Can I get a match up? I’m 5’7 high, brown eyes and hair. I would say I’m too stubborn to my own good, independent, likes to be in center of attention but I’m not a peoples person and quite egoistic. I like to be outside and be active. I’m sosialy awkward and have some trouble trusting the people that stand close to me, I don’t want to be a bother to them. I value my alone time listening to music and being in my own boble. (I always read your work when I go to bed and I love it <3)

I match you with Gladiolus!

Differences aside, you’d bond over being active. He’s as stubborn as the next guy, and it’s just be a matter of outlasting each other should you ever argue over something. (Which, it’s quickly turn into a battle of patience, which would give you both time to cool your heads.) Being independent is something you both are, and it’s be nice not to have to watch over his should for you. Though, secretly he still would, because he really likes knowing you’re safe and does want to take care of you. TBH this would probably, if you found out, make you feel valued. Because his attention is never going to stray very far from you.

He’s good at reading body language, and would be able to tell if he was standing too close to you for you to be comfortable. And though he’d try to reassure you that you’re not a bother, he’d still step away to make sure you had enough space. And being in your own bubble would work for him sometimes, as you’d both slip into your own worlds. You into your music, and him into the pages of his books.

Uggh love your blog! Can I have a matchup? I’m 5’2” tall, red hair and green eyes if thats relevant?? I’m very extroverted with my friends but I also have my melancholy moments, when I need to charge up my social skills and be alone. I love food, animals and also I make really bad puns. :>

Without a doubt, I match you with Prompto.

I know that seems like the obvious choice, but it’s also what I can picture being the healthiest. You’d be that couple that just ‘gets’ each other. Prompto probably deals with his own melancholy moments as well, and would know when to spend time with you, and know when he’d need to just let you work through it on your own. (Though it would kill him not seeing your smile.) You and him are probably animal magnets. Animals tend to gravitate towards kind-hearted people, and with both of you in one place, I can imagine that there’s be more than one cuddly creature wanting to meet you both. But the puns? Oh geez, he’d make a big show of not enjoying them, but you just know he’s struggling not to laugh.

Match-up please? I’m Aries, straight, female, INFJ. Appearance: 5’6 1/2″, pale skin, layered brown hair ending at a inch below my shoulders & brown eyes with a gold ring around the pupil kind of like an ammonite shell. My favorite things are listening to music(especially rock and roll, alternative with some heavy metal), drawing, reading, and writing. (1/2, same anon who asked about the two-part match up)

I match you with Ignis!

While your musical tastes might be different, I can imagine he’d like the majority of it. You’re both Aries, and while this would be a very tense relationship, it’d work. You both challenge each other enough to keep things interesting, but still maintain the loving and kind atmosphere needed to keep affection for one another thriving.

You’re both similar, but not TOO similar. Your personalities meet each other half way. While you are quiet and reserved like him you tend to think with you heart rather then with logic. With him it’s the opposite. Unfortunately, this would be the main source of tension, as you’d want to choose what you feel is right, while he’d want to go with the logical. (However, there are definitely times when he’d go along with you willingly, wanting an excuse to not have to listen to logical every once in a while.) And, you’re both planners, taking comfort in the expected. (But if something unexpected arises, I can picture you both taking it in stride.)

He’d be good with keeping you centered and calm. I can picture him slipping you sweet nothings and kind compliments if he picks up that you’re feeling insecure. And if you ever do get nervous, he’ll sit with you and make sure nothing happens, and be a quiet reassuring presence until you’re calm. You’re both lone wolves in social settings I imagine, him just because he doesn’t feel the need to socialize, and you because of your experience. But he’d make it a point to be alone together if you ever where in public, both of you drawing on the other for strength.

Hey :D I was wondering if I could get a match up with one of the Chocobros please? I stand at five three with long brown hair and hazel eyes. I love art and I can spend hours curled up on the couch buried in my sketchbook. I love my friends and family and I will do anything to protect them. And also, I’m not afraid to tell it straight to my loved ones if they aren’t doing something right. However, I have a very vulnerable side and I want to feel protected and taken care of.

I match you with Gladio!

Mainly because of your similarities. While his top priority is going to be the prince, you’d end up being the most protected second to him. Plus, the fact you can speak what you mean will cut right through Gladio’s thoughts, because lets face it, he’s very introspective, and might need you to pull him out of his mind every once in a while. (Plus, if it ever feels like he’s letting his frustration get the better of him and taking it out on the others, you’d be able to call that out unflinchingly.)

Seeing you draw would be a treat for him, watching the lines and strokes you make on paper would be breathtaking to him as they take shape. Though, most often I think it’d be him reading while you draw. But it wouldn’t be surprising if he wasn’t actually reading, but watching you out of the corner of his eye to see what you’re bringing to life this time.

Seeing you protect others just as fiercely as he does will give him a peace of mind that few other things can. Someone watching his back as much as he watches theirs. However, even when he isn’t supposed to, he’d definitely give you priority over Noctis if you were in IMMEDIATE danger. Plus, he’s going to want to make sure you are safe and comfortable no matter what outside of dangerous situations.

The reader is a servant of the Royal Lucis family and she discovers she’s related to Noctis despite believing she was from another region. Noctis reacts and takes her under his wing.

You sat in a chair outside the kings throne room, waiting to be brought before him. Carefully, you inhale and exhale in controlled counts. In…1…2…3… Out…1…2..3… But it does nothing to get the icy feeling of fear to leave you. Rather, it makes it worse. The second you stop counting, you know you’ll panic. Maybe even try to run. Heavens know you’ve thought about it ever since the king’s shield PERSONALLY brought you to this chair and sat you down. And your mind had been forming an escape plan ever since because of it.

