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It doesn’t take much for Gladio to get stunning shots. This guy probably invented modelling. He just has to act natural and then ta-da! The guys aren’t too happy about it. 

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Noct’s favorite hand gesture becomes Iggy’s new favorite, too. Except, he does it behind the prince’s back, literally.

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Eat your veggies, Noct.

“Noct, time for your midday lunch. His Majesty awaits you at the dining hall.”

Midday lunch. 

The young prince of Lucis finds himself staring in front of what seems like an army of vegetables, neatly placed in front of him as if soldiers in a battlefield.

Noctis swallows hard as he eyes the dubious green soup, plated in front of him in beautiful Lucian tableware along with hordes of Keycatrich salad appetizers and skewered mushrooms. 

His father, King Regis, picks up the spoon in a graceful lift, eyes dark, hair pushed back neatly in a fashion that befits the king of Lucis. 

The young prince expects his father to scold him for holding a staring game against the army of greenery but he was surprised to find him scowling as if the soup has offended his Majesty, sticking out his tongue in disgust.

“Eos Green Pea Soup,” he muttered, chugging down a small helping of Altissian wine. He looked at his son, a comical expression playing across his features. “Never sits well with my taste buds, unfortunately.’

Noctis laughed at his father, finding a comrade to fight with against the Lucian chef’s army of dubiously cooked plates of veggies and herbs. 

‘I hate peas, too,” the prince said, the high tone of his voice filling the dining hall, sunlight filtering through against the black curtains with gold embroidered trimmings.

Ignis sits from across the prince, stabbing lettuce after lettuce and stuffing them inside his mouth. 

“But young Ignis likes his vegetables, it seems,” King Regis remarked the young retainer with approval.

“It is delectable, your Highness,”Ignis replied meekly.

The Lucian King smiled, eyeing the way his son’s neck craned to see what has so delighted his friend.

Fork lifting and eventually stuffing his mouth with the vegetable in question, Noctis’ brows furrowed and it took all his might to swallow the food, finding Ignis’ taste in food very questionable.

It was Ignis’ turn to smile. “Lettuce alone won’t be too delicious, I’m afraid. You have to put in some dressing to make it taste better.”

“And some cheese and bits of ham, Noctis. Makes it all the better, trust me,” his father added, smirking.

Noct studied his two companions and then stared at the one standing further from the table, her figure a beacon of hope to guide him through his struggle with the vegetables. 

“Do you like veggies too, Veritas?” his voiced filled the hall once again.

The young woman smiled at her place beside the scary looking Cor. “Why yes, my prince. His Highness and young Ignis are right to tell you about the cheese,” she replied with a light and amiable chuckle.

Her voice soothed him somewhat, finding back up to finally face the menacing leafy greens. Noctis huffed as he stabbed yet another lettuce, added some cheese, dressing, ham and then....

“Don’t forget the carrots, child,” King Regis said, eyeing the way his only son cautiously choosing his ingredients in his garden of a plate.

“Not my kind of crunchy,” he muttered.

Cor Leonis and Veritas both chuckled in unison, followed by the King. 

Ignis Scientia held his breath as the young prince slowly took a bite.

As soon as he did, Noctis’ eyes lit up, smiling.

The tension in the room lifted, as if a veil had finally been lifted.

“I think the cheese did it,” the young boy replied, taking another forkful of the not-so-offensive Keycatrich Salad.

The king of Lucis sighed as if he has won yet another treaty. “Well then, it wasn’t bad, wasn’t it?”

Noctis shook his head, adding another bit of cheese into his fork.

“Yeah, but we should call it Cheese Salad instead. It’s not so scary if you call it that way,” he suggested.

“I shall make you one, one day, Majesty,” Ignis replied, committing to memory on how to make the young prince eat his greens.

Noctis finished his salad in a few minutes, his eyes alight in mirth.

King Regis sipped his wine in triumph, finding the sweetness and headiness of it agreeable against his tongue.

“Another battle has been won, it seems,” Veritas remarked with a chuckle.

“Yeah!” Noctis cheered, imagining himself atop the defeated mountains of veggies.

“Well-played, Highness,” Cor Leonis commented as the desserts were being ushered in. 

“True enough. Although, one would wonder as to how I will get him to eat carrots.”

Noctis’ shrill voice rang like bells in the air as King Regis pinched the bridge of his nose, listening to his son’s repeated battle cry against the mighty vegetable army of Regis Lucis Caelum being chanted with fervor.

“NEVER!” 

“Let’s save that battle for another day,” King Regis muttered.

He smiled in content as his son ate the dessert in front of him with undisguised happiness. 

At least Noctis loves the same dessert his mother loves, Regis remarked in his mind, sighing even more in his drink of delicious Altissian wine. 

Reminds me of you, every passing moment, my love.

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The Chocobros on the Dance Floor

Who among them dances like Kenny Crow, though?

Noctis - The Awkward Prince

Noctis likes listening to music as it gets his blood pumping.

He would subtly bob his head to the beat but if he’s feeling really into it, expect him to sway a bit to the song, an unconscious biting of his lips ensues, much to the bros’ endless teasing.

When it comes to dancing however, don’t ask the prince to dance if you’re not on his posse.

Stranger? No thanks.

But if the bros start dancing, initiated by Prompto, followed by a very good dancer named Gladio, expect Noctis to dance a bit.

The prince doesn’t have a particular dance style, expect him to sway his body from side to side and raising his hands in the air if he feels like it.

Dancing with the bros does not require the best dance moves nor coordination. It’s only pure craziness.

When someone he likes is suddenly thrust into the dance scene beside him, at first Noct goes from having fun to being shy.

But when his crush starts laughing as they dance to the beat, being their usual self, Noct would gain confidence and start dancing with them.

Bold is rarely the word for the prince when it comes to things like this, but if he’s feeling extra brave, he’d hold his crush’s waist as he dances with them, a playful smile decorating his lips.

A younger Noct wouldn’t dare do the, um, grind, but mind you, with enough signals from his crush, he’d be down with it. Nothing dirty, just losing himself in the feeling of holding his dear one close and inhaling the sweet scent of them.

By the end of the night, Noct is hooked.

Don’t try to put V in the dance scene, however, if you do not want to make a mess of the Prince.

Prompto - The Energy Bunny

Prompto, despite looking like a shy and clumsy chocobo, is actually a killer on the dance floor.

Not a killer, of course. But he’s gonna slay anyone who challenges him to a dance off.

Sunshine Kid’s energy and dance moves are the best around. He likes dancing to keep his blood pumping, plus it gives him an extra boost of happiness.

Prompto loves watching those choreography videos on Nextube and he’d try to imitate the steps with success.

He’s not all about the dance moves however, because Prompto’s charisma is infectious.

He’d be all smiles as he dances, but he’d get very much into it too that he’d look like a total badass of the dance floor.

But he’s not doing this to look cool, though. Sunshine Kid just loves to dance. His fave goofy moves? Why, the Kenny Crow dance of course! Followed by the cowboy bounce and the running man. He ain’t Sunshine Kid without being a goofball, of course.

If he’s only listening to the music, a.k.a. watching his friends dance as he gobbles down on spicy food and chugging down a cold drink, he’d bob his as he’d tap his fingers on the floor.

Expect his feet to tap to the beat too. It’s like his body can’t contain itself that he has to dance it all out.

He’s the one who initiates the dancing. He won’t be too confident to try and dance on the dance floor at first. He’d dance by the corner or by the table all by his lonesome…for a few seconds. He’d then drag Noct or whoever it is that is fortunate or unfortunate enough to be in near proximity.

If he spotted his crush in the crowd, Sunshine Kid is nowhere to be seen.

The bros would eventually find him stress eating by their table or pretending to be busy taking photos to avoid talking to that person.

And let’s not forget the selfies. By the end of the night, expect lots of selfies with the bros and all the people he’s made friends with. And lots of stolen shots. That’s Prompto for ya.

Gladiolus - A Vision on the Dance Floor

Gladio likes any kind of music. So if someone plays some really good beats, expect him to really try and rock to it.

He’s confident in his dancing. He doesn’t have any dance moves in his pockets like Prompto, but boy, can this man dance.

The way Gladiolus carries himself as he busts a groove makes it look as if he’s doing some sort of photo shoot.

