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Some angsty fluff with his s/o and him fighting about her going on a hunt with out him in the morning?

She’d wake up before the sun rose. She’d have been sleeping by Gladio in their hotel bed. Normally, they’d wake up together and go and spar, or maybe go for a run together. But the night before, perhaps, had been a trial. Maybe they’d simply been outside late, or maybe they’d been a large fight the night before. Point is, no one would be alert enough to notice her slipping out and getting her jacket. Even Gladio would be dead to the world.

But not her surprisingly. She’d be good at functioning on little sleep, and lately she was the one who’d wake up the other. But they needed the rest. Plus, it’d worry her endlessly that they were starting to run low on gil. So she’d have made the decision to go on a bounty herself. After dressing for the day and before leaving she’d press a kiss to Gladio’s forehead and whisper that she’d be back soon. Not that he’d hear her of course. 

She’d leave and go to the nearby diner and speak to the tipster there. After picking which bounty she was going to go after, she’d remember to take her tags out of her pocket and put them around her neck. Just in case. Perhaps she used to be a hunter before meeting Gladio and used to do this on her own all the time. Perhaps this was her first hunt alone. Either way, she’d want a way to identify her if anything went wrong. 

So she’d go, and one by one she’d lure her bounty away from their group and take them out. She knew if she fought them as a whole, as the boys often did, she’d be overwhelmed in seconds. But she worked though them all slowly, and though there were a few moments where she’d been nearly hurt, she made it through alright. She’d notice at some point during her hunt the beasts had managed to claw off her tags and a piece of her jacket. She’d figured she’d find them later and continue with her hunt.

It is during this time that the other woke up. Of course, Gladio is slightly startled when he sees her missing. But he accepts the other’s explanations. Perhaps she was hungry and went for breakfast? Or maybe she’s just exploring around outside waiting for them. Though you can imagine he’d be a little distraught when they get to the diner and find out where she went. But she could take care of herself right? 

But that’s when news of some possible tags laying on the ground. Right in the location she was hunting. The boys would then kind of hurry out there and look for her. And of course they’d find them right where they were rumored to be. With no other sign of her, Gladio would just sort of shut down. But then she’d come around a corner, a bit bruised but otherwise perfectly fine. It’d be noon by then, and she’d smile at them all not seeing anything wrong with all of them there. Then she’d notice her tags in Gladio’s hands, the expression on his face, and dart over to him.

Generally, at the sight of how scared he looked, she’d panic and try to reassure him, ‘No, love, I’m right here, I just dropped my tags earlier.’

He’d wrap her in a hug and would refuse to let go. Even when she’d try pulling away. Recognizing that she’d scared him, she ask the others to give her a minute with him. She’d sigh after they left and ask if he was alright. 

‘Of course not,’ he’d say, ‘I thought…your tags…What were you thinking coming out here alone!?’

She’d actually feel a little offended by that statement. ‘Gladie, I can take care of myself out here. I’m not hurt, look.’ 

Eventually, this would dissolve into a heated argument, all while Gladio refused to let her go. Which, would start to irritate her since she, when angry, the last thing she wants is a hug. She’d hold her own point that he should have more faith in her abilities. He’d argue that if her enemies got close enough to take a swipe at her neck, she’d needed someone there to watch her back. Which would dissolve into even more fighting. She’d manage to pull away to arms length during this, but no further. She’d be about to launch right back into the argument, but Gladio would cut her off with a kiss. Which would surprise her into being quiet. 

‘Just let me worry alright?’ he’d whisper against her mouth. ‘You scared me when I found your tags.’

She sigh and finally nod. “Fine, worry all you want. But it doesn’t change that you’re overreacting. I’m not dead.”

This unfortunately for her, would lead to him throwing her over his shoulder and going to rejoin the rest of the group. She’d squawk indignantly and demand to be put down, her face burning. But her demand would be ruined by her laughing. They’d find the others and he still wouldn’t put her down. 

Revenge for making him worry he’d say, and she’d go dead weight in retaliation. (Not that it helped.) He’d get back to the car and finally put her down. She’d grab his hand and finally whisper to him that she was sorry for scaring him. 

It’d be relatively peaceful until the tipster reveals that the bounty was for 5 Albinogins. They’d start arguing again, and he’d be having some serious doubts about her judgement. She’d point out she knew what she could handle, and restate the fact that she WASN’T hurt. They’d argue into the night, but stay holding hands. 

Alright! So… what about a headcanon with Noctis and his s/o are tricking Ignis. Because he wants Noctis to eat his vegetables and is s/o always eat his vegetables when Ignis doesn’t look at them. That could sometimes be really difficult. How would they manage it? oAo

I can picture them eating with each other a lot, but oddly enough not when camping. Which is a part of their plan. Ignis would put vegetables on Noctis’ plate and expect them to be eaten. So they’d sit across each other and wait until his back was turned and they were done eating what they wanted. For Noctis, he’d eat everything but the vegetables, and for his S/O, They’d try to leave something else for Noctis to eat in exchange for his vegetables. 

Then his S/O would get up and walk in front of Noctis, swap plates with him in a fluid movement, and keep walking away with the veggies. It was easy and smooth and Ignis had yet to catch them. (They’d been doing this since they were young after all.) 

Gladio would feel as if he was betraying Ignis a little, but the first time they did this, they had walked over to him and promptly threatened to kick his shins everyday, for the rest of his life, if he ratted them out. So he doesn’t say a word, and even gets a chuckle out of how practiced the two are. 

