front of the store in the latest literature fixes. Over three storeys of rosy stucco, wooden slats and hanging creepers swirling over walls, you assume it's a café bookstore with a vintage spin to it. The whole atmosphere matches a parked car next to its entrance, white racing stripes across chintzy pink convertible, silver Vixen on its antique hood. It even has a Moogle bauble on its antenna, making you smile at how cute it is.

Unfortunately, Noctis doesn’t share your sentiment and doesn’t share your thoughts. He just stares at you staring at the car, and you felt bad for pulling him all the way here. Maybe he doesn’t want to be here after all? And he’s just too polite to say anything about it?

Somehow, that sends your premature joy plummeting to the ground.

“C’mon, let’s go in.”

“—right.”

The brisk exchange falls flat with you following Noctis inside, chilly air-conditioning fleecing your sun-warmed skin. Coffee and contemporary fixtures are in place, rows of books on weathered racks, but it’s hard to concentrate on the people and the place when Noctis and only Noctis is in your head. You pissed him off, didn’t you? In some way you can’t explain since you don’t know how you screwed up. You knew this day would come. Just like how you fight with Byron over the smallest of things, this could cement the start of a dispute between you and Noctis over who knows what and Gods know why.

He’s walking ahead.

He isn’t waiting for you.

Wandering through stationeries shelved along the walls, fingers drifting over jutting pencils, you are lost. Shellac finishes to a wooden barrel fail to reignite your interest in purchasing and engraving a fountain pen for Ignis’ birthday. The bookstore is suddenly too cold, too lonely for you alone, standing in front of a glass display. You are a face among the many masks hustling about, giggling and chatting and walking along. You can’t share Noctis’ world when he’s not here with you.

A soft graze on your elbow has you looking up to your left, sinking into a trance when familiar blackness return.

Oh. Noctis is here all along, blue eyes unreadable. He’s doing something with his hand. Oh. He’s holding you. He turns his back, fingers laced through yours, leading you away from the crowd. Past uncaring apron-wearing helpers, past scampering children, past the broadest wall leading to an emergency exit. Heavy fire doors are bolted shut behind him. They erase all sounds, hiding you and him from scandalized eyes.

His hand is warm in yours.

Fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, the stairwell smells of dust and cement. You can’t hear your heart beating when Noctis tips his head, messy bangs turning blue eyes black. He has your back to the wall like he had you at the tree—only, there is no distance separating you and him. He presses into your space with the intent to take everything, leaving nothing behind. You let him. His leg nudges between your knees up your thigh and he bends close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheeks. You can't breathe.

Dry lips descend on your ear with a warm whisper.

“Ah. A white puppy.”

You feel him smile.

“It’s too bad, really, that I need a black mongrel instead.”

It shuts down in black. Your eyes are wide open but you can’t see. Noctis is gone but you still feel his knee brushing against your inner thighs. Crawling the column of your neck is his hand, and it settles with a thumb on your jugular. He breathes low and harsh and you can’t mistake the shudder up your spine as anything else other than fear. You can’t see him, but you feel him holding you down the cracking drywall. You can’t move. You can’t scream.

He is saying something, but you hear him no more, not over the Crystal humming in your ear. It drowns him out like summer bees and static TV, but his breath laving your lobe is warm, rank, smelling of death and decay. Clawed fingernails dig half-moons in your wrist. You flinch under his strength. He doesn’t budge. You are cold when it is hot and sweat starts from your scalp sliding to your shoulder. Knees are buckling underneath you and you are certain you are falling but there is no telltale pain bruising your knees. You don’t know if you are standing or you are kneeling or you are here.

Blackness thickens because it’s never gone from the start, and the Crystal grows louder like it fights to be heard over Noctis. Electricity slithers where the crescents lie on your wrist, tattooing your skin in short jolts. Ouch you gasp but your lips do not move and your voice is unheard.

You’ve felt this before.

It’s magic.

But there is no blue in the blacks, only frayed red seeping through. Blotting out the dark, blurring into greys.

The buzz snips off sharp as scissors.

A mouthful of piping hot oden, you learn, is sunshine melting on your tongue: A hot ball of rich, savoury sun. As expected, Noctis memorised every alleyway right down to its missing tile, bringing you to the best place in the city to enjoy your lunch. A woman walking her leashed Shih Tzu has you distractedly cooing for a second. Over three storeys of rosy stucco, wooden slats and hanging creepers swirling over walls, it’s a café bookstore with a vintage spin to it. Coffee and contemporary fixtures are in place, rows of books on purposely weathered racks, and the shellac finishes to a wooden barrel catches your fancy for Ignis’ gift.

