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Do you lack inspiration or are you just lazy? We’ve been waiting for days for you to update.

…I don’t know whether I should be flattered that y’all are waiting for me to update, or slightly upset that y’all don’t think I have a life outside of tumblr. Anyways, I am writing when time permits, which hasn’t been a lot lately. So thank you for being so patient, but please remember that when I see nonsense like this it just makes me not want to write.

Hello, I love your blog and writing and I was wondering if I could request some headcannons? I’ve been sick for the past few days, so I was wondering how would the guys act/react around a s/o with a nasty cold (sore throat and coarse voice, headache, runny nose, sore muscles and over-sensitive skin (not in the pleasant way)..)? Could use some chocobro fluff right now! :( Thanks a lot and sorry for my shity English!

Noctis:

He will not know how to handle the situation, but bless his heart, he’d damn well try. It’d scare him to see his S/O in such a state, as people are rarely ever sick near him. But once his was reassured that it was just a bad cold, he’d want to help.

At first he’d be on his phone looking up advice and tips on how to care for a person, but then he wouldn’t be sure what will work and what won’t. In the end he’d end up calling Ignis for advice and tips. (Ends up being a How to care for a sick person 101 over the phone.)

Once that’s over, he’d ask what kind of teas they like, what kind of soups, and if they had any allergies to any meds. (Low-key, he’d be quoting Ignis directly.) Upon hearing their answer, he’d probably ask Ignis to bring some by their place, as he wouldn’t want to leave them alone.

Following that, he’d set up camp on their bed next to them, minding their space so he wouldn’t make things harder for them. He’d try to make sure they were comfortable and had enough blankets. 

He’d probably turn on something for background noise and honestly be there just as company until Ignis comes with the meds. And once Ignis does, Noctis probably shoos him away because he’d want to take care of them on his own. 

He’d get most things right. The soups is easy enough, so is the tea. But he’d worry about getting the meds right and reading through the side effects would stress him out BIG TIME. The S/O would probably have sit up and before he could protest just take the damn medicine. Because he’d be worrying about making them worse. 

After that little hiccup, he’d just stick around, and watch movies with them, hoping they would be comfortable enough to drift asleep. (Because, he’d at least know that only time would truly cure them.)

Prompto:

He is very good at taking care of people, and mildly enjoys doing so. He never had someone look after him when sick, so he’s not going to let his S/O suffer through it alone. 

The moment he’s aware they’re sick he’d go get supplies. Throat sprays, throat teas, pain relievers, fever reducers, soft foods, comfort foods, movies, games, music, if it’s got some value to make someone feel better he’s bringing it with him.

If his s/o tried chasing him off at the door, he’s going to stick to them like a bur. But gently. He’s going to take advantage of how sensitive they are to guide them back to bed so he can take care of them. Also bundle them up to keep them warm if they have the chills, or make sure they have a cold compress if they’re overly warm.

He’d make sure they drink lots of fluids, and kind of be a little pushy about it, but only because he’d have their best interest at heart. If they were hungry he’d ask what they wanted. Soups were probably the easiest, but he’d also have brought pudding and jello and stew. 

After that’s all taken care of, he’d lay with them, making sure not to move and letting them get comfortable. After that, he’d softly run his hand through their hair until they fall asleep. More than anything else, he’d just want them to feel better.

Ignis:

Like Prompto, he’s good at taking care of sick people…in theory. Noctis was never sick very often, and if he was it was only a small cold. Nothing as bad as his s/o at the moment. He’d be worried, but keep a calm head and try and remember everything he knew. 

He’d probably end up looking up some remedies online as well, but mostly trust his own knowledge. He’d swing by their place and make sure they had everything they needed to get better.

He’d stay with them, but mind the distance between them. He wouldn’t want to cause them any unnecessary discomfort. 

If they needed their temperature adjusted, he’d do the best he could. He’d fetch cold wash clothes, or more blankets, or maybe even run them a hot bath if they were cold, and have a blanket heated in the dryer waiting for them when they got out. 

He’s probably going to stay the night, to watch over them and make sure they didn’t get worse. However, he’d probably not sleep in the same bed. He wouldn’t want them to become too warm during the night because someone was sleeping next to them.

Gladio:

He’d half-way know what to do, but have no real experience with someone being sick.

He’s the kind of person who would just power through the cold, no matter what. Iris wasn’t sick very often, if ever, and if she was their father would be the one taking care of her. One of the very few things the shield indulged in was taking a day off if his kids were sick. 

So he has little to no experience in taking care of someone sick. But, heck, he’d be willing to try. He’d text them and ask how they’re feeling and just what their symptoms were in a round about away, to match them to whatever medicine would work best for them. 

