#but the king did teach him a little. specifically about using wish craft in battle

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part of assassiffrin's bonnie hangout! he has a bit of a different fighting/teaching philosophy than canon siffrin...

(unshaded version of one of the panels under the cut because i'm proud of it and it's hard to see in the actual comic)

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4th December - CtC’17

Chocobros and how they show their love for you/relationship headcanons

Hiya! :D

Today I present you a little headcanon. And on a side note, I really suck at finding names for anything. xD

My original thought came from how people sometimes don’t notice all the little things people do when they love someone. And then I spend time thinking about how the chocobros would change/adapt once they truly love someone and what they’d start doing for them - and only for them. ^^

This is the outcome:

(No spoilers nor tw’s needed - just some kinda fluffy stuff)

Noctis: 

Although he could buy you all the expensive things in the world, he refuses to

Doesn't like spending a lot of money on gifts because he fears you'd only be in for the expensive gifts (at least early on in your relationship)

Prefers meaningful gifts

They don't necessarily have to be cheap but he prefers to start off small with gifts

Unlike his father wants him to, he doesn't gift 3000gil bracelets but chocolate and flowers for a one month anniversary

Sometimes even likes to DIY some gifts

And those tend to be a disaster but it's the thought that counts, right?

However, if you tend to have a certain wish he tries his best to grant it

Technically, since he's the prince, he can make anything happen

Wanna ride a horse through the city? Sure thing. 

Wanna travel to Altissia for the weekend? Alright, pack your bags.

Want the most exclusive jewelry? Yeah, that's possible, too.

But he's not only proving his love through gifts

It's the little surprise dates he plans

It's the massages he loves to give you after a stressful day

It’s the way he worries about you to the point he orders the best nurse of Insomnia over to check on you

And the way he cares for you when you go through cramps

He’ll happily be your body pillow and heater anytime

Although he's not a good cook, he'll cook for you, too

You bet Ignis was involved, though - the risk of poisoning you without his help was too high

Noctis will shower you with little gestures

Pecks. All. The. Time.

Very touchy, loves caressing your body

Will do anything for you - that includes brushing your hair when you’re too tired to

Yeah, he's a pretty innocent lover.. Unless he's horny

Giver! He’s a total giver.

Always puts you first.. Even though he sometimes should put his duty as future king first

See's his future in you and doesn't fail to remind you whenever he can

He'll name a street after you to some anniversary once you're married

Also makes sure the garden is always top-notch and full of flowers you like

He's all about you and takes note of everything you seem to show a liking in

When he says he loves you, he really means it.

Prompto: 

The moment you two start dating, you become this sunshine's fuel of life

You make him happy with your presence, voice and touches

You make him feel so much better about his own struggles, he wants to give you back somehow

Now he isn't exactly on the rich side, tends to work a lot to provide for himself

Nonetheless, he never fails to surprise you with little gifts

Picks flowers for you whenever he can

He loves traveling and therefore always saves money to be able to afford trips with you 

With Prompto by your side, you'll always have splendid photos of yourself

He loves photographing you

Makes sure you know he loves your beauty 

Wants to portray your character through your photos

It's not about model photos but authentic ones

Prompto just really wants you to love yourself as much as he does

Aside from that, he's a very gentle lover 

Will be your butler 24/7 

You're always his no.1 

Your happiness is his main priority

He'd go to the end of the world if it'd mean you'd be happy

Feeling sad? Give him a call, he'll drop everything and be over in a minute

In case you're sick he'll take the best care of you, you could probably imagine

Gift-wise he really loves plushies and flowers - corny stuff is what he loves to gift

Plushies of chocobos, of course

Sometimes he may be a bit childish in terms of proving this love but doesn't that make him all the more lovable?

Since he's the most creative one out of all the chocobros, he also definitely likes DYI gifts

Want a cool frame for your photo? He's on it.

Or maybe a nice box? Well, he won't craft it but he'll find a nice way to paint it

Another very sensitive topic for Prompto is his body

Showing his body to you used to give him anxiety but now he's all okay with it - but only in front of you

He doesn't mind you seeing him naked, he trusts you won't make fun of any of his stretch marks or other flaws

If he wouldn’t love you with his entire being, he wouldn’t show the part he’s most insecure about to you

Ignis: 

He's probably the busiest chocobro 

While he looks after Noctis, he also has to take care of himself and his royal duties

He used to think he would never have time for an S/O but then life happened and he actually fell for you

Money isn't really a big issue with him by your side; he never had enough time and will to spend it on himself