The cashier hands your change with a smile and you exit the store to find Noctis waiting outside. Why is he looking all glum and sullen with his arms crossed over his chest anyway? Didn't that oden old man load up his bowl with all the grilled fishcake and sticky tofu skins? That can’t do, he can’t do all the frowning when you’re all happy from the food.

“Sorry for the wait!” You cosy up to him, tucking your packaged pen by your side. Noctis visibly jumps and looks at you as if you’ve grown a second head. His face is priceless and you can't help but laugh at him. "Gosh, Prince, what's wrong? Did something happen?”

“Uh—no, nothing happened,” he’s quick to sputter with a shake of his head, though he can’t seem to wipe that silly look he gives you. “You… okay?”

You’re confused, but not as confused as Noctis. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

And Noctis takes a hard, long look. Narrowed blue eyes, lips curled, arms uncrossing to drop by his sides. He surveys you how one surveys an advertisement, even if all you had for an offering is this white dress and two sets of gifts. After a while, seemingly coming to a decision, he guiltily rubs his nape. "No. Nothing. Forget it."

“What, all that and nothing?” you chide at the anticlimactic end, taking one step after another.

He doesn’t answer, walking past an empty parking lot, and you jab him in his side, inciting an undignified yelp at your pre-emptive attack. So maybe it’s not worth it when he turns around and you get a sense of belated uh-oh when he chases you up the street, but at least now you know Gladio’s training is paying off because hey, your sides aren’t hurting that much anymore.

YOU ARE WEIRD AND UNREPENTANT and everything in Noctis’ dictionary of a catastrophe. Here he is, trying his damned best in keeping a distance from you, and you all but kicked over the barricades and shredded the WARNING flyers he tacked on the signboards. What’s he supposed to do when you ran fast uphill—but he’s faster,duh, and it ends in him yanking you through backstreet detours to avoid a ruckus. You had the nerve to laugh at him with the biggest, most brilliant smile he’s ever seen—not that it’s forgiven anything you’ve done to him today, absolutely none at all.

He can’t believe he’s saying this, but he’s glad to see your chilly chamber of secrets, even if it means his toes have to freeze on marble again.

Incredibly in a good mood, you are humming. Clicking on your desktop, belting out Billboard’s Top 20 instead of dead people’s music, boiling hot water and making tea. Noctis drops on a chair and observes you with a palm propping his head. Observes, because he’s sure as hell never experienced something like this before, never seen the city life infecting you all the way to your room, never heard you singing softly under your breath to some crappy lyrics scrawled on restroom stalls.

Did the bookstore unlock some hidden part of your personality like some side quest in a prophecy? Visit the bookstore to gain a new skill: Humming! or something? Noctis makes a face at that. Five years with Prompto and his RPG obsession definitely rubbed off on him.

You balance two cups in a hand and a teapot in the other, clicking off the music. “Here you go, Prince.” When he makes a move to help, you all but shushed him to sit, bringing porcelain to his face and pouring a stream of gold liquid right in it. “Sorry I don’t have anything good, Byron’s been too distracted with Ignis’ birthday party until he forgot my groceries this week.”

Noctis takes a sip of the bland concoction and considers what you said—not that he’s surprised irritation’s rapidly overtaking his initial revelation at your good mood because it’s Byron and when are you not in a good mood about Byron anyway? “Hmm.”

Either you heard him or you don’t as you sit right beside him instead of your usual spot behind your desk, nursing your own cupful. “He’s been baking nonstop,” you say with a sparkle in your eyes, but it vanished when you continue, “and when he screws up, I’m his garbage can apparently. He’s okay with cooking but he’s still crap at baking so I kinda think he’s trying to impress Ignis with this cake but ah—but don’t tell him I told you, he’ll totally kill me.”

His tone darkens with another deep sip. “Hmm.”

Radiating the sun’s enthusiasm, you aren’t unenthused with the one-sided conversation. He sets down his polished cup a little too sharply and you take it as a chance for refilling, not that he’s in any mood to drink more.

“So anyway, thanks for taking me out today,” you cheer, attempting to duck your head just so you’d meet his downturned eyes since he’s gone ahead with slouching in his seat. “Things are really different in the morning, huh? The kids, the streets, the shops, I didn’t think it’d be that different from all the times we went out at night. I was so, so wrong.”

He says nothing and stares right back at you.

He’s an ass for sulking about Byron now, isn’t he?

He is.

Not discouraged by his off-putting silence, you reach by your chair to pull the VW paper bag in your lap, hands flattening crinkles at the folds. Great, seeing that stuff shoves his mood off a cliff faster than a dive. You’re not going to make him sit through you parading your purchase for Byron, are you? He’d rather leave before that happens. No way in hell he’ll stick around to drag that knife down his heart like a goddamn masochist who likes this shit.

