Tag: final fantasy xv

How good would each chocobros be at giving massages? lolz!

Noctis:

Middling. He doesn’t really know how to give one, considering his own aversion to people touching his back, but he’d be willing to try. It would result in a massage that was basically pressing too hard in one place, and not hard enough in another. But hey, it’s the thought that counts. 

Prompto: 

He’d be a little too gentle, for fear of pressing too hard, but does make a decent effort. Unlike Noctis, his massage is going to be more even than anything, and though you’d still feel some strain on your back muscles, it’s considerably less. 

Ignis:

He, surprisingly, doesn’t know how to give one. But having received them before, has a starting reference. And his eye for detail would be able to pick up what feels nice to you, or when he might be hurting you. All in all, you’d be super relaxed by the end of it. 

Gladiolus:

He knows how to give a massage. A serious massage. He actually learned how so he could stop his own muscles from cramping, but now since you asked…He’d also probably be the best at it, and he’d be able to rub out tension in your muscles you didn’t even know you had. You’d probably be a puddle on the floor because of how relaxed you were by the end. 

Head canons of the boy band reacting to drunk reader confessing their feelings and not remembering the next morning?

Noctis: 

He would probably be drunk too honestly. But not drunk enough not to remember. 

He’d worry over you and offer you his couch to sleep it off until you’re functional enough to go home. 

However, you have a different idea and confess everything to him as he’s settling you down on the couch. It’s a soft and simple confession. “This is why I love you.”

He’d be frozen for a moment, before flushing from head to toe and finishing putting a blanket on you.

He’d pay it no mind, and then next day you wouldn’t bring it up, so he wouldn’t either. 

He’d agonize over it for weeks until he finally caves and asks the bros for help figuring out if they meant it. 

They come up with extravagant plans and ideas to try and get them to admit their feelings. They’d be so into it, they wouldn’t notice that you had already slipped into the room and were listening to them.

Sure you’d be embarrassed, but you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from throwing out a suggestion or two yourself. Which, the boys wouldn’t even notice. They’d probably think what you’d said was a great idea honestly, and keep the brain storm rolling.

…At least until one of them, probably Ignis, realizes you’re there and fall silent. Which results in the other boys falling silent too. They all end up staring at you for a few moments with eyes that could rival an owl’s.

That’s when they all bolt, leaving Noctis behind, who’d be trying to smother himself in a throw pillow out of embarrassment of the shenanigans they’d come up with. 

Just poke him in the side, he’s ticklish so he’ll jump really high and end up pulling his face off the pillow so you guys could talk.

With embarrassment on both parts, yourself admitting that you’d never meant to say it to him, due to the fact you were sure he was in love with someone else, and him due to his own juvenile reaction during the past few weeks, you manage to sort things out. 

The next day, he’d happily tell the guys that he didn’t need all those plans after all. 

Prompto:

“I love you.”

“Aw! I love you too!”

There’d be no hesitation in him when he says it back. Having been the one to start your mini drinking party, he’d already be pretty drunk himself. 

However, he does have a higher tolerance, and realizes immediately what he’s said, and out of sheer need to hide, buries his face in the nearest surface. …Which just happens to be you. 

Out of habit, because you guys cuddle a lot as is, you wrap your arms around him. Only this time, you say you love him again. 

He pops back up and looks at you in the eye, his bottom lip wobbling. “Do you really mean it?” (He’s a very emotional drunk, unfortunately, or fortunately, for you.)

In response you just kiss his face, stating you want one for each freckle, mumbling about how freckles are fairy kisses, and you want to be the only one who’s kissed him. 

Eventually, you end up cuddling with each other, and trading cheek kisses before falling asleep. (It was only fair, he’d say, if you got to kiss his freckles then for each kiss he got to kiss you.)

Upon waking, you have a killer hangover and no memory of what you’d said. But he did.

From then on, around you’d he’d be especially sweet. And almost painfully shy. Nothing but sweet smiles and gentle gestures.

He’d trust what you said, because you’d never been a dishonest person around him. He’d know what you’d said you’d really meant. And though initially, he’d be saddened by the fact you didn’t remember, he’d also take comfort in the fact that you’d meant it. 