You’re fast. Faster than most. Plus, you know the citadel almost as well as the royal family since you’ve been a servant here since you were a child. You know the ins and outs of the place, and could make a bee line for that one window with the lose hinges. Far up from the ground for a regular servant but, as you’ve discovered, not for you. No one could catch you, you think, especially if you…

You cast the though from your head as soon as it enters. Warping is what got you here in the first place. You’d fallen from that very same window and, in a moment of panic, reached for something deep inside you that you’d never noticed before. And it was just by chance your pocket knife fell from your pocket when it did, reaching the ground before you did and giving you a focus point…

You’d felt like your whole body blinked, and found yourself laying on the ground. Of course, you’d felt sick immediately after. Something that was very common after warping you’d heard. However, you didn’t get a chance to recover. The palace staff converged on you, scraping you off the ground and rushing you inside. There, you were sat on the floor as one of the Kingsglaive rushed off to alert the adviser, shield, and king of what had just occurred.

A servant had just warped. With no connection to the glaive, and no clear connection to the king. It hadn’t even been 10 minutes before you’d gotten to see the Shield’s intimidating form stalking toward you, and ordering you to follow.

Like you were going to argue with him.

From there, he explained that you were about to go before the king and his inner circle for a line of questioning. You had no idea what about, but your heart was in your throat none the less. You shuttered in your seat and clenched your eyes closed in an effort to steady yourself.

“It’s time. Rise and go into the chamber.”

You gasp in surprise, looking up into the face of one of your fellow servants. You didn’t even hear his approach. His face was grim and he would not meet your eyes. You couldn’t find it in yourself to speak, and only nodded, rising from your chair. He finally turned from the door he was meant to open for you, and looked you over.

“Square your shoulders, and hold your head up.” he said quietly, “Only the guilty won’t meet the gaze of the king.”

“The guilty? But I didn’t…”

He raised his hand for you to be quiet, and shook his head. “I shouldn’t be telling you this, but they’re set up for a trial it looks like. I don’t know what happened, but I’m telling you. Look the king in the eye when you tell your side. The guilty won’t met his eyes.”

“…why?” you whispered as he went to the door to pull it open.

He shrugged helplessly, and pushed open the door, holding himself prim and proper as it swung open, going back to ignoring you.

“The one in question will now speak.” The adviser said, and you took a deep breath, trusting yourself to truth. You did as the other servant advised, and stood a bit straighter, compared to the shrunken appearance of before.

“Please, explain from your point of view what occurred this afternoon.” The adviser began, speaking for the king.

You nodded and directed your answers at the king. You gave as much detail as you could, and then described the sudden blinking feeling. After which they asked where you were from. You said Galahd, as that was where your mother had said she originated. When they asked your name, and then hers, a murmur of surprise and shock went through the crowd, and they then asked if you’d known your grandmother’s name.

And once you gave it, concern rippled through the room.

You only caught whispers, but there was something about a missing maid? (Or was it mistress…You’re certain you;d misheard that.) You’d known that your grandmother was a servant here once. And your mother sent you back here because of it after…after she passed in Galahd. Eventually, someone said that you’d have to stay here until something could be investigated, and you were taken to one of the guest rooms on the royal floor.

This…was worrying.

Time passed slowly in the room. And though everything you’d ever want was there, you felt as if you couldn’t touch it. It wasn’t for you, you were a servant. So you sat on the floor near the door of the room. Once this whole misunderstanding was cleared up, you’d like to keep your job. Which meant sitting on the floor so you didn’t mess anything up.

And you swear, you definitely were not crying. Why would you need to? There was nothing wrong. But tears fell down your cheeks anyways. You were afraid. Just what had you done wrong? Perhaps the crystal had taken pity on you and saved you, and there was no other explanation. You were not a glaive, and certainly not royal, but…

You knew that the moment you warped, you became a person of interest to the crown. And persons of interest often never got their normal life back.

You were crying in earnest at this point, and didn’t notice the door to the room open.

“Hello?” A soft voice called, and you curled into yourself, hoping that if you just stayed behind the door, they wouldn’t notice you.

The door swung open further and you watched over your knees to see who it was. His back was to you, but you felt despair rise up in your chest and buried your face in your knees again. That black hair was unmistakable. The prince was about to see your face after you’d just gotten done crying. Great.

“Noct? I don’t think anyone’s in here.” Called another voice from the doorway, who you mentally cursed twice in your head. Because you could hear the prince turn around to address the speaker.

“I swear, I heard someone cry…Uh…” You could only guess that he gestured to you, and that the other guy must have taken a look behind the door. Because there was a yelp of surprise and on the other side of the door you swear you heard him fall over. Which surprised you enough to look up and meet the prince’s concerned and slightly panicked face.

Well shit. This was awkward.

You rubbed at your eyes hurriedly, even though you knew it was no good trying to hide your tears.

“Apologies, your highness,” you began, “I didn’t mean to disturb you and your friend’s day.”

“N-no. It’s fine. I’m just…” He turned away and as practically pleading with his eyes for the blond haired one to help him.

“Are you alright?” the blond flat out asked, after peeking at you from the other side of the door. He still hadn’t gotten off the floor.

“I’m fine.” You said, and flashed a half-hearted smile. “But you shouldn’t be here.”

The blond one glanced at Noctis, who was still just as confused as before. You continued, hoping to scare him away and leave you alone. “I’m being investigated by your father for something. You really shouldn’t be here”

At that, a panicked look flashed across both their faces and you buried your own back into your knees. But to your surprise, when you heard the door close, instead of being alone the two boys sat beside you.

“Weelll…You’re in the royal guest wing, so that means you’re not considered dangerous.” Noctis began.

The one beside him continued. “Besides! If you WERE dangerous, you’d have guards around. There’s no guards near here!”

“And your point?” You asked quietly, wanting to be left to your misery.

“Point being, what’s wrong.” Noctis asked, nudging you with his shoulder.

You sniffled and then muttered the cursed words into your knees. “I fell out a window, which should have killed me.”

“That’s…geez, okay, so you’re crying tears of relief? I’d be if that happened to me.” The blond said, trying to draw a bit more out of you.

You shook your head. “No.”

“So….what are they investigating something like that for.” Noctis asked.

In annoyance, you looked over at him and looked him in the eye. “I only lived because I warped.”

Then you burrowed your head back into your knees, and hoped to stay curled up. What you were not expecting was the sudden burst of energy from the two beside you.

“What?!” The blond jumped to his feet and pulled you up as well after grabbing your wrists. “Are you part of the Kingsglaive? But you’re our age!”

