Chocobros’ s/o manipulating them into betraying Noctis/Lucis and serving Niflheim? How does it happen and how quickly they realize they’re being manipulated (if ever)?

Prompto:

His S/O would call him everyday. Whisper sweet nothings. Keep him wrapped around their little finger and ask questions that normally, he wouldn’t answer due to safety concerns. But he loved them. And they loved him, so he was sure he could trust them. He’d let slip plans and time frames of where the group is going, what they’ll be doing, and where they were heading after that. Just stuff you’d tell a lover honestly. From this, over time, the S/O would be able to chart preferred routes and coordinate where drops ships can ambush them. 

That’s all that was asked of Prompto’s lover. They don’t tell Prompto, and he doesn’t ever realize it. No, instead with their job done, they break up with him, citing that long distance really wasn’t their thing. (But even they think it would be cruel to tell him that he had helped the enemy. They’d broken his heart enough.)

Gladiolus: 

They’d be right beside him the whole time. They’d encourage his irritability and whisper doubts about Noctis’ abilities, picking up on the shield’s own doubt about his king. But they ‘knew’ that Gladio could handle what Noctis didn’t right? He could protect them all if it came to it, right? With their manipulation, would become overbearing. Out of sync with the rest of the group. Worried about his own worth as the prince’s shield and the protector of his friends. Reckless on the battle field. It’d be all to easy to get the drop on them now.

The final nail would be their own injury. They’d let themself get back into a corner by an MT, damaged beyond returning to the field with them. Ever. It would hurt Gladio that he failed to protect one of the people he cared about in the world. And in this way they would crack the shield. He, likewise, doesn’t realize he was manipulated. (But there would be this feeling on the back of his neck, like he missed something, or that something with these past few months was wrong. Something didn’t quite…fit.) This was only to buy time, because they knew the group would eventually work it out. But the time they won from them would help the empire plan and move against them. And it’d be enough for their duty to be done. 

Ignis:

He’d be the one to realize it right away. And the S/O would know he knows. And it’s be this weird dance around each other, neither one letting the other get the upper hand. Because they actually like each other. And Ignis would be sure he can keep this under control. And he does. He wants their attention on him and him alone. And in the S/Os mind, they’d have to get past Ignis before anything else could be done with the boys.

Nothing comes of their work. Because they’d failed the moment Ignis noticed, and if they were being honest with themselves, they’d be killed for their failure. So just a little longer, and just a little more with Ignis. Because they were happy in their own way. Knowing they’d failed there was nothing to lose. So they’d enjoy his attention for a little longer.

But then the dance ended, and so they went to their fate. 

Can I ask for a scenario with any of the boys in a Queer-platonic relationship with an ace s/o?

Anon dear, I’ll do my best. It’s my usual weird mix of headcanon and scenario instead I’m afraid. Please tell me if this turns out alright. I’ve sort of tried to capture what this kind of relationship would be like by experimenting…By which I mean I ended up writing for more than one person. I hope this is alright. I mostly assumed that they get their physical needs taken care of in other ways. But I didn’t want to elaborate on that too much. (For all i know maybe they’re all ace.)

Noctis:

He’d sit beside them on the couch, resting against one another in a calm silence, and holding each other’s hand. The TV was on, playing a radio station rather than a channel. It served to drowned out both their thoughts. It had been a bad day. And on those days, they needed each other. 

This was their ritual. Something they never spoke about with each other, but just sort of occurred. They trusted each other wholly with their mental wounds. Their need for a quiet solitude with another. They knew that they weren’t listening to the music playing, but rather one another’s breathing. They needed the other’s grounding presence.

If someone walked in on the sight, it could have been mistake for a romantic moment between two lovers. But romance had no place among them. No. It was just the feeling of the other nearby. A trust. Not attraction, but a feeling that if it wasn’t precisely this person there with them, it wouldn’t feel right. 

A shelter for the dark. Nothing more, nothing less.

Prompto:

With Prompto, things would be a lot more easy to mistake for romance. And a lot more tactile. He’d help fix their hair just to feel close to them, and they would play with the strands of his through out the day. They might lay their head on his chest to hear his heart beat, while he would nuzzle into their hair and sleep. They’d play with each other’s hand when they’re distracted, brush against each other’s thighs when they want their attention for something, link arms when walking together, and just genuinely lack a need for personal space between the two of them.

People often ask them why they aren’t dating already, but they always, each other them, have the same answer. “It’s not like that.”

Because it isn’t. This isn’t love. Not in the way one would expect. This was more of a need fulfilled. They cherished this person, no one else understood their needs. It wasn’t romance. It wasn’t friendship. It was some unknown between the two. 

It was comfort and closeness. And it was enough.

Gladio:

Helping the other relax after a long day is normal for them. Massaging tense muscles when they don’t really allow people to touch them. If one of them was sore it wouldn’t be odd for them to help the other undress if they couldn’t manage it themselves. Sleeping in the same bed, couch, or using each other as a pillow was likewise normal. Seeing each other at their most vulnerable, being able to face each other unblinkingly during the moments they couldn’t stand someone else’s stare, watching over each other’s shoulders were all normal to them.

