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.
It makes him smile. You’re just as excited to see him as he is to see you! That’s all he could ask for in a partner
He’ll probably pick you up and spin you around because he’s always found it romantic when he saw other people doing it to their significant others
Ravus
It startles him every time he sees your running out of nowhere to launch yourself into him
The first time you did it he actually ran, but don’t bring that up. He’s embarrassed
He still might run. He never gets used to it
Gladio
He’s excited, but in a much more chill way than Nyx
Even though you’ve thrown yourself at him full speed, with all of your weight, he doesn’t budge?? He doesn’t even stumble?? It’s like running into a wall or something
You’ll probably get teased for being so excitable. “I guess you’re happy to see me, huh?”
Noctis
He’s been friends with Prompto for a while so he kinda just accepts it and lets you fling yourself into his arms
He might sway a little bit, because he’s not as solid as Gladio, but he doesn’t fall or anything
If for whatever reason you ever stop running at him as a greeting, he’ll actually be a little sad. “Why don’t you tackle me anymore? Did I do something wrong?”
Prompto
Don’t.
Just… don’t. Odds are he’s already running toward you full speed and you’re gonna knock each other out
If you still take the chance, there’s still going to be mild injuries. You can’t rugby tackle a little guy like Prompto and expect everything to be perfectly okay
Ignis
He might be a little embarrassed but as long as he’s not holding coffee or anything, you’ll be okay
I say “you’ll be okay” because if he is holding coffee, his instinct is to side step you and let you fall or something. He doesn’t mean it and he feels horrible, but Prompto has trained him to be like that
Otherwise he’ll just give a little laugh and pat you on the back
Finally, the secret to how his waistline looks so damn good in that uniform.
Next up:
• Sensory Deprivation (Crowe x Nyx – dice’s choice) • Sex Work (Promptio – my choice, based on @crossedquills’ fic “Glory”) • Tiddy fucking (Gladnoct – your choice + dice) • Micro/Macro (Bringing out Titan!Eren x Levi for this one!)
He honestly just assumes that this means he won’t have a soulmate anymore. He’s a little sad about it, but he just files it away with the other things that have disappointed him in life. It’s no big deal
But then he meets you. He actually likes you a lot. He daydreams about you being his soulmate
And then he gets to know you, and it’s eating away at him that somebody else is going to get to snatch you up.
To make this worse, he sees everyone else’s timers progressing. Luna’s hit zero when she met a new maid for the first time. Loqi’s is red and glaring, which means he’s going to meet his soulmate soon.
Even Ardyn’s is zero, slightly faded as the years have progressed. Ravus feels jealous of the chancellor, who he normally hates. It’s driving him crazy.
So he tries to sneak a glance at your wrist one day, but he realizes that you’re always covering it
He asks about your timer, but you just smile and shrug. This confuses him even more, because people are generally willing to talk about their timers
And then one day, you approach him and show him that your wrist is on zero. His heart sinks…
… until you kiss him on the cheek and tell him it’s been on zero since the day you bumped into him while he was working
“Why didn’t you say something?” “I wanted to ask you out like a normal person. I didn’t wanna shove my wrist in your face and ask for your hand in marriage.”
Ravus actully gets choked up. He’ll deny that he cried, but you’ll never forget the sight of the Big Bad Ravus crying and running his thumb over your knuckles.
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.
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.
Because I always get asked if my brother is my boyfriend and I want them to feel similar. muahahaha.
mistaken for the father: “It’s so rare to see dads spending time with their kids.”
Cor – His head turned red – A deep red – The kind of red you would see when blood drips onto a dark surface – There is so much blood in his head he’s a little dizzy – His S/O has to save the person that mistook him for the father – Because by the Astrals he never had to deal with something like that – He’s offended and confused
Regis – He’s looking for that mentioned father – Takes him a while to understand – Then he chokes on his own spit – He really wants to explain – But on the other hand, he doesn’t want to look like a creep – They literally think his S/O is his kid – That’s stress – He could look like a criminal to them if he told the truth – “They- they’re not…” – Decides not to say anything
Drautos – Faces them with the intensity of a thousand suns burning in his eyes – He about to kill someone – He’s not THAT old all right?! – “They’re not my kid.” – His voice probably froze someone into a statue
Bonus: Ardyn – “I mean they do call me Daddy sometimes.” – And with that, he’s done – Happily gives his S/O a little kiss
Imagine: Their S/O jumping in, pointing at them and shouting: “You are not the father.”
Mistaken for the brother: “You’re such a nice brother.”
Gladio – Laughs – Until he notices they seriously think he’s his S/O’s brother – “Oh, I’m not their brother.”
Ignis – Doesn’t know how to feel about this – He’s a little confused – Why would someone think he’s their brother? – “You are terribly mistaken, I am not their brother.”
Prompto – Stutters – Stumbles over his words so much – I don’t even believe he’s breathing anymore – He’s so red – “I’m. I mean. I. Um.” – He a little shy so he needs some try and error until he can tell them he’s not the brother
Noctis – Chokes on his own spit – Considers dying his hair immediately – “I am,” kinda deep breath because he needs air after that choking sound, “not their brother.”
Nyx – He confused – Looks at the person – Then to his S/O – Back at the person – “You can’t seriously think we’re siblings.” – Looks at his S/O – “You look way cuter than I, how could I possibly be your brother?”
Bonus:
Ravus – He’s the King when it comes to not handling a situation – Because he’s really quiet – Looks at his S/O dead serious – “We’re leaving.” – Leaves.
Imagine: Their S/O going: “All right bro let’s go!” And slapping their ass really hard.
I had to do research for this one lol. I also don’t feel like I have a good enough grasp on Cor to write him, so… I apologize.
Mild NSFW Warning!
Noctis knows next to nothing about lingerie, and he’s not too fond of lace, but he still wants to tease his s/o. So, he goes for the most form-fitting (and sheer) attire that he can get his hands on, something that accents every curve.
Prompto might go for the classic fancy/lacy panties deal. He’ll purposely get the design that’s mostly strings with a patch of fabric out front. The string going back fits nicely between his butt-cheeks and his dick fits very nicely in the fabric patch out front. It bulges it a little and leaves just enough to the imagination.
In my research I saw a lil thong with a zipper out front. The zipped part, obviously, goes over the dick. Gladio would be so up for this. The only trouble is finding one that fits him. But imagine him slowly undoing the zipper…
I feel like Ignis would def go for a suspenders and garter belt combo. He already wears suspenders outside of the bedroom, he already knows he looks great in them, why not amplify it? May or may not wear stockings along with it. (He’s got great legs… and he knows it.)
The High Commander doesn’t have any qualms about going commando. So, Ravus has one special thing he reserves just for his s/o. It’s really just a leather strap low around his hips with a ring right in the center for him to slip himself through. (The ring is large enough to not act as a cock ring, mind you, but he has one sized like that, too.)
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