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Hi hi! Could any mod please do some h/c for Prompto with a fem s/o who is significantly taller than him? I have a dire need for some size kink with him! Thank you in advance <3
-Oh boy, expect him to be the cuddliest person ever. Will happily accept being the small spoon and honestly enjoy being in said position.
-If he can't reach something? It'll be a constant mantra of "Hey chocobae, can you come get this for me?"
-Sometimes, he'll stand up on step-stools to make himself near their height or their height entirely. Just so he can make them hopefully laugh.
-Soooo many tall jokes. "How is the weather up there babe? Warm? Cold?" Unless his s/o is uncomfortable with said jokes and teasing. Then he won't, of course. He pokes fun at himself for being shorter too though.
-Will happily urge his s/o to wear the kind of clothing people say tall people shouldn't wear. Who cares if people say they're too tall? Prompto loves it when they wear said stuff, he thinks they look stunning.
-That said, he gets very upset and defensive if someone comments on how tall his s/o is in a rude way. So either his s/o will be dragging him away or he'll be saying some less than nice things in return.
-Will beg his s/o for piggyback rides and for them to carry him if they can. He adores them doing this. Bonus points if they can sweep him off his feet.
-Oh boy, if he can scare his s/o through him being so much shorter...you can bet he takes advantage of this, sometimes. Sneak attacks around every corner. His poor s/o will have to be on guard.
-If Prompto wants kisses...he has no shame in both climbing his s/o like a tree or pulling them down to meet his lips. If he can, he'll also stand on something.
-Would also definitely buy himself heeled shoes. Just so he can be around their height too.
-If he and his s/o get into an "argument" or he wants to mess with them, he'll put all the important stuff on the bottom shelves. He does this often as a prank. Don't worry though, they can always get back at him by putting the stuff in the highest places.
-Oh. They better expect their shirts to go missing. Prompto will hoarde them if he can. It's a common sight for his s/o to find him in their oversized shirts that go down to his knees.
-He's also made a habit of using his s/o as a pillow/resting spot. They best expect to randomly feel him leaning against them at the randomest of times.
-Hide n' go seek is a horrid game for them to play. His s/o found that out the hard way when Prompto managed to somehow fit himself in the dryer and his s/o didn't find him for hours. They don't play that game anymore.
Hello, I am Anon, and I am an Ignis ho. I would like to request an NSFW fic of Ignis with an S/O who is a big beautiful woman. I'd like to see him giving her bedroom eyes and rubbing her thick thighs. YES, and BODY WORSHIP and him saying filthy things to her. Oh dear Astrals. Just Iggy lovin on his THICK GIRL
Hello Anon. I am also a thick girl and I want Ignis to lather me down with the love too!! Sign me the heck up!! Also under cut cuz smutty stuffs. -Mod Peach🍑
It was Friday night and you were in Ignis’ bed. His glasses were on the bedside table while his teeth were leaving love bites on your inner thighs. Your mewls of pleasure were quickly heightened when he gave your clit a languid lick. You called out his name as warmth went throughout your body.
Earlier in the day you sent Ignis texts that gave him an idea of what you wanted once you saw him. A few scandalous pictures of your thighs and luscious cleavage. Needless to say, he was a little more than intrigued. Your less than innocent face, cleavage and glasses combination was enough to make him very determined to take you over his knee. Once you were both home he thought to do just that, but you were wearing his favorite black lace lingerie. He could hardly walk over to you much less give you that punishment.
In the bedroom, you smirked as you watched him for a moment. Satisfied you turned your back to attend to his favorite wine only to feel his gloved hands around your soft waist. He pulled you to the bed and made you lie down. He hovered over you and with one hand pinned yours above your head. With his teeth he removed his glove one finger at a time. He knew that was one of your favorite turn ons. He removed his glasses and this is how we find you with Ignis face between your legs.
“Mm, you had cake today and without me? This is going on your permanent record.”
This record he spoke of always came into play when he wanted to punish you. Who knew Judy’s birthday cake would get you another mark?!
“T-That’s not-”
Before you could finish your sentence he rubbed your sensitive pearl to quiet you.
“Spoke when I give you permission, Kitten.”
You squirmed, but managed to nod in acceptance. This had the possibility of being a long night. As your thoughts continued so did his ministrations. Time after time he made your blood rush and moan in utter pleasure. With another mention of this invisible record he refused bring you to satisfaction.
“I-Ignis…may I speak?”
Licking your nectar from his fingers he nodded to your request. He smirked and undressed himself. You were doing your best to keep your hands from finishing what he started. Even the smallest of grinds made Ignis give you a stern look.
“Patience is a virtue, My Love. What was your question?”
“I…I need to cum. May I?”
“You will in due time.”
Before your eyes was Ignis in all his glory. Every scar, every leftover acne mark, and every imperfection on your perfect lover was before you. Protected and ready for you he climbed into bed and helped you lie down. With eyes full of love he looked you over. Despite his being the harsh taskmaster he knew how to love you. Often enough for you to notice he traces your imperfections with his lithe fingers. His fingers teetered between rough and smooth depending on the day. Tonight was no exception.
His lips smoothed down your neck and latched on at the junction between your neck and shoulder. He began to lick and suck to create a mark. He wanted everyone to know you were his and his alone. Satisfied with his work he looked into your eyes and kissed you deeply. He would never force himself in you. He pulled away and looked into your eyes again. You gave him the affirmative and opened your legs for him.
“You’re so beautiful and…mine.”
“All yours and you are mine.”
“Now until the Astrals snuff me out.”
With another kiss to your lips he moved to fill you with his cock. With a pace that made you moan his name repeatedly he made love to you. The smell, sounds and motions of sex were in the air as the night continued. Ignis never failed to show his love in the most intimate of actions. This was no exception.
For Mod Nanaki: Can you do some early morning headcanons for Ignis with his s/o? ~ Lykos <3
Sorry this took so long to reply to, I was seriously bogged down with University work 3 enjoy anyway!