Eventually, you’d ask him about his behavior and he’d only say that he thought it was cute you were jealous because of his freckles and fairies. It would throw you for a loop, and probably turn your face as red as a cherry because you’d only THOUGHT about that story of freckles being fairy kisses and….wait how’d he know you were jealous because of his freckles in particular?

He’d wanted you to remember on your own, but because you’d asked, he’d tell you. And bits an pieces would float back to you, but it’d never fully return. But you’d both be happy, because you’d know your feelings are returned.

Ignis:

You’d knock on his door and the moment he’d answer, you’d be flinging your arms around him and practically cheering his name.

“Ignis!” He’d probably have to catch you, since you’d be a bit unbalanced. He’d then usher you into his place, troubled that you were so inebriated. His concern would cause him to ask if something was wrong, worried that you were so drunk to avoid a problem or something.

There isn’t, you just wanted to see him. 

You’d manage to convince him to let you stay, honestly he’d be too worried for you to let you out of his sight, and you end up dragging him into some shenanigans. 

He’s not one for dancing with no music, but with you he finds it endearing. 

Honestly, for one so drunk, you have a surprising amount of energy. It takes him an alarming amount of time to convince you to try and sleep it off, and an even longer time to get you to sleep.

The whole while, you keep telling him how kind he is, how lovely, and just before you fall asleep, you state that you’ve always loved him because of it.

He’s glad you’re asleep, so there’s no one to witness one of the very few times he loses his composure and mildly freaking out into his hands because: A) you just told him you love him, and B) you stated always have.

He’s of the mind that drunk words are sober thoughts, so in the morning, he treats you kindly, ensuring your comfort, and trying to lessen your headache as much as possible. 

Though you’re mortified that you somehow ended up here, it helped seeing him, and him taking care of you. (Thankfully, it was a weekend, so Ignis wasn’t need by Noctis till monday.)

He spends the day taking care of you, and swears he doesn’t mind. Truthfully, he’d taking the opportunity in your company to mull over his own feelings toward you. But also, he’d be subtly trying to figure out if you remember what you said or not.

It then end, he’d determine that you didn’t remember, but he’d know that he felt the same way. However, he’d prefer to wait until you weren’t reeling from a hang over and for a day when you wouldn’t feel the need to be drunk to tell him such things. 

Gladiolus:

Saying that you love Gladio was something that was common, just like when you said you loved, Ignis, Prompto, Noctis, Iris….Basically, you really, really, love your friends. 

So while walking home with Gladio from the bar, you say you do love him, and he smiles, figuring it was just the platonic love that you felt again. 

…So it’d throw him for a loop when you lean up and kiss him before turning and heading into your apartment for the night. 

The next day, he doesn’t beat around the bush and straight out asks if you remember the walk home. To which you’d respond no, and kind of shrug it off, figuring that the reason he asked was because he didn’t remember either.

But then it’s your turn to be thrown for a loop when he leans down and kisses you before walking off.

In the end, you don’t really talk about it after all. There’s no need. Through out the day you both spend the day sneaking up and kissing the other, as if playing kissing tag. It’s very clear by the end of the day that you like each other.

(And half the citadel has almost been sickened by how cute you both are, while the other half has turned to jelly over how cute you two are.)

chocobostrinket:

UGGGHHH I HATE writers block!!!! Like, I have all these cool ideas in my head that I want to share with ya’ll, but when I sit down to write them they just won’t come out. D: So…I guess I’ll post a list of things I’m working on so far.

  • A Dark Game Chapter 2: Waiting

It’s
been months since Noctis had been by Prompto. Things between Prompto and his father are more strained than ever with his controlled return to Niflheim’s high society. Noctis has been working in the shadows with a high stakes plan that is put into motion. Prompto’s wait is over. 

  • Distorted reflections sequel: Through shaded eyes.

Loqi, ankle now healed, has to come to a decision on whether to return to his life on the run among the daemons, or continue his life among the refugees in Lestallum, helping the survival effort. 