The moment he tries to get to his feet, tries, your hands shoot out to dump the bag on him. Whump it goes on his jeans, and Noctis stays because his legs suddenly forgot how to walk.

“That’s yours, Prince, as thanks for today—and also kind of like thanks for sticking with me all the time—wait, no, that’s not what I meant—as in thanks for letting me stick with you.” Your voice is thin at your fumbling, eyes nervously sweeping from him to the bag, bouncing your knees, and he swallows. “I mean it. So. Yeah. Um, thanks for all these four months together and I’ll work really, really hard to make sure the fifth month counts. Yeah. Yeah.”

So maybe his brain can’t quite catch up because his mouth betrays him with a stupid, “Uh.” And that’s not what he’s trying to say when you look positively petrified at the dead sound like he doesn’t care when he obviously cares, damn it. “Wait no—I just.” He swallows the tightness in his throat because why is it so hard to say something when just a word makes the difference between life and death because you, too, counted all the months together like him? His mouth still can’t process the important message and he ends up with another dumb, “Um. Thanks.”

What else? What else? Should he add that he’s sorry for being an ass today just because a certain green-eyed monster kept taunting him with Byron’s name? That blew out of proportions—and that embarrassed him to the point of no return. Here you are, gifting him the same paper bag that haunted him all the way from Vivienne Westwood, and it’s not for your butler of decades. It’s for him. A five-monthiversary gift. For him.

And nobody else but him.

Because you only had eyes for him from the start.

The silence is deafening. He considers you considering him, you’re all wide-eyed silence, he’s all eyes lidded low silent. Your hands smoothen white cotton over your thighs. Teeth are back on your bottom lip, gnawing, pulling. He’s going to mess this up again, isn’t he? Yeah, he is. He totally is. How’s he supposed to say something, anything, when his thoughts are a jumbled mess of surplus jealousy and growing shame?

The next best thing for him to do is the good old adage of action speaks louder than words. Taking the advice to heart, Noctis snatches the ribboned box from his armoury in a burst of blue, tossing it to your lap. Not the best way to gift you, but it evens out the score since you threw his first.

You haven’t moved an inch as the box bounces on your thighs. You probably stopped breathing too.

Noctis clears his throat and remembers that conversation is a two-way thing, as bad as he is at it. “That’s… yours.”

On cue, trembling fingers scramble to lift it to uncertain eyes and he’s rewarded with the sight of a dumbstruck strategist trying to make sense of the package. Turning it in every angle in sunlight diffused by recessed lighting, examining the gold emboss on cool grey, and he’s willing to bet if he’s not there, you would’ve even sniffed the whole box like it’s an edible prank. In the end, you make a hapless sound, balancing it on your jittery lap with a rigid smile.

“Um.” You say, just as dumb as he did. “That was unexpected.”

Noctis tilts his head the other way round. “What, no thanks?”

Instantly, you seize up in panic. He meant it in a funny sense, just a friendly tease, but apparently, it's lost in the mathematics in your head. “No, no, I really, really, really appreciate it. Thank you so much, Prince, I—” you stop to make a strangled sound, pressing your palm to your mouth to stifle the noise. “—thanks, seriously, thanks. ”

Noctis catches your eyes turning glassy and hell, you’re not going to cry, are you? It’s already bad enough he’s struggling to deal with his internal issues; he can’t deal with a crying strategist right now. “Wait—stop. Don’t cry. Dude, seriously, chill.”

It takes a whole seven seconds for you to sniff like you’re draining your eyes inwardly, dabbing the wet corners with the back of your hand. “Not crying, but close enough.”

“Yeah, right.” Six, he hates it when someone messes up his hair, but his own hand is messing up his hair and he can’t get mad at himself, can he? Whatever. Noctis gives up understanding this whole thing and winds up gesturing haplessly at your gift. “You can open it if you want.”

“Sure—" you sniff and Noctis’ wary eyes are searching for any signs of tears as you wave at his gift hopelessly. “—you too, open that if you want to.”

So.

Now that it’s gotten to this point, he can’t imagine what’s in the paper bag or summon the last memory of receiving a gift outside of birthdays. All he knows is that he extracts a folded jacket from its depths, feels his brows meeting at the middle, almost did a double take when he gets a good look at the pin-sized stars dotting the back, physically refrained himself from doing said double take because it’s the same jacket he eyed the moment he stepped in the shop, and floundered for something to say. If you noticed his red soles, he can’t say he’s surprised you noticed how he lingered a second too long at the rack. Noctis leans deeper in his seat and stops trying to pin the precise point in the timeline to answer when you snuck behind his back to buy this for him. He finds none.