Ignis is up before you even realise the sun has risen
He manoeuvres himself from out of your embrace barely waking you, draping the covers back over so as not to alert you to the morning’s chill
The spot where he laid is warm and inviting, smelling like wood smoke, old books and his favourite hair clay, you waste no time in snuggling into the dip he left
Ignis looks at you with the softest green eyes, like the earliest leaves of Erosian spring flowers had grown ever faster to get to see just you
They shimmer in a way that belays both the excitement of the day and the impishness in Iggy’s plans for you both
He tiptoes out of the tent only to hear you snore, making him chuckle
In a half hour or less Ignis is fully dressed, combed, has ebony on the go for you both and is making waffles/pancakes/eggs/bacon/insert favourite breakfast foods
He switches on the radio, the soft buzz of static is replaced by an upbeat jazz rhythm that you can’t place
Between the music, the dewy freshness of dawn and the salty sweetness of breakfast that mixes and lingers about the air, you would swear you had died and gone to heaven
When you’re actually starting to come to, you stretch languidly, muscles and joints popping with the early morning chill
Ground sleeping had never been so comfortable; Ignis really knew how to camp in comfort, without losing a shred of the authentic feel
The door to the tent rustles and you smiles, sitting up to greet your lover
“Now now, don’t get up.” He whispers sultry, his breath warm on the nape of your neck as he slides the tray over with your breakfast
Your mouth waters as the food tickles your sense of smell, turning suddenly to catch Ignis in a hungrier kiss than you’d first intended
He tasted too good, the richness of the ebony clinging to his lips
The warm purr that escapes the man’s throat as you let him free to breathe again
“Mmm, you haven’t even tasted it yet Darling.” He says with a smile, brushing kisses against your temple
“You say that like you’re not the best chef in Eos.” You laugh, spooning a big heap of fluffy eggs into your mouth, eliciting a quiet closed mouth moan as Iggy brushes his warm slightly calloused hand over the bareness of your thigh, not like you ever slept clothed
“That good?” He teases, grinning wickedly as you swallow quick enough to give him your best most faux glare
“I don’t know, why don’t you try it?” You shoot back, dipping your forefingers in some syrup, you press them against Iggy’s soft lips, navigating your hand very precariously on the inside of this thigh
Ignis’s gasp is sharp but his moan is deep and low, he sucks on the edge of your fingertips, his tongue peeking out to lick attentively
The blush in your lover’s cheeks is deceptively sweet, he is beautiful if not fiercely intelligent in how he holds himself
You can’t help but take a moment to kiss his rosy cheek, nuzzling his jaw ever so tenderly
In those moments you are both calm, the problems of Eos washed away from your shoulders
And all the while you’re both smiling at each other, love like sparks between you, breakfast barely even touched because you’re just too preoccupied with each other in the morning
OMG all your writing is sooo good. And it's so nice to see some gentle content, too. I hope it's okay to ask, but the gentle comfort stuff you've done for Cor (which was A++) and the new ones for Ignis and Gladio (also Amazing) just wants me to see what you would write for Nyx and Libertus. Only if you can do it though. They're not as explored or as well known given the lack of popularity the movie has, but if you can I would be so grateful. Thank you for your time! Keep up the good work!
Hello Dolls!
I apologize for this taking absolutely forever to complete!
LIfe kinda threw all of us at the Beacon for a bit of a loop. Things are starting to settle in now though, and we’re all starting to get back to working on things for you! So we all really appreciate your patience!
I combined the two of these together, I hope you don’t mind Anon-san, Sarah-Anon! ♥ Enjoy!
Nyx
Nyx always believed that he’d be alone. That he didn’t deserve to have someone to call his own.
He always took care of things on his own anyway, lost himself into the title of ‘Hero’, and more or less buried himself into his line of work.
He didn’t expect his S/O to come into his life like a slap to the face...a literal slap to the face.
Which is how he was jolted awake. “Ah! Shit! Wait, w-what?”
They gave him a gentle smile then cupped his stinging cheek. “There you are. Welcome back Hero.”
He blinks up at them his brows furrowing as he’s confused a moment but he immediately places his hand over theirs on his cheek, his eyes fluttering shut at the warmth of their touch.
“Now then, Medic’s orders Hero, stop pushing yourself so hard.”
With a nod in his Captain’s direction the Medic of the Crownsguard wandered back off to their duties, and Nyx, could only watch them leave, his fingers lingering on his cheek as if to keep the warmth there.
Nyx wanted to scramble after them but was told very matter of factly by Luche to go and rest, otherwise he’d be on more gate duty.
What surprised him was that it was his S/O found him just a few days later - just doing a ‘checkup.’ He wasted no time in asking them out on a date.
Nyx uses his S/O’s touch to ground himself. To remind himself that he has something worth coming home to. That being a hero for his S/O is almost more important than being a hero to everyone else.
Each time he pushes himself to the brink his S/O simply comes over to him and places their hand on his cheek, cupping it gently as they look into his eyes.
His breath hitches and he sighs as his eyes flutter shut. He’ll tilt his head into their palm as he places a soft kiss to their wrist. “Sorry Princess, I--”
His S/O then shakes their head and pulls his head to them, placing his forehead against theirs. “Don’t. Just breathe. I’m here.”
He melts even further into them when they start to play with his braids.
He’ll let his eyes close and he takes a deep breath, breathing in their scent - even if they’ve both been on the battlefield and their covered in blood, mud, sweat and gods knows what else, he can still pick up their scent through all of that - something that reminds him of home.
At the Fall, his thoughts drift to them as he watches the sunrise, his body starting to fall apart. He takes a deep breath, and lets his eyes close, only to feel a slap to his cheek causing him to snap his eyes open. He goes wide as he stares at his S/O, tears streaming down their face, their hand moving to cup his cheek.
“You’ll be alright. I’ll see to it, but don’t pull anymore of this stupid ‘hero’ shit ever again, alright?”
He gets the chance to see the future he wanted to build for everyone else, and his heart swells with pride even though there’s darkness along the way. He’s alive, his friends are alive, and he gets the chance, despite a mostly disabled arm, to fight for his Young King’s return.
Each time he needs a little reassurance, doesn’t matter where they are, he will grab his S/O’s hand and place it to his cheek, kissing their wrist, before drawing them closer to rest his forehead against theirs.
Libertus
Libertus thinks that he needs to be strong, like a hero, before he could call someone his own.
This teddy bear of a man is used to being everyone’s rock, he cheers everyone on. Always willing to support and help out where he can. Even if he does stand in the shadow of a ‘hero’.
But he kinda forgets that he might just need someone to be that way for him too. Being everyone’s rock is taxing - and he doesn’t mind - but he just wants someone to comfort him too.
That was when he jumped at the light warm touch to the back of his shoulder, his eyes going wide as someone sat down next to him that wasn’t Crowe, Nyx or Pelna.