So now he can spend it all on you.. Or so he thought

While he can buy you expensive jewelry or clothes from exclusive brands, it doesn't make either of you happy

“Money can’t buy us happiness”

Sure, gifts are nice but.. They aren't everything

His actual "gift" to you is his time

He absolutely loves spending time with you, yet he's unfortunately incredibly busy

But whenever he can take a day off, he spends it with you

He'll take you out on dates

Breakfast at a café, lunch at a fancy restaurant and dinner at home 

All day long you two go watch a movie, go (ice) skating or just spend a romantic day at the park with a little picnic

Ignis doesn't want to miss a chance to cook for you

Also, candlelight dinner at home is his favorite kind of date night

Although he's busy and hard to reach, you can always call him

If he doesn't pick up, he'll call back

And if it's an urgent matter, he would drop his duty and run to you

You're his main priority and always on his mind

You don’t have to fight for his attention nor battle yourself with anyone, Ignis always puts you first.. it’s just that he can’t neglect his duty

So unfortunately, Noctis has to be right behind you, though

Whenever he can, he includes you in daily his routines

Working out? He'll call you and ask to join.

Grocery shopping? Maybe you wanna join and grab a snack?

You’re his motivation, he relies on you just as much as you rely on him

There’s not a single day passing by without him telling you and showing you how much he loves you

When he's dead busy, he finds time to send a bouquet to you

And when you're sick, he'll try his best to take care of you, too

Massages, tea, grabbing your medicine for you, your favorite movies - he knows all the things to ease your mind

Ignis is a very attentive lover and that shows in his gifts

No matter what he goes for, it's always something he's 100% sure you'll like

He's never been wrong before - not even when it came to clothes and makeup

This guy has a brilliant taste

Besides sending flowers, he also sometimes sends surprise letters pointing out every one of his favorite moments with you, or 100 reasons why he loves you - sugary stuff like that but with a touch of romance

Gladiolus:

Although Gladio is fairly emotional, it's usually only anger that he releases

He's not the type of guy to continuously say he loves you

Saying it is rare for him because to him it means showing weakness

But he’s a tough guy, believes he shouldn’t do that

So sometimes he has weird ways of showing he cares

One time you gained a little weight and he blatantly pointed it out

While he meant well - loved you regardless of your weight - and really just wanted to point out that he noticed you changed a bit and wondered if something was wrong, it certainly didn't come out that way

There are plenty of fights because of situations like that

He’s just not good with words and this whole loving someone thing confuses him

To make it up, he usually takes you hiking or on some other trips

Gladio loves nature and feels most at ease when he's surrounded by trees and not houses - and you

The only thing improving this trip even more for him is you

It wouldn't be half as fun without you

And he certainly wants you to know

He really opens up when he's with you in the middle of nowhere

That's when he showers you with love and becomes one hell of a gentle teddy bear

No one besides you will see this side of him

He'll pick you flowers, help you fish.. And even teach you some survival tips or knowledge about animals and insects

Whenever he finds a specifically beautiful flower, he puts it behind your ear

He's a little awkward on speaking about how much he loves you, he prefers to show it 

Gentle kisses, soft touches,.. He's a lot more careful with his actions now that you guys are actually a serious thing and not just a fling

His secret talent is back rubs or really just any kind of massage

He knows exactly what spot to press and how to massage it properly, using just enough power to ease all your pain and help you relax

His favorite method of showing how much he cares is between the bedsheets, though

When you first started dating, he was very self centered

Nowadays he's all about you; he genuinely cares

He won't always show it but he knows when you're doing bad 

And he'll do his best to fix it

Running a bath, cleaning the house, cooking some.. More or less good.. Food

In terms of gifts, he's always pretty clueless

No matter how much time passes by, other than flowers and chocolate he never knows what to get you

In all honesty, he did grab pretty ugly accessories clothes once - but it's the thought that counts, right?

Mom-friend Iggy will come to the rescue, though, don’t worry

However, he really pays attention to what you like

If you mention that you want a specific item, you bet he'll remember that

Gladio is just a secretly awkward guy that loves you with all his heart and he'll do everything he possibly can to let you know

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Tiberius Blacstorm, in fairy robes. don’t you love when you accidentally flatten all the layers of a half finished drawing in photoshop?

