If you aren't bombarded with requests already or if its already been answered, I apologize - watching the stars with Noctis, how would it go? (Headcanons)
Noctis sometimes has issues with sleeping. Sometimes it just restlessness, other nights he’s ripped away from his soft slumbers by the claws of nightmares and unable to return until the next night. But more often than not his lack of sleep is caused by feeling too depressed to even fall asleep.
There’s a lot of times were he has trouble in finding joy in things, let alone cheering himself up. When he’s stuck having to share a room he feels it’s damn near impossible to do anything without disturbing someone (or so he fears). But when he’s by himself, or stuck in the tent, he sneaks out to get to one of the few things that brings him solace; the stars.
That’s one of a handful of nice things he can say about his journey is that he gets to go far out into the wilderness, far from the bright lights of the city, and he gets to see the night sky at it’s clearest.
But often times he grows lonely with this, but it’s a kind he had already gotten used to. Ignis and Gladio are much more of early birds(Gladio wasn’t one who just wanted to lay down and look at a sky of all things, and Ignis he might be able to con into doing it but even talking about sounds like a chore to Ignis), and while Prompto sometimes comes he is often quick to fall asleep on Noct. But you?
You’ve managed to come around for star gazing with the Prince on well more than one occasion(the first couple of times you had asked him, but after that you had an open invite to join. Unless he was feeling particularly bad), staying up far too late into the night and sometimes early morning with him, and barely would you complain about it (after all you had the option to go and sleep at any time).
You’ve come to find out that this is when the Prince seems to be most like himself. He let’s his guard down and starts to act and talk a little different than he does normally, less reserved, an you imagine this is closer to what he’s like by himself. But even the nights where he feels down, there is a kind of joy and serenity that seems to come with star gazing. The two of you get to sit side-by-side or lay on the ground. For a change you’re the one who mostly stays silent, and it’s Noct who fills the silence up. Talking, he points out the different stars he knows by name, the different constellations and the stories behind some of them (some of them you feel like he had to be making up to pull your leg).
Of course Noct doesn’t take the whole spotlight to himself, you get your chances to do the same too. You’re better at finding falling stars than he is. And you’re not sure how it started or why, but eventually you both started to give names to the falling stars.
People say that by the time early morning comes that people become more open and honest, that the tiredness makes them more likely to spill the beans. That’s very much true in Noct’s case. The A.M. comes, and eventually he starts to talk more about himself. He starts to go over how he even got his passion for the stars to begin with.
His father was more into silly stories, whimsical stories, and embellished stories for his journeys. But his mother, before she passed, was the one that got him in to all this. He tells you about how she sometime snuck him out to look at the night sky with her. She believed in astrology. She was the one with a full bookcase dedicated to the galaxies and everything that they had known as of that time. She was the one who liked sci-fi stories that had taken a trip outside of Eos.
And now you knew why some of this was so important to Noct. The stars were a reminder of that, and your heart bled for him over the fact that one aspect of his life was never going to be the same now that he doesn’t have that anymore, hasn’t since he was a child.
Really if anything stargazing had strengthened your bond with the Prince. If not for it you both probably wouldn’t be growing as close of friends as you have, it was the time where it was mostly just you and him (with the few exceptions of Prompto from time to time) where the two of you could feel comfortable enough to talk about nearly anything, everything.
It stands to reason that something like this becomes a frequent occurrence. And to the point where eventually you couldn’t imagine going back to a time where your nights weren’t occupied like this…