I have been looking forward to this one! Like OMG, this is going to be so much fun. Makes me wish I could draw, so you could see what my mind sees for the boys as babu’s.
I shouldn’t have had as much fun as I did with the Noctis and Ignis ones.
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“Y/N!”
You gasped, turning as you saw the smoke rush past you, then cover the being behind. You glanced down expecting to see yourself as a toad, or covered in slime, yet you were perfectly fine. It didn’t work on you, did the affiliation not work on females? Lucky you!
“Is he okay?”
You gave a groan, before slowly turning around, eyes widen at your boyfriend. Well your cute little pint sized boyfriend…
You heard yourself mutter, “Shiva have mercy on me.”
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Noctis
“Noctis, Noct, wake up sweetie.” You cooed, shaking the tiny Prince asleep besides you in one of your crop tops, curled to your chest, who you could only guess was maybe 4 at the very most. He had slept all night, but every book you had pulled out told you that you had another 32 hours of your boyfriend being stuck ‘chibi-fied’ as Prompto stated.
Those beautiful blue eyes popped open, as the little Prince looked to you laying beside him in the grand hotel bed. Only to squeeze close as he pushed the blankets over his head, letting out a whine. “No.”
“Come on baby.” You called, managing to pull him up the bed, actually rather easy considering when he went limp now, it was just like picking up your suitcase. “Let’s get you washed up.”
“Still a lump in the morning.” Prompto chuckled from the other side of the bed, attempting to get his hair into the typical ‘Chocobo’ style.
“Basically.” You giggled. Lucky for you, your Noctis was rather easy going, and mostly slept while you got him ready. “So squeaky clean, kisses.”
This always seemed to get Noctis perky as he bounced up placing his hands on your cheeks, as he pressed a kiss to your lips.
Oh, you call me an Angel. (❁´▽`❁) Thank you for stopping by, love, The boys can’t even take care of themselves, let’s just throw a baby in there for the hell of it!
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“Y/N! Are you okay!”
The purple smoke begun to clear the battlefield, fighting against a new form of deamon who seemed to make it’s mission to go after you, and you alone. Only to toss something in your direction, before leaving.
“Y/n!”
All four men crowded around the spot that you were last seen, only to stare in shock at the child sitting there in your clothes, no more than 2 years old.
“Well…”
“Shit.”
~~~~~
Noctis
“Because you love her.” Noctis found himself repeating to himself, possibly for the tenth time in the last hour. He only had to suffer through 3 more hours of your 24 hours curse before he had back his girlfriend, rather than this deamon spawn you had become.
When you had first turned, the five of you all climbed into the car, you sitting between himself and Gladiolus as you normally did. Noctis’s arm wrapped tightly around your small waist to ensure you didn’t go flying should Ignis suddenly break. The Prince begun to doze off slightly, only to feel you climb into his lap.
Lesson one, the Basics of Prompto, can be found here
Promptos are wonderful companions, but still must be cared for accordingly. As many leading Promptologists say, if you care for your Prompto, he will care for you ❤
As mentioned, Promptos are easily startled and as such, it is important to show your Prompto that there is nothing to fear, and in the case that there is, you must try to ease his fears and promote happy thoughts (soft blankets, cuddles, and comfort foods are a must)
Remember to feed your Prompto regularly. He is a fan of spicy meals, but be forewarned, his stomach doesn’t always agree with some foods so make sure he has plenty of his medicine
Promptos, luckily, do not have long legs (unlike Gladios and Ignises), so your Prompto should flourish with most beds.
Make sure to leave many blankets and sweaters for him, as he gets cold easily
Promptos like to style their hair, so make sure to keep your bathroom stocked with the necessary hair products (preferably strong hair gel)
Remember, your Prompto likes to be helpful! Let him clean and cook when he feels like it! Also, your Prompto is a person, just like you, so let him think for himself!