Noctis had stood up in just pure surprise. You had to pry your wrists from the blond and drew them back to yourself.

“N-no. I’m not Kingsglaive.” You looked between the two of them, just talking to them as if you were all normal teens. “It just…happened. I’m just a servant you see.”

They looked at each other, and you could tell were about to ask a million and a half questions, but then there was a knock at the door. They both paled, and you ended up shoving them behind the door where you had been sitting. After gesturing for them to be quiet, you walked over and answered the door, slipping into your professional demeanor….or, as best you could with tears stains running down your face.

“Yes?”

“If you could follow me back to the council room, we have a few things we need to explain. Excuse our harsh behavior from earlier.”

“W-what?” You dared a glance behind the door at the two standing there as still as possible, before leaving the room. “Explain what…?”

You followed behind and shut the door behind you, keeping the prince’s and his friend’s presence secret.

You were returned to the room that night, and had actually been forced to climb into the bed and lay down. Or rather…your body had forced you to, due to passing out at the unexpected news. And now you were just laying in bed staring at the ceiling. Your mind still would not let you believe what the king had told you.

Your grandmother had been King Regis’ father’s mistress. And apparently, she went missing one night. And they had dug up the reason why. You mother had been the half sister of king Regis. A secret your grandmother wanted concealed from everyone. Which made you…

You were suddenly startled by the thud that came from the balcony.

You sat up and looked over with a frown.There was the prince and his friend, looking like they were climbing down from the balcony above yours. From the way the blond was kicking his legs, he was losing his grip on the stone above him. The prince was below him recovering from his own fall. You could see what was about to happen, and winced when the blond fell on top of the prince.

“Gracious Astrals…” You muttered as you got out of bed, noticing you were still dressed thankfully. You hurried over to them and helped them to their feet.

“Couldn’t you have come the normal way?” You asked in a whisper, as if you were afraid that you might be overheard.

The blond shrugged. “Noctis has a bed time.”

“Shut up Prompto.” The prince hissed, lightly smacking his arm.

You let yourself laugh. The prince really was just another teenager…

“Noctis?” A voice called out from the balcony above yours.

You turned and looked at the two with a raise eyebrow, as if asking why you shouldn’t give them away. They glanced at each other and grabbed you and darted into the hallway. You didn’t question it. You were just told that you were part royal, so going on the run with the prince might as well be a thing too.

“Honestly, Ignis has the six sense of a mother hen.” Noctis muttered as you all hurried down the hall.

“Just where are we going? And who’s Ignis?” you asked, willingly going along.

Prompto smiled, “He’s going to be Noct’s adviser…er….maybe both of yours?”

“So you’ve heard?” You asked, looking between them.

“Yeah, dad-I mean the king actually had me sit down with him and explained the situation. What a better way to introduce you to everyone than by sneaking around the palace right?”

“Uh…I don’t know.”

“Noctis, Prompto, you stay right there!” you heard the voice from earlier call, and both their eyes got wide when they saw who you assumed was Ignis at the end of the hall.

“Run for it!” Prompto yelped, and you all darted back the way you came.

“Prompto, you’re taking one for the team.” Noctis said suddenly.

“What?!”

“You have anything throwable on you?” he turned to ask as you both ran.

“Uh…a pen?” You reached into your front pocket and pulled one out. He in turn pulled out a small pocket knife.

“That’ll work. Throw it on the count of three. One…two…”

“Noct! no fair!”

“Three!”

You tossed it in the same direction as he threw the pocket knife and felt him latch onto your arm. Suddenly, the blinking feeling from before overwhelmed you and you found yourself pulled along with him to where your pen was. You got dizzy, but then he laughed upon hearing a shriek of fear from Prompto being caught by Ignis.

You had to admit, this was kind of entertaining.

Noctis pulled you along, and you quickened your steps. You were really surprised to see a rather large smile on his face.

“Prince Noctis?”

“You don’t have to call me that.” He looked at you and was practically bouncing up and down in excitement. “We’re family. The fact I was able to warp with you proves it.’

“Huh?”

“When you warp, you can’t take anyone with you, unless they already have the ability to warp…But you’ll learn that.”

“Learn?”

“You’re related to royalty. Did you think that doesn’t mean anything?”

You stopped where you were and frowned. “I…I just assumed that I might go back to my old job honestly….”

He shook his head, also stopping. “According to dad, you’re going to start lessons along side me.”

“Lessons? Like…” You could hear Ignis, who was currently dragging a struggling Prompto along.

“Like warping on your own. Go!”

This time you followed Noctis with a laugh, and let him pull you into another warp to get away again.

As it turned out, Ignis was a lot nicer than Noctis had you believe. He was in charge of you both for now, until your own retainer could be found. There wasn’t a place for you at the court yet, but Regis had made sure that you felt welcome in the family. (Noctis made doubly sure.)

You both were in the same year of school, and at Noctis’ request you got to go to the same high school. Where he discovered that you were two years younger than him.

“This nerd skipped two grades.” He’d tease when offically introducing you to Ignis and Gladiolus.

It became obvious that after a few years, Noctis had begun to see you as a younger sibling instead of distant cousin.

In your lessons with Gladio, he always made sure he didn’t harm you. In your tutoring session with Ignis, he tried to make you less overwhelmed. And surprisingly, Iris was chosen to be your bodyguard, something that she enjoyed. It meant she got to be near her older brother and Noctis on a daily basis. You’d yet to find a retainer. Ignis was in charge of you both still, much to his horror.

All in all, it was a good life.

Noctis seemed to be thrilled with you around, and you didn’t ever voice it out loud, but you thought maybe it was because he didn’t have to worry about the future alone. Not anymore.

And you weren’t so worried either.

Boys with a crush on someone who looks very intimidating, but turns out to be very sweet person :)

(I actually had to look up the meaning and synonyms of the word intimidate to see how much I could get away with in this. I was trying to think of different ways someone could be intimidating. xD)

Noctis:

His crush had started in high school.

