Noctis. Notices that he’s a little chubbier lately but doesn’t feel like it’s a big deal at first. It starts getting to him when his “official business” clothes need to be restitched because they don’t seem to fit as well anymore. He doesn’t talk about it as such with his s/o, but they do notice how cranky he seems when the subject of going to the tailor comes up. They offer to join him if he feels it’s a drag. But he very frantically discourages them. That convinces them that something isn’t right with him. He can tell they’re suspicious and reluctantly opens up to them about what’s been on his mind. They’re shocked and tell him he has nothing to worry about because putting on weight doesn’t change who he is and how much he means to them. For the rest of the day they cling to him and reassure him at every chance they get. Noctis appreciates it even though he doesn’t immediately get convinced.
Prompto. Is the most stressed out about it. He associates weight gain with a very difficult part of his life and he’s scared gaining some weight is some kind of sign that he’s going to lose control of his life and end up just as miserable as he used to be. His s/o catches him looking at his body in the mirror and is able to connect the dots, seeing how focused he is on his stomach and thighs. He feels very embarrassed that they caught him and tries to downplay the situation, hoping that they’re willing to drop the subject.They just proceed to hug him and tell him how much more handsome he’s been looking lately. Because if he won’t talk about it, they’ll just validate him anyway. He’s pretty taken aback, and realises that they’re at least a little aware of what he was just doing. He gives in after that and they soothe him, telling him that he’s overthinking things. That he is and always will be perfect. He appreciates it. A lot.
Ignis. Doesn’t beat about the bush and just plainly asks his s/o if he’s gained some weight. He feels a little disheartened when they say that, yes. He in fact has. Being the person he is, he starts dieting and keeping track of how many calories he’s consuming a day. When his s/o notices that his diet is a tad too exacting, they confront him. He doesn’t think he’s going overboard so he admits to the fact that he’s dieting and what said diet requires of him. They feel a little annoyed with him and proceed to go into an extremely long lecture about how he’s being over the top. He interrupts them and points out that they had told him that he’s put on some pounds. They tell him that, just because they said that he has, doesn’t mean he should treat it as something that obsessively needs to be fixed. They proceed to calm down and tell him how they’re worried that he isn’t taking care of himself. He assures them that he is. They say that if he was, he’d see that he’s still as attractive as ever. He starts rethinking his stance after that.
Gladiolus. Is at a bit of a crossroads. On the one hand, he needs to stay in peak physical shape as part of his role as the King’s Shield plus, he’s already pretty uncomfortable with his size. On the other, he knows it’s not a very big deal and he’ll be back in shape soon enough because that’s just part of his demanding schedule. Plus he knows the people around him won’t think any less of him for it. As time goes on, his issues with his size kind of begin eating away at him. He decides to confide in his s/o. They let him vent and understand where he’s coming from. Though, they feel the need to remind him that he’s still a sight for sore eyes. He thinks they’re funny, but goes on to tell them that, he feels most comfortable with himself when he’s in shape. Both of them go back and forth a bit, with him saying that he wants to go back to exercising more and them saying that he doesn’t need to. He can be pretty stubborn so he gets them to give in, and he really gloats about it. They’re a little scowl-y but they let him do what he thinks is best, so long as it makes him happy.
“At the sudden realisation, Ignis felt tears on his cheeks. So, it was a lie. Ardyn lied to him and it feels like a stab in the gut. Did he lied about everything ? About their relationship ? Did Ardyn just see him as a tool against the Caelum ? Inside him, everything burned, his hatred igniting anew for all the Caelum.
He could always go and find Noctis to warn him, but as the black tears started falling again it didn’t feels right. He felt so betrayed to just stay a good boy, the good tool Ardyn wanted. For the first time in years, Ignis felt lost and hopeless.”
“I am concerned, Lord Clarus. Noctis is a good student, he’s an amazing person, but he tends to neglect his royal duties. Perhaps he’s frightened of the weight of the crown, and I understand, but sometimes I don’t know if I should put limits. He sometimes skips our lessons and he has had the audacity to warp out the window to the gardens to pet a cat! He’s a good and smart and wise prince, but I fear he may be too…hyperactive.”
That’s where Clarus almost snorted his drink out the nose.
“You think that’s hyperactive?” Clarus asks him. “Your prince once sneaked out to pet a cat.”
“I had to go with him and insist on him for ten minutes before he was back, and he was rude enough to also bring the cat.”
And Clarus, suddenly, bursts out laughing.
And Ignis is standing there in shock becase ?? Maybe he just said something stupid? He thinks it’s a serious matter, so that Lord Clarus is laughing ?? He doesn’t understand.
And all Clarus is thinking is about how, if it had been Regis, he’d have taken the cat, and he’d have warped all the way to the other side of the City to sit on top of the wall and good luck 1. catching up with him 2. convincing him to go down the wall 3. standing the heart attack when this idiot SURELY will stumble and fall and will almost die because of a cat.
Noctis needing to be talked softlyinto returning, HAHAHAHAHHAHA, that’s a baby’s game!