Your Prompto will want to take pictures. Lots of them. Let him, studies have proven that a happy Prompto = a happy world
Remember to keep your Prompto well hydrated and rested! Give him plenty of filtered water and a comfy bed (do not wake your Prompto when he’s resting)
Tread lightly and move quietly when your Prompto sleeps; he is a light sleeper
Promptos are sometimes nervous in new situations (although they do look forward to new experiences), so pay attention to how your Prompto is feeling and ease his concerns whenever possible
Promptos love to socialize!!! Make sure to take him out and interact with others!!! Make friends with companions of Gladios, Noctises, and Ignises and set up playdates!!! Your Prompto will thank you
In the event that your Prompto befriends a Noctis, they may not separate. That is perfectly normal and acceptable. I suggest preparing another bedroom and adding a chair for his Noctis at the dinner table.
Cuddle your Prompto frequently
Consider having a small cat or a dog for your Prompto to care for and play with
Also consider setting up small chores for Prompto to do; he doesn’t like mooching off of folks
Junkfood is okay in moderation, but he shall try to maintain a healthy diet regardless of the type of food you try and give him, and in saying that, make sure to give him proper nutrition!
Remind your Prompto that he is loved and appreciated ❤
While your Prompto might want to be lazy one day, other days he wants to be active! Let him exercise when he wants to
Don’t worry when your Prompto disappears, sometimes he likes to explore and go on adventures!
Your Prompto likes to go out quite often; take him on outings and go places with him!!! He is a big fan of arcades and fairs!
Be wary of your Prompto driving vehicles; sometimes he gets a little distracted
Your Prompto is smarter than you think! Should you struggle with figuring things out, he just might have the answer
In the event that you neglect to care for your Prompto accordingly, Promptologists everywhere shall shame you and come to collect your Prompto so he can be under proper care and find a home worthy of his presence
It’s a little odd to Ignis, being the one took care of instead of the one taking care of another. He’s stiff for a second, but relaxes to their touch. It becomes a nightly routine pretty quickly.
Noctis asks to have his hair dried. He’s a little spoiled and showers make him sleepy, and he had no shame laying his face in his partners lap while they dry his hair. Has fallen asleep this way several times.
Gladio takes care of his hair and can be a little picky about how it’s dried, so he may not like it at first. Once he tells them how he likes to do it (without getting split ends) he may be up for it more often.
If anyone is going to turn to mush it’s going to be Prompto. He lives for any sort of affection, especially the romantic domestic stuff. Like most things, Prompto will gladly return the favor.
hey waddup it me, was supposed to post this yesterday but a lot of family stuff happened this weekend that i hadta prioritize
This one’s a little special to me because I’m a photography enthusiast myself who Doesn’t Think They’re Good Enough™ so I really wanted to do something that was a little photography-themed.
Originally, this sat at about 2.4k words, but I bumped it up to around 3k because the development between Rea and Prom felt a bit lacking to me.
ANYWAY I LOVE PROMPTO ALWAYS!!!!! TIME 2 WORK ON THOSE REQUESTS NOW!!!!!
word count: 3.1k, NOTHING BUT FLUFF FOR MYPRESIDENT PROMPTO
Noctis would come home after a morning of training with Gladio.
Tired and exhausted, they would plop down on the couch and call out to their s/o to see if they’re home.
When he gets no answer, he wanders to their shared bedroom and lays on the bed with the intent to take a nap.
That’s when their s/o comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, having just gotten out of the shower.
Noctis turns over, giving them a small smile in greeting as they come over to the bed and give him a chaste kiss to the lips before going to the closet to change.
When they come back, Noctis is sitting up on his elbows, watching them.
His s/o comes over and crawls next to them in bed, kisses them, then he sits up, laying their head in his lap as he absently plays with their wet hair.
They look up at him, noticing he looks tired and suggests they nap, but he shakes his head and continues to play with their hair.
As well as drawing little patterns on their collar bones and shoulders, revealed by their sleeveless shirt.