Prompto on the other hand, they’d just have to shoot a look at and he’d turn the other way. He’d remember when they were in high school, and Noctis’ S/O sat on him and tickled him until he begged for mercy for a rather unsavory picture he once took of them. He did NOT want to cross them ever again. 

Hya! Can I request a fluffy scenario with Ignis and his S/O, it maybe a month after his trauma and his is still stubborn and unwelcoming, so they run him a bath, give him a massage with scented oils and tenderly kisses all over his scars?

Sure! No problem. (It kind of ended up being angsty fluff though. ._. And probably not what was requested. Sorry in advance if it’s not what you expected.) 

They would decide to wait for him. They’d want to scream and cry for him, because he was clearly hurting, but they’d hold themself together. He was holding himself together they’d think, so what right would they have to fall apart for him? No, while he was still pushing everyone away, they would wait for him to be ready to accept people once more.

Though that wouldn’t change that they’d care for him. Every time the boys were in town, they’d stop by their house. It was a large one, and each had their own rooms to stay in when they were here. Something that was both a blessing and a curse. 

The others would want to go explore, to breath, to take a break from each other. But Ignis would just shut himself in his room, and sit in the dark, and brood. But they’d try to reach him. They’d be relentless in trying to get him to show the affection he once had for them. 

His S/O would miss contact with him. Because they did still love him no matter what he’d believed. They’d go to him and ask if he’d like a bath to wash off the dust from the road. After a pause he’d agree. So they’d go and run one, making sure the temperature is too high and maybe even adding some stress relieving bath salts to the water. When it was ready, they’d go to fetch him. He’d know his way around and would go to the bathroom himself. But as he’d start closing the door, they’d catch his hand in theirs, bring it up to their mouth and press a kiss to his knuckles before walking away.

A small gesture to reassure him they loved him. Even if he shut the door on them afterward, they’d just want to keep that fresh in his mind. They’d walk away and then return half an hour later with a towel and a fresh set of clothes. They’d leave them outside the door, knock, and let him know they were there. 

He’d be able to get dressed on his own for the most part, so they’d leave him to it. They’d maybe return in another half hour to check what he wanted to eat. But they’d find him sitting on the bed with his shirt miss buttoned. He’d admit he has trouble with figuring out what goes where now, and they’d only reassure him it’s fine. He’d get it soon enough. They’d go over and help his fix his shirt with feather light touches, and then step away.

As they’d be about to leave the room, he’d grab their hand and just hold it. A silent plea to stay with him. One that they’d readily agree to. They’d lead him over to the bed and sit down with him. It’d be a rare moment when he’d want company. They’d sit next to him and lean their forehead against his shoulder while still holding his hand. It’d be silent in the room for a long time. They wouldn’t speak, because what could they say? Neither would know.

They’d just sit and breath and hold each other. Eventually his S/O would be the one to break the silence. “I love you.” They’d whisper. “And I know you’re angry right now. But I will wait. Even if you are never the same, I’ll wait.”

Because it’s unknown at this point in time if his vision would ever return. They just know that if it doesn’t, they’d still love him. He wouldn’t say anything in response and they’d get up to leave to start on dinner. But before leaving, they’d press a kiss to his cheek.The others would return to eat and things would be a bit more lively. But it would still be muted between the two. 

But that would change hours later when he’d invite them to sit with him that night rather than sitting alone in his room. They’d lay in bed together, and eventually they’d start talking. The conversation would start off quiet, but it’d quickly turn light hearted. He’d laugh like he used to and for a while they could pretend everything was normal. And when he’d stretch his arms above his head and sigh in annoyance they’d offer to try and work some of the tension in his muscle out.

“I’m good with my hands.” They’d smile, and so he could ‘see’ it, they’d bring his hand to the corner of their mouth. 

He’d agree, though a bit hesitantly. They’d press a kiss to his fingertips and state they’d be right back before getting up and going to their own room to grab what they’d need and return. He wouldn’t have moved and would be ‘staring’ off into the distance. Though he would turn his head upon hearing them reenter. 

They’d check to make sure it’d be alright to remove his shirt first, and his face would show his discomfort with the thought, but he’d oblige. I can picture that his face wasn’t the only thing that was scarred, which is why he’d be a little self conscious. He’d be able to feel his scars, but wouldn’t know how they would look. But his S/O wouldn’t be fazed. Instead of commenting on them, they’d guide him into laying on his stomach and get to work on rubbing out any knots in his muscles.

They’d talk, and occasionally laugh while they worked, and he’d relax and nearly drift off while they did. His S/O would think he was asleep. They wouldn’t really think about it, but they’d lean forward and press a kiss against one of the scars on his back, and start to leave. But he’d suddenly grab them and pull them into bed with him. At first they’d try to wiggle away as a joke but then give up and just settle against him.

Behind them he’d start to speak about suddenly going blind. How it was to be unable to see the world. To be unable to see them. He’d describe what it was like and what it took from him. His fears and his worries, and how for the first time in his life, his future was unclear. 

His S/O would turn around in his arms, and circle their own around him. They’d start pressing kisses along the scars on his shoulder. The ones hidden by his hairline. The ones on his temple. They’d kiss both eyelids and whisper promises to him. The scars wouldn’t take his friends. They wouldn’t take over his life. They would not take away those who love him. 

Then they’d just curl up together, laying in the darkness of the room and simply letting silence wash over them until they’d fall asleep.