He is not shy to dance either in a reserved fashion like swaying his body from side to side, or from going full on with his dancing.

This guy’s energy is hard to match, only at par with Sunshine Kid himself.

Gladio is open to dancing with a stranger, given that they’re nice and all. If they’re jerks, expect him to walk away with an irritated scowl.

He’s the kind of guy who would boldly ask someone to dance with him or with his friends if they’re alone or too shy.

He won’t be overpowering; in fact, he’d be very friendly with them. He’d strike up a really good conversation as they dance with ease.

The bros are not surprised if the big guy ends up making friends, or having a number written on his arm or his hand.

If Gladio sees his crush in the dance floor, he’ll call out to them.

He’s very happy to find them as he’s having fun and is willing to do his best to make them feel the same way.

He doesn’t dance to impress, but if that is what will take for his crush to really notice how, ripped, uh, good-looking he is, then by all means, he would.

Gladio is the kind who would talk about different things to anyone while dancing. From nonsensical things and jokes to deep philosophical things like do you think the stars stare back at us and all that.

Ignis - The Suave One

Ignis prefers to listen to music, thank you very much.

He’d be that friend who seem to have their butts glued to the seat and would make up every excuse not to dance.

‘I’m too drunk’ (he’s drinking Ebony; in fact, none of the bros drink liquor anyway in precaution to avoiding any mischief), or ‘I sprained my foot, ah, ankle’, ‘My glasses are too foggy’, ‘Cor is in the crowd’ (gasp) and such.

The bros would leave him to his lonesome.

Ignis is very happy to be left alone. He fishes out his phone and begins playing King’s Knight. The bros are missing out on the level up bonus on a Friday night. Iggy smirks.

He’d find his foot tapping to the beat and he’s cool with that. Ignis Scientia likes listening to whatever makes him feel better, no matter the genre.

The only time you can find Ignis on the dance floor is if he is avoiding someone.

There was one time when a lady bumped into his seat and asked if he wanted to dance. She was very beautiful, yes, but he found that from a corner of the bar that a man as big and fearsome as Gladio was glaring at him as if he was throwing daggers at Iggy in the dark. Ignis excused himself with regret but peace goes first before romance. A sad affair, really.

Gladio is the first to sense if something was amiss and would call out to Iggy to join the bros in the dance floor.

Prompto’s incessant dance moves proven to make Ignis Scientia laugh and Noct’s annoying teases would push the Master Tactician to bust a few moves of his own.

Ignis can dance. His spatula can attest to that.

If anyone can catch Iggy dancing, consider yourself blessed. 

Ignis looks so damn sexy as he dances. He’d push his glasses up and dances effortlessly it’s almost criminal. AND THAT SMIRK.

Once Ignis’ apple of his eye is suddenly in the room, Ignis would halt any tomfoolery and act the mature one in the group (he already is, but, multiply that twice).

He’ll see if this person would look at him as his friends would dance about. If they did, he would look away as if he himself wasn’t staring at them in the first place.

It works, of course. Ignis finds himself talking to this person but keeping everything about him mysterious. 

He’s not touchy, though, so don’t expect him to grab you out of nowhere and start swaying those hips. He’s a gentleman.

At the end of the night, Ignis Scientia has gotten almost everyone smitten with him. 

Noct gives him the stink eye from the back of the car. Remind him not to bring Specs to the dance club again.

V - The Closeted Dancer

The lady above is Veritas Lux Seculum in her typical battle gear. I finally made her own GIF! I made a character model for her in FFXV Comrades and I’m so happy to have made her first GIF! Of course it had to be the goofy one, ha!

She’s almost always sitting by the table with Iggy, discussing matters and even jokes. Iggy approves.

But then Prompto would drag her away to the dance floor and would make her laugh with his cowboy and running man dance moves.

Gladio joins in the moment he sees this and would try and joke about, raising V’s hands in the air to ease her nervousness.

Veritas is too cautious and reserved most of the time, so a little dance wouldn’t hurt.

Once she sees that everyone is having fun, she’d let loose a little bit.

Immortals aren’t boring on the dance floor. They’re adorable!

This barely 5′ short tall lady starts by swaying her body to the beat and similar to Noct, she would raise her hands in the air, just losing herself to the groove.

But if the mood finally strikes, she would drop all facades and dance to her heart’s content.

She’s not afraid to go disco or latin or hiphop or anything. Sunshine Kid challenges her to imitate his moves and she complies but throws in a bit of her take to it.

V is the kind of person who would laugh as she dances and likes to engage in conversation like Gladio.

Her usual dance partner is Prompto and she’s always down to being a goofball with him.

Their fun energy is infectious that even Noct starts dancing with them.

If V looks at the Prince however, he’d look away.

V loves dancing with her friends, but if Ravus suddenly calls her, expect her to excuse herself and head outside the club to talk.

The only way to get her back is to say that Gladio has had too much to drink (of course not). They only want their best mate to stay for the fun.

Here’s the playlist I’ve been listening to as I wrote this down, if anyone is curious. I don’t really stick to a particular style, as long as it keeps the blood pumping, it’s a go. *please don’t judge me, haha!’

‘Bust A Move’ by Young MC, 

‘Ice, Ice Baby’ Glee Version,

Uptown Girl by Billy Joel, 

U Can’t Touch This by MC Hammer, 

‘Let’s Groove Tonight’ and ‘Boogie Wonderland’ by Earth, Wind & Fire

‘The Water Dance’ by Chris Porter feat. Pitbull

‘Manolo’ by Trip Lee and Lecrae

‘Kiss’ Prince’s version

‘Uptown Funk’ by Bruno Mars

‘Fever’ by Peggy Lee

‘Sexy Boy’ by Air

‘No Problem’ by Lil Scrappy

‘Lovefool’ by The Cardigans

‘I’m Too Sexy’ by Right Said Fred

‘Let’s Get It’ by Jordyn Carter

‘I Hate Myself For Loving You’ by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts,

’Sway’ Michael Buble version 

‘Come On Eileen’ by Dexys Midnight Runners, 

‘Footloose’ by Kenny Loggins, 

‘WTF’ by Missy Elliott feat. Pharrell Williams, 

‘Love Never Felt So Good’ by Michael Jackson and Justin Timberlake, 

‘Should I Stay or Should I Go’ by The Clash,

’Sexy Back’ by Justin Timberlake, 

‘Anaconda’ by Nicki Minaj, 

‘Fooled Around And Fell In Love’ by Elvin Bishop

I know I have a lot more, but I really can’t remember. Haha! If y’all have any song suggestions, let me know! I need more music in my life. X

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Road Trip with Prince Regis and His Crew

Prince Regis Lucis Caelum crosses the continent alongside his friends Cid Sophiar, Weskham Armaugh, Clarus Amicitia, the young but firecracker Cor Leonis and an unexpected guide. Who can shower in the rain? 

Long Headcanon post...again. 

The song playing in my mind each time I imagine Prince Regis and his friends cutting across the continent towards Accordo is “Blowing in The Wind” by Stevie Wonder (his version is so beautiful). Imagine the prince and his friends singing the lyrics to the songs they love, not minding if they’re out of tune or out of sync (that’s Cid).

Regis  

Regis is the fussiest among the rest of the crew. Not about mud or dust. It’s not that. The only thing he’d ever care about are his dirty clothes.

He’s used to presenting himself in the best image at all times, he’s used to keeping his look pristine and well-kept and so must his clothes.

Oh and hygiene. He’s fine with dirt. But no proper baths or showers? Expect the prince to be pouty until their next motel or caravan stop.

Gloves all day, every day. In the cold, in the heat, while sleeping, while eating --  Prince Regis doesn’t like dirt in between his fingernails. 

Aside from all these, Regis is a complete outdoors man. He can adapt to any situations and would always have the best solution to the weather.

Rain? He’s got an umbrella at his disposal. Too hot? He’s brought his sleeveless shirts (black and sleek, of course. He has to wear those for the photos because Aulea loves seeing him in those things). Too cold? He’s got the thickest and comfiest coat. Fashionable too, of course.

When it comes to food, despite being used to the finest cuisine Lucis and Insomnia has to offer, Regis can stomach just about anything.