His s/o just revels in his small touches, wondering why he’s being so affectionate and choosing to do that instead of take a nap, his favorite past time.
They choose not to question it and close their eyes, relaxing at his touch.
Not to long later, Noctis does choose to take a nap, but not before pulling his s/o as close as he can and snuggling up with them before they both fall asleep.
Gladiolus
The boys had just made it to Lestallum, it was later in the early afternoon and made their way to Talcott’s hotel.
Noctis decided to take a small nap, while Ignis choose to go to a nearby store and pick up a few thing, and Prompto wandered off, with the passing words that he would go take some pictures around town.
Gladio chose to stay in the hotel along with Noctis, going out on a balcony that accompanied their room and pulled out his book to read, waiting for his s/o that promised him a visit when him and the boys arrived.
He got a text from his s/o. “Hey, I just got to the hotel, where are you?”
He texted them back with, “I’m upstairs in room 110, the doors open for you babe.”
He waited the short time for them to come upstairs and when they do, he hears the door open and little shuffling sounds that he can easily tell is his s/o trying to sneak around the bed to avoid waking Noctis.
Gladio chuckles to himself before setting his book down and turning around in the chair he was in, to look right at his s/o as they walk onto the balcony, smiling brightly as they see him.
He extends his hand out to them, which they gladly take before Gladio pulls them towards him, moving his hands to their hips and pulling them into his lap.
His s/o chuckles but turns sideways on his lap so they can still see him as he tilts his head up to give them a kiss.
Gladio quickly deepens the kiss before just as quickly pulling away, choosing to wrap his arms around his s/o and rest his chin on their shoulder.
They then sit there, trading recent stories back and forth, having been apart for a while now, all the while Gladio is running his hands up and down their arms.
And moving his hand to their back to rub gentle circles along their spine.
And then moving his other hand to the top of their thigh and running his fingers up and down the length of it absently.
His s/o then trails off in favor of savoring the feeling of his gentle touches, Gladio just smiling happily, watching them relax in his arm.
After a few minutes in silence, they speak up and ask Gladio why he was being so affectionate today.
To which he only answered that it was because he missed them after being apart for quite a while.
But really, he just couldn’t get enough of touching his s/o, and showing his love in such a gentle way.
Prompto
A day at the beach!
Prompto, his s/o, and the rest of the chocobro’s decide it’s as best a time as any to take a day off and go to the beach in Galdin Quay.
Noticing that people were staring at his gorgeous s/o from the minute they got there, he decided it was time for a distraction.
He drags his s/o to the water first, grabbing their hand and walking into the water.
His s/o smiles as they watch Prompto doing funny swimming maneuvers in the water, making ridiculous puns about him being a fish.
The both of them laugh and he gives her a quick kiss, enjoying their time swimming in the water together while the other chocobro’s do their own thing.
That’s when Prompto starts a splash fight.
It’s on.
His s/o retaliates his splashes with their own before Prompto dives in the water and grabs their waist to drag them under with him.
Once he resurfaces, they look around to see where his s/o is and notices they haven’t come up yet.
Worried, he looks all around, fails to see them and starts to panic.
That’s until they pop up behind him, wrapping their arms around his shoulders and say boo in his ear.
Prompto jumps and blushes embarrassed that his s/o managed to surprise him, and suggests they get out of the water to sit on the rock near by and relax after their play fight.
They agree and Prompto takes their hand, grabbing a towel and leads them to the rock, helping them climb up first before going up himself and sitting behind them.
He wraps his arms around them, as his s/o snuggles closer and they watch the other people on the beaches around them.
Prompto takes the towel and slowly dries off his s/o’s arms, then legs, then belly and they complain that it tickles.
He sets the towel and snuggles his face in the crook of their neck before whispering something to his s/o.
When they ask what he says, having not heard his muffled words, he replies with, “You look super cute in that swimsuit, and I wanted you for myself, away from everyone’s eyes. So stay here with me?”
They couldn’t say no.