They always had the same expression on their face. No matter what anyone did. It was always a look of disdain, anger, or disgust, he could never be sure which. They never spoke either. It was kind of scary. And they fact that when they walked the halls, they did not just jump out of the way like most people did for him. No rather they’d stare him down until he moved an equal amount for them to both walk through the hall. Honestly, their presence in a room was very commanding, and almost screamed for everyone to just LEAVE THEM ALONE.

He was smitten though. His friends questioned this when they found out of course. And all of them asked why them. Was it was their eyes? The graceful way they held themself? Maybe their calm and cool demenor? No matter what they’d ask, he’d always say no. And the answer, when he finally gave one, surprised them.

It was their smile.

He’d only ever seen it once, but that was all it took. It was when he was passing through a park, on one of the very rare occasions he’d ventured out alone without telling someone. He’d happened to hear a dog barking and happened to look over to when the source of the sound came from. To his surprise, there they were. Chasing after a dog and smiling to themself. He didn’t want to bother them and ruin the moment, so he left them alone and went home. But the smile stuck with him.

Eventually, he worked up the nerve to sit near them and start up a conversation. His brain stalled at the startled expression on their face, and the soft kind voice that came from them. They were very animated he realized, as expression after expression crossed their face. And then they frowned, which was actually more of a pout, when he said that they always looked angry.

“What? No! I’m not always angry. I just always have my face relaxed.” As if to make a point they relaxed their face and their usual expression fell into place. It clicked in his head then that they just had a naturally grumpy neutral expression, and laughed.

It was the start of another wonderful friendship. ~~(And their smile still made his heart skip a beat.)~~

Prompto:

He only ever saw them when he went for his run. It was almost habit. It’d been years since they’d first saw each other, and there was something of a silent respect between them. When he’d first started running, other runners would sometimes stop to help him correct his form, or the encourage him. A lot of his social skill were learned from all these bright runners, who rose and ran at the crack of dawn and evening’s twilight.

But they? They never stopped for anyone. Those who tried to help them, and those who needed help. it didn’t matter. They were so focused on themself they just didn’t have time to get to know the others. They were cold. Distant. Anti-social. And they ran like the devil was at their heels. He couldn’t help but admire them, even if he knew they’d never look his way. But the others? They worried endlessly for someone so isolated and focused. Any attempts at talking with them was often met with cool silence.

Through the years, very few facts about them had been revealed. They started running around the same time he did was one of the few he was aware of. They were fast, frighteningly so, was another. And as if to make it a point, they’d try and pass everyone at least twice on the run around the park. (And they often succeeded.)

However, one day, Prompto, in a rare fit of confidence, wanted to prove himself to this person he’d admired for so long. And so, when he heard their telltale foot steps behind him, he ran faster. And when they sped up to try and run past him again, he once again increased his pace. Soon, they were both full on sprinting around the park. When they did managed to catch up to him, pacing it just so they were running side by side, a wild grin lit up their face as they both pressed on.

At the end of their run, they turned and offered their hand to him, introducing themselves at last. As he’d get to know them, he’d find out that their attitude and demeanor wasn’t meant as a slight, but rather that they just couldn’t afford to lose focus of their footing. Revealing very poor health that doctors had said would result in them being sickly all their life, they had actually rebelled against that idea. Running was their freedom. And Prompto was very happy to learn that their personality was just as bubbly as his.

Gladiolus:

Damn, they looked like they could kill a man. (And have probably.) They were someone important around the Citadel he could tell. The way they carried themself, they had to be a Marshall, Crownsguard, or Glaive. But he could never peg them for what they were. They gave nothing away. Their face was always polished smooth, like stone. Even in the middle of battle. But there were many people like that here. Heck, he was one of them.

What made them intimidating was their allure.

Something about them drew the eye. Screamed ‘look at me’. They were dangerously charming, and without effort. More than once, he’d seen someone stop in their tracks upon meeting their gaze, or even the most practiced speaker stumbling over their words upon making eye contact. And when they spoke, people listened. And there was never room for anyone to argue, not that they wanted to.

But this polished image, he should have guessed it was wearing on them. The day he rounds a corner in the citadel, and finds someone crashing into him, he’s deeply surprised to see the look on their face. Like they were lost. And he doesn’t even bother asking if they’re okay, not because he’s tongue tied, but because he recognizes the signs of someone about to break. He guides them away from everyone, to an area where he knows no one goes.

They explain that they’re in training to be a negotiator, and they have to be flawless and perfect, and charming, and they’re actually very scared and can’t even fight and- He has to cut them off and clam them down. It was actually a large surprise that the intimidating person that he liked actually had the personality of a bunny. But it was endearing. So he’d offer his shoulder for them to lean on, and they trusted him enough to be themselves.

~~(He does, eventually, actually call them bunny to their face.)~~

Ignis:

Even though Ignis wasn’t usually one to be intimidated by anyone, this person managed it. How? They could vanish. Not really, but it seemed like it. They’d be standing next to you one second, and then gone the next. It was unnerving. Plus, they were quiet. Like a ghost almost. A lot of people thought they were kind of creepy because of it. They worked in the library, and would often be seen re-shelving books quietly and sticking to themselves generally.

It would be when he encounters them outside of the library that he finds himself more than a little take with them. They, shockingly enough, live in the same apartment building. And when a small cat makes an appearance in his own apartment via the window, he’s a bit lost at what to do. It’s small, not quiet a kitten, but not a full grown cat either.

That’s when he hears a small voice calling for a cat. He sticks his head out the window and then actually end up talking like that for a bit before they realize that it’s silly to be speaking from the windows. He scoops up the cat and takes it back to them, and that’s that. But it’s not. Because soon after, cans of ebony would somehow find their way into his things at work, and no one ever sees who it was.

And he finds the gesture very sweet of them, despite their ghostly act.

~~(He’d never admit to leaving his windows open on purpose for the small cat to clamber though just so he’d have an excuse to talk to them and thank them.)~~

The boys’ reaction to their s/o playfully braiding bits of their hair? (Since the boys tend to have fairly long hair– more or less) ovo/ (Or, just playing with their hair in general– you pick!)