But nothing beyond that. Closeness was what they valued in one another. Someone who’d always have their back through everything and anything. 

Sometimes, they’d be afraid that they’d get too old for anyone to understand this. “Call it what it is, you’re in love.” 

But they’re not. This was something else. A choice. This person was their person. They didn’t have the word for it, but they didn’t desire one another how other people did. It was just the sense of a missing piece finally coming home. 

Ignis:

This is a relationship of space and intimacy. They don’t need to be near each other, but rather look after one another in other ways. They sleep in separate beds to allow the other their privacy. He’ll make sure they have lunch, they make sure he has clean clothes. Things they were perfectly capable of dealing with on their own, but chose to do for one another. They cook together and are much more free with their emotions around one another. (They’re one of the very rare people who have heard Ignis laugh to tears.) They ensure the other’s appearance is perfect for special events. They walk together at work, and leave notes for the other asking if they’ve eaten. (There are very rare times of course, when one of them cries. And the other doesn’t judge them. They only hold them through the whole thing until they settle again.) They just take care of each other. Even though they don’t have to. 

People comment on how chilly they are together. They won’t last if they ever get together. They just share a knowing glance and continue on with their day. They know themselves better than anyone else, and know that their care is shown through their actions.

They could live without one another, but why would they?

Ravus: 

He sends letters through out the relationship, venting mostly, and sometimes commenting on how he saw them the other day, but didn’t have time to go to talk to them. They in turn write back what they’ve learned and how their own training is going. They’ll make general yet. When they have time, they train together. Fighting one on one until one of them submits. (Neither ever does. It’s time spent together and they want it to last.) At the end of the session they sit back to back for as long as they can get away with, without someone finding out. 

They’re not ashamed of one another, but it’s safer if no one knows. They know this is not love, but they also know they would miss the other into eternity if they were gone. This was safer to let no one know.

They depart and go back to letters. For most people this isn’t enough. They need contact and the person to be there with them. But neither of them need those things. They just need the other’s understanding. The knowledge that someone is there, listening. 

It’s enough, and more than they could ever have asked for. 

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deedeedeebee:

I usually have two or more sets of headcanons with characters
Headcanon A: what I think realistically
Headcanon B: what I think is fucking hilarious

you forgot
C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

#option D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

new game: send me a character and i’ll give an example of each

Hey there hon! First I’m sorry for the loss of your ps4 games’ data, this sucks D: If you feel like it, could we get some Ravus domestic headcannons? This man deserves more love. Thank you!

  • He gets out of bed without a fuss, but he’s not actually awake. Mornings are a struggle with him. After years of waking up earlier than the sun, he finds them difficult now. He’ll wander around, and likely into a wall, if you let him. 
  • Coffee will be brewed, but he can’t be bothered to make his own. Rather, he’ll steal the nearest person’s cup and drink it. He has no preference for coffee, so long as he gets to drink it. (Good luck figuring out how he prefers it.)
  • He let’s his hair air dry. Which is as pleasant as it is unpleasant. On one hand, there’s water droplets in some spots on the floor, and if he sits on the couch there’s a water stain growing where he’d be resting his head. On the other hand, his shampoo is really pleasant, and clings to cloth and clothes. So the place smells like him.
  • He is also a breakfast thief. But he’s at least willing to SHARE his stolen goods. (He also prefers stealing food from others. Says it makes it taste better.) 
  • He helps with laundry. But be prepared for him to abscond with a blanket fresh from the dryer. He only helps until the blankets just for this purpose. Waiting to do the blankets till the end seems to be the wise choice. That way, everyone is happy. (The missing blanket, and Ravus, can be found on the couch later. Perhaps working on paperwork, or simply napping.)
  • Lunch and dinners would be together. No matter what. Because honestly, it’s an excuse to step away from work. As for cooking, he doesn’t. He tried once. ONCE. And never again. So he likes restaurants and ordering in. 
  • The place is always spotless, and that’s Ravus’ doing. He is something of a neat freak. (Putting fingerprints on the windows, or on any surface really, will get under his skin in a record amount of time.)
  • There is always a single Sylleblossom in a small vase on the counter. No idea where he gets them, but he changes it out every week. (The ones from the past are placed in books and forgotten about.) 
  • He will deal with spiders. Enough said. 
  • If he’s stressed, he rearranges the furniture. Which is troubling. He’ll likely forget in the morning and stumble over the coffee table. 
  • Passive aggressive post it notes are sometimes left around the place. Mostly directed at himself. Grocery lists are the most entertaining thing you’ll see. 
  • He forgets to lock the doors at night, so locking them would be your job. 
  • He tends to sleep on the couch. A lot. Simply because he’s tire and can’t be bothered to move. Mentioning how frequently he does to him will be met with denial. Then he’d make it a point to go to bed just to prove he doesn’t sleep on the couch as much as you say. (It’ll last a week.)
  • If you’re sitting on the couch, your lap will be claimed as a pillow and he’ll refuse to move. But unless you move him he falls asleep and won’t wake up, and who could disturb him when he looks so at ease?