An awed gasp from your end tells him your reaction.

Now it’s his turn to dart back and forth from your face to the necklace dripping between your fingers. Your flushed face. One with a garbled series of stuttered ah, um, uh and more ah, um, uh until you abruptly swallowed all nonsensical noises and looked at it with the softest expression he’s ever seen on your face. Wet eyelashes quivering. Lips trembling. Soundless.

The silence returns.

Then, a quiet, “Star.”

Noctis searches for his voice for a while. He finds it, but he can’t release it from wavering. “Yeah.”

“Stella,” you say.

He gets that much. Star. Just like the ones on his jacket. “Yeah.”

“Stella,” you repeat, and a weaker, “Noctis.”

Noctis buries his hands in his jacket. He doesn’t realise when he’d done it. His fingers are burrowing deeper into fine fabric and hummingbirds are caged in his ribs. His name. On your lips. His name. Everything else matters little now. “Yeah?”

Slowly, almost unearthly, you return from your starry reverie with the lethargy of a woman drowning in the sea. Languid, lifting the necklace to your eyes—only, you are not looking at it, you are looking past the pendant, you are looking at him. “Just like the stars we saw that night, remember?”

Oh. Oh. The hummingbirds are loud. And fast. Noctis fishes something from his vocabulary along the lines of hey just so you know, it’s totally fine if you wanna call me by my name but some words end up omitted after an unexpected filtering and all he’s left with is a lame, “That’s my name.”

Your eyes are gentle when you say, “I know.”

The hummingbirds struggle maddeningly loud against his ribcage and Noctis thinks of come here, Noct, and come here and let me love you, and he knows what exactly he wants. “You know.” His voice has gone rougher in the edges. “You can call me by my name.”

The necklace ripples in the air. There is no breeze. Only your hand trembles. You don’t cry. You don’t smile. You don’t look away. “I can’t call you that, I’m sorry…” Your tongue twists each word with care, yet the undertones betray your want—your inherent need for his name. “I respect you as the prince, and it’s a reminder to me that you are my prince. It’s something I shouldn’t ever forget, as someone who wants to serve you.”

The reasoning behind your logic is solid but Noctis doesn’t want logic now.

Logic has no place between two people of a chance meeting on the 56th floor.

“I don’t want to be the prince to you. I want to be.” He pauses, looks mildly uncomfortable, and shakes his head. He wants it. Even if it’s pretending game for two. “Wanna be someone normal to you.” We aren’t normal, he says, we can never be normal with how things are, but I’ll keep pretending it’s normal if you’ll let me. “Not your prince, not your future duty. Just… normal.”

Someone normal enough to take walks with you on flowering promenades.

Someone normal enough to spend hours with you playing video games.

Someone normal enough to sleep together with you.

“So,” you murmur quietly, "is it okay," tipping your head aside, "if I," looping silver around your neck, "call you," clasp fixed securely in place, the star at home between your collarbones, "Noctis?"

He doesn’t trust his voice. Back to action it is, with a slow nod of his own.

You are the very image of his imagination, star sitting at the base of your neck, the centrepiece of your shoulders. You are too real. More than what his paltry dreams offered in his sheets, you are in your chair in a room too cold with his necklace on your neck and he stops hearing the hummingbirds and starts feeling them under his skin. They’ve escaped, fluttering in his nerves, almost guiding his fingers with enough force to touch the silver on your skin.

“Noctis,” you say, fingering his chain.

He nods again.

“Noctis,” you say, a finger stopping on the star.

He softly agrees with your echo, “Yeah.”

“Noctis,” you say, eyes falling shut, head downcast. “Thank you.”

He knows his name belongs on your lips when he, too, closes his eyes. There are stars on the backs of his eyelids and he thinks he’ll dream of them tonight.

IT IS ONLY MUCH LATER ON when you are in the company of your mirror that you allow yourself a moment to examine your reflection. You are twenty and your hands are still bloodied with people whose names you don’t know. You are father’s bundle of sins and your mother is dead. Your eyes are bruised black and your sickly pallor hasn’t improved five months removed from the House of Andronicus. You suspect the illness lies not within the house, but within you yourself. You are a decaying garden and it shows in your eyes, on your lips, on your tongue.

But one thing has changed.

Mother’s hands are gone from your neck.

And in its stead is the prince’s—no, he’s no longer the prince to you.

Noctis.

That is his name.

In its stead is Noctis’ necklace, a weight different from mother’s. It’s cold like her hands, but it’s not hers. It’s Noctis’. The edge of the star goes under your fingernail and you know it is a closure you’ve long sought. Her burial is long overdue.

“Goodbye, mama. Rest in peace.”

[tbc.]