“So what’s bothering you?” they asked softly, just gently pressing their shoulder against his.
He’s slow to react to it, bashful at this new person wanting to listen to him--a nobody of all people, but they just sit by his side, not saying a word, and slowly, he opens up...only to have him release and talk about anything and everything that’s bothering him like someone opened the floodgates.
When he realizes what he’s done, he stops and apologizes--a lot. Especially when he’s realized what he’s talked of and whom, and they just chuckle at him and press their shoulder against his once more.
“I don’t mind, I asked, remember?” and they give him a genuine smile.
Libertus’ S/O was someone that happened to be at the skewer stand that night - just a civilian passing by but they didn’t like how forlorn he looked, and thought he could use a friend.
When ever he has a bad time and just needs comfort he seeks out his S/O and pouts at them a little, causing them to chuckle then lead him to the couch, or the bed, and they’ll sit next to him, letting him rest his head on their shoulder as they take his hand in theirs and lace their fingers together, listening to everything that’s troubling him, or a worry.
Libertus melts against them just a bit more when they kiss his tattoo on his forehead, his eyes fluttering shut as his breath hitches in his throat.
During the World of Ruin Libertus will beg them to remain in Lestallum, begging them to stay safe. Only to find himself torn between staying with them in Lestallum or helping to make the world safe for his king.
“I will always be here,” they tell him softly, brushing their fingertips against his tattoo again, then up into his hair before gently grasping the back of his head and bringing his head down to their shoulder. “I will always be here waiting for you to come home to me.”
He does just that - returning to Lestallum when he can, seeking them out the moment he gets through the makeshift gate.
It doesn’t matter where he finds them--at home, at the market--he will take their hand in his, intertwining their fingers before leading them off to some quiet spot, and talk about anything and everything--with him doing most of the talking, as his head finds its way to their shoulder and his S/O presses a soft kiss to his tattoo on his forehead before working their fingers up into his hair.
Titus
Titus will repeatedly tell anyone that he does not have time for a S/O as he’s too busy ‘babysitting’ his Glaives.
No matter how many times his ‘kids’ try to hook him up with someone, he always seems to avoid having someone like that in his life. He feels he doesn’t deserve it. Not just because he is as Captain of the Kingsglaive, but who he is.
He knows the lines blur when he takes on the role of Glauca, he wants to blame the armor he wears, but he knows that most of his heart has turned black due to the betrayal he feels, and the hatred he holds, so he knows that he can’t care for them properly either.
Till his soon to be S/O literally fell into his arms, passing out due to the fever from a cold.
His S/O was an assistant to him and the Glaives, and he didn’t realize just how far he was pushing them with all that paperwork he has to do.
Immediately flustered he wanted to call for Pelna but finds that he can’t bring himself to do it, something in him sort of feels warm when they’re held against his chest.
With a sigh he scoops them up into his arms and places them on his small loveseat in his office, fetching water, cold meds, and a cool cloth for him to place on their head. He watches over them, his vigil never waring mostly due to the fact that he feels indebted. This was his fault after all is the excuse he uses.
When they recover enough to flush in embarrassment and apologize profusely he gently takes their hand in his, his calloused thumb petting the back of it. “Tell me when I push you too hard.” The smile that lights up their face causes his own to grow warm. “You haven’t pushed me Captain, I chose to be at your side, remember?”
Titus doesn’t know what to do with himself at that moment. He can feel his heart hammering in his chest—and he mentally scolds himself to stop acting like some high school love sick boy.
He was so lost in thought he didn’t notice that they had moved so that they had draped themselves over his lap, their head resting against his chest as they fell asleep again, and he tensed up, remaining stiff. Afraid to move and wake them, sure that the loud beating of his heart would wake them instead. His S/O blames this action on the fact that they were cold, and wanted to be warm. [Nyx comes to find out later from Titus’ S/O when he got them tipsy enough that was a total lie, they just wanted to see how close they could get.]
They grow much closer after that—Titus finds that he needs to hold them to calm himself down, and after a long day will take a seat on that loveseat in his office, call them in and without warning pull them into his arms, draping them over his lap like how they did the first time, their head right over his heart. He’ll bury his nose into their hair, and breathe them in, finding himself almost instantly grounded from whatever is upsetting him.
His S/O comes to find out that he is Glauca as the city starts to fall, but they only find this out because Glauca saves them, taking them to the outskirts to safety.
“Come with me.” they beg. “You have a choice.”
Titus freezes on that edge of betrayal and growls into the helm of his Glauca armor. “I have no choice. I must do this for—”
He freezes as his S/O pulls him down to his knees rather easily, and takes up his lap—not caring about his armor, and nuzzles their head against his chest. “You have a choice Titus. Hearth and home is not just a place. Stop living in the past, move forward with me.”
It was made known that General Glauca did not survive the fall—but Titus did.
He fully accepts what he did, living with the title of a traitor. He never actively seeks to atone for what he did either because he doesn’t believe he has earned the right to. He lets Glaive and Hunter alike take it out on him. But, due to the gentle persuasion of his S/O he helps where he can, where he’s allowed to.
At the end of the day however, when he can return home to his S/O, even if he is bruised and beaten they let him scoop them up into his arms, to drape across his lap. They’ll gently nuzzle against his chest and he’ll bury his nose into their hair. And as he holds his S/O he feels for the first time in a long time that ‘Hearth and Home’ is right here, listening to the beating of his heart in his chest. And he’ll be damned if he’ll ever let that go.
Clarus
Clarus was positive that he had lost his soulmate when he had lost his children’s mother, and so he threw himself more into his Duty, to his King as his Shield, and the head of the Crownsguard.
He never expected to fall for anyone else...till this quiet comforting person popped up into his life.
It was growing closer to the day of the treaty, the council members were on edge, and not listening to a word he suggested. He and Regis were still in the large council room as dinner was brought into them.
He was resting at the table, his head in his hand till a warmth at his shoulder caused him to pause to turn and look, only to be greeted by a gentle warm smile--and he could hear Regis chuckle as his King knew he was instantly smitten.
He blinked at them as they offered him one of his favorite meals, which he was sure that was told to them by Regis, a light dusting of pink on their features as they spoke to him softly. “May it bring you just a bit of comfort, Sir.” and squeezed his shoulder gently again before they went back to their duties.