But all that Clarus does is to lean back on his seat, still laugh-crying.
“Oh, kid…” it’s all that he says, but Ignis kind of feels there was a “You’re an adorable idiot” in the subtext and he feels a bit embarrassed, but doesn’t want an explanation, and honestly he doesn’t make a comment again when he has to keep chasing Noct around asking him to please go eat your veggies your Highness 😦
Despite owning the grand title of “Prince of Lucis”, he is no stranger to jealousy, and falls victim to it more often than he’d like to admit. Not that he has to outwardly proclaim he is jealous, you can tell at first glance. The pout plastered over his features and crossed arms, usually a show of his brattier side, is a dead give away of his true feelings. Noctis is a firm believer of “live and let live”, as well as valuing personal space and knows that everyone needs their distance, yet fails to follow through the motto when his arms end up around your waist and his chest pressed against your back. The perfect spot to glare at his so called “competition”. It is far less threatening than he would like, instead coming across as the neediest little frown.
Not that it’s unwelcome to you, he becomes twice as affectionate than normal, even after the person is long gone so it’s nice to take up the occasion of a needy Prince. Personally he finds himself a bit clingy, worried certain boundaries are overstepped once his rational thoughts catch up, but after multiple assurances from your end he won’t let go till you yourself ask him to stop.
Noctis doesn’t truly know where the spouts of jealousy come from, especially when someone manages to grab your attention where it was previously all on him. Insecurities of sorts are at play, even if entirely unknown by him. The prince finds himself worrying somewhere along the line, things will mess up one way or another, all because he can’t seem to figure out how to go by certain interactions. Patience is very much limited, as well as something he feels you need whenever he doesn’t quite know how to go by something, and he is grateful for the care and understanding you seem to pamper him with.
Gladiolus
He claims to have no outward way of showing his jealousy, entirely self aware of the feeling and how silly it could be. You trust him, he trusts you, and loyalty was established from the very beginning of the relationship, so why should he be worried? Still he can be seen just so subtly puffing out his chest and crossing his arms, mistaking his tension for another show of “accidental” flexing. Though he does like to get a word somewhere later, some form of polite reminder to that person you two are very much in love and not interested in hookups. Again, politely. Clarus taught him better than to cause a scene.
His confidence helps keep the jealousy at bay, but he does have his rare occasions where he feels that little bit of jealousy. Those moments where you end up oblivious to someone else flirting with you, laughing at their jokes, he will feel that undeniable pang in his chest that urges him to calmly walk up and whisk you away. There can only be one person in this town who can make you laugh, and by the Gods will he make sure it is him first and foremost.
Not to say he doesn’t have any insecurities. Despite the nigh overwhelming aura of confidence, those little thoughts of self-doubt never fail to break through that shell. The fear of not being good enough always plagues him, be it stemming from his job or relationship. After all, what good is a shield if he is not strong enough? Isn’t the same ideal present in a relationship? Any and all assurances are welcome, whether the slightest smile when you lock eyes, or clinging onto him like an oversized teddy bear, he will appreciate it and give back to you tenfold.
Prompto
This poor boy is one walking anxiety, and is quick to make jealous. Someone that’s not him? Chatting you up? Throwing flirts your way? It simply does not compute with him. He embodies the form of a question mark, not quite sure where to place himself. A few compliments thrown your way are fine (and fully agreed with), but sometimes when they start piling up from the same person he can’t help but get pouty.
It is blatant through his whines, acting like a kicked puppy. He would even say he is one, kicked right in the heart, clutching the fabric of his shirt at his chest. A cheeky little dramatic show, yet cute from the way his eyes truly resemble that of a desperate little puppy. By nature he loves to cling to you, and this matter is no different. Hands wandering wherever they can to hold you close, resting his chin on top of either shoulder or head, whichever your height makes most convenient.
Prompto is made entirely of stress and anxiety as his biggest driving force. In the lowest of times he is one big insecurity over something so simple as him existing. He despises his lonely past, and the possibility that one day he might fall back to the deafening silence of solitude in his home is perhaps one of his biggest fears. The very thought of you one day deciding to break off any and all contact, leaving him back in his lonesome plays the biggest part in his spouts of jealousy.
If you give this man a simple hug and “I love you” every negative thought will melt away instantly and bring out his playful mood. If you’re smiling, he will most definitely be smiling.
Ignis
As someone who ends up choosing work over his personal life more often than not, he deems himself unworthy to feel such a silly thing like jealousy. How could he have the right to it when you’re left in your shared flat to your own devices with him absent till late hours of the night? Still, he cannot help but clench his fists whenever someone garners your attention more than he’d like. The fear is always there, no matter how much you assure him of your love, how he is more than enough, Ignis Scientia will always worry you will grow tired of his constant absence and find someone else who will give you the love and devotion you deserve. Not that he would voice those anxieties, not from distrust but from his own stubbornness.
