“hot mortician nyx meets cute grieving son and vet tech, noctis.”
Morticianist Nyx Ulric, works at his family’s funeral home, and hella awkwardly flirts with the pretty boy whose father he just finished work on.
Nyx having to refrain from his usual jokes because his Inner Crowe is screaming at him “It’s his dad, be considerate you dumbass.”
Like, way to go Nyx, flirting with the guy whose father you just sewed up and prepped for a wake and burial.
At least the hands that last touched Regis were sexy hands.
Nyx taking naps in his coffins because they are surprisingly comfortable and he doesn’t have to search for another place to sleep.
Noct visits him at some point, can’t find him. Cue Nyx pushing it open and Noct nearly dying.
The longer they date, the more immune Noct becomes to Nyx’s terrible dead people jokes.
The funeral home is an old Victorian, the basement floor has been converted into a lab, the ground level floor is the showroom and offices, but the third floor is an actual apartment.
Nyx inherited it from his dad, his mother is the director, his sister Nope’d the fuck out because, “Ya’ll are fucking weird and I want no part of the Family Business” and went on to become a police officer in order to prevent more death in the city.
Asteria gets pissed because Nyx keeps napping in the coffins, “Nyx, those are displayonly. If you want to be in one so bad, I could just kill you now and be done with it.”
When Nyx tells Noct, “Hey, let’s have dinner at my place,” Noct wasn’t expecting the funeral home being an actual home. Asteria does have her own place, so that’s why Nyx lives in the apartment above the showroom.
It takes so long for Noct to get used to the fact that the same hands that treat him like a goddamn king are the same hands that cut up and prepare dead bodies.
(Body worship takes on a whole new different meaning right there.)
But Noct sees the heavy-duty sanitizing process Nyx puts himself through at the end of a work day. Sees how he obsessively keeps his place neat and tidy and how he always keeps scented soaps around to get rid of the smell of death from his senses.
(Nyx taking care to spare Noct from his job as much as possible—except for the jokes that is—is feels-inducing.)
Noct is young and lovely and has plenty of life in him, Nyx doesn’t want him dwelling on how much actual blood Nyx has had on his hands in his line of work.
Nyx never wants to talk about himself because of it (Noct hates that, wants to know about the man he’s finding himself slowly falling for).
Hilariously enough, Noct is in school to be a vet tech, because he loves animals and honestly can’t deal with people all that well.
Eventually, they get to the point where they can easily talk about their odd dislike of people as a whole, but how much they do enjoy their work (because both careers involved avoiding people or handling—live—people in minimal amounts).
Noct sending pictures of him and the various animals he’s with to Nyx during the day, Nyx commenting on his clients and sending back his new batch of dead jokes.
Staying at home together or driving in the dead of the night to capture the feeling of being the only two people in the entire world.
They are very much introverts in this ‘verse.
They have their own friends, but the interaction between the two groups is minimal.
Orbiting one another with Nyx and Noct being the only point of contact between them.
Once they’re comfortable with each other, once Noct has come to terms with Nyx’s hilarious living situation, they have more dinners at Nyx’s place.
Noct has a tiny apartment on purpose, all of his inheritance is managed by a trust setup by Regis, and he tries to live as frugally as possible.
He doesn’t have to, he just does. Regis taught him well.
The only thing that might tip off Nyx that there’s more to Noctis than he lets on is the car sitting under a thick cover and tarps in the garage beneath Noct’s apartment.
Noctis usually drives a small motorcycle too and from, a dual-sport bike, because of the weather.
He had the Star, as well, but that, he’s stored elsewhere. The Regalia, he keeps close. For sentimental reasons.
He keeps the Star out of sight, out of mind because it was the last gift his dad gave him.
Noctis taking Nyx out to some OHV trails on the weekends when Nyx is free and Noct doesn’t have any overwhelming homework or lab reports due.
Tells him, “Live a little. All you do is entertain the dead all day.”
So then it becomes their thing, going dirt biking on weekends.
Their own special kind of escape.
Noct helps Nyx pick out a dual-sport bike one morning on a weekend in the spring and they literally take it out that afternoon.
Noct taking Nyx’s mind off the dead for a while to make him enjoy life.
Getting through the work day seems less dreary now for Nyx with Noct’s silly texts flooding in throughout his work day.
Nyx still has a horrible sense of humor, but like, now Noctis finds it funny since he’s gotten a better understanding of his career.
Crowe facepalms so hard like, “Oh no, not you too.”
Nyx corrupting people since forever, Crowe can’t believe this.
She literally cannot deal with him some days.
She’s a mechanical engineer, she blows stuff up and rebuilds it for a living.
She doesn’t understand the fascination with the dead.
At least she has someone to deal with the bodies, even if she doesn’t exactly know what Nyx finds so interesting about them.
Prompto is known to ask so many awkward questions, but Nyx answers them anyway.
Gladio legit does not want to know. He’s in the military, he’s seen enough death and destruction.
Ignis doesn’t care either way, because he too, knows plenty of ways to get rid of a body should Nyx hurt Noctis in any way, shape, or form.
Libertus is just thanking the gods that Nyx finally found someone who isn’t grossed out by his weird career choice.
However, their biggest challenge is when, after dating for years, Noct tosses out the idea that perhaps they should move in together finally.
Now that is quite the big adventure.
Because they can’t decide if they want to live in the funeral home together, move in to Noct’s apartment, or get a new, shared apartment that is a clean slate for both of them.
Thank gods they go with option 3, because there is definitely too much baggage behind options 1 and 2.
When they move in to their new apartment, have gotten all the furniture mostly organized and their boxes and containers are all over the place, they plop on Noct’s much loved couch and just grin at each other like idiots.
“Doesn’t smell like death in here.”
“Doesn’t smell like wet dog, either.”
“No death, no wet dog, just us. Work stuff is for texts, weekends for the trails, and for the love of all that is holy, do not bring home a body part to study again.”
“Fine, fine. I promise. No body parts in the fridge again.”
“Are we in agreement then?”
“We are. Now c'mere, I wanna kiss you and christen this place.”