Noctis:

He’d be asleep when it first happens, and not notice the many small braids until someone points it out to him after they get out of the car to all stretch their legs.

The braids would be small and precise. Almost unnoticeable until you were standing right next to him.

He’d track down his S/O and wrap his arms around them from behind, and rest his chin on their head.

They’d let him hem and haw, playfully complaining about the braids. They’d tell him to shush and say it was for falling asleep on their lap in the car. “My legs fell asleep because of you.”

He wouldn’t really mind. In fact, he’d actually be a little surprise in the amount of work the small braids must have taken.

His S/O would never admit it, but his hair was so fine and soft that wrangling the soft strands into the braids had been super difficult. (Not to mention that his hair had barely been long enough.)

They would then get back into the car and Noctis would soon be laying right back where he was. But this time, though his eyes were closed he was awake. The feeling of their hands in his hair would relax him so much, and this time he would get to enjoy the feeling.

(Though he’d despise how WAVY his hair would be when they’d take out the braids. His S/O would think it’s adorable.)

Prompto:

Like a fussy toddler, he’d not sit STILL long enough to actually finish any of the braids. So his S/O would have to settle for just playing with the strands and twisting them.

His hair would be surprisingly thick to the touch, and he wouldn’t really notice them playing with his hair. (His mind would be watching the landscape around them, or deeply invested in his thoughts.)

His S/O would be so used to having him suddenly move, that their hands become well practiced with feather light touches and pulling their hand just far enough away when he turns his head they don’t accidentally startle him by pulling his hair.

It’d be hilarious to his S/O the day they see him take a selfie, and get the most confused expression on his face when he sees the small beginning of a crown of twisted hair.

They’d make it a game then to see just how much they could alter his hair without him noticing.

He’d eventually catch them, and laugh alongside them at how he’d never noticed them playing with his hair.

Gladiolus:

This would be something he’d be used to after growing up with a younger sibling.

At the first feeling of fingers in his hair, a soft smile would cross his face when he’d look up at his S/O and indulge them.

His S/O would be one of those people that needs their hands busy in order to relax. He on the other hand, just finds the feeling of their fingers in his hair pleasantly relaxing as well. And it’d soon become habit for them at the end of their day to do this with each other.

Sometimes, if they’re on a long car ride together, the braids will also make and appearance because of boredom.

He’d be the one to leave the braids in his hair, finding that it actually keeps his hair off his face better than just styling it backwards.

~~(Perhaps this is the reason he grows his hair out.)~~

Ignis:

Imagine his surprise when one day, on the rare chance he drifts off before everyone, he wakes up with his hair in little loosely braided strands. He’s a normally light sleeper, so not waking to someone touching his hair would deeply surprise him.

He’d wonder who, but then realize that the only one closest to him is his S/O, which he’d look at fondly while they slept.

Before they awoke as well, he’d undo the braids in his hair, and manage to get the most of the waves caused by the braids under control. But even with him managing to get his hair into it’s normally style, it’s a lot fluffier than normal.

Actions have meaning with him, so the fact they took the time to place braids in his hair, even if it was just them paying with it, would mean a lot.

As a small form of ‘revenge’, he’d place the tiniest braid in their hair before they woke as well, which when they did wake, they’d leave in the rest of the day.

Story between reader and Ignis. She’s known the guys for ages and is invited to a camp gathering and becomes upset due to her years long crush on Igis and fears rejection due to his duties and lack of interaction so she leaves mid way in secret and sits on a high rock crying and having anxiety but she’s found by her crush himself.

(Righto! Second story ever using second person. :D….TBH this
ended up being a character study on…well, you the reader. Pfft. WILL ALSO BE A TWO PARTER! D: It’s been forever since I’ve been able to write guys, and I’ll hopefully have the second part done soon. I hope this is alright!)

It’d been a long time since you’d last seen them all. Since
before Insomnia fell to be exact. So, the invite was welcome when it’d come. A
night out with the boys at the camp site, just for friends to catch up. You
were going of course, being one of the unfortunately few survivors that got out
of Insomnia. Iris and Jared, along with Talcott, were also going. A few people
from Hammerhead were coming out as well.

It would be a small affair, but one that meant a lot to you.
You saw it as a signal that things would return to normal. After all, it wasn’t easy being the last
living member of your family. And everything you’d owned had been left in your
fallen city. A gathering of friends was just the change of pace you needed. A
night to forget about the problems being a refugee presented.

You’d been staying with Iris for the past few months, just
until you saved enough working in Lestallum to get your own apartment. Even
though Jared had assured you that you’d be welcome to stay with them if you’d
like, it didn’t feel right. They’d done enough when they had taken you out of
the city with them.

You were lucky.

You’d been Iris’ tutor in some of the subjects she was
struggling with in her high school classes. You had been going to the
university at the time, and welcomed the Amicitia’s offer of a part time job as
her tutor. Your mothers had been friends and that day, it had saved your life.

The attack happened during one of your sessions. Your mother
had been in the next room speaking with hers. It happened so fast, and both
your parents rose to protect their children. You, being of a lower name, had
been told to escort her away and OUT of the city. It had been hell, and you’d
had to cut through most of the chaos to reach the gates. Of course, it was
later, when you’d reached the city of lights, that you’d been informed of your
family’s passing.

Normal would be welcome.

You moved across your room and grabbed your jacket, carrying
it in your arms rather than put it on. It was too warm in the city, but you
figure that if you were going to be outside city limits until morning, you’d
better have it with you. Iris and the other had already gone ahead with
everything else you needed. You’d have gone with them, but the shop you worked part time in needed you to stay for a bit longer than usual. Not that it mattered. You
could still make it before the sun was completely down.

You left the room and descended the stairs, waving at the
hotel clerk as you left through the doors. As you headed to where you had last
parked, you greeted everyone and chatted as you went. It had become habit, and
though you found being greeted so warmly by strangers’ odd at first, it quickly
became a part of why you loved the city.

A small smile crossed your face as you reached the parking
lot and slipped on your jacket. Both hands found their way into your pocket,
one pulling out a pair of shaded goggles, the other pulling out your keys. You
couldn’t wait to see the boy’s reaction to what you had managed to buy, and then
get working.