He deems his demeanour nothing but stoic and composed whenever someone grabs your attention away from him, yet he seems oblivious to the glare locked in his eyes and lips ever so slightly curled into a small pout. At best he seems disgruntled, at worst his eyes cast curses sharper than his daggers.Any show of physical affection in public is so rare with Ignis, you can’t help but wonder when his hand wounds up around your waist, fingers digging into your clothes, urging you to bring yourself flush against him. Words of endearment are just as rare, so the sudden abundance of them as he addresses you is just as much of a shock, leaving only one logical conclusion for you. He is jealous.
Bring it up in public and he will deny it. “You are your own person, who am I to tell you who you can and cannot talk to?” Though if he could, as horrible as the thought is, he would love to have your undivided attention, especially when your time together is already limited. In private it is always just two words. “Maybe so.”
Assurance will go a long way for him, especially in the form of shows of affection here and there. Running your hands through his hair, whispering I love you right before a chaste kiss on the cheek goes a long way. The cure to the storm in both heart and mind.
Lunafreya
She is an amalgamation of entirely confident, yet incredibly pouty and riddled with some stray insecurities endlessly prodding at her thoughts. Seeing you off talking and laughing with other people is fine, socialisation is part of being human, she should know and the both of you are your own person. But at the same time you are hers so why aren’t you in her arms this is a crime, please look this way let me see your smile. It is her greatest treasure, after all.
Lunafreya fails at masking her jealousy, the undeniable hints lying in her pout and glare through squinted eyes at whoever she deems to be too friendly with you. Yet her words remain as eloquent and kind as ever, a complete stranger to malice. No matter how stern it is, how can you find that pout anything but adorable and smile like a fool? That is precisely what eases those anxieties plaguing Luna and she instead becomes a blubbering mess.
Her jealousy stems from a far worse devil – the knowledge that her time is limited on Eos, with every little second is just that precious, and as unhealthy as it sounds to her, she clings onto it like every day is her last. The more time spent with you, the happier she is. At heart, she wants you to have as many good memories with her to look back for the years to come once she’s gone, and in return truly live her life to the fullest in your presence. The burdens of an Oracle are heavy indeed, and even a minute with you lifts the heavy weight off her shoulders.
Even but a kiss is enough to have her snap out of the jealousy. So is a hug, or a grin her way, even a silly little pet name she adores. Her heart is far too kind to cling to malice, more so when you are involved.
Ravus
“Ravus, are you jealous?”
He is offended at the thought, of him, High Commander of the Niflheim army, and former Prince of Tenebrae, jealous over some irrelevant little –
Yes. Very much so. His offence doesn’t come from just false accusations, but rather because it is true. You are among the little things he has left that bring him genuine joy, and every day he fears one way or another he will lose you like everything else. It is a vulnerability he doesn’t want any of the vultures from the army knowing, lest they use it against him in the worst way imaginable. This is a sort of secret he feels both ashamed of but trusts you most with to keep without putting him down for the fears. He will voice his doubt to you, praying you hope you understand the inner turmoil of his.
Ravus makes it too obvious towards his jealousy whenever anyone else manages to get a laugh out of you, or brush a hand against yours whether a genuine accident or not. While he is unaware, the glare that overtakes his eyes and the brows pulled into a frown is hard to ignore. A death threat painted over his features without even having to speak the words. Everything about his posture is strained, down from his jaw firmly clenched keeping back any vile spats to throw the persons way or the tension thick as tar in his voice.
There are many ways to reassure him, whether the dreaded (yet secretly loved) hair ruffle whenever you can actually reach that far up, or taking the magitek prosthetic and entwining your fingers with the metal ones, a silent assurance that he is still very much human in your eyes, and is loved regardless. Not that he knows how to exactly convey the same thing, after all this is the same man who panicked and said “Thank you” when you told him you love him.
Ardyn
He knows well how to hide his emotions when he feels fit, and jealousy falls right under that category but he simply doesn’t try hiding it. He will be incredibly petty about it, letting everyone in the nearest ten mile radius know that you are with him and anyone to attempts to intervene with that will be involved in an “accident”.
He classes his reasoning over jealousy not as petty however. A simple one, really. He is immortal and you are… well… not. Unlike him you don’t have the luxury of having quite literally all the time in the world, and every day is just ticking closer to your death and he is well aware to that. If not too aware. He intends to spend every waking second with you, sometimes whether you like it or not you will be stuck with his overwhelming presence, turned down a notch only by your request. Anyone who thinks themselves worthy to take that little bit of joy away from him infuriate him to no end.
Not that he tells you this, after all who would believe him if he were to say he is Ardyn Lucis Caelum, alive and most definitely not well after two thousand years. The only proof he has is his (stolen) royal arms and he would rather keep those a secret, even from you. Instead what he falsely admits to is simply pinning it down to his age. What if you find some young lad to suit your liking? So many others in the army to woo you need fending off before they get any ideas with such a proper lady like yourself. Or so he says.
Reassure him all you want, by the time you get to it all of Eos knows who’s courting you. Depending on his mood, either from the marks deliberately littered where your clothes don’t cover, or a simple, dramatic speech intended for all of Eos to hear. Despite the many loving words he manages to string in together, he somehow has a knack for making it sound ominous without context to whoever he is lecturing.
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