Not only was there a gentle warmth in his belly, but in his heart too. “You planned this, didn’t you?” Clarus asks his King, who then smirks at him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Clarus tries to ignore the warmth growing in his chest, but he can’t. He can’t forget their gentle touch, their warm smile, and the warmth their food brought him. He even goes as far to ask his kids if they would be ok with him dating someone again. “Of course Dad,” Iris chimes in. “We just want you to be happy.” Gladio smirks. “If they make you happy, then why are you hesitating?”
“All of you planned this, didn’t you?” he can’t help but smile as Gladio coughs into his hand and Iris places her hands behind her back and giggles. Well, since he now has approval from those that matter to him most—
He didn’t hesitate.
Regis becomes smug anytime he sees the two of them, and Clarus rolls his eyes harder, but gives his King a gentle grin.
Though he was initially worried about how his kids would get along with his new S/O - only to come home one day, finding all three of them in the kitchen, making old family favorites. “I uh...hope you know that I never mean to take her place.” Gladio smiles to them warmly. “Nah, we can tell you’re not trying to.” Iris gently pushes her shoulder into his S/O. “You’re not taking her place. You’re finding your own spot to fit in with us.” and Clarus cannot help but smile more.
His S/O still cooks for the Citadel, but it’s the small comfort snacks they bring to his office now and then that really makes his day. Sometimes he gets so wrapped up in paperwork he doesn’t hear them knock, only to feel that familiar gentle warmth at his shoulder, before his favorite is placed before him.
It’s these moments that he’ll take their hand in his, kiss their hand then ask them softly to stay and eat with him. “Food tastes better when you share it with those you love, does it not?” with mention that he’ll take the blame for their delay in getting back to their duties. Sometimes he’ll keep them longer than he should...knowing the trouble it will cause Regis...but then again his King can handle a little bit of trouble he’s sure.
Regis
Regis will admit to anyone that asks that he misses his wife dearly, and yes, there are times where he is lonely. But, he will deflect anyone that wishes to pursue him with the fact that he has his hands full with Noctis, so a S/O is the furthest thing from his mind.
Noctis, when he finds out his dad is using him as an excuse, will prove just how much of a handful he can be...and enlists everyone in the Citadel to help him ‘hook his dad up.’
“Noctis please, I do not need to be ‘hooked up.’ I am perfectly fine with how things are.” “Dad. C’mon…” “My son, listen—” “No, Dad, you listen to me for once. Mom...Mom would want you to be happy. And you obviously aren’t.” “He has a point, your Majesty.” “Clarus, if would you be so kind as to butt out.”
Clarus, of course, becomes the biggest conspiriter with the young Prince.
On a day where Regis has trouble walking, relying heavily on his cane, he hears Noctis conversing with someone in a small meeting room. Curious he opens the door to find his son standing next to someone that greets him with a bright warm smile.
Noctis seems to try to flee the room, and quickly, causing Regis to squint at him, turning his head to watch him go only to stumble a little. His leg giving out slightly from under him, and he grips his cane more tightly to steady himself.
“Your Majesty?” Regis sucks in a breath at the soft warm touch upon the top of his hand. “May I accompany you?”
Regis is taken by surprise, more by the fact they wish to accompany him, not outright assist him. He straightens himself up, resting his hand on top of their own and he smiles.
He comes to find out that they are an Apothecary by trade. Working with potions, medicines and the like.
Regis finds himself smitten the moment they gently entwine their arm about his own, leading him to the plushest chair in the room, and make simple, mundane conversation, gently rubbing their hand on his arm, or their thumb against the back of his hand as he talks.
It’s not until hours later when Cor comes to fetch him for a meeting that he realizes how much time has actually passed.
Noctis and Clarus share a fist bump outside the meeting room door.
It was not long before his S/O was at the Citadel full time, and what brought more warmth to his heart was he could see them flourish in their trade.
On his really rough days however, his S/O is never far from his side, trying potions that they’ve made to help ease his aches and his weariness, gently carding their fingers through his hair, and along his beard to get him to relax.
“Lean on me when you are at your lowest, I swear, I will not let you fall.”
Though he was loathe to admit it, he gets jealous over the fact that his S/O sometimes gets so busy that they don’t get much time to spend with him - so he cheats the system - getting a knowing grin from Cor or Clarus as they go to fetch his S/O saying he’s in pain.
His S/O rushes to his side, fearing the worst only to find a very sheepish looking Regis in their quarters, gently patting the bed next to him, and with an exasperated sigh and a bit of a grin, they crawl into bed, and cuddle up with him. Giving him all the attention he asks for. Just this once… [Which happens twice a week, and three times on sundays.]
Hi! I hope you're all having a great day! I was wondering if maybe you could do headcannons of the chocobros x male s/o that's small and cute. What would the chocobros do when their s/o often gets pushed around because he's too kind.
NOCTIS:-Oooo boy, the moment he finds this out he is pretty pissed.-Why didn't you tell him that you were being pushed around?-He'll pretty much immediately question who the people are and why they're doing this to you, his beloved smol boyfriend.-If he sees it happening in front of him, he will casually approach you and the bully. Wrapping an arm around your waist or shoulders.-Totally stares the person down until they get the hint and leave, unless he needs to get physical, then he will.-Uses his royal status if needed, just to make sure no one messes around with you and asks Ignis what kind of actions he can take if the people have physically harrassed you.PROMPTO:-Immediate comfort. He knows what it's like on a uncomfortable level to be bullied or pushed away due to being kind. Even if it was on the opposite spectrum, cause he was more of a pushover than just being overly nice.-Will ask if you want him to do something about it. The last thing he wants is to start something that'll get you hurt or upset you.-If it happens around him, he will simply remove you from the situation as quickly as possible.-Definitely won't let you go anywhere near the person/people and vice versa.IGNIS:-Won't process what you've told him at first. Why would anyone bully someone over their being kind? His logical mind can't understand that.-Will comfort you if you want it, if you want space though, he is more than willing to give you that too.-If he learns the people/person have harmed you or harassed you physically. He will immediately take legal action. Get all the restraining orders and other things possible.-Once or if, it happens around him, he will not hesitate to throw punches at whomever is bothering you. Cause no, no one will so much as harm/harrass his beloved boyfriend. He doesn't care who it is.-If he's already taken legal action then he'll simply call the cops on the people/person. They're breaking the law, simple as that.GLADIOLUS:-Being the prince's sworn shield that towers over anyone. Especially in sheer size. He won't hesitate to offer to throw hands with whomever is harassing you. He will not tolerate this.-If you tell him not to do anything about it cause you don't want trouble, he will be incredibly skeptical about it. So you'll be secretly followed by him or someone he trusts throughout the next few days so he can get a better handle on the situation.-Once he knows what your bullies look like, it's over for them the moment they approach you and he's around. I feel bad for them cause he will intimidate them until they back off.-If they don't back off of you then, they will soon. Cause he will be physical in that moment.-Grabbing them by the shirt collar and lifting them off the floor. He didn't hurt them too bad...or that's what he tells you if you question the screams of pain you heard earlier.-Will constantly have someone accompany you after that. If you have a job, guess who your new coworker is. Iris wanted a job anyways.I'm sorry if these are short, or ooc. I'm just now getting back into the swing of writing myself and the rest of the blogs members are busy with life and their own things. We do all apologize for our absence and I myself will be more active here once school lets out for the summer where I'm at. Regardless, I hope you enjoy these headcannons and find them to fulfill what you wanted, my dearest darlings.-Mod Noctis
heya! this isn’t really directed toward any mod, but maybe some headcanons for the chocobros and their s/o domestic headcanons? ty!
