Hercules: Sometimes? Remember how excited he got when he found out he could drink two caprisuns at once?

What amuses me is that you already know the answer to some of these.

8. How does one comfort the other when the other is in distress/having a panic attack/crying

In current experience, P’shali is the one most likely to be crying or having a panic attack, though everyone in the squad seems to have their respective issues that lead to breakdowns, and they all have their own ways of comforting.  Speaking from P’shali’s perspective alone, Sebha’to ( @skyysinger lol) is good at bringing him back from an autistic meltdown by giving him what he needs at the moment (such as blankets, pressure therapy with hugs, and just talking him through his worries) and is a patient as all hell even when P’shali says dumb stuff that could potentially be upsetting to anyone that doesn’t know him.  Swath ( @theaetherhealerffxiv ) is patient and a good listener, letting him vent his worries and reassuring him, sometimes with a bit of help from Sophia.  Jacques ( @thedarkestdragonknight ) is the sort that wants to punch the bad things to make it go away for daring to hurt his loved ones, but at the same time his first reaction is to comfort and reassure his partners, and likely to just sit them down and cook them tasty treats to help soothe the hurt in the meanwhile so they can cope with their feelings.

P’shali tries to emulate all of these, he looks up to the others with a great amount of respect as well as affection, and while his default is trying to make things to people to hopefully make them happy, he tries his hardest to let them know that they are loved.

19. Is one of them self conscious about their body? If so how does the other comfort them

Again, I think they all are to some extent.  Jacques has issues with his past as a Garlean experiment and test subject, and the scars (physical and emotional) are pretty noticeable.  Swath has some varying insecurities with his body depending on his fluctuating gender identity, and Sebha’to (as you already mentioned) has some serious self-conscious feelings going on due to being trans and trying to find ways to feel comfortable with his own body.  P’shali is probably the least self-conscious about his body, he’s actually pretty alright with his body as it is, which makes it hard for him to relate and understand at times, though that doesn’t keep him from trying.

As for comforting, the same answers as above apply: they all have their own ways of trying to help comfort each other.  This is probably one area where P’shali’s crafting skills are able to shine through; P’shali goes out of his way to make clothes for Swath and Sebha’to to help them feel comfortable with their gender presentation, and he makes clothing and armor for Jacques that he thinks will help him with his own issues, as well as alchemical concoctions to help calm him down if he feels a panic attack coming on.

Heck, the whole thing with making clothing for Sebha’to and Swath actually has P’shali wondering if he should focus on making custom clothing for trans customers--he does it a lot already, he’s getting practice.  If anything, they’re his inspirations for it.

John had been planning this date for months. Every day and night for months, he’d stay up late writing, text Frances throughout the day, fret and get nervous when talking to his boyfriends as they questioned why. He’d always stammer some response about work or art and drop the subject.

But really, he was terrified. He’d think about his plans for a week, two at most, then text Frances again, maybe I should change this? Maybe they’d like that instead? And she’d always tell him it was perfect, but let him think up some idea he’d figure would be better regardless.

It took so long for her to get him to settle on one firm idea. Plain and simple. A big, open park late at night when no one would be there. Star gazing. She’d come along to record it under the ruse that it was a double date with Aaron whom was in on it too.

[Text From; reina de la flor] u need to chill. they’ll love whatever you do jack, try and relax for once

[Text From; me but weaker] chill??? dont know her

[Text From; reina de la flor] just try and get some rest tonight for once. tomorrow’s the day. don’t pass out in the middle of it

[Text From; me but weaker] fuck u im gonna sleep til 5 pm, then chug ten five hour energys and never sleep again

In reality though, John was bouncing off the walls enough as it was due to anxiety and excitement. One am had John ready to climb into bed with his boyfriends, but he paused at the side of the bed, gazing nervously at them. What if they hated it? What if they didn’t want this like he did? What if it just wasn’t time?

He paced for another hour outside of the room before going and gently shaking Hercules’ shoulder. If he was gonna wake them up by climbing into bed, he may as well wake Hercules up and see if he could manage without waking Lafayette and Alexander. It wasn’t too difficult to silently crawl over Hercules and cuddle into his chest with a hand entwined with Alexander’s, and he felt like maybe he could get some rest as Hercules whispered, “love you,” before falling right back asleep.

John was still awake a bit longer. It was two thirty, he was tired, in so many ways. But maybe he could relax now. It’d be over soon. He’d have his answer. With that in mind, he let himself drift off.

The next day, Alexander, Lafayette and Hercules didn’t see him much. He’d awoken late just as he said he would, but he didn’t follow those silly plans. No, he went straight to the park to prepare. To have Frances’s help to make paper hearts of colorful paper all taped together, string them along some of the trees in the perfect spot, to ensure Frances had the three rings in their respective boxes, a letter written on each one in permanent marker; A, H, L, so as to not mix them up.

When it was finally time, they all went. It was wonderful. For a full hour, the six of them all laid out under the stars after admiring the hearts, pointing out constellations, finding new ones or making up their own, soft laughs and jokes among each other and John felt himself at ease as he laid between Alexander and Hercules. 

Fran ran back to her car, came back and presented to them a picnic basket she’d packed with all sorts of food, laying out a blanket she had within the car and setting it up. They all ate, joked, laughed. A little food was thrown, teases to each other and food shared before they packed it up.