It’d be a surprise when he shows up with the medicine and kind of shoe horns his way into their home. He has soup, snacks, books and a bag of clothes. He’s basically decided to settle in until they’re better. (Which they’d worry about him catching it, but he’d tell them not to worry.)

He’d heat the soup on the stove, because he at least knows how to do that, and they’d both end up camping in the living room and watching the TV for a bit. But then his S/O would probably want to sleep. So he’d switch the TV to a music station, and surprise them by reading out loud to them. 

He’d eventually trail off when he’d find them asleep, and keep them close. The heat coming off them would worry him, but he’d still persist. Though if it got too uncomfortable, he’d be willing to move away. (However, he’d still hold their hand. He just wants them to know that he’s there.) 

And if it was Gladio’s s/o that proposed to him instead of the contrary?~ sweet and fluffy, please?~

The day had started like any other. Both got up at different times, got ready, and went to work. They were normally the first awake, due to working with the marshal. He was known to keep odd hours, which meant up before the sun and working through out the day on most things. Being his lead intelligence officer required them to keep the same hours. Which wasn’t all bad. They were always on top of their work, got a longer lunch hour, and were near their beloved at all times.

Gladio on the other hand could take his time getting to the citadel. Noctis never woke up early if he could help it, despite Ignis’ best attempts. Which gave him enough time to sleep in a bit, go for a run, and then get ready for the day. He didn’t have a schedule like his dearest did. More like he was on call in case Noct wanted to go somewhere. But while he was in the citadel? Noctis was as safe as could be which gave him time to wander about and maybe even catch a few moments with his other. 

It was a simple life. There was no push or pull from either of them for things to change. (Though a small part of him hoped that one day, maybe they’d honor him by taking his last name.)

While he was walking by one of the training rooms, he could hear a voice he recognized. Quietly, so not to distract the combatants, he slipped into the room. He wasn’t the only one here too, and he could see why. His dearest was amazing, flowing through blocks and attacks effortlessly. Cor wasn’t so bad either.

He watched them move forward, refusing to step backwards no matter how hard Cor pushed them. Their breath was heaving as they moved, and their collar and tie slightly undone so their movement wasn’t as restricted. And though they would say that they didn’t look their best, he found them dazzling…

Right until Cor managed to slip past their defense and knock them across the room with the back of his blade.

With a loud thud and a grunt from them, they hit the wall and slid to the floor. He frowned but didn’t rush to them. Though he really really wanted to. (As in every fiber of his being was yelling at him to check if they were hurt.) But if he did, he knew they wouldn’t appreciate it. He could practically hear them scolding him in their head.

They huffed and lightly hit their head against the wall at their back. “This round goes to you, Marshal.”

“Alright. I trust you’ll follow through? “He raised an eyebrow, and if Gladio didn’t know better he looked…pleased. 

They got to their feet, having caught their breath and straightened out their clothes before replying. “Of course.”

“Good.” With that, the gathered crowd cleared the way to the door as the Marshal walked toward it. He caught Gladio’s eye and nodded in acknowledgement, “Gladio.” 

He nodded back to him, and then the Marshal was gone. He had to be imagining things, Gladio thought to himself. But he could have sworn that Cor’s eyes had lit up a little upon seeing him. (Should he be worried? He felt like something was going on and just couldn’t put his finger on it.)

It was only after he had put it out of mind and over heard some of the guard talking about an agreement that his sweetheart had made with the marshal. For the sparring match he assumed. He finally walked over to them as they tried to stretch their shoulder muscles and the knots that must have been forming after their bout.

“Hey.” He smiled and when they heard him they turned and beamed at him.

“Hey there.” But then the smile slipped into a frown, “Oh…did you see all that?” 

“I saw only the last few moments. You looked good babe.” He guided them to face away from him and carefully began to massage the part of their shoulders they had been trying to relax.

They sighed with relief and closed their eyes, leaning into his touch. “I don’t agree, but thank you. …Damn, I’m going to be feeling this all week.”

Gladio laughed. “I’ll bet you will. Sparing with the marshal’s no joke. Can I ask how you got him to? He rarely does these days.”

They smiled, and he felt his heart flutter. (Which he’d deny to the end of his days that their smile still did that to him.) 

“It was just my luck honestly. I caught him in a good mood.” They turned around, and before he could ask any more questions, reached up their hands to his neck to guide him down into a kiss. That made him forget his curiosity, and softly relax into the kiss. 

When they pulled away he opened his eyes and couldn’t get over that they had kissed him. In public. They were never one for public displays, and he wondered if this meant they would be okay if he kissed them in public. All the time. Because he had always wanted to. 