Of course! I’m more than happy to do this for you! Hope it’s to your liking. ~Mod Junko
Noctis:
-Huge fan of sleeping in with you when the both of you can. The days can get hectic so when he has the chance to sleep in with you, he’s going to take that oppurtunity. Tons of snuggling under the covers, and bed hair in the morning.
- He’s actually not bad of a cook! He’s picked up a few good recipies from Iggy and from when he worked at his part time job. It’s a fun night when both of you can sit down and have a good meal together.
-Going out to fish! Sometimes just getting away from things and just going to a dock to just talk and take his mind off things with you really makes him happy.
Gladio:
- Ok, snuggling with this guy is like a heated blanket. Super warm, best snuggles all around. He’s basically a teddy bear, it’s wonderful.
- There’s going to be almost a library of books in your home or apartment. Anything from classic literature to books you may have bought him as a gift or a joke. Relaxing in the living room with a book in hand and talking to you about the book after a busy day training is relaxing to him.
- If you’re willing to to try, he’d be super excited to go camping with you just to get away for a bit from the city and just to enjoy nature.
Prompto:
- Video game nights! If you’re not good at games, he can show you the ropes of the game you’re playing. Don’t know how to get past that level on that game? He’s here to help! Want to beat him at a racing game? Challenge accepted.
- Will take you to all the scenic places where he can take photographs when you want to get out of the place for a while. You’ll see the most prettiest places in the city, or the lake. He’ll sneak in a couple of amazing pictures with you in them.
- Sometimes when he’s feeling upset, he’ll just come to you and just want to talk. Sometimes it’s deep and sometimes it’s not. He likes to listen to you talk and help him when he’s upset.
Ignis:
- You are going to be well fed at home, and if you take food with you to work, make sure no one tries to steal the food out of the fridge! He’ll teach you if you want to learn some of his recipes.
- Sometimes if both of you are reading or watching television, He’ll gently run his fingers through your hair. Simple touches here or there, before pulling you into him.
-Dates are rare, but are always a welcome one when his day is free from working with the group. He’ll take you to the best restaurants in town.
For Mod Peach: Can you do some headcanons for the chocobros where they comfort the reader after a hard day at work? ~ Lykos <3
Thanks for the request!
🍑Mod Peach🍑
Noctis: -The King of Lucis and cuddles! Expect him to hold you until you bother get hungry.-Don’t worry about cooking! He will order in and bring the bags to you-He’ll suggest you shower or take a bath. It’s all about you.-He will try to give you a massage, but fails as his hands wander to plush breasts
Prompto: -Will have a cute little faux retreat ready for you-He’ll light your favorite candles and order your favorite meal. -Bless his heart, he tried to cook but it turned out to be charcoal this time-He’ll cuddle close and keep his hands to himself unlike the prince. He will sneak a peek at your cleavage though
Ignis:-Be ready for a gourmet meal when step across the door. No need to worry about calories tonight!-A bath is already prepared just as you like. Ignis even helps you get clean without any wanton winking.-After your bath you receive a full body massage with warm oils and a few gropes
Gladiolus:-This big guy will start with a long hug to bring your mind and body back to him. He doesn’t care how long it takes. It’s happening!-Expect a massage that may turn into therapeutic sexy times-If you are up for it he will take his best girl out on the town, if not then he will offer cup noodles half jokingly
What about chocobros being flirted with by a cute street side magician? :D
Hello! Mod Peach here with my first written work for this blog. Thank you for such a cute idea! 🍑Mod Peach🍑
Noctis: The prince was the first to notice the cute woman following them. Her top hat was moving for one reason or another. He walked around her only to be holding a chicibo.
“What the?? How did I…?”
“You looked like you needed a little buddy.”
You winked at him and noticed the blush on his cheeks. He pointed to a blonde who was gushing over the baby.
“I already have one of those.”
“Then how about a girlfriend?”
Well, someone was rather cheeky.
Prompto: The cute blonde noticed someone following them through the streets of Altissia. Since when did he become interesting enough to follow? He felt the presence behind him so he swung around to surprise them, but nothing! Both Ignis and Gladio waved him off as hungry and tired. Perhaps, a bit of seasickness? Still he couldn’t shake the feeling. As he took a shot with his camera he looked around. With a glance to his boots he saw an adorable bunny. He also saw a very cute girl run up to him.
“Aww! Where did you come from?”
“From me! Barnaby, you know you’re supposed to be in your top hat.”
“Oh, uh would you like your Barnaby back?”
“Sure, I also want your name and number.”
Ignis: Walking through a small town the prince and Prompto were looking towards the sky. An amateur at funambulism was seen. Remembering his moment on the tightrope he suddenly saw red and felt velvet. He quirked a brow realizing he was in no real danger. You smirked at the handsome strategist and turned your back to him. With a flash of the local flower petals you disappeared from his sight. Being the man of science he is he took a step closer to your discarded petals. With a quirked brow he noticed a small note.
Come find me =p
Never one to turn down a challenge or a good mystery he followed the subtle clues only to see a top hat and a cute bunny inside it. What in the world?
“Well, you found me. Looks like I need to buy you coffee, Handsome.”
“I was starting to believe I was chasing my own tail.”
“Or mine.”
With a slight turn he could see the little bunny tail on your womanly backside. A light blush appeared on his face.
“Ice coffee then?”