NOTES:

in case anyone hasn’t seen it yet, Erion Makuo drew EXTREMELY FANTASTIC AND IMMENSELY BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK of Omen Noctis here so please go and check it out and send the artist HUGE LOVES! thank you so much for the gorgeous artwork!!! ;u; Bless Erion, bless the artwork, bless everything about them!!!

yells bc it took me ten thousand years to edit this chapter oh my god im so glad it’s done. cheers to plot devices trying to move the fic along! to those of you who are still reading, thank you so much for waiting roughly 4 months for this update! i’m really touched by all of the positive and encouraging moral support i’ve received through comments, kudos, and tumblr messages, especially through the tough times i’m facing and despite my inactivity on tumblr too. i’m still working in the same place, still floating along, still suffering, but coming back to work on this project and others, fuelled by everyone’s support, really gave a huge boost to my emotional health. thank you so much, everyone, you guys are the best, the biggest life-changers, the awesomest people i could ever ask for in times like this.

so what’s next in decaying? everything is going to hell, that’s for sure. more fluff, equally balanced with more questionable content. if you’re uncomfortable with darker themes and morally dubious actions done by the characters, as usual, i’ll include appropriate warnings at the beginning of each chapter and even a little tldr at the bottom as a summary should you want to skip it.

i’ll try to have the next update as soon as i can since my progress is slightly hampered by my bilateral hand conditions, so please look forward to the next chapter as soon as i can! do take care, my lovely friends and readers; stay healthy and hydrated, keep hustling, the times are tough and things are getting tougher, but remember you can do it!

PREVIEW: you’re drowning in air but the world isn’t swimming past you anymore, reality isn’t flitting and warping around in dimensions before your eyes, and you finally feel you’re conscious enough to understand that night has fallen yet again over insomnia, over your room. but why’s byron waiting in the dark without any light and why’s he bending over to caress your cheek and he’s whispering go back to sleep too loudly and all you can tell him is wait byron i’m scared please stay voicelessly when your limbs don’t move and you can’t move and it’s dark, it’s too dark, but why can you see gold eyes and the line of his smile shifting into a smirk and—

[myprincero]

kissy

[incorrecttowerofgodquotes]

Tower of God for the 001 Fandom ask prompt uwu

Favorite Character: Khun. Obviously

Least Favorite Character: Rachel. Still waiting for her to do something badass

5 Favorite Ships:

1)Khun/Bam

2)Ehwa/Bam

3)Khun/Ehwa

4)Canhong/Lulu

5)Miseng/Prince

Most Attractive: Elaine is a goddess. Canhong as well.

Character I would marry: Ehwa or Elaine

Character I would be best friends with: Id love to be friends with Rak. He’s endless entertainment

A random thought: How do different species in the tower have sex? Also at what point would you be considered a pedophile?

Unpopular Opinion: I didn’t hate Bam’s freak out at Train City. I found it very in character for him and it made sense. Also I enjoyed Anaak in S1 more than Endorsi

My Canon OTP: Theres not a lot of canon ships really so I’ll go with Daniel/Roen

Non-Canon OTP: I think everyone already knows

Most Badass Character: For S1 it was Anaak and right now it’s Evankhell or Yama

Most Epic Villian: White. I love White.

Pairing I am not a fan of: Bam/Yuri. Yuri always seemed like to me a big sister figure for Bam, not a romantic interest.

Characters I feel the writer screwed up: I enjoy every character one way or another, but I’ll choose Endorsi’s low-key molesting of Bam during the Name Hunt Station. Really weird and gross and unnecessary.

Favorite Friendship: I love Ehwa and Rak. These two have such an underrated friendship with each other that I think more people should enjoy. Also Chang and Quoetro but that sunk

Character I most identify with: White, or more specifically White when he’s doing anything stupid. He carries such dumb-bitch energy.

Character I wish I could be: Rak. I want to be a giant alligator who enjoys bananas and calls people turtles. Life seems simpler that way.

[wyrd-syster]

I just finished Children of Blood and Bone in a record tWO days I have THOUGHTS.