“So, it’s my lunch hour now. Care to join me?” 

“Y-yeah. I mean yes.” He huffed with laughter and really hoped that no one could see how stupidly happy they made him. 

They led the way out of the room, ignoring some of the hoots and whistles from the few trainees that were left. While they opened the door, Gladio turned around and glared at those who were making the noises. Like hell he was going to let them make his sweetheart nervous over that kiss. Especially since her really wanted them to be comfortable in public with him. 

But then they left the room and walked toward their office, presumable to pick up their belongings to go home for lunch. However, they surprised him when they entered their office and then gestured to the couch they had inside. 

“Sit. I packed lunch today because I figured we could just hide out in here for awhile instead of taking the time to go to a restaurant.” 

“I’m fine with that. Just gives us more time to eat.” Gladio flopped into the couch cushions and watched them as they went over to the small kitchen area and began to dig around. upon seeing what they brought out, he snorted.

“Cup noodles? I thought you hated those things.” 

“I don’t hate them, I just think they’re not very healthy.” They threw a frown over their shoulder as they set water onto boil, “And after that fight I deserve to be a bit unhealthy. I got all my training in for the week.”

“I hope you don’t mean that,” He smirked from his place on the couch, “We have a training session together later.” 

They froze for a moment and then groaned. “Shit.”

He laughed quietly and then his expression softened. “But if you really don’t feel up to it, we can skip for this week.”

They sighed and then gave him a smile over their shoulder again. “Like I would miss it.”

After that they both fell into silence. They were so focused on the task at hand, not wanting to burn themselves with the water, that they didn’t notice Gladio watching them. He enjoyed seeming them lost in their head. Which clearly they were. Cup noodles, though good, didn’t require much thought or that much hovering. So the fact that they were standing there meant they had something on their mind. And he could wait to see if they would share. If they didn’t? That was fine too.

Eventually, they wandered back to the couch to let the noodles soak up the water. They flopped down beside Gladio and rested their head against his shoulder. He in turn shifted to put his arm around the back of them. They closed their eyes, just enjoying the closeness, and Gladio couldn’t help but press a kiss to their forehead. A small smile crept across their face and they gave a hum of appreciation. 

But then they broke the silence, “And to think in a few hours we’ll be kicking each other’s asses.”

“Babe, we were having a moment.” He couldn’t help the small laugh that followed.

“Our noodles will get soggy if I let the moment go on too long.” They snickered as they stood. They then strode over to where they had left the noodles and carried one in each hand back to the couch. the pair then got to eating and passed the time by comparing their days and letting the other know where they’d be before their training session. 

Before long, they heard a knock at the door.

They straightened themself up as best they could and then called, “Come in.”

The door swung open and there, once again, was Cor. “Officer.”

“Marshal.” They stood and walked over, “Trouble?”

“Yeah. Of the outer agents kind.” Cor pointedly looked past them at Gladio.

“Ah. A moment then.” They looked over their shoulder. “Glads?”

“Go ahead, I’ll clean up in here before I leave.” He smiled at them and waved.

They flashed a thankful smile at him and then followed the Marshal out the door.

~

He didn’t get to see them again until later in the afternoon. He was already in the training room, considering that Noctis was before his dearest. He’d already sent Noctis on his way, though he had a feeling that him an Prompto were lurking nearby, and maybe even Ignis if he had the time. The three of them could not believe that he was in a relationship, especially with them.

Speaking of them…

“Glads, sorry I’m a little late.” They were smiling, but it didn’t quite reach their eyes. Instead there was a nervousness there. Why? Heck if he knew. 

“It’s fine, I figured whatever had the Marshal pulling you off our break was pretty serious.” He smiled as they reached him and pushed part of their bangs out of their eyes. 

Their smile was a little more genuine after that, and they relaxed. But then they smiled, undoing their tie and collar once more. “Ready to begin?”

“You know it. Should we run through some drills, or would you rather just spar?” Gladio asked, likewise removing his coat. He took their tie and bundled it in his jacket before sliding it across the floor to the wall. 

“Just sparring today. I’m out of practice the Marshal said.” They grimace and shrugged.

“Alright. Get ready then.” 

Unlike most training sessions, the pair used live steel. So any injuries would be real. They both had talked it over when they had started training together, and chose this method purely for the lessons it would teach. They’d also had set guidelines and rules that they followed to keep each other as safe as possible with this. Gladio, though it hurt him to harm them, made peace with the idea by remembering that they would learn from it. 

They stepped back from one another and brought out their weapons. Somewhere off to the side, they both heard a startled squeak.