Gladiolus: The crowd gathered in the square made the king’s shield and his companions very curious. With the prince taking one too many steps he used his long legs to sat in front in case things got hairy. Noctis looked around his as you tossed a tomato at him. Gladio frowned as he reached out to catch it only for it to turn into confetti.
“What kind of trick is this?”
The shield was less than excited about this parody. You smiled at him and took a step closer. By now Noctis was way more interested in your cute outfit than Gladio’s growling.
“Aww! I just wanted to see if this stunning man was truly real.”
All of Gladio’s growling and intensity left him at such a compliment.He knew he was a good looking guy and so did this cute girl.
The gentle comforting hc for Cor were so beautiful! Would you mind doing the same for Gladio and Ignis?
I’m glad you liked them Doll! And I most certainly can! - Apologies for the wait!
Ignis:
When Ignis’s S/O gently comforts him the first time, he swears that it’s almost better than ebony.
It happens after a particularly trying day, soon after they became an item.
Ignis is beside himself, trying to juggle his duties, his obligations to Noct and time with his S/O. When he comes home he finds Dinner made and waiting for him, and his S/O smiling at him sweetly - he can feel the tension leaving his body already. They weren’t living together yet, but this, this he could possibly get used to.
After Dinner was finished his S/O lead him to the couch in the living room, and sat down next to him. They just started to pet their fingers slowly through his hair at the back of his head, causing his eyes to flutter when they would scratch their nails just so against his scalp.
They offer him their lap, gently patting it with their hand and he grows flustered, but with a bit of coercing, he gets talked into it, and once more he finds his S/O’s fingers are in his hair. Just that soothing, gentle, comforting touch.
He finds that he can no longer relax unless they are petting his hair in some way, shape or form.
Ignis keeps himself reserved, and all his emotions underwraps, and he is always amazed and bemused when his S/O can pull everything out of him that he had bottled up with just a few gentle strokes though his hair.
Ignis does his best to comfort them in return should they need it, but he finds that they are comforting him more often than the other way around.
However, the one thing he doesn’t let his S/O be the big spoon, because he loves to hide his face against the back of their neck when he can hold them in bed.
When they are in public, his S/O knows he’s not big on PDA, but knows that they can ground him with a bit of comfort, just by taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
When Ignis goes blind, and Noctis disappears - he feared the worst. That due to his blindness that his S/O wouldn’t want him anymore, and it takes him a bit of time but he eventually seeks them out in Lestallum.
When he finds them, and after a moment of silence, before he gets the chance to explain anything, his hand is brought up to their face, his gloved fingers pass slowly over their features, and Ignis’s breath hitches - they’re smiling.
Ignis finds them taking him over to their couch, and having a seat, and he about melts when their hand finds their way into his hair. Oh, how he missed this…
When it’s been a very rough day, Ignis will gently take his S/O by the hand and lead them to the couch, or to a private room, where he can just rest his head on their thigh and be petted by them.
Gladio:
Gladio finds himself in awe at how gentle and comforting his S/O is, not just in how they touch him, but in how he feels when he’s around them.
He has to be the shield all day long, it’s his duty after all, but there’s just something about the fact that when he’s around his S/O he can let his guard down and be dotted on.
The first time he experiences their gentle touch was when he pulled them onto his lap, and he finds himself instantly addicted. Much to his S/O’s amusement, he becomes an even bigger Teddy bear than normal.
He was tense from the day, and just wanted to hold onto them, so he pulled them onto his lap, draping them across his legs.
He pressed his forehead against their temple and sighed, breathing in their scent but it seemed like he just couldn’t relax. He knew of another way he could ‘work’ the tension from his body, but he didn’t want his S/O to think that was all he wanted them for.
He was surprised when they moved, and straddled his lap instead, moving his head so that he could press his face against their neck, their arms wrapped about his shoulders as one of their hands just rested at the back of his head.
He tensed briefly, only to finally wrap his arms about their waist and draw them closer to him, clinging to them, his hands running up and under the back of their shirt, or resting on their hips.
He finds every time he sits with them like this, it never becomes a sexual encounter, which surprises even himself. His S/O reminds him when they sit this way, that he is allowed to be weak, to let them be his rock, that he can cry if he wishes, and no one will be the wiser.
Gladio gets addicted to these comfort sessions. And his S/O will make him blush when they point out that he’s like a puppy looking for attention.
After his trial of Gilgamesh, and the time he is without Noctis he’s at a loss. He doesn’t believe he deserves to be comforted in that way anymore, and it actually takes his S/O being more stubborn than him to prove it that he does.
His S/O breaks down, reminding him that no matter what he’s still human, he is allowed to feel, to be angry, upset, and sad. That he–even though he is everyone’s shield–needs to have a shield of his own.
Gladio crumbles under their gaze, scooping them up into his arms, and hiding his face against their neck, as he wraps their legs about his waist, and he holds them there.
When Gladio has a ‘need to be comforted’ moment, he literally will walk up to his S/O and tug on their sleeve and pout. Like lower lip jutting out pout - he says he learned it from Iris - and it works on his S/O, every time.
For Mod Noctis: Can you do some fluffy headcanons with Noctis & Prompto on their first date with their s/o? ~ Lykos <3
It was Prompto who planned everything. Since Noctis didn’t know what to do at all.
They use the regalia too pick their s/o up, but not without having Ignis drive it. Since he doesn’t trust either of them with the car, not after the last time.
They both walk up to the door, Noctis is internally melting down from nerves and Prompto is doing the same, just it’s visible with him.
Noctis is the one to knock/ring the doorbell. Which makes Prompto nearly faint from the dreaded nerves.
When their s/o opens the door, both of them immediately straighten themselves up, greet their s/o and offer them their arm so they can guide them too the car.
Prompto set the whole thing up as a nighttime picnic in a pavilion, with Ignis having cooked everything. As both boys are hopeless cooks.
Noctis pulls out their s/o’s chair and Prompto begins taking an arsenal of photos. Nearly forgetting to eat until s/o says something to him about it.
When they do. He’s as bright as a tomato from embarrassment, stuttering out a jumble of words and taking his seat as s/o and Noctis laugh.
After food has been eaten, Prompto insists on taking a stroll so he can get plenty of photos to remember the night. Noctis complains slightly but agrees with slight urges to do so from their s/o.
Prompto pulls out his camera again and begins taking shots of them and Noctis. Only for their s/o to begin mockingly posing for Prompto, pulling Noctis into it as well. Which ends in side splitting laughter once Noctis nearly falls into the lake nearby(Prompto got it on camera).
