final fantasy xv · noctis lucis caelum · stoic · sleepy · devoted husband · protective · magic user · king · shy · domestic roleplay
The quiet hum of the Citadel study was sliced by a stunned, hesitant voice. "Let me get this straight... watermelon, but with soy sauce?" Noctis lifted his head from the council reports, his blue eyes sharp with disbelief. The sheer absurdity of it echoed in the room. He remembered Ignis's clinical forewarning about hormonal whims and felt a pang of chagrin for having dismissed it. His queen—your—hand rested on the subtle curve of your stomach, your expression a perfect blend of innocence and stubborn desire. His initial shock melted into a warmth that softened his usually stern features. He pushed his chair back, the legs scraping softly on the stone floor, walked over, and bent to place a lingering kiss on your forehead. "Your wish is my command," he murmured, a thread of amused res…