The Chocobros with a S/O who isn't a fan of big crowds? Too many people, it's like they'll get swallowed up in all of the chaos, so they grab ahold of their boyfriend's sleeve or arm, sticking close.
You try to tough out the crowd for the Chocobo-Moogle Festival, you really do. But there’s just so many people and Altissia’s cobblestone streets aren’t the widest, you can hardly see anything else but people and it’s honestly suffocating to wade through.
Noctis notices when you start twisting and wringing your hands together, edging closer to his side with every step. There’s a brief scowl when you grab his jacket (you’ve grabbed the wrong place), before he’s correcting your grip and taking your hand in his, sliding his fingers between yours and giving a gentle squeeze. When you look at him, there’s a soft smile on his face, understanding in those brilliant blue eyes. He doesn’t much like crowds either.
He’ll guide you to the highest point in the city and sit with your back tucked against his front, his legs on either side of yours, arms around you and lips raining tiny kisses up and down your neck until the firework display starts.
The crowd doesn’t bother you so much from up here.
Your companion is rather quite flighty, distracted every couple of stalls by something or other. Not that you’re keeping count or anything but round about the 8th time he abandons you (briefly) to check something out is when the panic starts stirring.
You lose sight of Prompto for only a handful of seconds, and okay, maybe abandoning is too strong a word but you don’t know all these people and you can’t find him.
He’ll be a bit surprised at first when you latch onto his arm when he reappears beside you, so hard that if he doesn’t get you to loosen the grip there’s the very real potential for bruises later.
It’ll take a couple of minutes for it to click, that you use the grip on his arm (with both hands now) to stay glued to his side, eyes darting nervously from face to unfamiliar face, that every time someone bangs into you a tiny noise escapes your throat and you press all the closer to him. Literally as close as you can get.
He’ll tuck whatever he’s just bought you under his free arm and disentangle himself from your grip just so he can drop that arm around your shoulders and keep it there. He promises not to wander off again without you, and presses a kiss to your cheek in apology. He’s true to his word.
He’s taking you around all the vendors to replenish his dwindling spices, but Ignis isn’t the only food enthusiast brought to Lestallum’s market by the lure of free tastings and small samples to take away for home dining.
His ulterior motive is to actually nudge you in the direction of the patisserie stall so he can jot down notes for treating your sweet tooth on Valentine’s Day, but subtlety is a fine art and he’s not going to rush it. He doesn’t want his surprise blown.
He’d make a very poor strategist if he wasn’t observant, so the very minute the tight press of bodies starts making you anxious he’s tucking your arm through his and patting the back of your hand with a wink and a murmured “shall we, Madam/Sir?”
He’s honestly so smooth with it that you can’t tell if he’s been meaning to do that or if he somehow picked up on the fact you were about three seconds from bolting like a startled deer.
Keeping your arms linked should make taste-testing a bit more awkward since he insists on carrying all the purchased goods in his free arm, but all he does is indicate the dish or the spice or herb that catches his fancy and you take your cue to lift it close to his face for a sniff or a bite. You don’t entirely forget the people packed around you, but you sure are distracted enough that they don’t bother you as much (and he totally ruins you for any other dessert on Valentine’s Day, only his will do from then on).
The coronation has been in the planning for well over a year, Noctis adamant that giving home back to his people, comes first. So when Insomnia is finally restored to her former glory, if not beyond it, everyone’s abuzz for King Noctis to take his rightful place.
After all the official business is taken care of, Gladiolus drags you from the Citadel’s safety and straight into the chaos of celebration in the streets. Free food, free drink, music everywhere, fireworks overhead, sparklers and streamers galore, “three cheers for King Noctis!”, of course it’s going to draw everyone out of their homes. Everyone. Even kids who should be in bed by that hour.
You’re mostly safe with your hulking bear of a boyfriend by your side, but that doesn’t stop the occasional flinch when too many people end up crowding in around you, far too loud and much too close for your comfort. He notices, and he doesn’t like it.
Cue a very confused line of questioning when he jerks you to a stop so suddenly that somebody walks into you (they apologise and shimmy along on their merry way, head bopping to the tune blasting from one of the nearby apartments) and ducks down. Cue outraged squawking when he comes back up with his head between your legs and his hands planted firmly on your knees.
And suddenly you’re above everyone and yeah, okay, it’s not as stifling up here, but is he fucking crazy? “Gladio, I’m a grown-ass adult, put me down this instant!” He doesn’t listen, and eventually has you laughing so hard you’d be in very real danger of falling backwards off his shoulders if he wasn’t stone-cold sober and actually acting like an idiot on purpose to get you laughing. In his book, it’s a job well done. You even set a trend and spot other people popping up at your new height here and there.
Being the showy sort, once he took his way off into the crowd, he scoped everyone out. From those coming into the festivities to those who’d already arrived. But Darkstache needed a better way to see the crowd.
So he went right smack dab into the middle, and he’d start off with a good warm up. Said warm up would be able to show off to all the others just what he can do - though only a small extent to his abilities. Not only that, but during his dance, he’d float just above air - dear birthday boy, oh certainly he did hope you’d enjoy this even if you considered him such a clown.
It gave him a chance to also scope out any familiar faces of whom he may want to mingle with later…
i wish I was musically talented so i could perform at concerts and festivals and just look out at the crowd and see thousands of people from different backgrounds and lifestyles all coming together to see me
Quincey had almost drained his energy drink, gripping the guitar around his shoulder as if he were holding up a sheild. His bandmates were all grinning, pumped, and he grinned as he looked out at the crowd tonight. They had been playing this festival for only three years, since they got big, and no matter what happened it was always fun to tour with and meet other bands. “Ready?” He grinned breathlessly.
They ran out on stage for their set, grinning all the way, doing the thing they love for so many people. He didn’t mind the crowds so much anymore, he found it better than directly speaking one on one to someone.
After the show, Quincey kicked back on the couch alone, his bandmates off finding others to talk to, amongst other things, when he heard a commotion outside.
Yeah, that was really fun and wild because I’m used to playing for crowds, and I think I’ve maxed out a festival crowd of about 20,000, maybe? But to walk onstage and be in front of 35,000 screaming fans, most of them girls, and her fans are so generous and so up for anything. If Taylor says “Jump!” they’ll say “How high?” She’s got a really rabid and awesome fan base.
Annie Clark of St. Vincent on performing with Taylor on the 1989 World Tour
Thor looked out over the crowds of people who’d come to the festival with a sense of pride. They were all so happy, talking, dancing, and playing music. Most of them wore shades of reds and blues, draping themselves in silver jewelry. Thor and Sif’s most famously worn colors. It was an endearing sight for a king of five months. He reached across to grip his queen’s hand, rubbing the knuckles gently. Giving her a sincere smile, he met her gaze.
“Are you proud?” He asked, directing her gaze to the thousands of common people who had come to celebrate in their soon announcement. “Of all the celebrations I’ve attended, I’ve never seen so many try to match attire.” Thor accepted a horn of mead, eager to share in the people’s cheer. warriorxgoddess
They had been after Kobalos for so long and he had always been able to get away. There was not much that could get their hands on the god made being. He had a number of tricks up his sleeve and would always make sure he was not captive for long.
A new city, a new set of faces but Kobi was wearing his own this day. looking around the crowded festival, one standing out to him as their eyes locked.