Without further ado, you lifted your leg over the motorcycle
and took your seat. The engine started easily enough, and you gunned it out of
the lot, flying down the road faster than what any car could do. Or that’s what
it felt like anyways. You gauged the sun and then mapped out your route in your
head, speeding up.

You’d make it.

You did not make it.

Night had fallen quicker than you’d anticipated, and you
cursed your luck as you turned on your headlight. It was bright enough to light
your way, and you were certain your bike was quick enough to avoid any major
trouble. But it still made your heart beat a little faster with worry. You’d
taken off your sunglasses and returned them to your pocket so you could see a
bit better, but it was still too dark to see much beyond the headlight. You
could see the lights from the camp site ahead of you though, so you relaxed a
bit.

And thankfully the Astrals must have been smiling at you,
because you got the rest of the way unharmed. As soon as the engine was cut,
you quickly hopped up into the haven and dusted off your jacket. However, right
as you were about to greet everyone, you found yourself wrapped in a pair of
arms and tightly squeezed.

“You’re late!!” Iris squeaked, lifting you off the ground. An
Amicitia through and through, the girl had more than enough muscle to manage
that and squeeze the life out of you while she did it.

You wheezed and lightly kicked your feet. “S-sorry! Sun went
down quicker than I thought it would!”

Your arms found hers and you tried to pry her off once she
set you down. But it was hopeless as Talcott rushed the other side of you and
wrapped his around you as well, excitedly babbling about his day. Normal for a
boy his age, and hearing him set you at ease. Though you didn’t want to admit
it, you all were very attached to each other. Having lived together for the
past few month, and being survivors of the mess in Insomnia, had made you all
closer than friends. Family would have been the word to describe your
relationships with them, if the word didn’t hurt so much to think about.

“We called the hotel and they said you had left two hours
ago. We thought…” He said, a slight waver in his voice calling you back to the
present.

You sighed heavily and draped your arm over him, “I’m
alright. I would have called to let you know where I was, but didn’t dare to
once the sun went down.”

Iris squeezed you tighter for a second and then let go.
Talcott on the other hand held on. But you didn’t mind. Instead you walked
beside him as he led you to Jared, who subtly fussed over you as well. At least
he trusted your skills enough to get there unscathed. It was only after all
three had ensured you were unharmed that you could go and join the small
gathering at the campfire.

Instead of saying hi, you just plopped down in an open spot
and grinned at everyone. You had taken Iris’ spot, which no one noticed until
Iris made Gladiolus scoot over. It was only then that everyone’s eyes slowly
slid over to you and you smiled.

“Long time no see fellas.”

“Holy shit you made it.” Noctis said.

Prompto responded by lightly smacking him in the back of the
head. “At least say hi first Noct!”

“I did!”

The two proceeded to bicker back and forth, forgetting you
were there for a moment. Which was fine. Sunshine and the prince always were
easily distracted. You were used to waiting for their attention. However, you
weren’t expecting the voice that spoke next to affect you so much.

“What he meant was, it’s great to see you again.” Ignis
said, softly smiling.

You grinned and tried to brush off the sudden feeling of
breathlessness. “Likewise.”

You’d assumed that after the trauma of Insomnia, and the
ordeals you’d been through since then, that the feelings you’d held for Ignis
would have dissipated. Most other childish notions had. You were an adult in
full now, and adults didn’t get crushes. Or so you told yourself. But clearly,
by just your reaction to hearing his voice, you still liked him.

You cleared your throat after an almost unnoticeable pause
and looked across to Glaido and his sister. “I thought there were others supposed to be here?”

The shield nodded and said, “There were. But they couldn’t
make it this time. Maybe next time when we all get together.”

“And next time, we’re all staying in the hotel!” Prompto
called before getting distracted again.

You looked over to him and blinked in surprise, as he and Noctis were
busy grappling back and forth where they were seated. They were doing their
best to annoy each other by pushing and jabbing the other when they weren’t
expecting it. It was mildly entertaining seeing the two. Prompto managed to get
Noctis moving, while at the same time the prince managed to get the flighty
blond to calm down…Well, calm down as in stay in one place.

“They…always at each other like that?” you said with a
chuckle.

Ignis chuckled as well, noticing what was going on, “Unfortunately.
It gets old after a while.”

“I can imagine. God, the car rides must be terrible.” You
teased, loud enough to get the other’s attention.

“We -ow- We’re not that bad.” Noctis grumbled, trying to
protect the side of his ribs where Prompto had just jabbed.

Ignis looked at you with a raised eyebrow, as if asking ‘See what I put up with?’

And you laughed.

Somewhere in the heart of you, you knew it hadn’t been a
crush at all. It had been a seed and somewhere along the line, it had bloomed
into love. But if you still called it a crush, you’d hoped the feelings would
fall away. Or at least make it easy to suppress. Because unfortunately, just
the feeling of your returning crush was enough to tip you backwards into the
past. It made you nostalgic. Just hearing his voice took you back to Insomnia.
To memories you simultaneously treasured and wanted to forget. There was a knot
in your throat that you barely managed to swallow down, and you yawned to cover
up the burning you felt in your eyes.

You still had not dealt with your grief. You didn’t know how
to.

Gladio whistled lowly at what Iris had said and caught your
attention, pulling you out of your thoughts before you wound up crying in front
of everyone thankfully. Iris was talking about what life had been like, and
what you had been up to in Lestallum. Hearing your current life grounded you
back in the present. You let her speak for you, not fully trusting your voice yet,
only correcting small details when you had to.

“-sometimes when she’s getting back from a hunt, she’d so
banged up we don’t let her near her bike for a week!” Iris finished, and you
gave an embarrassed laugh, finally joining back in the conversation.

“That’s only happened twice.” You countered, trying to keep
your face from turning red.

“And counting.” Talcott added with an innocent smile.

“Hey!”

“Bike?” Prompto frowned, cutting in. “Bike as in…?”

You coughed and turned away, not meeting anyone’s gaze as
you replied. “Motorcycle.”