-Amari is going to be the one true queen now that she is a maji -I actually don’t think EVERYONE has magic now? Because Tzain didn’t seem to but who knows. -I think Amari is going to be the strongest Maji of all with the power of all ten clans -Listen: I fucking loved Zelie and Inan. Nothing gets me going to enemies to lovers with a lot of tortured feelings in between. I think they are endgame. -THAT BEING SAID, I think I would be surprised if Inan lived through the end of the series. He’s too much at war with himself--I think it’s ultimately going to destroy him. -But before that, he is going to recognize that a lot of his thought patterns are influenced by the HORRIBLY TRAUMATIC ABUSE HE SUFFERED HIS ENTIRE LIFE AT THE HANDS OF HIS FATHER. -seriously I didn’t expect him to just change that quickly? Unlike Amari, he didn’t grow up with a friend like Binta. He didn’t have an emotional escape from his father. the abuse runs so much deeper. -Roen in my mind is literally just pedro pascal. -He and Zelie will probably hook up? But I don’t think it’ll last. Because Inan. -Also he and Zelie will travel to his homeland at some point and find new gods/new magic. -Mama Agba is the literal personification of one of the gods. Maybe Sky Mother?  -Because I think Zelie is literally Oya. -Tzain will become prince consort (because he’ll end up with Amari) and will have a showdown with Inan. -He’s going to continue to inspire people to follow him and become a rebellion leader. -I see so many ghosts coming in future novels.

This was such a great book. I really hope they make it a TELEVISION show, not a movie. There’s too much happening for just a movie.

[descientia]

👠 What kind of shoes does your character usually wear in daily life? ( please for the love of god tell us about ignis wearing some louboutins. please. i will beg if i need to. )

character appearance meme // still accepting

Listen their uniforms might officially be designed by Roen or whatever but those are red soles and I will hc all of their Crownsguard shoes to be Louboutins until the day I die.

They’re probably not the only Louboutins he owns, either. Ignis likes his fancy footwear. He comes from a wealthy family, earns an excessive salary, and if there’s one trivial thing he spends his exorbitant amounts of money on it’s designer labels. As Carrie Bradshaw once said, “I like my money where I can see it: hanging in my closet.”

To be fair, he is more frugal and practical in nearly all else, and despite being born into the lap of luxury ( re: wealth, I generally hc the Scientia family to be among the least wealthiest of noble families but still firmly in the 1% of Insomnia, as all the noble families are ), he does believe in exercising restraint and practicing moderation. This comes from striving to set a good example for the Prince since he was a child; although Ignis has access to money and servants, he makes a point to be self-sufficient in hopes of instilling good habits in Noct. But they’re all rich kids and he has spent his entire life immersed in the lifestyle of the rich and famous, so his idea of frugality and restraint is somewhat less frugal and restrained than mine and probably yours.

His financial vice is fashion. He spends on it. A lot. Lou.boutins, Ferra.gamo, Cor.thay, Hai.der Acker.mann, or whatever the Eosian equivalent is for any of those brands. The scent of new, smooth Altissian leather gets him a little bit excited.

Don’t get your hopes up about 6″ stilettos or anything; he wears men’s fashion only. But he’s willing to branch beyond the standard and safe black and brown oxfords, and Shiva knows he has enough shoes in his closet to have both the “safe” options and the more adventurous ones well covered. He favors classic silhouettes but is willing to experiment with interesting embellishments, luxurious textures, unexpected colors, that sort of thing. He doesn’t go overboard, but just the right amount of deviation from the norm to provide something unexpected while still remaining tasteful.

Ignis knows fashion. It might make you wonder what he does in his spare time.

I also like to think that brands are more or less showering Noct and his closest companions in free shit nearly all the time in hopes of getting their stuff seen on the prince and his friends. ( That’s where his car comes from, isn’t it? )

More to the point of the question, I suppose, he does tend to wear dress shoes in daily life, mostly because his job has him in upscale business formal most days, and the care that he has put into his professional appearance has made that his overall style. His more casual wear might see him in boots or loafers; he’s not likely to wear sneakers unless for athletic purposes.

He’s a size 10.5 Lucian / 44 Accordian. ( It’s just a little larger than the average. )

[msb-lair]

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Gargoyle/Grotesque [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-06-23, hatched on 2022-06-28

Akihito/Feilong [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-06-24, hatched on 2022-06-29

Griseum/Negundo [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-06-25, hatched on 2022-06-30

Eissu/Isu [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-06-26, hatched on 2022-07-01

Merope/Godfrey [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-06-27, hatched on 2022-07-02

Beauty/Prince [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-06-28, hatched on 2022-07-03

Calina/Calumny [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-06-29, hatched on 2022-07-04

Idyll/Tempest [Test]  - three eggs laid on 2022-06-30, hatched on 2022-07-05

Dacia/Serre [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-07-01, hatched on 2022-07-06

Bloom/Blight [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-07-02, hatched on 2022-07-07

Rile/Rime [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-07-03, hatched on 2022-07-08

Rampage/Fernis [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-07-04, hatched on 2022-07-09

Jul/Yul [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-07-05, hatched on 2022-07-10

Puka/Pooka [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-07-06, hatched on 2022-07-11

Tilly/Tilley [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-07-07, hatched on 2022-07-12

