Author: chocobostrinket

Chocobros react to finding out their s/o is actually a descendent from a long forgotten royal family

For this ask’s sake, let’s imagine that once upon a time, Galahd had their own ruling family before joining with Lucis. Let’s also imagine that being of royal blood could curb the fighting in Galahd if the empire gets a hold of their descendant. (Using their safety as leverage over the citizens or something.) It’s a well guarded secret on the islands of just who those descendants are, because they still care for the royal family of course, but then then empire finds the records and traces it down the the last remaining heir.

The boy’s S/O.

The S/O is summoned to the council because of this, and whoever they’re dating tagged along for moral support. The council drops the information on them and warns them of the danger they’re in. They’d like them to move into the Citadel to be placed under protection, which the Kingsglaive, who are mostly Galahdian, are all too happy to provide. (They’d heard rumors of the royal family surviving to this day, but to meet them and see them was something else entirely.)

They leave the council and from there, the boys react.

Noctis:

He’d slowly turn toward them as soon as they were alone, his eyes big and mouth pressed into a line. If you could hear his thoughts, they’d all be screaming. 

Royalty. For all that is blessed by the Astrals, they’re ROYALTY. 

Normally, this revelation is flipped around. He’d never been the one shocked to learn someone was royalty. But now he was, and he’d feel very mixed about this.

He stares at them, trying to figure out if they’re as surprised by the revelation as he is, or if they knew. He can’t peg it down though, because his own mind is a jumble. He’d stutter and stammer, trying to ask them if they knew but they’d probably just kind of laugh it off.

They’d try and act normal, but he wouldn’t be able to let it go. And once he comes back to himself, he’s going to INSIST they move into the citadel as soon as possible because they’re in DANGER. Like, he’s not above throwing a mini tantrum to get them to listen to him.

Like, he’d going to whine, beg, pout, plead, and absolutely latch onto them like a little kid to convince them. Finally, he’d start going through logical reason why they should move in. He’s fairly convincing once he gets his head on straight.

(Honestly, I can imagine the S/O was going to say yes anyways, but seeing Noctis show so many emotions is rare.)

Prompto:

Once they’re by themselves, he cannot suppress the small screech of distress. His face had been pale since the council has spoke, and has yet to recover. The boy is terrified; for them and of them. He’d mutter an excuse and take off to try and process that he was accidentally dating someone of royal blood.

He’d worry about him being a commoner. Like, he can’t even claim a drop of blue blood! (At least not lucian…) Would he get in trouble for dating them? Did this change things between them? Would they have to break up?

Honestly, his mind would be going a mile a minute. Then he’d realize that if they moved into the Citadel, seeing them would be rare. But it was for the best, and he’d want them safe, so he’d start putting distance between them. Hiding from them at every turn. Out right diving into bushes to avoid being seen by them.

He’d be fully willing to let them go. He’d be heart broken over it, but he’d want them to be safe and happy.

(HOWEVER, he’s going to be mildly upset and extremely flustered when they finally catch up with him and shake some sense into him. They’d lay his doubts to rest and wouldn’t let anything change between them. They’d even refuse moving into the citadel.)

Normal for the Spider|Chaos for the fly

So I saw a cute AU by @prompto-cam and it inspired me to sit down and write something after so long. It’s probably a little deviant from their idea, but I tried my best. I just really thought this following scene was too irresistible not to write out, and honestly, I have a HUGE soft spot for Aranea. 

It wasn’t unusual for creatures to come to her in desperation. Here in the darkness of her caverns, spiders had brought her knowledge for as long as she could remember. Whispered to her in words only she, an arachne, could understand. The spiders had taken care of her in this way, telling her what she could do with the information. They’d taught her that knowledge could be used. Selling it, trading it, giving it, all of that had originally served to protect her from harm when she was younger.

But now she was old enough not to need that protection. No. Instead she’d turned it into a weapon, a device for her to leverage what she needed from those who dared come to her. The knowledge was enough of a siren’s call that she never wanted for much, even with her reputation for ending those who dared disrespect her in her own home. 

It became monotonous. They’d come, they’d ask, they’d die or leave.

So the day a centaur came into her cavern, she was braced for the same song and dance. However, there was something in his eye that caused her pause. She’d usually set the person requesting knowledge on a dangerous path, requesting things that she wouldn’t be able to get otherwise. The horn of one of Leviathan’s narwhals, good for protection for the horn never dulls. Things of that caliber.

But him? She liked him. He stood tall and did not cower. His eyes burned for the knowledge, and it was plain for all to see just how much he was willing to pay for what he asked of her. If she didn’t have a reputation to upkeep, she’d have simply given him when he’d wanted, Paid for by the passion in his heart. However, she couldn’t do that. So she requested something easy. Simple. 

“Cakes.”

“Cakes?” 

He’d questioned her price, and she promptly gave a stinging reminder that she could just was easily asked for something like werewolf blood, or pixie wings, or even a vampire’s fang. He let it go after that, which was good. She’d have hated to up the price on him.