  • Nan Chapter 1

A story of Ignis and Noctis’s caretaker, and Cor’s part time paramour, and all that entails. Featuring baby Ignis and Noctis, a younger Cor, and many thwarted  kidnapping plots. 

  • Lucian Thief Sequel: Killer/Healer

A Sunna side story. Once a year her and Cor meet up to reminisce and hang onto the memory of the one life they saved together. The next day, they each have their own encounter with a young man who just happened to celebrate his birthday the day before. 

  • Unity AU: Outline

Everyone lives AU (because there are never enough of those). Noctis and Carbuncle wreck a lot of the gods plans by accident. Regis managed to save all the Nox Fleurets. Shiva has a grudge to settle.The dogs keep sneaking off to a boy with hair brighter than Luna’s and Ravus’s because they like collecting kids that remind them of sunshine. (Ifrit as it turns out, is a natural blond when not corrupted by the scourge.) And much more. 

  • Kingsglaive Side story: Sawyer’s Birthday/Iris’s Escape

Sawyer is 15 turning 16 the day the citadel falls. A young Kingsglave who was still on duty at the citadel when the attack occurred. Her trainer and her fellow trainee were going to celebrate the signing and her birthday after everything was over. Now she’s in a fight for her life and the life of one Lady Amicitia, who’d she literally run into in the residential section while doing a sweep for survivors. 

  • Chirp Chapter 3: Cheep
  • Prompto’s wings are finally revealed! Along with some surprising information about the only member of his wing family. 
    • Sensory Prompts:

    Seven of these. I’ll let them be a surprise.

    • Baby birds

    A series of shorts set in the Chirp verse, of the boys when they were younger. 

    This is just a portion of things I want to get done. Like, I still want to do matchups, headcanons, and reader inserts. There are also a few stories I want to get out there about my own OC’s in the World of Ruin. There’s also a lot more I’ve planned and am in the process of plotting out. At the moment though I’m putting most of my energy into these things I’ve listed. Thank you for following for so long! And thank you for putting up with my inconsistent posting. 

    Day reblog

    Chirp – Chapter 1 – ChocobosTrinket (Neverforget94) – Final Fantasy XV [Archive of Our Own]

    Chapters: 2/?
    Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
    Rating: General Audiences
    Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
    Relationships: Undecided
    Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII, Clarus Amicitia, Crowe Altius, Nyx Ulric, Libertus Ostium, will update as they appear, Cor Leonis
    Additional Tags: Wing AU, Wings, world building, Friendship, Will be updated as I think of the tags
    Series: Part 1 of *Bird Noises*
    Summary:

    Wings are normal in this world, with different patterns that come with different meanings and abilities. Prompto just so happens to have a rare pattern that’s he’s been hiding since he was a child. But he couldn’t hide forever.

    Chirp – Chapter 1 – ChocobosTrinket (Neverforget94) – Final Fantasy XV [Archive of Our Own]

    Three Brothers – Imagine

    Imagine for a moment that, though Noctis is the child the crystal chose, he is not Regis’s only child. 

    Rather there was a young Galadian girl, with eyes that were the envy of Leviathan and hair the color of raven’s wings, the strands even changed in the sunlight light much like the feathers of the creatures. A hunter and fighter, fluid as the sea and no less forgiving. 

    He’d come back for her as he’d swore to do, but he was too many years too late. She had burned in the fires of war with a girl that looked too much like her, and much to young. He’d only been able to save her son, one who’s hair didn’t change color with the light, but was a dusty black. 

    Regis could recognize it from the mirror. 

    (But those eyes were not lost to him no. Her eyes still stared back at him from behind a Kingsglaive mask, and every time he saw them, he’d offer a silent prayer to the woman for forgiveness, for turning her son into his weapon.)

    The second great love of his life was a retainer of his. Her wit was sharper than anyone in the room with her, and her composure was second to none. Fair of hair and with eyes as green as the Duscaen forests. He was married, but his wife had been friends with him and only friend before this, and both had their romances on the side. 

    But then she had to end it and married a lord, another retainer of his, and stepped down as a retainer. The timing of their first child was off. “Premature by a month” they’d claimed. Part of him always wondered if the hurried wedding had anything to do with the fact that his hair, though fair like hers, was dusty like his.

