I think Noctis might be a good match! He’s quiet and subtle, and would willing to understand autism and make sure he doesn’t make things overwhelming for you. Being a crybaby would mean he’d probably worry about you through out the day, and hope to calm you down if you do end up crying. Aside from that, I think he’d enjoy the contrast in your styles. He’d love the colors.
I think Gladiolus would be your match. Around stranger’s, most of the time all eyes would be on him due to his size. He can also be sort of a social buffer, and ease you into the conversation if you wished. Being the prince’s shield, one could assume he’d be able to read small cues on how you’re feeling. He’d also have a good sense to know when to leave you be and let you be alone, though truthfully he’d probably want to spend as much time with you as possible.
i thin Ignis would match well with you. You’re both considered the ‘mom’ friend, so together you’d be nearly unstoppable in mothering anyone who came across you both. Ignis is always kind of reserved, but I think he’d treasure seeing you become loud and jumpy around him, and know it was a sign of become closer. As for your jealous streak, Ignis would be understanding to a point. As long as there’s no false accusations or picking fights about it, I think he’d find it endearing that you would be jealous over him.
Areana, at first glance, would seem a poor choice. But I think your laid-back attitude would be a nice contrast to her own very goal-oriented personality. And your resourcefulness would be something she’d admire, and it would lead her to trust you to watch your own back. And if you fall into a depressed state I’m almost certain she’d be willing to lend you her own strength to pull you through until you found your footing again.
Prompto and you would go well together I think. You’re both creative individuals, and his exuberant nature would offset your shyness. Aside from that, I think he’d mildly struggle with knowing you have depression and worry he wouldn’t know how to help. But, like in all things, he’d strive to do his best to support you anyways.
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.)
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.
So I did a thing. I think I’ll start posting on AO3 as well. Might move some of my longer works over there.
Summary:
After returning from being on the front lines, the Glaive is celebrating surviving another battle with each other. This leads to an interesting moment between the (somewhat) recently transferred in Aramis and long time member Sonitus.
*Takes place during Kingsglaive.
A Dance with Sonitus – ChocobosTrinket (Neverforget94) – Final Fantasy XV [Archive of Our Own]
…What if Cor had been more like Prompto after he faced Gilgamesh. Like, imagine a happier bubbly Cor rather than the hardened level headed one he became. Like, he’d settle down eventually probably after saving Prompto from being an experiment and seeing the horrors that the empire was willing to perform on infants I mean what?, but just imagine.
Regis and Clarus, rather than being surprised by the maturity Cor displays after he recovers to being surprised by Cor ACTING HIS AGE.
Cor that still manages to do his job, but regularly runs off to arcades or gets into trouble.
Pranks from him would be scarily well planned. Like. All his training and experience turned against his friends. (Like Regis’s cloak is replaced with one that’s a dark blue instead of black, but only a few people can manage to tell the shades apart. A perfectly timed water balloon falling from the ceiling of a hall while Clarus was only passing through and ends up late to a meeting with Cor.)
Nervous tics. Maybe he chews on his thumb when he’s in social situations. Like, he’s trying to be social but he just never learned how or cared to before. But he would like more friends.
Young Cor actually SMILING.
Dares. He comes up with the worse dares.
“Regis, I dare you to jump from your balcony onto the library roof while you’re only allowed one warp.”
“That’s absurd why would I do that?”
“Knew you couldn’t do it.”
“…Hold my coat Clarus.”
“Regis NO.”
Surprise, he loves sleep as a teenager just like everyone else. And often naps in odd places. (Clarus found him on the top of the citadel with an arm hanging off the edge once. Nearly killed the shield with a heart attack.)
Cor staying up too late and texting his friends at odd hours, from even odder places that only someone with his skills could have gotten to. (A 15 year old with crownsguard training, who thought THAT was a good idea?) Like, imagine the conversations.
“Clarus, look, aren’t those thunderbombs cool looking above the water?”
“How in the infernian’s wrath did you get out of the city Cor?”
Clarus trying to do damage control by tiring him out in training, but the kid, despite his childish antics, has lost absolutely no skill in combat and still gives him a run for his money. Often back fires.
Fist fights. He gets into fist fights with other soldiers regularly over the Immortal nickname.
Pfft, hell, Clarus just ends up being responsible for him in general, and Cor unofficially gets an older brother.
Actually lets people know when he’s scared of something. They never let him live it down that he’s afraid of GRASSHOPPERS. But they also make sure that he’s never burned too badly if caught in a fire attack when they find out he’s afraid of fire.
Keeps candy in his pockets and will throw pieces at unsuspecting people who look like they need a smile. Most often ends up being Regis and Clarus. (Regis mostly gets pelted in the back of the head.)
Imagine Final Fantasy 