When everything is finally done and they’ve all had their fun. Both boys take their s/o home, visibly nervous again as they do so.
Once at their s/o’s home, both boys give their s/o a kiss on the cheek and say their goodbyes. Leaving their s/o the blushing mess for the first time that night.
Well, I hope you lovely people find this too your liking~
Can you do Chocobros (and Lunafreya if possible) finding out their fem!crush just broke up with her bf (Who she was dating with for a long time, like over 5 years) and how they try to comfort her. I'm sorry if this is kinda boring. I just broke up with my bf and I don't know how to deal with it and move forward :(
Hello Doll. This isn’t boring at all if you ask me. I apologize for the wait on this however, so, let me send a few extra hugs your way while I see what I can do for you, alright? *hug!*
Noctis:
Noctis could barely contain his emotions after you called, your voice trembling and upset asking if you could come over, he didn’t hesitate. He actually paced his apartment a little wondering what could have happened.
When you arrived and he opened the door he felt the air rush from his lungs.
Your face was tear stained, and your head was hung low. He reached out, gently grasping your wrist and pulled you inside. “Hey, I’m here,” he soothed you gently, pushing your hair gently back from your face. “What’s wrong…?”
When you told him you had broken up with your boyfriend, he wanted to make it better, but he was unsure how. He felt himself go through a whole range of emotions at once, fear and anger bubbling to the surface. He was also relieved on one hand, and very upset for you on the other.
He gently brought you over to the couch and had you sit down. “Wait here. I’ll be back in a flash.” and he heard you gasp softly as he warped back to his bedroom.
He returned a moment later, with the softest blanket from his bed [his favorite] and he gently wrapped you up in it, and then wrapped his arms about you.
He spoke to you softly then. “If you want to cry, you can…”
You shook your head, fighting back tears but eventually, you broke down into broken sobs. He let you cry into his chest for as long as you wanted, slender fingers slowly moving through your hair.
He didn’t know what to say, not being one good with words, but he did his best to comfort you.
When you were a bit more calm, you thanked him, and he smiled and blushed a little. He wanted to be with you so badly, comfort you through all of it but he didn’t want to just be your rebound.
So he waited, staying by your side when you needed comfort, by talking with you, or hanging out with you. There were many times he wrapped you up in that blanket and held you as you cried, but he didn’t mind.
After a few months he let it slip that he liked you, like liked you. And he slapped his hand over his mouth.
He knew you weren’t ready yet, but now that the cat was out of the bag, he couldn’t take it back.
“Look, I know you’re not ready yet, but…when you are…” and he left it at that.
About a year after his confession, he asked you again.
If you tell him you’re still not ready, he nods, and smiles, and tells you it’s no big deal. He’ll continue to wait.
If you are ready however, expect him to be clingy, he will want to hold your hand no matter who sees you.
Prompto:
Prompto happened to be out taking photos when he heard someone crying. Curious, he followed the sound.
His heart sank when he found you, and he internally panicked.
“H-hey.” he approached and when you didn’t respond he gently put his hand on your shoulder, pulling his hand back right away when you gasped.
He blinked at you, then went wide eyed when he saw the tears on your face.
“Huh? H-hey whoa! I’m here, it’s alright, what happened?!” hesitated a moment then moved closer. “C-can I touch you? Just your shoulder?”
Prompto has had a number of anxiety attacks in his life, and that’s what this looks like, so he does for you what the guys do for him.
When you nod, he sits next to you, his arm going about your shoulders to draw you closer to him, his free hand gently rubs your arm. “It’s alright, I’m here. I got you.” he keeps talking to you soothingly.
When you laugh a little, that sounds so self-deprecating, and you tell him what happened, his breath hitches.
He pulls you close again, letting you hide your face against his neck as you cry again, his hand gently rubbing your back.
“H-Hey, why don’t you come to my place. W-We can look at pictures, maybe watch movies? O-Or if you’d rather, I’ll walk you home?”
You had him walk you home, his arm about your shoulders as you lead the way. Once there, you thanked him for his company, his time, and for caring enough to do so.
“Hey, it’s no problem, I’m your friend right?” he told you, giving you a bright smile which in turn, caused your lips to turn up a little in a smile of their own.
“Just call me if you wanna talk, or if you want to go do something, I get being sad about this, and that’s totally cool, but, don’t stay in the dark too long, okay?”
He checks on you daily, via phone call or text message.
When you’ve been pent up in your house for too long [besides just going to work or school] he comes to drag you out - if nothing else to help him take photos.
He realizes that his crush has turned into something more, but he refuses to push you into something you don’t want.
He waits almost a year to finally ask, in a roundabout way, if you were maybe, you know, thinking about dating again.
If you tell him you are - he immediately asks if he can ask you out. Yes. He ASKS you if he can ask you out. [The doofy sunshine bean.]
If your not, he just smiles, and passes it off as conversation, but you’re not that oblivious to it all - and you tuck that information into your back pocket for later.
Ignis:
Ignis grows concerned when he doesn’t see you for a few days. He knows you are almost as prompt as he is, and you doing a vanishing act is…worrisome.
He tries calling you first, but you don’t answer, you don’t reply to his texts either. The third day that you do not make an appearance he makes his way to your apartment, midday.
He knocks. Repeatedly. And when he was just about to knock again you gently pop open your door, peeking through the small crack created in the door.
“I just wished to check on you, are you unwell?” he presses gently, and you sigh. Shaking your head, asking him to leave you alone.
He wants to respect what you ask, but he can’t stand to see you in such a state, so he presses again gently. “Please, tell me what’s wrong? You’ve never hidden away from me before. I swear if you tell me to go away again, I will but–I just need to know if I can assist you.”
You break down into tears right in front of him, causing his heart to sink. He gently pushes open your door, and immediately takes you into his arms.
He presses your head against his chest, his fingers tangling up into your slightly messy hair, and he wonders what could have put you into such a state. His eyes glance about your apartment, it’s not as bad as Noctis’ but it’s not like you to be this way.
When you mumble against his chest in between your sobs what happened, a light frown pulls at his lips, and he guides you to sit down on your couch.
Ignis has been your friend and rock numerous times, and he reminds you now should be no different. So you tell him, everything, letting all your pain, your anger and your sadness out. To the point of where you cry yourself to sleep.