He’s endured so many things even at a young age. Five star food can wait. At twenty, Regis doesn’t mind if he’s eating toast all day or beans. He can eat any vegetables that Weskham can find.

Regis brought most of his essentials with him. As mentioned, there’s his hygiene and shaving kit. He’s also brought his sewing kit to fix those loose buttons and yes his pants that is ripped in the middle, his medicine (he gets allergic to the outdoors sometimes; Cid calls him a princess), his favourite book, extra pairs of gloves (must hide that ring), flashlights, extra weapons just in case he loses yet another dagger, his favourite coffee brand and of course, and of course his phone card (gotta call his sweetheart Aulea).

Regis is a really bad driver — every one of them would scramble for the seat belts only to know there aren’t any. Instead, they’d hang on to their dear lives each time he’s behind the wheel.

Regis would drive and chat, much to everyone’s horror. Cid’s incessant cursing doesn’t help either, as it even encourages Regis to be animated with his expressions and uses his hands to tell his stories.

Regis is not the first to rise in the mornings, but he’s not the last either. He’s more of the middle.

He’s one of the last to sleep, though. He’s got a lot on his mind. 

And the complete darkness gives him the chills. He’s used to the comfort of Insomnia’s bright lights or his bedside lamp.

The Prince has the quickest reflexes and the sharpest hearing, too. So if anyone starts to fight their pillow in their sleep (it’s Cid), he’s the first to grab his heavy flashlight to brandish about as if all of Eos’ daemons are jam-packed in their already full tent.

Regis would give Cid a playful kick in the leg to rouse him from his sleep, much to no avail.

Being a proper prince and all, Regis is not an unruly tent mate. He keeps much to his own space and rarely snores.

Just don’t deprive him of his pillow and blanket. He’s used to comfort and his back hurts a lot if he doesn’t have any cushioning. Cid calls him a sissy, to which the Prince retorts that he won’t share his exquisite Lucian blanket when the temperature gets cold. 

He kept his word, of course. Cid immediately regretted the decision as the comforter reached up only until Weskham. He’d have to endure the surface and the cold. His favourite line of ‘Oh my achin’ back’ originated from this little event.

He’s the guy who wants the oil lamp to be set to dim at night inside the tent, not to be extinguished at all.

The Prince of Lucis does the dishes. Don’t let the sharp suit and neatly trimmed nails fool you. He’s built for hard work and he’s willing to do it all.

Just don’t make him put up the tent, if you don’t want it to look like a child’s make-believe fortress in the end.

Prince Regis can be a rebel out in the wild. He’s not a stranger to mischief despite his gentlemanly demeanour. Like every young man, he always likes to get away with some trouble making.

Regis prefers to use his weapons against daemons whenever they stayed too late out in the wilds. He would be inheriting the Ring of the Lucii but he prefers not to use it against the daemons.

He’s not afraid to fight them off. Although, he has a particular dislike of those Nagaranis and Necromancers. Gives him the shivers like the Frozen’s Glacian’s breath breathing down his neck.

The Prince, despite his wealth, is the stingiest of all the guys. He’d hold back until the last moment a.k.a. until the seller gives up and gives him half the price. Score!

Thinks he’s the coolest guy in Lucis whenever he drives his car. He’s a bit vain when he’s out on the road; he knows he looks too damn fine and sexy in his gloves as he drives out into the wild in his sleek and shiny Regalia.

Cid

The able mechanic has all his tools with him. It’s stored in the back of the Regalia, inside his pockets, even inside his jacket or his screwdriver tucked in his pants. Don’t ask where he keeps the screws.

Cid is the rowdiest of the group. And he never shuts up.

He does keep to himself sometimes, but if he’s in one of his moods, Cid will just keep on singing to his heart’s content.

He likes to take the wheel when on the road, but Regis says no.

Aside it from being his car, Regis knows that if Cid is behind the wheel, it means that the grumpy mechanic holds all reins to the car audio system.

It’s all country music or swampy music of course. Cowboy tunes are his favourite.

Not that the guys mind, of course. They’re not choosy. But it’s Cid’s incessant singing that bugs them.

He can’t even sing the songs right, almost always singing the lyrics late. When he realises this, he tries to quicken his singing to keep up with the song. It’s like listening to those tapes that you fast forward. It’s both funny and annoying at the same time.

Cor would never admit it, but he likes it whenever Cid starts singing. It gives him the best laughs in his ‘boring’ life.

In the whole crew, Cid is the most un-fussiest of them all when it comes to camping.

Beans for lunch? Great, tastes like caviar. No water for showering? He can shower in the rain. A snoring Clarus for the rest of the night? Why, music to his ears. A bratty Cor Leonis? Lemme handle this brat.

Cid loves camping. He’s ecstatic to be out in the wild. He’s not fond of the bright lights of Insomnia. He likes looking out into the wild lands each time he has the chance. And now he’s out here and there’s nothing that he could ever ask for. Oh, uh, except for peace of course. Peace needs to be won.

Cid, despite his hard demeanour, is a softie for the wild animals. The rest of the crew loves animals, of course, but the animals love Cid like he’s their daddy.

The mechanic can even tame a bloody sabertusk, petting its head while Clarus wrestles with one beside him, screaming as he does so.

Regis runs away from a pack of rogue Daggerquills while Cid has one perched on his shoulders like he’s freakin’ Snow White. He’s proud of it, of course.

‘They ain’t like the varmints folks call ‘em — they’re practically a softie!’ Cid says about a skarnbulette.

He even thinks a behemoth is an adorable little kitty. Clarus gives him the weird look reserved only for the looniest of people. Cid’s the second in that list of his, and that’s not a compliment.

Cid Sophiar puts up the tent. He’s the best tent maker around. The rest of them can screw it. Yup, his own words, not mine.

Cid is almost always awakened each time Regis rises from his sleep. The two best friends are inseparable despite their differences.

It is also universally known that if Regis catches the stomach flu, expect Cid to get the same predicament or something similar.

Cor Leonis gets on Cid Sophiar’s nerves. Not because the fifteen year old ‘stuck up’ is a hyper active teen because he’s not. It’s because he treats Cid with the utmost respect even if the older man tries to rile him up to get any kind of reaction from him aside from his usual stoic scowl.

Cid Sophiar always gets the ladies’ numbers if they’re ever stopping by civilisation. He’s a ladies’ man. Sorry, Weskham.

If only Cid’s incessant cursing and badmouthing can kill even the fiercest of daemons, Regis would be grateful. The mechanic slings out bad words like a freakin’ machine gun.

Weskham

This Keycatrich native is the calmest of the group.

Nothing ever freaks him out. Not even a rogue Behemoth screeching eerily close to their camps at night. Nope. Not even Cid’s stink eye nor Cor’s tantrums.

He’s the parent of the group. He’s the one who administers the medicines and the salves, the one who cooks, the one who is the first to rise from sleep.

He’s also got the longest patience. Cid can mumble his cowboy tunes like a broken vinyl record and Clarus can snore as loud as a behemoth until dawn and Regis can be all too fussy for not showering for two days and Cor can keep on babbling about the empire’s demise all day and night. Weskham doesn’t bat an eyelash. He’s chill.

But if anyone loses any of his pens or scratches his pans, expect a little scolding. Yes, even Regis…especially Regis. The prince accidentally washes his prized pan with the rough texture side of the sponge.

Being an able cook, Weskham can whip any delicious food up with just about any ingredient, to which the crew is very much grateful for. At least they won’t have bean soup for the third night straight. He’s looking at Cid.

Weskham is the most civil when it comes to getting rid of both vicious animals and villainous daemons. Swift and painless.

He has the best tunes than the rest of the crew. Whatever he picks to play in the Regalia, anyone would say it’s an agreeable choice.

Weskham loves to tell stories by the camp fire. This is Regis’ favourite part of the night.

The wise man always has something to tell and most of the time his stories are both exciting and insightful.

The guys look like children huddled by the camp fire, their eyes glued on the charismatic man as he regales them of tales of days past.

Weskham, suspiciously enough, has keys for almost everything.

When it comes to sleeping, Weskham is a shallow sleeper. He can rouse from his sleep just like Regis but unlike the Prince, this gentleman handles his sudden awakening with a very calm and collected demeanour, not thrashing about like a coeurl.