“They’re going to KILL each other.” The voice was soon silenced by a stern, “SSSHH.” 

They blinked at each other, and had to both keep themselves from laughing. The Prince and his friend. But then they refocused, and dropped into the fight. Both were sizing one another up, as usual. Gladio always attacked first, but this time they didn’t give him a chance to fully take them in. They stepped forward and swung at his right side with their left. It was their weaker side, but it would also take him off guard.

His eyes widened and he blocked with his sword before trying to step forward and into their space to use the pommel to strike their ribs. But they quickly stepped out of reach to his left, and thrust forward. He blocked once more, and started to pick up that they were trying to get him on the defensive. Which caused them to lower their defense a bit more than normal.

With that knowledge, he grinned and began to push back. 

They clashed over and over, moving through out the room. Gladio knew that if he could get one good hit on them it’d be over. But their speed made that extremely difficult. But not impossible. However, both parties had already collected a number of scratches and bruises to the cheers and yells of the two watching. (And if they concentrated on the conversation, they would have caught some rather hilarious commentary from Ignis about their match.) It had been an hour almost since they started, and they both were breathing hard. And so they decided they had to end it. 

Then they surprised him by locking their swords together, and using them as leverage to headbutt him. He blindly retaliated, using the pain to fuel a kick to their stomach and send them flying into the wall. But this time, they managed to land with their feet on the wall and push off back toward him. 

They were moving too fast and his eyes were still teary from the headbutt. It would have been a killing strike, had they not reversed their grip and used the haft of their sword. The blow was enough to knock the wind out of him, as it hit the center of his chest. From there, their momentum threw him off balance and he tipped backwards. The back of his head hit the ground and he was dazed…

right until he felt the blade pressing against his neck.

“…Well damn. I submit.” He huffed in amusement, but then groaned in pain. 

They flopped forward on top of him, just trying to catch their breath. “…You certainly…know….how to keep someone on guard.”

“Sort of my job.” He mumbled. They lay their wallowing in the pain that came after such an intense session, but then both got back to their feet.

“…Infirmary?” They asked, eyeing his swelling nose and they way he held his chest.

“Only if you’re going too dear.” He laughed and they shook their head. 

“I didn’t get my ass handed to me just now.” They replied with a raised eyebrow.

“Hey now, I gave as good as I got.”

“I’m not the one who looked like they got jumped.” 

“You’re in denial dear.”

“Call me dear one more time, DOLL.”

“Owch babe.”

From the direction of the door they heard one of the boys call out, “Just get married already!” 

To Gladio’s shock, they called back, “Fine!”

“What?”

“Gladio, will you marry me?”

“Uh….” He couldn’t think of a more eloquent response. But then he figured they were joking and grinned. “Sure why not? And you two punks aren’t invited!”

“GLADIO NOOOO.” They heard a whine.

“Prom, lets get out of here now.” The prince was laughing, and they heard THREE sets of footsteps leave.

They both chuckled and went to retrieve their things. But there, they fell into a loaded silence. He wanted to ask them what that was about, but didn’t dare. If they had only been joking, he’d be crushed, but they’d still be dating and maybe it would be a reality one day. But if he brought it up would that seem like he was taking things too fast? Would they be? He’d like to think that they would be married one day…

“Eos to Gladio?” They called, and snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Oh, yeah?” He turned toward them and froze when they took his hands in theirs slowly.

“I was actually serious.” 

He blinked. And then he blinked again. Then heat rushed to his face as he looked them in the eye. “Uh…w-what do you mean.”

“I’d been trying to ask you ever since this morning with Cor… Which, by the way, we should thank him somewhere down the line.”

“Why?” His voice was soft, but he didn’t break eye contact. 

“Well…we sort of got to speaking, because he’d heard about our relationship I guess. And wanted to know how long we’d been going out.” They squeezed his hands. 

Honestly, he wasn’t really sure this was happening. Maybe he had read WAY too many romances lately and this was a dream. But he really really hoped it wasn’t. “And?”

“He brought up if I wanted to marry you.” They brought up one of his hands to their mouth to kiss his knuckles, and lowered it once more.

“What did you say?” His heart was beating in his ears, making everything seem distant.

“That I do.” 

He surged forward and kissed them, trying press into them just how much he loved them. And when they needed to pull apart to breath, he started peppering kisses all over their face. They in turn just held him close. 

“I love you, you know.” He said, his lips still pressed to their forehead. 

“I love you too.” They said. They they pulled away, a small smile on their face. “So will you? You never gave an actual answer.”

They’d hardly finished speaking before he almost shouted, “Yes.”

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. 

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?