Ignis
Ignis had a full day of working for the crown in the capital city while his s/o had a full day of working at their job as well.
He came back to their shared apartment before them and got started on dinner.
When his s/o came home, exhausted and sore, they hear noise in the kitchen and make their way to see what’s going on.
An immediate smile graces their face at the site of a tired Ignis making them dinner.
His s/o walks right over to him and hugs him from behind, a bright smile on their face as they kiss his shoulder.
“Aren’t you tired? You had a long day at work too I assume, you don’t have to make dinner too, we can order out.”
“Don’t worry, I could never be too exhausted to refrain from making my love dinner.”
“You amaze me everyday Ignis.”
He smiles and continues cooking, telling them to go take a quick shower to relax and he’ll be done with dinner when they’re done.
And that he is.
They both eat his delicious meal he made for them and talk about their day.
After dinner, both sharing the dishes responsibility, they head to the living room to watch a light hearted movie together and relax.
Ignis lets his s/o stretch out, with their feet in his lap as he gives them a foot massage.
His s/o insists to give him a massage as well but he refuses, saying he wants to pamper his love.
They shake their head but accept anyway, before snuggling into his side.
Ignis spends the remainder of the movie giving his s/o little kisses, and running his fingers up and down their arms and side.
They eventually both fall asleep, with Ignis’s head resting on their shoulder and his arms wrapped tightly around them.
Both? Both. BOTH! We’re going for BOTH! (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑
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Noctis
You were dating the Prince of Sleep, the King of Slumber, the best friend of the Sandman. So him waking up earlier than you happens once in a Blue Moon. Yet if he does, you have two options.
The first, the Prince will roll to your side of the bed and mutter within his sleepy mind, “We gotta get up, Y/N we gotta get up.”
You both won’t get up.
This will be followed by counting to 3, when either of you get to 3, you’ll find that the both of you are still laying down in bed. Typically on these kinds of mornings, you both will just have to wait for Ignis to come get you. Otherwise nothing is happening.
Other times, should you need to get up for an early appointment, Noctis, bless his little soul will set an alarm on his phone. Yet he had been known to turn it off in his sleep. So he’ll place it on your side of the bed, so he’s required to roll over towards you, and towards you typically means on you, directly on you.
So with the extra weight of the Prince added to your body, you’ll wake up to his face smushed against your own, with the Prince still snoring away, having turned off his phone but not rolling back to his side of the bed. Resulting in you shoving and prodding at the man to get him off, so by the time you actually get up your body is already pumping with energy of shoving the man off as trying to move a sleeping Noctis is like trying to move a sleeping cat, not happening.
You wouldn’t say it’s a normal way to wake up, but it’s pretty effective.
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Prompto
Prompto absolutely loves waking up beside you, a nice night holding you close. So it always takes him awhile to decide to wake you up. Depending on which way you’re facing him, the blonde would place sweet little kisses to your face if you were facing him, until those eyes opened and greeted him and the day.
Should you be facing away from him, he’ll place little kisses against your shoulder blades and neck, until you roll over, so that he can start the assault on your face. He has often stated, that he wants to be the first thing you see, so that you can see his love.
Yet if the little mischief blonde is feeling extra spunky, typically on your shared off day, he’ll grab a hold of the covers and yank hard. Leaving you shrieking at the blonde, about being unblanketed and exposed to the elements of the bedroom.
You thought that you’d could counter this by sleeping nude, yet you found this only seemed to momentarily stun the man, before you spend all day in bed together.
Being woken up by Prompto is always an adventure.
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Gladiolus
Everyone, everywhere knows that Gladiolus the future King’s Shield is a heater of a person! Just pure heat, and you often find yourself falling to that warm comfort of a heating pad. Head resting on his chest, just above his heart, which has often led you to lulling into deeper sleeps than needed.