He is the only one in the group with a watch. In fact, he’s got like, five pocket watches?

He’s also the one they can rely on when it comes to reading compasses. But without it though, Weskham is, in Clarus’ own words, as useless as a dessert spoon.

Weskham is the voice of conscience. If Regis is driving recklessly, expect him to tell the prince to glue his eyes on the road. He’s also the one to tell Cid not to bother poor Leonis.

He is also the negotiator of the group. Cid is the opposite of course. When Cid gets them into trouble with anyone, especially at diners, Weskham is the man to do the job of clearing things. Regis can’t do it though because he won’t stop laughing at the bumbling mechanic.

Clarus

Clarus Amicitia hates bugs. He won’t stay still whenever he sees one. He won’t freak out, goodness no. But expect him to be jumpy each time he’d feel a mosquito on his skin. Those hundlegs? No thanks.

This is where his skill with blades come in handy. A fly on flying in front of you? SLASH. Clarus just slashed it in half with his little dagger. Cor wants to emulate it…he fails each time.

Cor asks his secret to being precise and agile. Clarus agrees to do so if Cor can tell him if the mosquito was a female or male. The young soldier gives him the famous Cor Leonis scowl. Priceless.

Clarus is the most adaptable to sleep and waking up. He needs to wake up early? No prob, he’ll be asleep by eight pm. He needs to stay up? No prob, bring in the coffee and expect him to be as hyper at four in the morning.

He likes to work out as much as he can. He also trains young Cor as Weskham cooks their food and Regis does his regular shave.

Clarus and Cid get on each others’ nerves sometimes. Nothing serious, though. It’s more that Clarus is used to keeping quiet and Cid is just the blabber mouth of the group. 

He particularly HATES it whenever Cid clicks his tongue to fill in the silence, especially at night.

He likes watching the stars before he goes to sleep. There’s something so calming about it each time he’d gaze at the stars in their millions.

He keeps a journal where he writes his star charts. 

He also writes about the animals and plants he sees. Everything about the wilderness amazes him. Yes, Clarus is the explorer of the group. One day, he’ll live out somewhere in Duscae where he’s surrounded by all things living. Insomnia’s just too full of buildings…and malls.

Clarus smuggled a frog in their journey. It’s his favourite pet, found it in Alstor Slough. His name is Pepito. Please don’t ask him why. Regis can’t get rid of it, not that he hates it. He likes it and wants it for himself. It’s just that, they can’t keep it from croaking all the damn time. Plus, Cid says frogs give warts. Weskham wants it out. Cor wants to keep it because it keeps the mosquitoes away. The said frog made it back to Insomnia.

He likes to sing in the mornings. He’s just way too happy in the early dawn.

Sabertusks hate Clarus. He doesn’t know why, but they always try to go after him. Remind him to bring extra clothes because he always ends up having ripped sleeves.

He’s the one who gets the fire going. Nobody else can do it like he does.

Clarus is not fussy with anything at all, except for his weapons. They have to be polished each time. 

Oh and, they must always have some hot sauce in their spices. This man lives for the spice.

And please, no matter what happens, please don’t give him those instant noodles. He wants real food. And real food takes time to be cooked.

Dirty nails, every damn time, no matter how many times he cleans them. It sets Regis’ hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Has the best whistle in the group; could be heard hundreds of feet away. No joke.

He’s also the navigator of the group. Regis is a lost cause in map reading and Cid is always holding the map on the wrong end. Weskham helps, but he’s not good with the actual terrain. 

Clarus sees a coin on the ground. He takes it. He sees a wonderfully shaped stone. He stashes it in his pocket. He finds a small crystalline curiosity. He covets it like a diamond ring. He’s the pack rat of the group.

Cor

Cor Leonis only thinks of one thing: keep the Prince safe. It’s hard-wired into his system. A pesky Voretooth is gnawing at the prince? Get rid of it. A cockroach is crawling on the prince’s shoulder? Smack it away. No more coffee? He’ll walk a kilometre to buy one.

Despite this, however, he’s no pet. He’s only doing his duty. Cor is not afraid to call out the prince if he’s doing something wrong. And it always happens.

Rain or shine, the young soldier always wears his hat. He’ll chase after it if it gets blown away. Cid teases him that he’s hiding something in his hat. He probably is, who knows?

Cor can sleep anywhere. He’s not fussy how he falls asleep. This boi can sleep standing up. 

He sleeps as still as a door nail -- he doesn’t move at all. He’s the perfect tent mate.

He loves to read his books before sleeping. Not maths or his studies, those are boring, he says. He likes to read nonfiction books about the world and of course, philosophy.

Cor can deny it all he wants, but he secretly likes it whenever Weskham makes a bowl of chilli. He lives for chilli nights.

He’s an all-around-er, meaning he can do almost anything. He’s a walking Swiss Knife.

If there are any imperial locks they needed to pick, Cor is expected to open it with ease. Oh and those tough cans of beans, he’s the only one who could open them.

Cor Leonis is stuck in the Regalia with older men. It’s not like he’s bothered by it; he even thinks as if he’s older than Cid. 

What he doesn’t get is their taste in music. He prefers the silence.

He likes to whistle, however. It’s the only habit that he can’t stop himself from doing.

He has a dislike for V, their guide. He doesn’t like that she dresses in men’s clothes and hides her face most of the time. He doesn’t trust people with secrets even if they have a good reason for it.

Cor treats her with courtesy but expect him to square his jaws whenever she gets to an enemy before him.

The wild animals love Cor Leonis. Even the bugs, much to his dismay.

He’s also known as the ‘Sunburn Kid’ as he always ends having his nose red after a long day on the road. He wears longs sleeves to shield himself from the sun, but his nose couldn’t escape the wrath of the sun.

He’s also the one who is more likely to catch a cold. He would have allergies too that would cause him to sneeze incessantly. The older guys feel sorry for the firecracker kid. He gets all pouty and his eyes would get so watery he looks like an innocent child.

Cor has names for everyone in the group, but he would never divulge it.

In fact, he has names for almost everything. It’s his way of amusing himself when the group starts talking about things like allergies or romance. Gotta keep himself entertained or else he might lose it.

Whenever they end up stopping by a gas station or a Crow’s Nest diner, Cor is the centre of attention.

Women of all ages gawk at him. The way he presents himself is a real lady killer. The older ladies remember their old romances back in the day, the moms would fuss about him asking if he’s already eaten and the young girls his age or the young women in their twenties would stare at him like he’s a rare chocobo.

Regis loves making fun of him, taking photos of the stoic young soldier as he whistles. He’s kind of proud of the ‘lil heartbreaker.

Clarus gives him the stink eye. It’s unfair.

Buys postcards from every damn outpost. He never sends it to anyone. He likes to collect them in his journal of mementos. Yup, Cor is loves to journal.

Cor is also the one with the most mosquito bites after a night at camp. He doesn’t know why, but bugs just love him.

Clumsy. He’s supposed to be the paragon of stoicism and grace, but somehow Cor ends up spilling his coffee on his pants, tripping on flat surfaces or knocking down merchandise. 

Beside disliking V, he found himself imitating her love for the word ‘phony.’

V

V finds herself crossing paths with Prince Regis and his crew. During their journey, she’s hired by the prince as their guide after she defeated a group of Reapers faster than any of them ever did.

That was before they knew she was a woman. She wore men’s clothing, trying not to show her face just in case someone who knows her sees her and asks why she hasn’t aged at all.

This triggered Cor’s suspicions about her when she revealed that she’s a woman by speaking since Cid won’t stop asking her about things.

Cor wants her out but Regis was adamant. Her skills and expertise in medicine would prove useful if they ever run out of potions supplies and their supplies are indeed running out, as well as their money. Plus it doesn’t hurt having a girl in the group.

After escaping Somnus Lucis Caelum two millennia ago, she lived her life as a rogue traveler, performing odd jobs from healer to scholar to hunter. That’s how she learned how to survive, hiding from the eyes of her most hated Lucian King.

During their days together, she doesn’t know who the guys are, even Regis. They never told her of their real identity nor their missions. In turn, she didn’t reveal her full name and never once stated her disdain for the Lucian line.

A wild woman in the battlefield. Cor considers her a savage in the way she fights as she fights with unrefined movements and uses every damn thing she can to her advantage. 

