the chocobros and their s/o attend a masquerade ball and the bros try their best to be suave and mysterious?
Whew. Sorry this took so long but this was such a wonderful request that I wanted to try and do it justice.I LOVE MASKS (I actually collect them). I really hope you like this because I had so much fun writing out these little drables. Sorry they’re a little long :) I got a little carried away.
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Noctis
The ball was being held in your honor and you were thecenter of attention. Your dress was tight and elegant but tasteful and quite flattering.The mask that Noctis had made especially for you for the event was fashionedfrom a thing and delicate metal hand-painted a marriage of blues and greens,setting off your sparkling eyes. Everything about you screamed royalty andrefinement despite being raised outside of any form of a royal life. It was asif you had been born to be a princess.
Noctis had been pulled away by one nobleman after another.Everyone wanted to congratulate the new couple and assure the young prince theysupported his decision to wed a commoner. In fact, the decision had beeninsanely popular amongst the general Lucian population. Each time Noct tried toslip away and finally take you into his arms, someone else stepped into hispath, It was getting harder and harder to watch as men – both young and old –gently touched your arm, allowed their eyes to wander across your beautifulform, or earn the twinkling laughter than always made the prince’s stomachflutter with butterflies.
Ignis appeared from somewhere behind Noctis and gracefullytook over the conversation. Noctis caught his subtle nod before navigating thecrowd toward you. Gladio called out to a young man that was making a b-line forthe prince and Prompto stumbled through a sloppy greeting with another.Finally, Noctis’ gloved hand traced across your bare shoulders before he gentlypulled you by your waist towards him. “Good evening, princess.” He dropped hisvoice several octaves and did his best Iggy impression in hopes of channelinghis elegant speech.
Your breath caught in your throat at the sound of thebreathy honey-filled words as they filtered into your ears over the hum of theparty around you. Without turning, you knew your fiancée was the one grippingyou so sweetly and carefully, as if to shield you from the world. You were thankfulthat he stood behind you and couldn’t see the thrilled smiled you had no hopeof hiding. You had missed him all night. “Good evening,” you drawled in yourown accent. “I must warn you, sir, my fiancée will be awfully jealous if hesees us in such a position. And in front of all these people,” you covered yourmouth with a lace wrapped hand to stifle a giggle.
Noctis chuckled and lightly trailed his fingers down yourarm. He hummed, pleased at the sight of the goosebumps running over your flesh.“Allow me one dance,” he begged in his trademark whine, the accent barelyaudible.
One step forward and Noctis swept you around the floor,joining the already flowing circle of couples. Your dress fanned around you ashe spun you to face him, your noses touching before he placed a kiss to yourforehead. “You really are breathtaking.” He spoke in his usual quiet, reservedvoice. The blush that peaked below his plain golden mask was enough to let youknow his cheeks were burning. Ever your nervous prince.
“Have you looked in a mirror today? You’re not so badyourself.” You winked beneath your mask as he twirled you once more, yourskirts spinning around you before he pulled you close to his chest.
Your lips met in the sweetest of kisses. It didn’t last longenough to satisfy the need you felt burning in your chest but you weresurrounded by the most important people in the kingdom and some foreigndignitaries. That would have to wait until later. When you parted, applause eruptedin a mixture of “aw’s” and one “he’s quite the lucky man” from King Regishimself. Apparently, everyone in attendance had stopped to watch the two ofyour twirl and dance around the room.
“Guess they like us?” You nervously laughed and hid yourface in Noct’s chest.
Noctis did his best to cover you with his arms, knowing yourface would be redder than his own. “I think this is all you.”
Prompto
Being invited to a royal function, one that was bound to befilled with the most important and powerful people in the realm, was enough tohave Prompto preemptively sweating. Putting on the elegant black on black suit,picked out by Noctis and nearly identical to the one he wore minus thepinstripes, only made matters worse. Maybe Noctis had seen this coming andpicked the black for that reason alone.
The nervous blonde stuck close to Gladio who stood sentry atthe main entrance. Though he was off duty and dressed in his own custom suit,he relaxed against the wall as he spoke with several glaives that had beenassigned to the post. Prompto was doinghis best to act as if he were interested in the conversation as he scanned theroom for you. His heart sank, fear pooling in his veins before he finallycaught sight of you tucked into a corner of the room.
Though you were half hidden by a column nearly twice as wideas you, the unmistakable sound of your laughter filtered through his ears andhe found himself smiling like a love struck schoolgirl. There was no mistakingyou. The mask you wore was more for show than actual concealment. The thinplastic had been molded to you face and painted a glittering silver with moreholes in the design than actual material. It went perfectly with the back dressthe clung to you in all the right places.