    (And as the child grew, with her sharp wit, sharper even, but with the face he’d had when he was young, he knew. For the first six years of the child’s life, he watched over him, and decided that this one, this one at the very least, would be kept as close to himself as he dared.)

    The third came when the friend, seeing age and stress killing her king, offered her heart to him. She was the one who could stay. Who he wouldn’t have to leave behind. He accepted, loving her until her last breath when illness took her away. And the loving their child enough for the both of them, a child with his hair, and the blue of the crystal in his eyes once he was chosen as the crystal’s heir, but her face in his cheekbones, and an innocence that held onto him even into adulthood. 

    (How he’d cried when the crystal chose him for another fate. Was he cursed? Couldn’t he keep at least one of them safe? Couldn’t he hold at least one of the close?)

    When death came to him, he welcomed it, sending a young girl with his first son, praying that they’d live. 

    When death came for the first son, he didn’t regret it. He’d always had a connection with the king’s magic, and knew in the back of his mind that’d he be worthy of the ring, for only long enough to get it and Luna to safety. But he never knew why he was worthy until he was dead, and the kings had to deal with a stubborn ghost of a man, hell bent on cursing them in the after life for destroying the men that could have been his family. 

    Death couldn’t take the second son. No. Ignis couldn’t see the spirit of Nyx holding his left wrist, keeping the kings from taking his younger brother’s life, holding the burning at bay. He could at least save one of them, now that he knew. But it still took it’s price, leaving the second in the darkness forever, even when the light would return. He had his guesses why it didn’t take him, from having seen a picture of the former king when he was younger. And it made the vision from the messenger almost too much to bear. 

    How he’d wished Noctis had agreed to stop their adventure, to refuse to go to his fate. 

    When it was time for Noctis to enter the crystal, Bahamut told him all. The god did not offer him pity, but rather begged for understanding. The gods made a mistake with Ardyn, one that he’d pay for. They were too weak to help him, they hadn’t meant for him to fall. And Noctis, with the compassion of his mother aiding him, forgave Bahamut and the gods. He forgave his wayward uncle.

    He was family too. 

    Comfort after Panic

    A/N: This was a piece I wrote for myself after I had a really bad panic attack. It helped me to calm down, so I figured I’d post it. Maybe it will help someone else.

    Summary: Cindy/Reader. Cindy finds the reader on their floor in their apartment in Lestallum, and helps to calm them down from a panic attack. 1,620 words

    Sometimes, it was too much for you. The darkness that is. Both the literal one outside Lestallum’s gates, and the mental illness that was now left unchecked due to the shortage of medicine. The first month off them was always the hardest. Panic tended to build up inside you, even as you forced it down. It left you open for an attack at any moment. You were lucky this time. You were safe in the city. But it was a small comfort in the face of your attack.

    Your chest hurt, your heart was racing too fast. It was too hard to breathe, too hard to think. Your muscles were twitching uncontrollably, making you unable to move. You closed your eyes a long time ago. Or was it a short while? When panic set in, it was always hard to tell. Time turned endless, and it always felt like this feeling would never come to its end.

    You barely registered the door to your apartment opening, having forgotten that you were expecting company. The cold air that followed your guest in only made you curl further into your knees. Vaguely, you could make out them calling your name. Then suddenly, they were at your side on the floor, guiding your face up to look at them. You opened your eyes to see who it was.

    “Darling? What wrong sugar?” Cindy placed her hand on your cheek, trying to get your attention, to pull you out of your mind. “Come on, come on back sweetheart.”

    You leaned into her hand, feeling it’s warmth. She was always so warm, even when you felt as if Shiva herself had settled into your soul. But even her warmth wasn’t enough to pull you back you felt, so you started to close your eyes again, prepared to let the panic have you.

    “No no no babe. Don’t you close your eyes,” she said.

    With her other hand, she seized one of yours and laid it flat on her collar, low enough on her chest for you to feel the beat of her heart and the rise and fall of her breath.