A crate on by the rocks? The perfect thing to throw on a Bulette before it rolls over and flattens poor Regis. A crouching Clarus? Why the perfect leverage for a pole arm dive attack. Cor’s daggers tucked in his back pockets? The best emergency weapons.

Veritas would often shout to the crew about the daemon’s weaknesses and would encourage them to use whatever they can to exploit the daemons’ weaknesses to kill them swiftly and painlessly.

She helps with the herb gathering, often times saving the guys from stomach aches or worse by telling them which mushrooms are not fit for consumption. Whoops. No wonder Regis gets stomach aches as he always picks the wrong ones! Good thing he didn’t get the ones with poison.

V can barter with the prices whenever they’d stop over at a market. Despite concealing her face, people know of the mysterious hunter who saved their hides a lot of times. So when this woman needs some discount, they’re not hesitant to give her some. They’d even throw in some free things, too, much to the crew’s gratitude. They once drove off with two boxes full of supplies and hurrah, Regis’ favourite coffee brand.

When it comes to hygiene, V is just like Clarus. She can handle all the dirt. She doesn’t have to shower a lot, much to Regis’ dismay. How can a woman be so unlady-like? V doesn’t mind, there’s always some place she can find for that most coveted shower time.

One of the boys. If there’s one thing that the crew has noticed is her lack of…femininity.

She can be as brusque as Clarus or as bad-mouthed as Cid (to a lesser degree, thank goodness) and as tough as Cor.

But show her a spider and all femininity goes back to her in a snap. 

She once spilled her hot cup of coffee on herself when a spider jumped at her one morning and Regis found himself holding on to a scared witless V. That started their friendship that would last a long time since in fact, Regis himself is terrified of spiders. So they both ran towards Clarus who also ran towards a very confused Cor Leonis who in turn held the spider in his hands (Regis cringes) and out of their sight.

V loves to catch the first rays of the sun as well as the last golden light at dusk. She talks of different things with them, especially with Weskham whose wisdom and calm demeanour she finds refreshing.

When it comes to sleeping, V sleeps outside the tent, much to their protests. Cor Leonis is suspicious of her, so he sleeps outside sometimes too.

She likes listening to the guys as they banter. She’d inadvertently join in, causing a ruckus when she defeated Cid in a ‘back talk’.

She doesn’t need saving, even from persistent men in the diner. 

Regis likes watching her turn down good looking men and women. She once smacked a guy in the face when she felt him feeling her up. 

Clarus had to carry her away. That’s the only saving she needed, much to the prince’s amusement. He remembers that, even until today.

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He is Noctis Lucis Caelum. 

The Prince of Lucis. 

The King of Fishing.

The Dog Whisperer.

The Frog Master.

Also, the Cat Magnet.

No matter where he goes, Noct is always surrounded by animals. He’s adorkable, even when he’s trying his best to do a cool pose beside a cat.

[the-truth-will-light-the-sky]

A Day in The Life of Gladiolus Amicitia, Part One

Set during the days at Insomnia, before the treaty.

Gladio wakes up at five in the morning, thirty minutes before his alarm goes off.

He works out as soon as he finishes tidying up his room and putting all his books back on their respective shelves. Oh, nobody messes with his books -- they’re all organized based on the genre and the year they’re published. He even carries them all in one arm, sort of as a work out in itself.

He showers right after, sometimes humming to a song in his head. If he’s feeling extra lithe he’ll even sing, too. He’s got a good voice, Gladio. He then puts kettle to heat for his morning drink of hot lemon water.

Checks his phone as he dries up, laughing as he scrolls through the conversations at the group chat. Prompto ‘slayed’ Noct again in their on-going meme battle. What a pro.

Keeps himself informed about the latest memes and friendly insults the bros threw at each other, remembering the lines so he could bring it all up again the moment they meet up for the day.

After getting dressed, he’d step out into his balcony to take in the morning air. Insomnia may be a bit polluted, but his room is overlooking the manor’s garden. He gets enough of the outdoors with just a few strides from his window sill. He particularly loves it when the sun has just started rising from the horizon. 

Yup, he’s got the room with the most sunlight. He gets to see both the sunrise and sunset. He’s a happy man whenever he witnesses both marvels.

Iris is still fast asleep. He checks in on his sister to make sure the blanket is not on the floor, leaving her cold in the bed. Most of the time though, it happens. He quietly puts the thick blanket back, Iris’ smile decorating her calm face.

Clarus is mostly at the Citadel, but on rare days, he’s back at home with his children. He eats breakfast with his Gladio at six in the morning without fail.

Breakfast for Gladio is always a rice meal. Eggs, meat and vegetables with rice is always a staple meal for him.

He and Clarus head on to the Citadel to start their day.

His day officially starts with warm up exercises with Cor. V joins in a few minutes later and engages Gladio with conversations about books. He always gets good recommendations from her.

During training, he and Prompto compare their progress with their fitness journey.

Just one look and Prompto knows he’s the losing party. Noct won’t even join in on the conversation unless provoked. Prompto gives him the stink eye whenever Gladio removes his shirt after a particularly difficult training, his smirk driving Chocobo boy into competition mode. 

Gladio always gets good remarks during training. He may be burly, but he’s quick and agile on his feet. Cor approves. 

He knows how to read his opponents moves even before they’d execute it. Often times it is him who would catch V during stealth training. 

The usually quick-footed immortal would dodge an attack, but Gladio catches her before she could even sneak an attack against him. At the end of their training, expect to see V ruffled. She’s not used to being surprised in the battlefield. Cor approves again, with a competitive smirk. Gladio knows that there’s an ongoing battle between the two immortal friends.

He likes to listen to music with heavy notes every time he trains. Hiphop songs with ‘heavy beats’ and also instrumental pieces that are full of percussions such as the ones with oriental drums. But sometimes, he likes to listen to classical or orchestra music as well, matching his movements to the complexity of a piece. 

On his ‘Cor Day’, expect Gladio to be extra agitated. He looks up to the marshal so much that he pushes himself to be worthy of the man’s praises.

Cor trains him intensively, often times using words to rile him up just to see if he can handle the different kinds of pressure that the Shield would encounter in their journeys.

It pays though. Gladio becomes sharper every time they train. Cor gives him books about military strategies to study. The marshal would also lend him his trusty book of philosophy as well. They can both look brusque, but their wisdom goes deep.

He also knows how to strategize. He and Iggy always make a great team. This spells bad news for Noct and Prompt if they were asked to team up together -- they’re no match for the two older guys.

After training, Gladio prefers to curl up in a corner and read. He likes to recharge his mind after driving his body up to its limit. His mind is always whirring like a well-oiled machine. 

Gladio usually only reads just one book at a time, but if he’s feeling rather restless during midday, he’d pick up one nonfiction book to read (usually history books).

He drinks any kind of beverage as his fingers turn one page after another, mostly preferring a cold glass of rootbeer or barley tea.

Cor joins him, the silence between the two after a hard day at work a welcome respite.

Gladio’s duty as the prince’s shield is 24/7. There are no lunch breaks, recesses or vacation modes for him. 

As a result, being with the stubborn prince can get on his nerves. 

Don’t get him wrong. Gladio is VERY patient. It’s just that he expects nothing less from Noct. He’s always thinking that the prince knows his responsibilities enough to act accordingly with it. 

He would often tell Noct off if his attitude is bordering on ‘bitchy’ at times. Noct can be one hard nut sometimes. But Gladio has always been there for him. He finds himself ‘adopting’ a younger brother every time he takes care of Noctis.

He trains Noct hard, too. He’s tasked with coming up with fighting techniques with him since they’ll work together all the time. He expects perfection and synchronization.

Gladio can be very strict with Noct, but on weekends, he lets the prince get away with a couple of road trips around the city. ‘Make it quick’ is his magic word for Noct.

Noct would then drive to the dimsum joint that they like spending the afternoon in.

Iggy looks forward to this in secret. He’s supposed to keep the Prince’s schedule in check, but knowing that Gladio would be there to keep things in order relaxes the usually stressed royal advisor.

Gladio and Prompto would fight for the last piece of pork dimsum. Gladio wins almost all the time, though oftentimes opting to give up so that Sunshine Kid would smile more. 