Vida/Savir [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-07-08, hatched on 2022-07-13

Zingiber/Tamarack [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-07-09, hatched on 2022-07-14

Marielle/Catrain [Test] - one egg laid on 2022-07-10, hatched on 2022-07-15

Kintsugi/Inlay [Test] - four eggs laid on 2022-07-11, hatched on 2022-07-16

Areca/Gingko [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-07-12, hatched on 2022-07-17

Ziora/Zioron [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-07-13, hatched on 2022-07-18

Isis/Osiris [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-07-14, hatched on 2022-07-19

Sumac/Hemlock [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-07-15, hatched on 2022-07-20

Scylla/Charybdis [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-07-16, hatched on 2022-07-21

Zedama/Zedaya [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-07-17, hatched on 2022-07-22

Nebula/Orion [Test] - five eggs laid on 2022-07-18, hatched on 2022-07-23

Aravel/Aravi [Test] - four eggs laid on 2022-07-19, hatched on 2022-07-25

Permin/Petri [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-07-20, hatched on 2022-07-26

Kara/Arak [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-07-21, hatched on 2022-07-27

Cypress/Aspen [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-07-22, hatched on 2022-07-28

Zandra/Xander [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-07-23, hatched on 2022-07-29

Mwyaren/Metelau [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-07-25, hatched on 2022-07-31

Tyra/Tyrant [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-07-26, hatched on 2022-08-01

Staghorn/Vinca [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-07-27, hatched on 2022-08-02

Evie/Evans [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-07-28, hatched on 2022-08-03

Lorel/Losel [Test] - four eggs laid on 2022-07-29, hatched on 2022-08-04

Seedling/Sapling [Test] - four eggs laid on 2022-07-31, hatched on 2022-08-05

Zera/Xeno [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-08-01, hatched on 2022-08-06

Andropogon/Chamerion [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-08-02, hatched on 2022-08-07

Windglider/Guidon [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-08-03, hatched on 2022-08-08

Sharma/Mazeras [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-08-04, hatched on 2022-08-09

Tindome/Oronte [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-08-05, hatched on 2022-08-10

Luminen/Kuurainen [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-08-06, hatched on 2022-08-11

Shirin/Shiro [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-08-07, hatched on 2022-08-12

Raen/Roen [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-08-08, hatched on 2022-08-13

Maeve/Marvi [Test] - one egg laid on 2022-08-09, hatched on 2022-08-14

Lyralen/Kakariko [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-08-10, hatched on 2022-08-15

Searra/Seahawn [Test] - one egg laid on 2022-08-11, hatched on 2022-08-16

Aesthetic/Ascetic [Test] - one egg laid on 2022-08-12, hatched on 2022-08-17

Vala/Vale [Test] - one egg laid on 2022-08-13, hatched on 2022-08-18

Salgam/Cider [Test] - one egg laid on 2022-08-14, hatched on 2022-08-19

Banshee/Haunt [Test] - four eggs laid on 2022-08-15, hatched on 2022-08-20

Siowyn/Sionyn [Test] - four eggs laid on 2022-08-16, hatched on 2022-08-21

Eukarya/Kaktos [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-08-17, hatched on 2022-08-22

Bothari/Dendarii [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-08-18, hatched on 2022-08-23

Heartwood/Sapwood [Test] - one egg laid on 2022-08-19, hatched on 2022-08-24

Kara/Arak [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-08-20, hatched on 2022-08-25

Anisette/Scorpio [Test] - one egg laid on 2022-08-21, hatched on 2022-08-26

Agate/Jasper [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-08-22, hatched on 2022-08-27

Roxbury/Egremont [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-08-23, hatched on 2022-08-28

Unnamed/Loki - two eggs laid on 2022-08-24, hatched on 2022-08-29

Yrtha/Yrthraz [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-08-25, hatched on 2022-08-30

Cuvalle/Elltarn [Test] - one egg laid on 2022-08-26, hatched on 2022-08-31

Europa/Jupiter [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-08-27, hatched on 2022-09-01

Lockdown/Lazaretto [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-08-28, hatched on 2022-09-02

Mari/Laven [Test] - one egg laid on 2022-08-29, hatched on 2022-08-03

Tarazed/Altair [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-08-30, hatched on 2022-09-04

Pecan/Sycamore [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-08-31, hatched on 2022-09-05

Moski/Masti [Test] - one egg laid on 2022-09-01, hatched on 2022-08-06

Stigma/Stamen [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-09-02, hatched on 2022-09-07

Humus/Hummock [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-09-03, hatched on 2022-09-08

Kaori/Kaoti [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-09-04, hatched on 2022-09-10