Tale 19: Meriam Craweleoth: Mage Queen of The Grand West (chapter 1 -  One Day 2/10) part 4. Stories of Old

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One day, a woman of the Far North of Algonquia, came into the royal halls of the Grand West. She came baring kingly gifts. The King was presented with a sword that could cut anything, and a bow that shot any arrows of any material or spell. They were perfectly polished silver, with fine etching, and set with amethysts. But these gifts weren’t from the far land of Algonquia; They were from a hermit who lives by the mountain boarders between that land and Celticia. They were likely forged in the Hafokheofen volcanic fields, that are rumored to be between the north kingdoms. The peasant lady lay the gifts before Meriam and her king husband; not as gestures of peace, but as a wedding gift. Yet neither of them knew anyone who would send such magic craft their way, as only a friendly gesture without political meaning. But Meriam knew; she knew magic objects came from one source. A Warlock.

“Mage Helrem Monafyra, and his family, sends you fine tools from his forge, with good wishes towards your union. He said he had made these radiant magical arms, and thought no better use for them then to be gifts of magic comradery.” The woman said, curtsying and leaving the palace. Helrem’s messenger spoke good Old Anglian, and knew good etiquette. It caught Meriam off guard.

“My dear, I do not know how to use tools of magic, nor need them.” The King said. “As I vowed, I will not attend another battle; Even if I trained to use a bow and blade.”

“That isn’t the part that confounds me. It’s rather nice of him; this Warlock Helrem, of whom we’ve never met. I knew a warlock when I was young; He taught me much of magic. They’re a passionate lot; but in an odd way, not a normal way. Like seers are with their area of magic study. Instead of going on wondrous enthusiastic rants, however, they methodically brood and are most saucy…” Meriam mused. All the while, admiring the fine work. “For example, my friend’s uncle in Francia, made a stone pedestal with short pillars he called a gate; that summoned the shadow veil, allowing fey and mages to wonder between the layers of our world. He could use it to sneak to other lands through the shadow veil. He said all lands have a gate to a fey kingdom. Didn’t say much else about his work….”

“That’s terrifying.” The King said. The courts began to gasp. A structure that allowed men to enter magic. Even more, other lands wielded such magical devices, and Anglia did not. The courts began to beg Meriam to make a gate. One to the Raven Kingdom of the shadow veil. The people of magic in Anglia are housed by the Raven King; thus, it made sense.

“I would love a gate to easily transverse time and space, to ease my peace missions. But alas, I do not know how.” Meriam confessed, sheathing the sword and adorning it.

“Warlocks make magic things, and magic is taught, correct? Why not visit this kind Helrem fellow, and ask him for instructions? Check the people of the mainland while your about; There is a new trading post on the east banks, that would love word from their King.” the King said. “Unfortunately, it might have merchants…I don’t like merchants; or the idea of you being around merchants. They carry all sorts of sickness.” He confessed. Meriam shrugged, and immediately gathered her men. It was very sudden.

           The new mainland trading post, was a half day on horseback, and a day’s sail to the inlet. The trading post was small, and unguarded. The streets were half cobbled, and the houses made of poorly bound wood, perfectly nestled beside each other. There was all of one stone bridge, which separated the small market form the residents. Anything that was stone, was a black marble; including the entirety of the new town hall. Above the town hall, was a wooden banner saying: “Pepperidge.”

In her black velvet fairy robes, gothic makeup, and her uniformed knights in toe, Meriam walked right down the main street; and no one blinked an eye. The peasants and merchants were oblivious to the world. Too busy with daily life to care. It made Meriam uncomfortable. Then she heard a scream from a shack with a poorly drawn cow on it. Having nothing better to do, she went to see what was the problem.

           On the floor at the feet of some milk maids, lay a filthy boy with hazel hair, laying face down in the dirt and used straw. Meriam considered asking what is the meaning of this, with queenly authority, and then decided against that approach.

“Is there something wrong?” She asked.

“This town’s orphan…” the lady began. Then she gasped. “Mage Queen Meriam! Oh, your highness, we are so very sorry-”

“You were saying?” she asked bluntly.

“Oh yes, my lady; this is Tiberius Blacstorm. He’s a mage. He glowed with a bronze and black aura, then just flopped like a sack of flour.”

“He may have gone dark and needs medicine.”

“That would require money; the merchants are unkind, but they pay well for our favours. But we do not want to share with this peeping tom. Poor thing, though; no one to miss him.”

“I’ll take him.” Meriam shrugged. She gestured for on of her confused knights to get the boy off the floor. Then she gestured again when he didn’t move. He looked at Meriam with surprise to make sure it was him, then he picked up the boy, put him on his horse. He was a lot like a diminutive bag of sand… Meriam jumped on her familiar Nihten, and led her men, and the orphan, off on the northern trail.