He’s curious about the outside world. So whenever the bros would drive to Insomnia’s perimeter, expect Gladio to stand up in the car just so he would see more of what’s out there. 

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Rainy Days in Insomnia

Young Prince Regis and his crew all cope with the rain differently. So, which one overthinks things and who gets to spend the entire day listening to jazz?

Prince Regis

Contrary to belief, Prince Regis loves the rain.

In fact, he rejoices whenever it pours.

The main reason for this is the fact that he has the excuse to stay in the Citadel.

And when he has nowhere else to go, then he’s got a very good reason to go and visit his father, King Mors.

The prince would engage his father in every conversation possible, or challenge him to a game of chess to which the prince always, always loses.

He doesn’t mind his chess blunders, however. Every moment he can spend with his father, whether he gets a good scolding, a long lecture on chess, politics or even ehem, adult things,  Regis doesn’t mind at all. At least he doesn’t have to attend to his princely duties that would take up so much of his time away from his father.

During rainy days, Regis is very much the only person who is active in the Citadel.

He’d bother Clarus to no end with his talk, or ask Cor Leonis to  spar with him. 

Sometimes, Regis would pitch some of the Crownsguard or Kingsglaive for Cor, amused in the confused expression of the young soldier whenever someone tries to flirt with him.

If no one else is available to be engaged in conversation and other such things, Regis amuses himself with books.

The other thing he ever bothers himself with is music. He can’t play any instruments save for a couple of songs in the guitar, but he listens to his collection of valses, concertos and most of all, songs by the latest Jazz or country singers. 

With the latter, Cid was a huge influence. Not the cowboy kind as the prince is not fond of it even one bit, but the relaxing, home-feel kind of songs.

Expect Regis to drink a hot beverage, especially chai tea whenever the weather gets cold and dreary.

Owns a very expensive foldable black umbrella. He likes keeping it with him if he has no choice but to travel in the rain. He would share it, but of course, not with strangers. 

He’s the one who, if he had the choice, would buy a transparent umbrella. But he’s supposed to be incognito out in the streets so he can’t.

Also, speaking of choices, if the young Prince can be extra lively in the halls, he would. Although, he’s the one who’s bound to be greeting everyone with an extra cheery tone just to lift the mood. 

Sleeping on a cold night is one of Regis’ favourites. He looks forward to it with a smile on his face.

He curls up in his luxurious Lucian duvet, feeling the soft texture of his bedsheets against his skin even as the Fulgurian shows his might in the grey skies.

He likes to spray his room with a light scented perfume to help him ease in to beautiful sleep.

Regis is actually very indulgent of himself in the rain. Expect him to reach for a nice slice of decadent cake and a glass of wine as he’s all cozy in front of the fireplace either in his study or in his father’s solar as the rain pours outside.

A warning or not. Don’t sit beside Regis on the couch, especially on a rainy afternoon.

Because if he falls asleep, he’ll cuddle the next person until he wakes up half an hour later. Everyone learned this the hard way. 

Not even Cid’s excessing cursing of ‘son of a garula’ or ‘wretched bastard’  or ‘gerrofff me or I’ll strangle yer royal throat kid’, Regis won’t budge. And boy, Cid would never stop making everyone wake Regis up. It makes for a good photo op for Weskham, however.

Clarus Amicitia

Clarus is a sleepy man on rainy days.

Nothing lulls him to sleep better than the soft pattering of rain on the roofs and windows.

No one is surprised to see the man nodding off on meetings or curled up in a corner of the solar, a book laid flat on his face, snoring the rainy day away.

No amount of coffee wakes him up.

The only thing that could stop him from falling asleep on a grey day is a sparring match.

So when the rain comes, everybody shuffles away from the young Amicitia’s path.

No one wants to be his sparring partner for the whole day, not even Cor. He’s much too strong for everyone.

Regis made the mistake of accepting his request and ended up looking as a haggard, rain-soaked and ruffled chocobo after that. Never again, said Regis.

In days when Clarus can resist the temptation to sleep in as it rains cats and dogs outside, he’d be found walking around the perimeter of the Citadel several times.

It is during these rare days that Clarus can be engaged in any kind of conversation. He’s a bit of a curt man, but when it rains, he relaxes somewhat, thus making him quite open to socialising with people he works with.

Clarus is the one who can detect if it’s going to rain because of his hobby of watching his environment.

As soon as Clarus predicts the rain coming, Weskham would buy all of his ingredients to stock up for his ‘rainy day comfort food’.

If he’s supposed to be out in the rain, he brings out his huge umbrella. It fits everyone under it.

Clarus likes to sleep in early during rainy nights. He can’t be made to stay up when the feel of his comfy bed beckons him to a wonderful night full of sleep.

Veritas a.k.a. V

She has a love-hate relationship with the rain.

Veritas likes the fact that whenever it rains, everybody stays indoors. It brings everyone together.

A busy Regis becomes very much engaged in every conversation. A sleepy Clarus is lightly snoring on the couch as everybody huddles by the fire. A contemplative Cor puts up the best topic for debate. And Cid, well…Cid brings in the fire in the cracker. Meaning, he’s the one who gets everyone either arguing or laughing in the room, even King Mors.

Veritas is very much inclined to delve into her ‘gentle hobbies’, as Regis likes to call it.

The immortal would curl up in one corner, preferably near the window or the fire and start doing some embroidery work. Sometimes, she’d take a pencil and her notebook and would start to either draw or write. And when she finds a new book, she’d be busy reading it, too.

Just don’t leave her with nothing to do on a rainy day.

Rainy day makes her feel down. She remembers the days she spent with the First King of Lucis and how he held her inside the Citadel for days just so she wouldn’t escape him. She hated those days. And the rain makes her remember such horrible things.

Cid is the one who is able to coax her to get up from her seat and hover over to watch the card game.

She’s highly likely to tell Cor Leonis of what cards Regis has in his hand, to which Regis calls her out on it, daring her to try the game herself. 

She tries it, but fails. All the time. She’s horrible with games.

She’s the target of one such Prince Regis whenever he’s in one of his dancing moods. He’d pull her up from her seat to whirl her about the room as his favorite valse is playing, says he needs to practice for that moment he finds the opportunity to dance with Aulea. She agrees; he can dance, but not without mischief.

She’s not averse to sparring. She’ll spar with Clarus. But only once. 

Her energy’s too low on rainy days.

Except when she has been engaged in some sort of activity the day before, then she’ll be inclined to try and finish it even on a dreary day.

She’s extra sociable in rainy nights. She’ll be happy to answer questions or tell stories. Just don’t ask her about Somnus Lucis Caelum her ex-something. She’d clam up and change the subject all too obviously. 

Veritas likes to drink hot chocolate as she gazes out into the window.

The smell of the rain doesn’t bother her at all.

Cid Sophiar

Rain? What rain?

Cid Sophiar doesn’t care whether it is raining cats and dogs or blazing like a hundred degree oven outside. Nothing stops him from doing whatever it is that he needs to do.

He likes to work on his cars and machines even if the rain is dripping down on his skin, as long as his precious leather jacket stays out of the way.

One is bound to find the mechanic strolling about Insomnia in the rain without his umbrella.

He doesn’t even get sick when he does so.

He likes to feel the rain against his skin, revelling in the way it falls on him.

When it rains and Cid is with his friends, expect a whole tirade of stories.

Cid likes to tell stories whenever the rain pours down. Everyone is there with him escaping the rain, so he has all the reason to be sociable, right?

He almost always tells the exact same stories that whenever he has the dialogues coming up, either Regis or Weskham would mouth the words quietly while doing the exact same gestures as Cid does when he blurts out the lines.

When he has the chance, he’d blast up the volume of his radio as it plays his favourite songs.

Regis curls in the sofa of Cid’s house, pulling the pillows over his head, groaning in contempt.

However Regis might hate Cid’s rainy day playlist of swamp music, the prince is delighted to partake in Cid’s delicious comfort food: tacos.

Everybody loves Cid’s comfort food for rainy days. Veritas especially loves the chili, to which she is the direct competitor to the limited stock of it against Cor Leonis.

But when the night comes and it is still raining, Cid Sophiar becomes quiet.

He likes to look out the window, watching the rain against the glass, the bokeh effect of lights beautiful in his eyes.