It was time. John’s heart was racing as the three sat down to watch the stars again. John didn’t. He almost lost his nerve until Frances was at one side with a hand on his shoulder, Aaron doing the same on his other. No words were said. The reassurance was enough. Aaron and Frances stood off to the side, starting to film with her phone as John loudly cleared his throat.

Alexander, Lafayette and Hercules gave him curious looks for standing there behind them, but he almost looked in tears and their curious expressions faded to concern as all three of them got up, ready to find out why their John was so ready to cry before he held a hand up, clearing his throat.

“Um... Sit. Please.” He said quietly, and hesitantly, they listened. Stayed silent as they all watched him. All eyes on him. You can do this, John.

“Words... Aren’t my forte like Alex... I-I can’t hand craft stuff like Herc or like, make you swoon and all like Laf. I’m not that romantic. I can’t cook. I... Some days, I can’t do much of anything.” Their mouths opened to protest, even Frances, but John held up both hands, palm up. A silent request to remain silent. They did.

“But... I-I can put ideas together. I can draw. I can talk. I can... I can sing. Sometimes I can find words and even if it’s not flowery like Alexander’s, it’s... It’s me. It’s all me.”

Then he hit one knee and their eyes collectively widened. But instead of speaking, John’s eyes slid shut and he began to sing so softly, a slight hint of his accent in his soothing tone. “All those days watching from the windows, all those years outside looking in. All that time, never even knowing just how blind I’ve been...”

Even Frances was tearing up, eyes wide as she watched her brother. She wasn’t warned he would do this. She had no idea. It almost seemed like improvisation. Even so, he got up as he sang, pacing a little as the words rolled off his tongue, “Now I’m here blinking in the starlight. Now I’m here, suddenly I see. Standing here, it’s all so clear, I’m where I’m meant to be...”

Then his gaze drew to them, and his breath caught in his throat to see those tears forming in Hercules and Lafayette’s eyes, the tears already pouring down Alexander’s cheeks as they stared at him, speechless. They couldn’t form their own words even if they wanted to. “And at last I see the light and it’s like the fog has lifted, and at last I see the light and it’s like the sky is new...” He stepped over slowly, crouching in front of the three and smiling oh so sweetly at them as tears rolled down his own cheeks to match his three boyfriends. “And it’s warm and real and bright and the world has somehow... Shifted... All at once, everything looks different now that I see you...”

Then he got up, hesitating to step away from them, but he walked over to Frances who fumbled before offering him her bag to pull out those three thin boxes. He held them up, watching the three men’s eyes follow the movement before a little sob escaped Alexander, caught in his throat as Lafayette and Hercules each wound an arm around him, kept their eyes on John.

“All those days chasing down a daydream, all those years living in a blur. All that time, never truly seeing things the way they were... Now they’re here, shining in the starlight. Now they’re here, suddenly I know. If they’re here, it’s crystal clear, I’m where I’m meant to go.”

He didn’t expect to be yanked down to them when he stepped over again, but it pulled a sob out of John’s chest as well as the three hung so tightly onto him, and with a cracking voice, John carried on, “And at last I see the light, and it’s like the fog is lifted and at last I see the light and it’s like the sky is new. And it’s warm and real and bright and the world has somehow shifted...”

it took ten minutes for the four of them to calm down enough to do anything other than cry and cling to each other. When they finally calm, John leans back enough to beam at them as tears drip down his freckled cheeks and Lafayette gently wipes some of them away, smiles on everyone’s faces. “All at once, everything looks different now that I see you. Now that I see you..” He finished the song quietly, hiccuping and shaking his head before holding up the three boxes with one hand.

“So... Will you three marry me?” He asked quietly, tried to keep in mind what he was there to do, and it certainly wasn’t to just sing and cry.

It felt so surreal as he watched each of them put their rings on, limp and crying harder as they pulled him tight in a hug, each of them pressing kisses to his face, hair, head, shoulders, neck, anywhere they could reach as he bawled, too happy and tired and full of so much emotion to contain it anymore. It was too much to hold onto, and he let it out then and there, aware he was being filmed, not caring one bit.

He was so out of it when he ran out of tears, Frances offered to drive him home, but they refused. “He’s coming home with us.” Hercules said gently, Laf smiling kindly at her. “Merci, but he must spend the night with us.” He agreed from Hercules’ words whereas Alexander simply wound his arms tight around John’s waist, held him close and refused to let go as the freckled man clung tightly right back.

Hours later, they were all cuddled up in bed, all close and clinging. Hercules and Lafayette laying so relaxed with Alex and John laying on them, fingers entwined.

John must have laid there for hours. No one said anything, they didn’t need to. Finally, John broke the silence and whispered, “If they’re here it’s crystal clear I’m where I’m meant to go.” He breathed. No more singing. The words held so much meaning for him. He felt Lafayette’s arms tighten around him. They didn’t speak, they didn’t need to. John felt that love and care in the way Lafayette’s grip tightened, Alexander’s hand squeezed his tight for a moment, Hercules’ lips pressed to his forehead for a minute.

So I heard it’s pride month.

Here you have a polyromantic totally ACEing it.