    “Alright, just look at me hun. Focus on my breathing.” She said softly, but firm enough for you to keep your eyes open. And though you couldn’t hear her, not through the panic, you managed to match her breathing as she wanted.

    And then sound started to return.

    “That’s right, keep on coming back now.” She whispered, leaning forward to rest her forehead on yours. You still felt the rise and fall of her chest, and when she was this close the only thing you could focus on were her eyes. As green as the world once was, making you think of nature. Birds. Leaves. Sunlight…

    “I’m right here babe. Right here. You just keep breathing.” She said even softer than before.

    Wasn’t it lucky that the gods saw fit to place the earth in her eyes?

    You finally manage to pull yourself together enough to whisper her name. Her eyes were locked on yours, and a small smile creeped onto her face as she saw your awareness returning.

    She gave a small relieved sigh, and let her hand on your cheek trail back to the nape of your neck to hold you. “I’m right here Pumpkin.”

    A shuddering breath left you then, and she carefully pulled away, resting on her calves where she had been kneeling to help you. You inhaled and held your breath for a short time before exhaling. She guided your hand down to her lap, and then took your other hand after releasing your neck and placed it there as well. She then lightly squeezed your hands, which you returned, a grounding presence while you came down.

    “Alright sugar, do you think you can stand?” She asked, still holding your hands. You watched her, still focusing on her eyes, and nodded. “Good, alright, come on now.”

    She got up first, standing to her full height to help you to your feet. Your muscles were weak from your trembling, and she knew they would be. But she was deceptively strong, and easily helped you to stand. After which, she guided you to your small couch and sat you back down, making you lay down for the moment.

    “I’ll be right back sugar, okay? I’m not leaving you.” She said, squeezing your hands again, tighter this time, before letting go altogether.

    Once she was out of your sight you closed your eyes and just focused on your breathing. You tried to keep your mind clear, to avoid the problems that caused your attack in the first place. There were a lot. Your own mind was like a minefield these days. Sometimes, when the anxiety was really bad, you wished you had perished with the drug supply in the city.

    “Hun?” Cindy said softly, so not to scare you, “Can you sit up for a moment?”

    “Yeah.” You said quietly, finally able to bring yourself to speak.

    “Good. Now come on.” She helped you sit back up, keeping a hand on your back, and brought a cup to your lips. “It’s water darling. Just take a couple of sips and you can lay back down.”

    Rather than answer, you listened to what she said and slowly drank from the cup. You gave a slight nod when you didn’t think you could handle anything more, and she pulled the cup away, setting it on the floor next to her. She then settled on the end of the couch and had you lay back down, so your head rested on her lap.

    As gentle as a feather, she pushed loose strands of hair behind your ear, and ran her fingers over the strands. She kept stroking over your hair in a repetitive motion that you could focus on. Once she saw you had settled, she said, “Now sugar, what happened?”

    Your eyes open and flicker up to meet hers. “It…it’s silly.”

    “Now hun, finding you on the floor hyperventilating isn’t silly. And I’m sure whatever caused that isn’t silly either.” She says firmly. She believed in her words.

    You only hum in acknowledgement.

    “I’m serious sugar! It was…it was scary finding you like this. If there’s something wrong, it’s not silly.” She placed her hand on your cheek again, gentle forcing you to look at her. “It’s not silly.”

    You released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, and buried your face into her lap. “Cindy, there’s…There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

    She didn’t know. She didn’t know that you were sick. It was always terrifying telling someone this. People have walked away from this before. It made your heart sick thinking of being left behind by her. But then, you turned your head and looked at her. Really looked at her.

    Her eyes looked sad, the corners of her mouth turned slightly down. Not in a frown, no. But rather in concern. It was the eyes that told you so. Her eyebrows were pulled together, and if you looked closely, you could see the beginning of a wrinkle between them. (You hoped you weren’t the one that put it there.)

    “You can tell me anything. Just please. Let me in.” She whispered and went back to stroking your hair.

    You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. And then you focused on the wall across from you. You didn’t want to see the moment Cindy realized you were mentally ill. It usually looked like love leaving their eyes. You couldn’t bear to see that on Cindy.