He stares a lot at his hands, too, wondering just how his life is going by in front of his eyes. He can be very mellow in rainy nights.

But when the morning comes, he forgets everything.

And he’s Cid Sophiar all over again. All fire and energy, as usual.

Cor Leonis

The sulkiest boy in Lucis.

Cor Leonis hates the rain.

Allergy boy. Sneezes incessantly whenever it starts raining.

He can’t go outside to get some fresh air.

Plus, it gets him into one of his moods.

On rainy days, Cor Leonis contemplates on his own existence.

He questions the decisions he’s made or the ones he is going to make.

His family is of a lesser status as those serving the Crown of Lucis. His decision was to make some sort of distinction for themselves. But he was wondering if he did the right thing.

Instead of going to school or acting like boys his age, he was serving the King of Lucis, secluded within the walls of the Citadel, hearing of news of threats against the kingdom instead of listening to jokes or lessons.

He doesn’t mind those, however. What he kept thinking about is if he’s worthy to be serving the royal family in the first place.

Aside from this, there’s just something about the rain that makes him feel so aware of things.

He’s extra observant of the way the light shifts in the room whenever a storm cloud passes by, or whenever the fire crackles in the fireplace, the distant sound of cars drowned out in the rain, or the sweet scent of hot tea as it lingers in the air of every room in the Citadel.

He likes to stand in front of the windows and just stare out into nothingness, a cup of coffee or barley tea in his hand.

He’s rather fond of the conversations that King Mors and Prince Regis would engage in. He’s often being invited to join, and the laughter or the banters that would echo in the room would comfort him from his rather dreadful reveries.

Cor likes the valses in the rain, too. He likes to listen as the records play out with the scratches echoing from the speaker.

He’d listen to the music as his hand touches every surface he could find, revelling in the way that his senses are even more sensitive in the rain.

Rainy days are the best time to make Cor Leonis memorise something. He’s got nothing else to do, so better make the most of it and ask him to memorise a military strategy or a poem, or anything at all. Except maps, of course. He’s bad at remembering geography.

Weskham Armaugh (before they left for Accordo)

The deep-voiced retainer loves to take things easy on a rainy day.

He’s not sleepy like Clarus nor is he moody like Cor.

No. Weskham drops every appointment he makes and stays indoors. 

He can do some paper work and research, but his priority is to sit back and relax as he listens to the rain.

He’s one of those ‘romantics’ who would light up a candle in his room, put up some incense or sandalwood scent, as well as playing some soft music like jazz to complement the mood.

He’s an intellectual, but he doesn’t shy away from feeling his senses, mainly those that eases some of his troubles away.

Expect him to run a bath at the end of the day, warm and relaxing, a glass of wine in his hand as he reads his new book.

Despite his ‘idle’ state, Weskham gets most of his work done during rainy days. The more relaxed he is, the more he can focus on his work.

Weskham whips up the best soup or pasta on rainy days and everyone looks forward to it.

His friends, and even some of the Kingsglaive would wait in the kitchen as he finishes up his delicious food.

The kitchen becomes one of the liveliest place in the Citadel because of him.

Even King Mors would look forward to Weskham’s famous Lucian Tomato and Olives Pasta.

He’s most susceptible to singing while it’s raining. It gets him into one of his moods wherein he can be heard singing from outside his door.

And he’s got a really good voice, too.

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The Price of Being King

Regis Lucis Caelum. 113th King of Lucis.

The title felt a tad too foreign to the young prince’s ears as he sat on the throne of Lucian kings of old, feeling the tightness in his chest a contrast to the celebration roaring all around the continent of Lucis.

He remembered the words of his ally as he mourned his father’s passing. An ally who witnessed the first king of Lucis ascend his throne and die, only to pass the burden of king to his own son.

‘A prince is crowned a king at the death of his father, so would a princess when the queen has passed. Is this the price to pay for one person’s ascension to the royal throne?’

Regis couldn’t forget her words echoing loud and clear in his head as he stood, waving his hand to the people who served his father, the late King Mors. And now, they are serving his son. He wondered how they felt.

The newly crowned Lucian king met the eyes of one Cor Leonis, forlorn in the corner of the hall, Clarus Amicitia looking pale as he held back his tears and from afar a figure of one such Veritas Lux Seculum disappeared into the crowd.

‘Lucian kings die for another to ascend. One more person to bear the insomnia of waiting for the Chosen One until he or she is out of time, passing the burden of waiting once again to another child of Lucis.’

Veritas kept saying again and again even after they buried the late King Mors, with Regis rubbing his naked hands together, the Ring of the Lucii on his finger for all the world to see.

What a way to be royalty, he muttered to himself.

She was right.

In the end, Regis himself would die until his own child inherits his burden. He stared into the eyes of Aulea, watching as she stood meekly below the throne, her eyes staring at somewhere else other than him. Maybe she felt the same kind of fear. Regis couldn’t bear to think she’ll carry the same burden as he would as king.

Being King and protector of the Crystal didn’t seem to be such a wonderful role anymore.

As the first night of being ruler came, King Regis found himself staring out into the horizon, beyond the walls of Insomnia, out into the wild world of stars and danger.

He closed his eyes against the dying sun, seeing red all over as his eyes closed shut.

One day the Chosen One shall rise.

Regis felt himself shudder at the thought.

All the royalty of Lucis prepared for this chosen one’s coming.

They forced themselves to be willing to sacrifice their own flesh and blood in order to return the light once the darkness returns, knowing full well that their beloved child would never return to them once the deed is done.

Oh how did they feel? Waiting in vain to see if their child will be the sacrificial lamb?

Regis let out a sharp breath, his hands grasping the ledge of the railings on the balcony, missing his father now more than ever.

What if?

What if he could only have asked his father how it felt like to wait and see if the sacrifice was his to make? If he could at least have thanked his father for his sacrifice, he’d turn back the time.

He wanted to throw the ring away. If only someone else could do it. 

If only.

‘If’ is such a dangerous word, is it not?

He saw the way the Ring of the Lucii’s burden ate his father’s years away, robbing a son of his precious time with his beloved father. He remembered the ache as he watched his father wither so early on in his age.

He felt sorry and ashamed of the kind of father he will become to his child. Would Regis have the time to be a father at all?

He suddenly felt fear. Fear not for his own, but for the life of his child if the Crystal would so wish that he or she be the Chosen One.

Would he even accept it? Would he dare fight the gods and the Crystal for the life of his child?

King Regis stared hard at the dying sun, praying.

‘At least as king, let me be strong. But as a father, let me be even more so,’ he implored, the ring shining bright against his pale skin. And he sighed.

Kings and Queens of Lucis, prepare thyselves for the sacrifice required of you. For as thy blood spilled for the world, the light shall be restored, and the darkness forever banished.

Such is the price of the betrayal that started it all.

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The dungeon ain’t so bad. How about a photo to show we ain’t scared?

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Little Things that Annoy Ignis Scientia

Here are some of the small things that drive Ignis to the brink of snarky-ness.

Ignis’ patience goes on for miles but these are a few of his ‘unfavorite things’ that bother him to no end.

Stealing his spectacles.

Also, foggy specs.

Eating fast food and unhealthy meals. He’s looking vehemently at Noct.

Depleting his supply of Ebony. Just don’t. Please.

Not showering for days.

Farting in his presence. Just no. He farts when nobody’s in near proximity. Must have grace even with flatulence, mind.

Chewing with sounds. Ignis cringes just by thinking about it.

Also, no burping loudly. Are you uncivilized?

Basically all table manner rules being broken are huge no-no’s.

Stashing his hair gel.

Losing his socks and nail cutters. All the bros lost his nail cutters every time he buys one.

Not giving him time to read his joke book. Yes, he has one. Ignis may not look like it, but he loves humor. He loves to read it though and giggling to himself makes him a happy man. He doesn’t like comedy shows. Good gods.

Smelly feet. Clean your feet, fellas. 

Running out of ingredients. By all means, let him do his groceries.

Nothing to clean his eyeglasses with.

No personal space. Don’t breathe on his neck, please.

When he keeps failing to kill ‘that boss’ in video games.

Forgetting to open the heater. Prepare to hear Iggy’s shrill scream when cold water hits his body. He’s not going to love it.