Gently moving you to rest on the couch he calls Noctis and explains that he will not be back this afternoon due to an emergency, and that he will make it up to him another time.
He cleans your apartment as you sleep, it helps him calm himself from his own bit of anger against your ex.
When you awake he tells you that he has dinner almost ready for you, and a bath drawn. When you look sheepish he smiles softly, and gently takes your hand telling you that he’s doing it because he cares, and wants to see you happy again, even if it’s just for a little bit.
The next few days for you were rough, but Ignis keeps his eye on you, ever dutiful to you, and to the crown. You tell him that you’re thankful for him, that you probably couldn’t have gotten through this rough spot without him. He tells you that he knows you could have done it without him, but he is glad you think so, just the same.
Weeks go by and during this time Ignis withdraws from you suddenly. The tables have turned and you have to chase him down to get an answer out of him.
He tells you, right then and there with a light dusting of pink on his cheeks that he’s had a crush on you for quite sometime, but he knows you are not ready for a relationship yet. He just had to try to distance himself a bit from you because he felt he was getting too attached, and he wanted to give you space, and time to heal.
You were surprised to say the least but you agreed, and the two of you also worked things out to the point of where neither of you would fully withdraw from the other.
A year later, the two of you were sharing ebony on your morning break, and he turned to you, gently taking your hand.
“If it pleases you, will you allow me to take you on a date?”
If you are ready, and say yes, he will smile, and keep hold of your hand till he absolutely must let you go.
If you say you are not ready yet, he of course respects your space and your boundaries. But you know that when you want your next try at love, you want it to be with him.
Gladiolus:
Gladio was actually on the hunt for you, wondering why you had missed training. You never were one to miss training - often beating him to the training room, but this was the fourth day he hadn’t seen you.
You didn’t reply to his text messages either - but he had noticed you’d read them, and he started to grow angry because you also wouldn’t take his calls.
What had he done wrong to upset you? Thinking about it, he was sure he hadn’t done anything, but he couldn’t deny that sick feeling in his gut when he thought about you. Something was wrong, and he needed to fix it.
He found you, which even surprised himself, where he always would when you wanted to be alone to think. In a secluded area of the citadel, but what bugged him was you were sitting so you were hidden in the shadows of the room, or well almost hidden, your knees close to your chest, your arms about them.
Growling a little to himself he started to stride towards you when he heard you sniffle, and softly sob. It stopped him, dead in his tracks.
Who. Made. You. Cry? Papa bear best friend mode activated.
Reigning in his temper he approached you, slowly. “Hey…”
He frowned, looking almost pained as you looked up at him then, angrily wiping the tears from your face. He sat down next to you, letting you try to compose yourself. “What’s going on?” he asked softly. “Talk to me.”
You broke down into sobs again, slowly telling him what had happened between them, and his heart broke for you. Same as he wanted to go smash your ex’s face through the nearest wall, but he figured that’d make things worse.
“Hey. Hey, c’mere…” he gently moved to wrap an arm about your shoulders pulling you close, and letting you cry. You cried so much that you actually fell asleep against him.
Scooping you up into his arms he took you to the infirmary, where he knew you could get a bit of rest without any questions being asked. He watched over you, waiting for you to wake up.
When you did wake he was sitting beside you, gently petting his hand through your hair. It was something he did with Iris when she was younger, he figured it’d help you too.
“Look, forget that guy,” he mumbled softly. “But don’t forget the good times either. You can be sad, and heartbroken,” he moved his hand to gently wipe a tear from your face. “But don’t stay in the dark, let me–us, help you.”
He gave you a few days to wallow in your feelings before he asked you to go train with him. He was happy that you agreed on your own, and he knew that you were ready to start moving forward. He watched over you, letting you take all your anger and emotions out on training, but he made sure you never injured yourself.
Months went by, and when he felt you were more like yourself again, he wanted to ask you to go on a date, but he feared that you weren’t ready for something like that - you don’t just ‘get over’ someone in a few months.
But he stayed close by you, being your ‘shield’ when you would need it.
After a year, he finally managed to get the nerve to ask you out. Telling you right then and there that you had every right to tell him no, and he doesn’t want you to feel obligated to do so, that you don’t have to make anything up to him, and he wanted to let you know how he felt but—
With a laugh you stop him from rambling. Apparently, you make him giddy, and nervous.
If you say yes, he actually blushes and looks absolutely ecstatic. He then calms himself and makes plans to pamper you and spoil you absolutely rotten.
If you tell him you’re not ready, he smiles, and nods, and tells you that he’ll still be there for you. You’re thankful to him, and he knows it, you just surprise him by asking him out when you’re ready instead.
Lunafreya:
She notices when you’re trying to hold yourself together - you’re more withdrawn, your smile no longer reaches your eyes, you don’t joke around or laugh as much as you used to. She’s had to do that for herself often, so she knows the signs.
Though the fact that she doesn’t know the exact reason as to why you’re putting up a fake front, makes her worry for you. A lot.
And being a busy lady as the Oracle, she knows she won’t have much of an opportunity to ask you about it.
Till one day, you break down into silent tears at her side for no apparent reason. She can tell your heart is broken, and she wants nothing more than to mend it - like she can heal the scourge.
Taking your hand she leads you away to a private room, her blue eyes searching your face as she cups your cheeks, gently wiping away your tears.
“I know you wish to not burden me with what troubles you,” she speaks softly, giving you a gentle smile. “But this burden is hurting you, please, will you share it with me?”
You break down into tears and sobs again, feeling sheepish but you explain to her why you’re hurting. You could never hide anything from her anyway.
She gently takes you into her arms, letting you cry, giving you soft gentle praises as she pets her fingers through your hair.
When you feel that you have cried enough tears, she smiles and stays with you, till your eyes are no longer quite so red.
“I will always be here for you, no matter what burdens you, I promise.” she says softly, squeezing your hand.
She watches you from afar, always offering her ear as the months go by, watching your heart heal. She’s almost over the moon when your smile once more reaches your eyes again.
She knows that she can approach you with, well, her own feelings about you, and how she wishes to make things official between the two of you.
If you tell her that you are still not ready for a relationship, she fully understands and does not pressure you, still remaining your confidant and ear.
If you are ready, expect her to smile just as brightly as you, walking with you, your pinkies linked whenever she gets the chance.
I hope that everyone has had a wonderful Valentines, and I hope that it was full of love, chocolate, or hanging out with a bunch of good friends with laughs.