    “Back in the city… I had to take medicine for this…” You spoke quietly, explaining. You told her of your symptoms, the medicine, holding nothing to yourself. You couldn’t lie to Cindy.

    “…And…It’s okay if you don’t want to deal with that. It’s okay to leave. Most people can’t handle it.” You finished. Slowly, tears started to leave your eyes in slow trails down your face, and into her lap.

    But then, she suddenly had you sit up and then turned your face toward her for a kiss. It was slowly, gentle, searing. Chaste as well, but no less passionate than the other kisses you had shared. It was as if she was breathing warmth into you through your lips. And if she had set her heart on exploring your mouth during this kiss, you were sure it would have tasted like summertime.

    Once you were breathless, she pulled back. But your noses were still touching.

    “Now you listen here,” She said, just as breathless as you. “When I said I love you, I love all of you.”

    Her eyes burned into yours as she spoke, but you didn’t care. It was chasing the cold grip of panic from your heart. The worry that had been choking you about this as well. “Don’t you ever think that I’d leave you for something like this…Something you can’t help. I love you.”

    She pushed forward into another kiss and pulled back, muttering her love against your lips before taking a third, fourth, and fifth kiss. 

    “I’m here. Through thick and thin Darling. If you ever feel like this, don’t you dare hide this from me. I’m here.”

    “What did I do to deserve you?” You ask, whispering to yourself. But she answered anyways.

    “You smiled.” She breathed a laugh against your mouth, then leaned forward to rest her head on your shoulder. “And I was a goner before I even knew your name.”

    You sat with your arms wrapped around each other on the couch for a few moments longer, and you both were willing to forget the world outside your windows. You both knew peace then.

    Namelist: Noctis

    nemo-ne-impune-lacessit:

    In between writing stuff, I’ll be posting namelists for certain characters of FFXV. 

    These are basically playlists which use songs that spell out their names, songs which I believe suit them according to their personalities, backstories, and HCs regarding their tastes.

    The songs are linked per letter of the person’s name.

    I’ll be posting the bros first, of course. If you like what I set up, feel free to request a playlist for any other character in the FFXV-verse.

    First up is the Prince of Lucis.

    Happy listening!

    [Otherwise, the full list of songs is under the cut. This is in case you can’t go on Youtube right now, or you don’t really want to listen to the full list. 

    ¯_(ツ)_/¯ ]

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    How Gladio would celebrate with his girlfriend New Year or Valentine’s Day? At your choice. I hope this question does not recur.

    I’ll do Valentines day if you don’t mind! 😀 (I sort of missed out on new years stuff. Oops.) 

    • First would be waking up to breakfast in bed. He’d probably have made Ignis teach him a pancake recipe and have practiced until it was perfect. 
    • Next, he’d tell his S/O  to get up and get dressed, because he was taking his s/o clothes shopping for the reservations he’d made for that night. 
    • It wouldn’t be often you’d see Gladiolus Amicitia in some fancy high end shop, but he’d do it for his s/o. The clothes they’d get would be elegant, and he’d say is was his treat. He’d want to spoil them until it was time for their dinner reservation. 
    • It’s usually not a huge part of his life but being that he is the shield he can afford a lot. New jewelry for his s/o, maybe a hair appointment, or even a spa treatment for them. He’d make the day about them.
    • Then, both of them dressed in elegant clothes, would step out for the night. He’d have rented a limo, despite how frivolous that would be, simply because the night would just be about having a fancy night on the town. 
    • The restaurant would be fancier than either of them are used to, but they’d have fun while stumbling their way through dinner. (And they are far from the only couple having trouble with the fanciness.) 
    • After that, he’d take them out dancing. He’d want this night to be special. It was the day of love after all. 
    • Afterwards, maybe they’d go out for drinks, but not to get drunk. Just to relax. 
    • They’d tease each other, and do their best ‘citadel snob’ impressions while talking to one another, and fall to pieces laughing. 
    • After that, they walk home, hand in hand. Enjoying the night air and each other’s company. 
    • He’d kiss them on their doorstep, the place where they had their first kiss, and tell them how much he loved them to end the night out.