Gladio gave Prompto a shove in your direction beforelaughing at a lewd joke Nyx Ulric had made about another member of the glaive.The girl beside him punched his arm with a half-smile as Prompto positioned hisown silver mask onto his face. Taking a few deep breaths to steady himself ashe skirted the room to you, he cleared his throat and smoothed his hair to besure it behaved for once. He bowed once he reached you in a practiced motionthat he managed to make graceful and flowing rather than jerky and out ofplace.
“You, my lady, are a gift from the Astrals themselves. Tellme, what have I done to make the Six smile down upon me with such favor?” Thewords rolled off his tongue easily as he stood to his full height and forcedhis warm, ocean gaze to yours. He had practiced the line until he was blue inthe face and had essentially traded his soul to Ignis in order to recruit hishelp. The words had been his idea and judging by the blush that colored yourcheeks and the giggle it earned, Prompto decided it had been the right call.
The silver mask he wore was meant to match your own butcovered much more of his identity. Even If his light golden hair had managed tocooperate, you would know the eyes of your lover anywhere. Always so warm andinviting, like Galden Quey even on the worst of days. “The gods do not revealtheir secrets,” you inclined your head slightly towards him. “Though perhaps Iam the one who has been blessed.”
Prompto coughed in an attempt to cover up the small squeak thatyour words had caused. Your friends giggled where they stood beside you and youwaved them off. Using the column as cover from anyone other than your friends,you closed the small distance between the two of you and pressed a chaste kissto his lips. His hands naturally found the small of your back as he pulled youcloser for a moment.
“How did you know it was me?” He asked when you parted.
Shaking your head, you pulled your mask from your face andhanded it off to a friend. “We agreed on matching outfits. And I would know mygunslinger anywhere,” you promised with another kiss.
Gladio
Tonight was Gladio’s night off – a rare thing for the Shieldof the future king. The party was in full swing by the time he had managed toget into the monkeys suit that he felt was still a little too tight despiteIgnis’ assurance that the tailor had followed the measurement precisely. He hadditched the tie the second the strategist had stepped from the room. His shirtwas unbuttoned one button lower than was probably proper, but he didn’t care inthe slightest. He wore the dark red mask – the color of dried blood, he thought– and stood posted by the door.
His large frame fit perfectly in the space just inside thegrand entrance and a support column. Naturally, he sought a position where hecould post up, survey the room to analyze it for exits and entrances, and tostudy the crowd. He frowned momentarily at the Champaign in his glass,expensive, sweet, and no matter how much he wished it to be, it wasn’t thecheap beer chilling in the fridge in his own fridge at home. He hated Champaignbut he hated small talk more and drinking at least gave him an excuse to beanti-social. Prompto rattled on about something to his side, Noctis wasapparently listening enough to encourage him to continue. Ignis had already lecturedGladio on his appearance and had moved on to greeting several of the nobles inattendance. Grumbling, Gladio pushed off from the wall with every intention oftexting you to meet him back at his apartment but found himself breathless asyou entered the ballroom fashionably late.
Your hair was piled up on top of your head, messy curlsfalling elegantly and glittering with subtle golden glitter. Your dress wasskin tight and deep red. The top of the dress hugged your breasts firmly, aglittering golden band pushing them up as it secured behind your neck andaccentuating your already full breasts. The slit running up the side ended justbelow your hips and allowed a glimpse of your toned and deliciously long leg asyou stepped forward. You mask, made of golden glitter and painted so that blackeyelashes framed your sparkling eyes, was clutched in your hand. Once youentered the room and every reveler turned to take in your sinful appearance,you slipped the mask on.
He would have known you anywhere, even if you’d worn themask to begin with. Gladio knew your body with an intimacy that you had neverfelt before but seeing you clothed in such a revealing yet tasteful dress wasenough to have his mouth watering as he approached you. He noticed severalother young men turning towards you in hopes of gaining your attention, but onewithering look from the human mountain and they retreated.
Large hands roughly grasped your hips and you gasped at thesudden contact. “You look good enough to eat,” the man growled into your earand a sudden heat rushed to your core. Even without seeing his face, you knewthe voice.
“In front of all these people?” You gasped in feigned innocence.
The grip on your hips tightened momentarily before you werepulled into the darkened and secluded corner he had claimed for himself before.Noctis and Prompto had disappeared into the throng of people and the two of youwere alone. “I can’t believe you in this dress,” amber eyes burned into yoursbehind a golden mask.
Biting your lip, you fluttered your eyelashes behind yourown mask. “You don’t like it?”
Gladio pressed his hips against yours, effectively thrustinghis growing erection against your front through your thin gown. “Oh, I love it.I think everyone else does, too.” He smiled at the gasp that escaped you beforebowing his head to capture your lips in a heated kiss.
“Don’t tell me you’re not going to let me enjoy the party.Especially after I got all dressed up,” you pouted.
Gladio stepped back, creating some space between the two ofyou and ran a hand through his already messy hair. “I think you might enjoy ourtime a little more.”