When things go out of hand, especially machinery.

Blotchy inks from his pens.

Dog-eared books.

Short blankets that barely cover his feet.

Cold noodles.

Pointing really interesting things whenever he’s driving. He can’t even look at whatever that thing was since he’s behind the wheel. He hates being left out.

Threads that are sticking out of clothes.

Grabbing an ingredient then suddenly realizing it’s expired.

No synchronization, especially with clocks.

Being short on coins/change.

Not being greeted in the morning or before sleeping. Iggy tries to hide it, but he hates it whenever people just go about their day without such subtle but well appreciated niceties.

Dirt on his pristine black shoes at the end of a rough day.

Losing or forgetting his handkerchief.

Not being able to join an event in King’s Knight.

Leftover oil on pots and pans.

Talking to him while he’s reading.

Disrespect, especially against the elders.

Grammatical errors and shortcuts in spelling. Though Iggy likes colloquial terms.

The arguments that consist mostly of ‘Whats’. Noct is guilty of this crime.

Forgetting promises and appointments.

Floral shorts. Iggy detests such a fashion statement. He doesn’t know why, but he absolutely hates seeing those things, especially if they’re rather on the short side.

He can handle snoring. But by all means, don’t sleep talk. He gets paranoid every damn time Prompto starts fighting his pillow in his sleep. He keeps thinking they’re under attack. 

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Noctis Lucis Caelum, King of Lucis

I always feel so emotional whenever I go back to Insomnia. There’s too much to feel, really. But I can’t stop taking photos of him during this time. I just want to shield this man from his fate. But he is ready to face it all. 

Noctis. Not just a man, but a king worthy of life itself.

I’m proud of him.

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The bros being bros. 

Noct, as usual, is trying to act cool. 

Iggy is pretty much enjoying this, isn’t he? 

It may be due to the fact that they had just recovered his precious spectacles from a rather mischievous chocobo that elicited such a delighted emotion from the royal advisor. Or maybe it’s just the extra cup of Ebony. Yes, that might be it. Nevertheless, I do quite like this, to be honest. 

Nice shot, Prompto.

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Noct looks so happy in this shot. He was talking about something with the guys that I hope I remember during the Menace Beneath Lucis quest, but when I took this one, I was rewarded with the sweetest, toothy smile from the adorkable King of Fishing. Nope, I’m not fangirling.

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The Master Tactician at work, reviewing the targets before Noct fires away. As expected of Mr. Ignis Scientia.

‘Are you surprised?’ he asked. 

Noct just sighs and fires as soon as Iggy nods his approval.

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Prompto’s Birthday

Since Prompto’s birthday is on the 25th, I feel that headcanons about Sunshine Kid is in order.

Prompto as a child

As a child, Prompto isn’t too keen to celebrate his birthday. He’s always been alone each time the day comes, spending his time either at the park taking pictures of little things or at home watching nature documentaries or cartoons at the television.

When he was five, he was so excited for the date to come because most of his classmates had celebrated their birthdays with parties and lots of spaghetti and cake. He looked forward to inviting some of the kids he knew at school and basically having fun with his parents as well.

But of course, none of those happened. Instead, he spent his fifth birthday crying from a knee injury he got at school during running.

Since then, he could barely remember any of his birthdays, nor was he excited to celebrate the day.

None of his parents talked about it either, as if they totally forgot he was born at all. They call him from time to time, but the calls are almost always under a minute. 

He would try to cheer himself up by celebrating on his own. He would either just stick a candle on top of a buttered toast with strawberry jam and wish on it. 

He once wished to have the barcode on his wrist removed as he blew the candle. He thought he might just cover it with tattoos when he grows up but he’s afraid of needles, so he also wished he wouldn’t be so afraid of so many things.

There was only one detail that he would always look forward to every time his birthday arrives. Without fail, a birthday card always appears beneath the front door at six in the morning and inside is a good amount of money for him to spend on whatever he likes. 

There would always be a friendship bracelet included and some lovely handwritten notes on the card. The message was almost always about wanting him to be happy on his birthday, hoping that he’s made friends and all that. The message changes every year, but the context of wanting him to be happy is always there.

He spends the money on memory cards for his camera and the rest he keeps for his savings. He wants to buy a dog from the shelter one day, that one with the brown fur and blue eyes.

He wears all the friendship bracelets or ties them around his bags or keychains like a good luck charm.

He never knew who keeps giving him those things. But he’s extremely grateful because someone out there cares for him. He just doesn’t understand why they can’t be there for him. He needs to see them in person so badly.

On the morning of his tenth birthday, he was surprised to see a cake on top of his dining table, complete with a few gifts of things that he really would like to have. There were new comic books, a new high capacity memory card for his camera, (sweet!), cute chocobo keychains and a new hoodie shirt. The kid smiled all day despite being alone, the grin never leaving his face. This has got to be the best birthday ever!

After befriending Noctis

When he befriended Noctis in high school, each year he’d spend his birthday with him and vice versa.

They’d go to arcades to play lots of games and even got to make Noct play that dance game with him! He’s got lots of pictures enough to blackmail *ehem* the prince to do his bidding. 

Sometimes Ignis and Gladio would tag along. They’re still trying to see if Prompto has no ill will against the Prince but spending time with sunshine kid made them realize just how kind-hearted Prompto is.

After the arcade they would eat at the diner, ordering giant burgers and milkshakes to go with them. He likes to add extra sprinkles on his choco-banana milkshake. Eats would always be on Prompto  — he wants to treat somebody to something nice on his birthday.

Noct gives him gifts too. But he’s quite horrible with them at first. He gave his friend shoe laces once. Prompto still keeps it anyway. It’s in his favorite color.

But the more time they spent with each other, the more he became an expert as to what his friend would like for his birthday.

He once gave Prompto a customized camera bag, much to Sunshine Kid’s happiness.

They went to a photography museum that was on a limited run and they had to hurry up from school just to be able to line up first because the first one hundred people would get a limited edition camera keychain that has shutter sounds when you press the button.

When Prompto became a frequent visitor at the Citadel, he was always given a small party by the Crownsguard.

The Crownsguard, headed by Monica, would have lots of food made just for him and all are his favorites.

King Regis indulges him with the best Lucian desserts, too. The Lucian King was quite fond of this ray of sunshine, always hoping that Noct would gain the same level of positivity from him.

Ignis, now a friend of Prompto, would secretly cook Altissian-style spaghetti for him and vehemently denies it when confronted.

Gladio, the first one aside from Noct to become a friend of Prompto’s, would always be the life of the party. He makes sure that the kid would always have a great time.

Cor, the Crownsguard marshal, was also almost always there along with a woman who’s lips are covered with dark lace. He’d greet Prompto quickly yet not without gentleness. He would be very kind with his words but would always try to find a corner to himself. Prompto doesn’t mind. He may be intimidating and extremely scary during training, but he’s a nice guy. He basically idolizes Cor the Immortal. The woman however, would never say anything. She would only hold his hand in a firm handshake and despite not being able to see her lips, he was sure she was smiling. A few months later, he would undergo an intense training with this woman along with Cor. It turned out that her name was Veritas and she was to be an older sister figure for him from that day on.

On his nineteenth birthday, Prompto was surprised to find his friends in his home. He couldn’t believe his eyes! He’s having a birthday celebration at home with every person he adores.

Noct would never stop teasing him about the tears he shed that day.

Prompto was surprised to see Cor and V there, carrying presents and food.

Gladio bought him a new set of black bracelets to wear since Gladio saw just how fond the kid is of them.

Ignis bought him a cookbook filled with healthy recipes. He’s such a supportive friend, isn’t he?

Noct bought him a chocobo sweater, much to his sheer delight. He likes to wear it while sleeping since it’s very soft and comfy.

He would never forget his nineteenth birthday.

He desperately wished, as he blew that candle as his friends cheered him on, that nothing would ever change even if they knew who he was…or what he was.

He wanted this so badly that he tried to hold back his tears. His friends had asked him about it, but he said a secret’s a secret and laughed it off. He then proceeded to make jokes, much to everyone’s entertainment.

Next morning as he watched them drive away, he also wished that he would always continue to make them happy, as much as they are making him happy.

He was finally loved. And he would do whatever it takes to always make it that way.