Gladiolus often will wake you up with soft caresses up and down your bare skin, as the both of you alway attempt to sleep in the bare minimum. Which can often lead you giggling awake, only to have a sweet kiss pressed against your forehead, as the man sits up, forcing you to sit up as well, as you’re normally mostly on him, to start both of your day.
Other days, when Gladiolus compares you to Noct, he’ll physically pick you up snoring and all, before pulling you into the shower with himself to get ready. The first time he did this, you panicked resulting in you grabbing the shower curtain and failing out the tub, taking down the curtain ,which you got tangled in, and popping the bar out. Had Gladiolus not reached out to grab you, you were one thousand percent certain that you would have gotten a concussion from slamming your head into the toilet.
Now the big guy, held you close, or you’d wrap your arms and legs around the man, resting your head on his shoulder, still in a soft sleep, until the man made you climb down so that he could wash both of your fronts. Which would normally end with you being held against cold water, resulting in you shrieking and him laughing after you refused to climb down.
How either of you haven’t slipped or fallen is a mystery to you both.
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Ignis
A soft kiss against your cheek, before the ebony, before the shower, even before glasses. You’d feel a soft press of those lips against you every morning, than a slight whisper of a phrase you never grow tired of against your ear.
“I love you, my love, my world.”
Ignis always woke up before you, should you ever wake up before the man, it was normally due to the man being ill, or you happened to wake up prior to the alarms. Yet you’d wake up to those soft lips and that little phrase, and within 15 minutes, you’d head into the bathroom after Ignis to start your day.
Other times you’d still get your phrase, and kiss, but should you be in a deeper slumber on an off day. Ignis will start breakfast, if he didn’t hear the patter of your feet or your arms wrap around his waist while getting breakfast started. He’d sneak back into the bedroom, with whatever he was cooking that morning, bacon, omelet, crepes on a plate, and watch as you followed your nose from the bed.
Careful, so you won’t run into any door frames, or walls, he’d lead you to the kitchen table before helping you to sit, and placing your plate for you, with a kiss to the forehead. It always confused you when you woke up at the kitchen table mid-chew, and your beloved across the table sipping ebony, and eating across from you. Every time you’d ask, he’d simply state.
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.
Meeting Prompto is low key the best thing that ever happened to you.
Even if it was kind of a mess.
It’s a blind date that does it. Your friends set the two of you up at a diner in the city, and he is such a bouncy, sputtering nerd from the very moment you introduce yourself.
He can barely look you in the eyes without the fear of just screaming compliments at you because what the hell how are you so pretty and how is he actually on a date with you right now where did Noct even find you?
And you aren’t much better.
The second you see him standing there with that crooked grin and those big, blue eyes your brain short circuits and cheesy, 80s love songs start playing on a loop.
You’re pretty sure that within the amount of time to takes for your order to get to the table, you drink double your weight in ice water.
Like, you’re so nervous that your hands are practically vibrating, and naturally water dribbles all over you at least twice. Which makes him choke on his tongue and throw an insane amount of napkins in your direction like it will help.
Poor boy can’t stop staring into his cup as if it’s giving him advice on how to not screw this date up.
He does not. Because despite the awkward start, the two of you somehow, someway power through it and agree wholeheartedly to a second date. And a third. And so on.
Eventually all of the nerves that comes with a new relationship leave you both, but for the better part of six months he still turns a pretty shade of pink any time you look at him. Prom just can’t get over it. You are really so, so beautiful and he can’t help it.
He does try to hide it, often turning his chin down to burn a hole into a spot on the ground as you grin at him and continue with whatever you are saying.
Admittedly, you are just a little evil about it.
Sometimes you stroke a single fingertip down the warm skin of his cheek as you speak, just to see it darken in color. It’s pretty fascinating.
You’ve started a game with yourself where you count how many ways you can get him to blush. You’re currently at 143 (and still counting).
One of your favorite ways to get him all flustered is by giving him kisses on the nose. It makes him giggle, high pitched and shaky as he turns strawberry pink all the way to the tips of his ears.
Being this close to him has many perks.