“Aren’t those kind of…” Prompto said with a concerned look
on his face, “…dangerous?”

“It got me here didn’t it? And what isn’t dangerous these
days?” You laughed it off, playing it as a joke, and everyone, thankfully, let
it slide, returning to brighter topics.

You knew the risks of riding a motorcycle. Considered dangerous
for their lack of protection in the case that their riders should wreck. (You’d
experienced that first hand plenty of times while learning.) Also, the high
speeds one could attain on one was also many peoples concern. And that was inside
a brightly lit city. Outside the city? Easy pickings for a Daemon. What you’d
run into a lot of was people worried for your health, both mental and physical,
for choosing to ride your bike. But the speed was worth it. You could drive
from Galdin Quay to Lestallum in half the time it’d take a car.

Plus, what was a little danger these days? Just by being a refugee from Insomnia you were always in a bit of danger.

You didn’t try jumping back into the conversation after that, becoming
muted once more. You simply sat back and enjoyed being with the others again. And the didn’t seem to notice. So you considered everything alright.
(But you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was staring at you. And if you
had happened to look to your left, you’d have seen a pair of green eyes
watching you.)

Hi! Can i ask for a oneshot in which Gladio has to stay away for really long time because of work and is scared that his s/o might fall out of love with him or cheat on him. Plus he doesn’t really have time to reply to his s/o, even if they do send texts to him. A little bit of angst I suppose? His s/o wants to be sure he still loves them because he almost never texts or call them, because they DO love him? I hope this is clear ;;

((Tis clear enough my dear! Sort of went with a perspective shift and left the ending ambiguous.))

-Gladio-

He glared at the pages of the book when the lines go out of
focus for the fifth time that morning. This was starting to get on his nerves. With
a huff, he closes it and sets it beside him, leaning forward in his seat to
rest his head against the chair in front of him. He’d like to distract himself
from the long car ride with a book, but no. Instead his mind returns to the
phone in his pocket.

It was on silent, but he knew that by the time they stopped
for the night, there might be a text waiting for him to read. Maybe more if
they had a particularly exciting day. Or, even worse, there would be nothing. ‘They’
referring to the one he had been parted from by his responsibility.

They were a hunter they’d encountered at the Prairie Outpost,
and one that he’d ended up falling for. They’d first met when they volunteered
to take them to Cor at the ancient tomb after Insomnia fell. From there, Cor
suggested they could use an extra hand for the trip down into the second tomb
and then to Lestallum, and they’d agreed to go with them. Upon arriving, they’d
stayed when he’d invited them to, taking the four on hunts and showing them the
ins and outs of the trade upon realizing they had little idea of how to track
the creatures they’d be fighting.

Travelling together had worked for a time. And as time
passed, his feelings of comradery had taken a step toward attraction. Which was
mutual he soon discovered. And before they both had known it, three months had
passed with them fighting side by side. But their nature was capricious, and
they were used to going where the wind took them. (One of the things he loved
about them really.) So expecting them to stay with the group had been a foolish
expectation. That they had stayed for as long as they had was a miracle in
itself.

They’d left with only a note for him in their wake and an
apology text later that day.

And now? He was frustrated. Being on the road and watching
all their back’s didn’t really leave much time for him to take care of anything
else really. Even when he read, he was well aware of his surroundings.
Something he knew he wouldn’t be able to do if he was texting them. Because he
was worried about them. Truly. Working so closely with them had allowed him to
see their weaknesses, their gaps in their defense. Though he’d try to work on
those weaknesses with them, there was still a fear buzzing around in the back
of his mind that they’d slip up. And it’d be their tags he’d be forced to find
one day. His thought’s would revolve around them instead of keeping the prince
safe.

But lately, it was bordering on the
fourth month after their departure, he worried of another thing all together.
They’d used to text him almost every hour if they could. A status update he’d
appreciated at the time. He’d leave it on read until they stopped for the night
and he could message them his own update. And they’d make time to call one
another at least once a week. However, they soon found out neither really had
the time, or the energy really, to keep up with one another so far apart. He
was always on the move and needed his rest. And with them being on their own,
they’d always needed to keep an eye on their own back to make sure they were
safe. There was no time for talking with one another.

But they’d at least text him
something every day. Or they used to. It was getting less and less frequent
now. Which brought him back to why he was distracted. The lack of contact. Did
it mean anything? Were they finally at the end of their relationship? Did they
even still think of him as he thought of them? He was too scared to ask. Not
only that, but he couldn’t figure out how to start the conversation in the
first place.

“We’re here.”

His head snapped up at Ignis’
voice, and he mentally cursed himself when he saw that the car was parked and
the others were already climbing out. Distracted. Exactly what he was afraid of
being when he thought about them. He pushed his hand through his hair as he got
out of the car, reorienting his thoughts for the coming hunt.

“Right…So what’re we after again?”
Prompto asked, yawning away the last dregs of sleep.

“Something big and ugly if I
recall.” Ignis said. His voice was deadpan as he began walking to where the
entrance to the Malmalam Thicket would be. “Come along then. The sooner this is
done the sooner we can get back to civilization.”

He said that last part as
motivation for the Prince to catch up with them. Something that made Gladio
snort and finally bring him fully back to the present. When they’re actually in
the thicket, his phone goes off. One glance at the screen tells him it’s them,
and he’s forced to press ignore even though them calling was rare. He missed
their voice. So to himself he promised he’d call them back once this is over. He
then turns off his phone so he wouldn’t be tempted to answer if they called
again.

On the other line, they brought
the phone down from their ear, and brush away the tears in their eyes quietly
when their call suddenly gets sent to voicemail. How they wished he’d answered.
They hung up on the call before leaving a message, and then leaned back against
the tree they sat against. Honestly, at that moment, they felt alone. Too
alone.

They knew that they’d been distant
lately. But they’d been working. Living from hunt to hunt wasn’t easy, no. But
lately, it was more of an honor thing among them all to take on more work.
Especially the higher ranks. Daemon specific hunts were getting more and more
common. High risk, low reward. But…none of them could turn their backs on those
hunts. Especially not Slayers and up.