“My Queen, I am questioning my loyalty. Why are we taking this orphan?”

“He’s a mage. He needs a teacher. We are going to a mage who is not me and can teach him.” She called back. “Give him some water. He will need to recover from the bleeding and fever. I can make a potion when we next make camp.”

“What about the Eldorman of…Pepperidge, my Queen?”

“What Eldorman? Did you see an Eldorman? Because all I saw was an anarchy of disorganized burghers, and a milkmaid brothel. Not to judge peoples tastes; they were well endowed and unlikely to carry smallpox.”

“Ah, yes; and what of this here orphan my lady.” The squire said gesturing to Tiberius laying limp over the mare like limp spinach. Meriam looked down in distaste and consideration, then back to the trail. Tiberius was leaving a trail of blood on the path behind them; then a sign of life! He murmured a quiet word of indecency towards his life.

             It was a long journey, but Meriam’s time magic made quick work of that. There was sense of urgency, as Tiberius was not recovering from going dark. He spoke a little, and when he did it was small jokes. Life without parents had made him malnourished, dirty, and weak; He must have forgotten what it was like to be cared for. Meriam’s potions of warm thistle, and healing charms she sung to him to help him sleep, did nothing but stall Tiberius’ poor condition. Meriam was disheartened; she had help heal many people ,who have felt the deaths flush after being consumed by emotion and magic. She almost forgot she was going to Helrem to learn to make a gate for the Grand West, not help a homeless ill boy. Tiberius had a charismatic way to him, that made everyone quickly invest in his wellbeing. Meriam asked what magic job he would want as a mage, and Tiberius shrugged. The knights asked what happened to his family, and Tiberius said he didn’t remember. He only said that he loved Pepperidge, and was excited to meet Helrem in another land.

While tending Tiberius, the travel party needed a safe route. They traveled silently through the north of their kingdom, through the Celticain borderlands to avoid Francia, and up the mountains marking the beginning of the Far North. The air became cold, and the earth warm; a coating of snow hiding the geothermal activity to the north west. But they were not given any information aside form this, as to where Helrem lived. In need of further guidance, Meriam wandered around aimlessly; those that are lost in Ealden Cynedom, will attract a specific type of fey. As a red sun set and an aurora painted the incoming blackness of night, a midnight blue mothkin appeared; large fairies that sleep as giant moth’s, but turn into a soft robed ethereal human form, that guild any lost humans, to their destinations. They lust for it. With a piece of emergency shortbread, Meriam easily got the fairy to take them to Helrem’s cabin. It was less than fifteen minutes from their current location; which they were also uncertain of. The mothkin was so happy to have helped, and she enthusiastically offered to take them back home; everyone thanked her. She hadn’t met many travelers, and adored human company.

           Helrem’s cabin sat hidden in alpine trees, upon the border mountain slopes. As Meriam and her men approached in the early winter night, they saw the glow of it’s fire, and heard the howling of wolves. Thought her men were weary, Meriam noticed the calls were not that of real wolves; they were human. As they came closer, more stars came out, making the sky glitter brighter then the ground. The subtle flashes of aurora dancing by the peaks above. The light of the northern sky caused, the ankle-deep snow to glow on an untread trail. Nearing the cabin, snow blew off the cliffs, followed by a louder howl that echoed with a mythic chime; and the kicked-up snow burst into the lights of stars which you could touch. As the group stopped to awe at this dazzling magic, they heard the giggle of a child. Upon the ridge, they found the source of this spell; a rough Algonqian man with his son, sat in wolf fairy robes peering over the edge. Their black hair emphasizing their lilac and violet eyes, as their skin gleamed in the moon light.

“Hello.” The man said. “To what do I owe the honour of having the Queen of Anglia travel so far to see me?”

“You must be Master Helrem Monafyra. I need your assistance to learn some spells, and I have a young mage who is need of a family. Though I see you already have one.” Meriam said waving to the Helram’s son, who waved back with a big smile. He reminded her of Eatheltwein. For someone who didn’t want children, she found herself charmed by them; it’s nice when they’re not yours, she thought.

“Right this way. I was just teaching my son, Murdoc, night magic! He wants to be a seer like you. Turned out he was a mage, and now I get to teach him all I know!” Helrem laughed. He had a deep a jolly laugh, that was both intimidating and contagious.

           In the cabin, Helrem’s wife, and Murdoc, provided food, and took Tiberius into the bedroom to sleep. Helrem had the proper potions to heal Tiberius, and gave them to him. His wife was eager to tend to Tiberius, unable to stand seeing someone in need. She brought innumerable furs and blankets for the lot of them.