From this proximity you can memorize every single freckle, every pale lash that rests against the softness of his cheeks, and the curve of his lips beneath his scrunched up nose.
You commit to memory every tiny detail of him and catalogue it in your brain under the never ending list of things you love about him. And, then you’re making out with him because who can blame you.
SPEAKING OF FRECKLES.
You are absolutely obsessed with them, and you make it known like ten times a day.
It usually starts when you’re cuddling. Prompto will be sprawled out on the bed with you, nuzzled into the front of your shirt and voice muffled as you talk about your day and such.
You don’t know how it happens, but you always end up starting at his shoulders, counting out each little freckle one by one.
At this point, he knows you’re going to start before you do, and often times you can feel him shaking with laughter against your chest. It absolutely does not stop you when he teases you about it, and it never will.
Every ten or so are punctuated with a press of your lips to whatever part of him you can reach, and you don’t cease until one of you falls asleep or you lose count all together.
One day he shows up to Noctis’s place with a face full of tiny, drawn-in constellations. It didn’t take much convincing for him to agree to let you play connect the dots with one of your felt tipped eyeliner pens.
You were so cute, tongue sticking out as you concentrated on getting the lines straight and stopping each time you finished one to explain the meaning behind it.
He totally teared up when he had to wash it off before bed that night. Not that he’d ever admit to it.
Prompto is extremely supportive of anything you do, especially if it will make you happy. Sometimes to the extent of annoying his friends by going on about this awesome new thing you’re up to.
“Noct! Did you see this pic of what Y/N made for dinner last night?”
“You jealous that my girlfriend is a better cook than you, Iggy?”
“Prompto, it was just take out that I put on to a plate for you. You literally watched it happen.”
Remembers every anniversary and every important date, even makes up his own important dates and discreetly reminds you a couple days before hand bc he’s a good boy.
He is very thoughtful. The king of homemade gifts!!!! They are all so well made that at first you think he purchased them.
Your first anniversary was when he gave you a giant photo album full of pictures that he’d been taking in secret.
A lot of them were of you in various situations, of the places you’d been to together, or just of things that reminded him of you.
Every time you flipped to a page that had a selfie of him in it you screamed out loud about how handsome he is and how much you love seeing him.
He hid in the couch cushions, nervous laughing and smiling so hard that it made his cheeks ache.
This sweet little baby is so full of love for you that sometimes it physically hurts.
But like any other human being, Prom’s not always 100% sunshine and rainbows.
He’s too nice, too sweet, and too scared to ruin your mood so a lot of the time he just won’t tell you if something is wrong.
His feelings will eat away at him until it gets so bad that you have to pry it from him, wrapping every limb around his frame and not letting go until he tells you what’s up.
It’s something the two of you are working on, and it’s becoming easier and easier for both of you– easier for you to catch the tiny hints that something’s wrong, and easier for him to talk to you about it, too.
Prompto always wants to be connected to you in some way. His hands are always grabbing for yours, and if there’s ever a situation where hand holding is somehow not okay his pinkie is still sneaking over.
He just wants to know you’re real and that you’re still with him sometimes.
A ball of energy that is constantly bouncing around, fidgeting, or rocking you from side to side if you’re near him.
This is accompanied by him humming little songs under his breath, soft and sweet against the shell of your ear.
You aren’t sure if he notices, honestly.
Gets cold so easily in the winter months!!! You had to purchase him several giant hoodies for Christmas last year because every single time he went to touch you his hands felt like ice cubes.
Will unzip the hoodie and make you get into it with him before zipping it back up.
Because he’s kind of a demon who can get whatever he wants from you just by pouting and calling you your favorite pet name.
Nicknames make him melt into a pile of mush! The dumber they sound, the better they are to him.
One time you called him “Little Spork” after a particularly good cuddle session and he laughed so hard that he fell out of bed.
You’ll do anything if it makes him happy. Well, pretty much anything.