You couldn’t help giggling at the sight of Gladio strugglingto contain himself. You knew he would never do something to embarrass himself,the crown, or you in front of so many important people. Yet, you couldn’t denythe thrill his behavior sent through you. It was wonderful knowing you were hisone weakness. “So, we schmooze a little, dance a little, drink a lot, and sneakoff for own party?” You stole a kiss before pulling him back out into the dimlylit party.
Gladio kissed you again, this one longer and just forcefulenough to elicit a whine from you, before waving to a member of the council ashe approached. Your head spun as you bowed, your arm threaded through the youngShield’s for balance as well as show, and greeted the elderly man.
Your family name required you to smile and laugh at everypoor joke and to interject only whenever appropriate. The two of you worked theroom just as well as any noble couple would be expected to. Ignis, Noctis,Regis, and Clarus each took a turn speaking with the two of you. Once all thenames had been crossed from your list and Gladio had achieved the perfect buzzfrom the expensive wines being served, he pulled you onto the dancefloor forone dance. Although he claimed to hate it, his feet navigated the elegant stepsperfectly and he pulled you along in his strong arms with confidence.
“You’re good at this,” you mused as he twirled you carefullyonce before pulling you close to his chest once more.
Raising an eyebrow behind his mask, he smirked. “You whatelse I’m good at,” he purred into your ear.
Ignis
Halfway through a conversation with a visiting dignitaryfrom Altissa, Ignis’ cool gaze was pulled from the elderly man to the center ofthe ballroom. You were there, your hair curled and braided just messily enoughto scream effortless while still looking elegant without trying. Your dress wasgreen and hung just off your shoulder and fell in a trumped shape to the marblefloor. Again, the dress was simple but somehow stunning as it hugged you in allthe right places.
“My apologies, sir, but I’m afraid there is something I must…seetoo.” Ignis bowed his head slightly in respect before slipping into the crowd.He noticed the wine glass carefully resting in your relaxed hand and how itreflected against the mirrored mask you had chosen. The small hand mirror youhad sent him earlier than evening had been his only hint as to what you wouldbe wearing and he mentally applauded your choice.
Ignis had smoothed his hair, long from lack of time to haveit properly trimmed, back from his face in a sort of vintage pompadour style, asingle rogue lock falling into his seafoam eyes and onto the plain back mask.His classic suit and thin black tie added to his classic look. He smirked, quirkingone corner of his pale pink lips to the side as he approached you. “You, mydarling, look positively ravishing. Surely a creature so divine is without anescort?” Though his speech was the same, he did his best to disguise hisaccent.
Your cheeks burned a beautiful rosy color as you curtseyed ingreeting. For all his efforts, Ignis did look quite different from his normalself. However, you were just as sharp as the strategist and you knew your loverwell enough not to be fooled by his appearance. “It appears I’ve beenforgotten. Perhaps I could find someone else to keep me company this evening.”You sipped casually on the wine in your hand.
“Such a man would be a fool to leave you unguarded. Allowme, my lady.” Ignis offered his arm and waited for you to take it beforeguiding you towards the other dancers. He paused to allow you deposit your nowempty glass onto the tray of an offering waiter before spinning you elegantlyin time to the music.
You fell into step with Ignis with such ease that it wasdifficult to keep up the act. He was a perfect gentleman and kept his handsproperly in the small of your back and clasped your hand delicately in his own.You noticed the appraising gaze of several around the room at your show. “Imust say, you are quite the dancer, sir.”
“Come now, my love, surely you have not forgotten my touch,”he purred into your ear as he dipped you low and supported your weight with hisarms. His eyes sparkled behind his mask with mischief before he pulled you packto your full height. He removed his mask with one hand while keeping you close.
An airy giggle escaped you as you covered your mouth withyour silken gloves. “Oh my, Ignis, I had no idea you were such a skilleddancer.”
With a chuckle, Ignis carefully removed your mirrored maskso as not to disturb your makeup or hair. “Must you tease me?” He chided youwith a click of his tongue.
Rising further onto your toes than your shoes already forcedyou, you stole a chaste kiss and blushed at the chorus of “awe’s” that filteredover the elegant music. “Never, my love.” Leaning close, you whispered so thatyour breath fanned over his ear, “I would never forget your touch, Iggy.”
The only indication that Ignis heard you was the tighteningof his grip where his hands rested at your side, forcing you closer to hisfront. The pressure was enough to let you know that you had cracked his coolmask of composure. He was barely holding himself together and that knowledgesent a thrill through you. He let your name slip through his lips in a hushedwhisper. “Perhaps we should take out leave of this soiree.”
“Lead the way, my love,” you laughed and laced your arm throughhis once more. Once you had retrieved your coat, Ignis helped you into it andsteered you towards the exit of the citadel. Smirking, you pressed the key toyour apartment into his hand before climbing into his sleek town car.