KageShiro/Magoi [Test] - one egg laid on 2022-09-05, hatched on 2022-09-11

Norven/Norval [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-09-06, hatched on 2022-09-12

Raen/Roen [Test] - five eggs laid on 2022-09-07, hatched on 2022-09-13

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Mutation/TestSubject [Test] - one egg laid on 2022-09-10, hatched on 2022-09-15

Akihito/Feilong [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-09-11, hatched on 2022-09-16

Nyssa/Nyall [Test] - one egg laid on 2022-09-12, hatched on 2022-09-17

Unnamed/Loki - one egg laid on 2022-09-13, hatched on 2022-09-18

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Griseum/Negundo [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-09-16, hatched on 2022-09-21

Merope/Godfrey [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-09-17, hatched on 2022-09-22

Calina/Calumny [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-09-18, hatched on 2022-09-23

Beauty/Prince [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-09-19, hatched on 2022-09-24

Idyll/Tempest [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-09-20, hatched on 2022-09-25

Puka/Pooka [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-09-21, hatched on 2022-09-26

Dacia/Serre [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-09-22, hatched on 2022-09-27

Gargoyle/Grotesque [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-09-23, hatched on 2022-09-28

Jul/Yul [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-09-24, hatched on 2022-09-30

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Rile/Rime [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-09-27, hatched on 2022-10-03

Vida/Savir [Test] - two eggs laid on 2022-09-28, hatched on 2022-10-04

Kintsugi/Inlay [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-09-30, hatched on 2022-10-05

Norven/Norval [Test] - five eggs laid on 2022-10-01, hatched on 2022-10-06

Ziora/Zioron [Test] - three eggs laid on 2022-10-02, hatched on 2022-10-07

Zingiber/Tamarack [Test] - one egg laid on 2022-10-03, hatched on 2022-10-08

[if-i-want-to-dance]

Dance with Devils Headcanons for the boys going camping with their S/O

Rem

-Doesn’t want to be here. Really doesn’t want to be here. 

-Tries to convince you to let him get a trailer to sleep in. When you say tenting is part of the experience, he just decides to go along with it and hope it rains so hard you change your mind. Unfortunately, it’s sunny.

-He tries to hide his dislike for this adventure, for your sake, he really does.

-It’s just... Rem likes a certain level of comfort and luxury. This one is a prince, after all. He’s an indoor guy. 

-He’ll put up with it for you, but you’re going to have to lead him through everything because he has no idea what to do or what even happens on camping trips.

-Makes smores to cheer him up. He pretends not to care, but he secretly loves them.

Urie

-Only slightly better than Rem about the outdoors thing. He likes the outdoors and plants well enough, but he also likes his bed at night.

-He probably has a super fancy, elaborate tent for you both to sleep in. If you beg, he will rough it. It will require a lot of begging.

-If you somehow manage to do so, he’ll have a rough idea of how to do camping. He’s slightly more useful than Rem. Slightly.

-He actually likes campfires a lot. Something about the social aspect.

-He doesn’t mind the way Rem does, it’s just not really his thing either.

Mage

-Only the most hardcore camping for this one. He’s way too into it.

-He’s the one who wants to camp in the middle of nowhere, constructing your tent from materials you find, and forage for food.

-He also drags you on a ton of hikes and activities and stuff.

-If it rains, you both just stay in the tent and play cards.

-You will do smores at some point. There is no question about that.

Shiki

-The trip makes him miserable. He loves it.

-It rains the entire time and you spend more of the time in the tent.

-You can’t cook anything because you can’t step foot outside, so you just eat the snacks you brought that you don’t have to cook.

-You both kind of just end up cuddling, talking, and playing the occasional game instead of exploring the outdoors.

-Though, let’s be honest. Do you really want to handle Shiki exploring the outdoors?

Lindo

-Way too prepared. He’s enthusiastic and wants to do everything right.

-Wants to cook everything over a campfire. Just go along with it.

-He’s that camper who’s optimistic and cheerful no matter what happens on your camping trip. The tent malfunctions? Hey, you two can stargaze all night - how romantic! It rains throughout your whole trip? Hey, it’s good for the grass! It’s scorching hot your whole trip? Well, at least it’s not raining.

-Pictures. So many pictures. He takes pictures of everything so that you can look over them in the months to come.

Roen

-Is not a happy camper at all. Nope. He does not want to be here. He does his best, but he’s the worst of them all about the whole indoors/outdoors thing.

-It rains your entire trip.

-He burns himself on the camp stove trying to make tea. 

-He attempts a campfire with similar results.

-You take him on a hike and he gets covered in mud, as well as having to play friendly with “common mutts”.

-The tent collapses in on him in the middle of the night.

-Never make him do this again. EVER.