“We are kind, loyal and giving here. If my fine wife is not an excellent example. You may stay until you are ready to leave, if you help around.” Helrem said. Meriam’s five knights quickly feel asleep after some meat, wool blankets, and hot water.

“Master Monafyra, would you mind taking in the boy? He is of my kingdom of Anglia, but he has no home or parents. I found him as you see him. My charms and potions were not enough to heal him, and the palace has no place for him. He deserves love. He is silly, adamant, and sweet.” Meriam said, watching Murdoc crouch near Tiberius’s bed side in curiosity. The boys looked so different.

“Sure! Murdocs’ been wanting a brother for years; but as you can see by his age, and my wife’s generosity, that wish was never granted. We have the space, food, and education for the boy. You are kind for saving him and bringing him here.”

“Really? You’ll take him? Without question? You keep complimenting me, and sending gifts; I do not know you, and yet you are so kind.” Meriam rambled. Helrem leant in and hugged her, with a warm smile. Even though she was queen, and a stranger. It was a kindness that inspires more kindness; a compassion which expects nothing in return. Meriam slowly hugged back. Everyone needs and could give that sort of compassion.

It would take a few days for Meriam to record Helrem’s notes on making a gate. She had nearly filled a journal full of potion recopies, and gate instructions, poorly drawn maps, by the third day. Her men enjoyed hunting, teaching the boys swordsmanship, sledding, and eating. The travel had worn them thin and in need of comfort. A winter vacation was much more palatable than battlefronts. Meriam’s knights were not sure if they should feel lucky or not. While the boys enjoyed life, Meriam stayed in the cabin. Helrem’s home was saturated with magic tools and objects; like one massive workshop. Though, he admitted his main forge was indeed in Hefokheofen flats, where he could access the fires of dragons, fairies, and other fey. He was passionate about sharing his work, and picking the brains of Meriam’s knights. Meriam recording everything. She is primarily a seer after all.

“Why do you talk to them about their opinions of magic? Common folk either fear or ignore fey and spell.” She said watching them lounge around a bonfire.

“I disagree. Magic is wonderful, and capable of bringing out the youth in all of us. Magic is neutral, peaceful, and wonderous. The sparkle in the eyes of your men was more proof that even a common man can appreciate and adore the mystical and enchanted; without a single desire to abuse it, or use it for violence, status and wealth.” Helrem gleamed, “Here, let me show you something.” He said, leading Meriam to his work bench. He gently picked up and handed her a glass wand of twisted white and violet glass.

“This is a wand. It helps control the flow of magic threw men, from the shadow veil. I want to make ones that can be used by people in magic houses, so they can enjoy magic like us mages. Like they wish they could. People could make their own metal and clean water, use potion recipes to heal each other and fey. Even use spells that allow them to summon what they need. The weapons I make for commission are but side projects; I dream that all people can have the sparkle of summoned stars in their eyes and steps everyday. Think what good the sweetness of people could achieve with such power. Though not as powerful as our magic; I can only do so much.” Helrem explained. His dream made Meriam jitter with excitement, as she remembered how Felin wanted to wield magic like that; her rosy smile and big heart. Then Meriam heard the last sentence; a subtle panic filled her mind. She had seen murder, unlike Helrem. Meriam knew what corrupt people would do with magic in a time of war, and what fear can drive people to do.  She could not decide whether Helrem’s good intentions were right, or would bring the downfall of the balance between the magic veils.

           When Meriam arrived back home, she greeted her comforts with a deep sigh. The road had given gratitude for her soft bedding, good soap, wine and vegetables. She warmly embraced her husband, and retired her men to their families. The following week, Meriam received the black marble she had bought at Pepperidge. The local miners and merchants who sought it, said the black marble was only found in mainland Anglia. Both beautiful and authentically Grand West. Meriam pulled out her journals, and walked into the square, just down the main street from the palace; and then she began her work. With that same goodness Helrem inspired her with, Meriam worked in tranquility to make the Raven Gate. It was smooth and perfect in its completion; radiant but useless. Only fey and mages could use it. Meriam even put security on it to prevent common folk from wondering near it. The court men wondered why they gave in to peer pressure, and wanted a gate so badly, as it looked like it did nothing but look pretty and supposedly be magical. In two weeks, the Raven Gate became a pretty art installation in the square. Yet, with the creation and opening of the Raven Gate in the Capitol of the Grand West, Meriam made a magic forest hidden within a city, that would even outlive her.

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