You still refuse to let him take those special pictures of you, no matter how precious those begging eyes of his are.
It’s only a matter of time before you give in though, and he knows it.
So yeah, this boy will be the end of you honestly, and you wouldn’t have it any other damn way.
in the horizon is the
text you got from your boyfriend, saying he will help himself inside your place
and wait for you to come home.
Noctis
Seeing you
walk through the door with slumped shoulders and a scowl decorating your pretty
face scares him. What happened? Are you okay? He is all over you, checking you
for physical injuries his mind conjured up in overdrive. He won’t let it go
before he hears what has happened.
When you
tell him you just had a shitty day at work, he will feel bad for you, but also
make it his personal goal for the day to make you feel better. Noctis is
relieved to hear your state of mind is something he can help with.
He wheedles
you until you allow yourself to be escorted into the bedroom. Then, the Needy
Prince™ showers you with silly kisses, cuddling and tickling you until you
elicit a smile and laugh because of his ministrations.
Prompto
It’s hard
to stay in bad mood when you’re in the same room with this sunshine child. He
understands if you don’t want to dwell on it, but he is always ready to listen.
He even encourages you to vent, if that’s what you need. Prompto might not be
the best one to offer advice, but no one can surpass him as a shoulder to cry
on.
Other than lending
his ear, Prompto is ready and able to tear your mind off the shitty day. By
whatever means necessary. Be it something sweet to eat, a walk outside or just
a warm hug, he’s got you. Silly photoshoots and extemporaneous things to do are
his strong suit. He is very persistent in coaxing any idea out of you that
might make you feel better.
Gladio
Just a
simple question of “What’s wrong babe?” escapes him as soon as you
walk into his field of vision. Trying to hide or downplay the fact that your
day has been awful is no use – Gladio will pry the information about what
happened from you.
He hugs you
while you bury your face into his chest, and strokes your hair. When he feels
you relax, he is ready to do anything to help your brighten up, you only need
to ask.
Gladio is
ready to go teach a lesson to anyone who makes you feel so shitty and you will
end up trying to calm him down.
However, he is quick to apologize for his reaction and strong words, but just
knowing the extent of what he would do for you makes you feel better.
Ignis
The moment
you step inside your apartment, a delicious smell greets you. Of course Ignis
would prepare a dinner to wait for you to come home. Seeing your frown makes
him instantly abandon the cooking and come over to you. Any resulting burnt
food is nowhere near as important as hearing you to tell him what’s causing you
to sulk.
Ignis appreciates
it if you’re willing to confide in him, but he understands if the issue is
something you don’t wish to discuss anymore. Though he knows your work so well,
that he can probably guess what’s got you under the weather.
After
dinner, Ignis has you sit on a cushion on the floor and settles behind you on
the couch. He massages your tight shoulders until you relax while talking about
anything you’d like.
Nyx
Nyx is
actually sleeping soundly in your bed after a deployment when you come home. Your
troubles seem miniscule next to the fact that he has come safely home, back to
you, once more. But also just seeing him after a long time makes your heart
lighter.
You quietly
shed your working clothes and crawl into the bed next to him. Of course you
cannot physically be so silent, that you wouldn’t wake up the hero of the
Kingsglaive. Nyx stirs enough to open his arms and pulls you close. With his
sleepy grunts and hoarse “Welcome home” in your ears, your shitty day
gets much better.
Ravus
Ravus
definitely notices something is off when he lays his eyes on you. But, don’t
expect him to start questioning what’s wrong. He is big on personal space,
especially emotionally, and extends the same courtesy for you. He knows you’ll
tell him if it’s something that concerns him or if you just need to talk.
He makes
the effort of being more attentive to you until you feel better. The thing with
Ravus is, he will gladly comfort you when you need it, but he won’t tout it, so
you really can’t be shy about your needs. If you want something from him, you
have to say it out loud.
Ravus can
be really affectionate, when it is called for, but his forte in helping you to
feel better is a comfortable silence.
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