Anyone who was a lower than rank 5
wasn’t allowed to go after daemons, which took away most of their numbers. Most
hunters, truthfully, only did hunts to supplement their income with their
earnings, having other jobs to fall back on. They made up the majority and most
of them were all lower ranks. Not like the others.

The others, like them, were often
people who wandered from place to place, living off successful hunts and going
hungry the nights they weren’t. They were often in the higher ranks, just from
the sheer amount of work they undertook. And they all were trying to stem the
daemons as much as they could. But the nights were getting longer and the
higher ranks were losing their lives at such a high rate, they would soon be
forced to revise who was allowed to go on hunts, and maybe even implement regulation
for the hunters to hunt in a group. It was that dangerous these days.

And this time they may have bitten
off more than they could chew themself.

With a groan they shifted into a
better position at the base of the tree, a large gash on their lower back
making moving difficult. They were cold, and they were tired. But…They owed it
to him to at least leave a message. Even…even if he didn’t feel for them what
they felt for him.

They hit the redial button on
their phone, and waited. They tried not to feel too hurt by the fact their call
went straight to voicemail this time, and waited for the recording to start.

“…” For the first few moments,
they could think of nothing to stay, and their sleepiness was catching up to
them. So they went with simple.

“Gladio. Hey,” They began, “So…I
miss you first off. And I know I’ve been busy…”

Into their message they explained
that they missed him, that they were unsure about what he felt. They questioned
if he saw them as a fling or not, stating that they didn’t. They had seen a
future with him, maybe not in great detail, but it was impossible to picture a
future without him. But they said it didn’t matter now. They explained their
recent absence from their texts. They explained the situation with the hunters.
And they explained their injury. They had to end the call after that, not
wanting to risk calling more attention to themself. It was, after all, the
middle of the night.

“…And…If you find my tags…Just know that I
love you.”

May I please request headcanons of chocobros reacting when they find out there s/o is super smart (like zero effort, no studying, and they still ace tests with flying colors) and there s/o is super indifferent about it because of a tough upbringing by there parents to be “perfect”? Please and Thank you so very much.

Ended up being kind of meh. ._. I really have trouble with headcanons I think. Anyhow, set during the boy’s highschool days.

Noctis:

Perhaps he should have studied he’d think when seeing his grades. Ignis would not be pleased, and when his father heard about this, Ignis would make sure that he would, he just knew he was in for a lecture. He took comfort in the fact that his S/O didn’t study for any of this as well, and probably had the same…Wait, those were DEFINITELY NOT the same grades.

He’d grab the paper in their hand and scan it again, just to be sure that he wasn’t seeing things. Holy SIX how did they manage their grade point average when they didn’t do anything just like him? He’d ask them what was with their grades and they’d just shrug, a blank expression on their face.

He’d keep pestering them about it, because he’s a little on the panicky side about his own grades. They’d eventually admit that they’d assumed that he was in the same boat as them. He’d ask what that was and they’d just say pressure. Eventually, they’d finally give in to his questions.

“Honestly, that ‘B’ would have gotten me grounded as a child.” They’d start, and he’d fall silent as they described how they had been forced into a mold by their parents. They’d describe how they grew up needing to succeed, and were still terrified of failing. He’d comfort them as best as he could, but they’d act distant about it.

“It’s fine Noct, it’s in the past.”

He’d let it go then, and wouldn’t push. And suddenly he’d see the coming lecture in a different light and take his own grade more seriously.

Prompto:

Discipline is his middle name. Once he sets his mind to something, he’d achieve his goals through hard work and determination! But it was seriously starting to get to him to have his S/O literally NAPPING while he studied, and still get better grades than him.

So he asks their secret one day, and they, oddly enough, just smile and say, “A gift from my parents really.”

He wouldn’t get what they meant until one day he’d be passing by a classroom with them and their parents meeting with the teachers about a low B they had gotten. There were no raised voices, or even anger really. But just…resounding disappointment from their parent’s voices, and he could almost hear how defeated his S/O was when his parents asked the teacher to assign them extra work to offset the B.

From then on, he endeavors to get better grades, and then better grades than his S/O so he could help them with their homework. He understands that while they don’t really care about their grades, they don’t want to disappoint their parents. And that their motivation to do anything to do with school had shut down as a result of the stress.

Gladio;

He’d wonder why they were stressing so much about the test tomorrow. Like to the point where they, one of the most active people he knows, was sitting motionless on his couch. They always got EXCEPTIONAL grades. Like, Ignis would be jealous(And was sometimes). He was bumbling about the rest of the house, trying to figure out just how to get them back to normal somewhat, but nothing would work. He’d finally just flat out ask them what was wrong.

They’d say something about being scared of failing the test. And he’d be so confused, and just remind them as best he could that they had the BEST grades in their class, academically speaking. (He wasn’t always so good with people.) They’d agree with him, but you could tell they wouldn’t mean it.

It wouldn’t be until after their test, when they met their parents after school and handed them their 98% grade, an upper A by all means, and their parents asked why they hadn’t gotten a 100%, that he’d understand their stress. He’d be so freaking lost and basically make it a habit to kidnap them the day after tests to help them destress, comfort them, and remind them just HOW SMART they were.

Ignis:

Ignis would be the same way actually. He’d be one of those weird people, who’d just look at a paper, or equations, or reading passages, and just remember them. Due to his upbringing, he’d had to learn just how to be one of these people. So honestly, he’d be the most understanding of his S/O’s position.

Like, they both would be really low key about it too. He’d just one day notice that, hey, neither of us study. And we have to fight for the top spot in the class anyways. So, somehow, he decides to turn this into a game, to take the edge off of the stress and anxiety they both feel about their grades.

Whoever’s top of the class this month get’s a prize. And the prizes would range from silly to sweet things, or small to large things. A kiss from the loser to the winner. Maybe a date night planned by the loser. Maybe they’d have to cook dinner for a week for the winner as another prize. And it would work. They’d both still not study, but it’d be nice to have some fun when the test would come around, giving them both that extra push they’d need to recall more and improve their grade to their best they’ve ever been.

Now imagine their surprise when they’re both names top student one because they both got top marks.