It was only half a day later that there was another coming into her cave. She sighed and rolled her neck. She crawled silently along the cavern’s ceiling, watching and observing the small being that was carefully making his way into her home with six boxes in his arms. 

Oh this would be fun.

She dropped down, landing with a soft thump, and said, “And just what are you doing here, Shortcake?” 

“CAKES!” He shouted, panic laced in his voice as he held them out to her. “Gladio said you like cakes and I got you cakes because we need help and cakes are good so if you could eat these cakes and not me and maybe just tell me where we find this magical thing and I can be on my merry way and not die please oh god don’t eat me!”

If she’d know what he was carrying, she would have called him a different name. The panic on his face was clear, but still she could see the resolve in his eyes to help his friends. Even through his fear. Oh, what a gift the day was, meeting two people that she rather liked.

“Hmm…maybe I should add you to the price for what the centaur asked.” She teased. She’d never keep a live creature. She preferred her solitude, but he didn’t know that. 

He was shaking like a leaf in the wind as she brushed by him, purposely trailing one of her legs across his back. She put the cakes off to the side and then went back to him. She sat on the floor, and ran her hands through his hair as she spoke. She told him where they could find someone to heal their friends, the paths to take, and the distance to go. And as she spoke she laced spiders webs through the strands. 

It was late in the day and she’d assumed that as soon as she told him what he wanted to know that he’d run off. The webs would mark him as under her protection, at least until he reached the centaur. No creature of the night would dare touch him.

And as she’d guessed, as soon as she finished speaking, he thanked her and charged off. A laugh left her, and she found herself hoping that maybe they’d returned with another request. 

79 for GladioxReader pls?

LATE NEW YEARS POST WOOOOO BOY. I know it’s not new years anymore, but still. Have a thing! 😀

Drabble Challenge: #79 – “My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”

Speaking over the music was a challenge. It thrummed through the air, shaking you to your bones. Gladio, thanks to his size, had managed to get to you on the dance floor and pull you into a booth near by. Both of you were dizzy with happiness, and giddy from the drinks. 

It was New Years night, and this club in particular had been closed to the public for those close to the crown. Nobles and retainers alike were celebrating together, free from having to worry about press and security leaks. The prince, ordinarily in Gladio’s charge for such a night, had elected to stay in his apartment, bringing in the year with his best friend, and Ignis. 

Being the person ‘courting’ Gladio had it’s perks. This was probably the best new years party you’d been to. However, the music was starting to become ridiculously loud, and the air too stuffy for you to handle. 

“Let’s leave!” You shouted about the music, your face flushed and feeling giggly. 

“Leslie? My name isn’t Leslie…Who’s Leslie?” Gladio was snickering behind his hand. It looked like you weren’t the only one who might need fresh air.

“I said, Let’s leave!” You ended up laughing as Gladio nodded and began tugging you along through the crowd. It didn’t take long to reach the front doors. You went out without your coats, figuring you’d be coming right back in. The cool night air was doing wonders for you both. The the shouts and cheers from inside the club caught your attention.

10…9…8…

When had it gotten so late? 

“Gladio!” You shouted when he suddenly swept you up into his arms. Normally not a big feat for him, but with the alcohol in his system, he staggered backwards until his was leaning against the wall with you still in his arms.

5…4…3…

Both of you laughed as you adjusted your weight in his arms, lost together in the giddiness of the night. He soon regained his feet just in time to press a soft kiss to your mouth. 

2…1…

It started with a gentle pressing of his lips to yours. It was cautious, almost reminiscent of your first kiss. As if scared he’d hurt you, or scare you away… Then his movements became more heated. A soft bite to your bottom lip to gain admittance, tongue slowly exploring the inside of your mouth. He took his time, wanting you dazed, wanting you to feel just how much you meant to him. Eventually, the need to breath would become too much to bear, and you’d have to pull away.

But not yet. Not yet.

“Happy new year.” He whispered against your lips, before continuing his kiss. 

💐 25 flower asks

ask-bait:

  • rose – describe your crush.
  • cherry-blossom – do you believe in love at first sight?
  • daisy – what’s your best childhood memory?
  • daffodil – which colour suits you best?
  • peony – do you put more value in honour or truth?
  • iris – favourite 90s song?
  • sunflower – sun or moon?
  • narcissus – your best physical feature?
  • freesia – are you still friends with the person you considered your best friend two years ago?
  • orchid – favourite fruit?
  • violet – have you had your first kiss?
  • gypsophila – do you prefer many distant friends, or a few close friends?
  • gerbera – neon or pastel?
  • carnation – does true love exist?
  • alstroemeria – dream vacation?
  • anemone – were you ever interested in greek mythology?
  • cymbidium – sexuality?
  • rhododendron – what’s your biggest fear?
  • tulip – lucky number?
  • gladiolus – who do you look up to most?
  • snapdragon – favourite mythical creature?
  • hydrangea – proudest moment?
  • heather – what’s your favourite musical?
  • delphinium – what’s your star sign – does it suit you?
  • ginger – least favourite food?