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.

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.)

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.

Reaction/scenario with Ignis and his long time s/o when they find out that she’ll likely fall into a sort of coma soon enough that could last anywhere from weeks or months to tens of years. Maybe she tells him to go on with his life or something

owwwww

They’d know it was coming. Since they were children they knew. They were ill, and were not expected to recover.

He’d always wondered what the illness was as a child, as they’d sometimes disappear for weeks on end, and what the long term effects would be. But it wouldn’t be until they were teenagers that he’d find out.

They’d collapsed one day while with him, and wouldn’t wake. And it wouldn’t be until a month later, after one of his visits to their hospital room, that their parents had taken pity on him and told him what they suffered from.

It’s common name was just Sleep. In the old days, it had been something that could be inflicted on a person. They’d be powerless to stop it, and would’t wake without outside help. It was rare these days though, and the remedy(ha) to it had been lost to time. They’d been afflicted with it, and the times it took them to wake were getting longer and longer.

So when they were adult, and he’d been through two more of their sleep attacks, they both knew that the next time…They might not wake again.

Though, year later, there were enough cases of it to have developed tests to tell when they would fall into another sleep attack. And to both of their dismay, it was soon. And it’d be longer than any before it.

They’d pretend everything was normal at first. Go on with their lives, ignore the elephant in the room. But then…as the date drew nearer and near they’d be unable to pretend anymore.

“Ignis…I want you to go on without me.” They’d say out of the blue one day. They’d be sitting with each other in silence, enjoying their time together. But they wouldn’t be able to hide from the truth any longer. “Just…forget the sleeping person in the hospital room, and just live your life.”

Ignis would put down what he was doing, and look them dead in the eye. It’d be such an intense stare they’d look away, unable to hold his gaze for long.

“No. And don’t ever say something like that again.” He’d begin. “I’ve waited for you every time you’ve slept since we’ve met. And I’ll keep waiting. Don’t ask me to just leave you behind because we’re unsure…Because we know what’s coming this time.” He’d take their hand in his and just squeeze, as if afraid they’d disappear. And in a way they were. “I care about you too much to just ‘move on’ so don’t ask again. Please.”

By the end his voice would have thickened with emotion, revealing the very real fact that he was just as scared as them. And they’d end up shedding a few tears themself ask they argued their point. “There’s no guarantee that I’ll wake this time. And just the thought of you, left in stasis waiting…It hurts. I don’t want you to stop living your life for me. I’m begging you. Please be happy.”

It’s be a back and forth debate, one that Ignis would ultimately win. Because like hell he was just going to leave them in his past. There was no happiness without them. For the rest of that night they’d just hold each other, waiting for the sun to come up.

And during the week their sleep was supposed to take them, neither of the pair slept really. They’d spend every moment with each other, as if frantic to make memories to keep them company while they were separated.

And one day, when they’d fallen asleep together on their bed, he awakes. But they don’t. After having a moment of bitter sadness to himself, he’d call the caretakers from the hospital, and go with them on the transport as they were moved into the hospital’s care.

And he’d wait. He’d wait and wait. They’d be safely a sleep, and he’d go through out his life, frequently checking on them. And even though it takes years, he waits for them to wake again. It would be the longest 5 years of his life.

Request please? What would happen if the reader really loves Prompto, but she gets depressed and sad when he keeps talking about Cindy and eventually just breaks down crying? D: Have a lovely night!

Reader like, second person right? First time writing this way. Here we goooo!! (Kind of short.)

Your hair is in your eyes, which you don’t really mind. It helps hide your face from sight. Though, there’s no one else around you to see you. You were also further hidden by your knees, which were drawn up to your chest and cradled your forehead. You’re alone, sitting atop a rock away from the haven you and the boys are camped at. Why? Because you just can’t stop your damn tears from falling.

Earlier that day, you’d all run into the blonde haired beauty by the name of Cindy, and dread had settled into your gut. She was everything someone could wish for. Her kindness was second to none. Her humor was something that drew smiles from every. And her personality ensured that she got along with everyone.

Including Prompto.

That damnable, chocobo haired, laid back, goofball was someone you’d held in high regard since you’d first met. And naturally, that regard evolved into feelings of a romantic nature. Which he never noticed. Even though the other teased you about your affections, the dummy never noticed. In fact, he’d make them stop so you wouldn’t be embarrassed by them. Which was why you were crying right now.

The day had been spent listening to him in the car, while walking, during hunts, and in the camp, go on and on about Cindy. Cindy was so pretty. Cindy was kind. Do you think Cindy has a boyfriend? On and on. Like always.

You got that you weren’t Cindy’s type of nice. You got that maybe your attitude wasn’t always sunshine and puppies like hers. You understood that you had scars, and your body wasn’t ideal. You were nothing like her. You did understand that. But was it so much to hope for Prompto to notice you despite that?

“Y/n?” Someone called, “Where are you?”

You picked up your head and turned toward the voice, and mentally cursed your luck’s horrid sense of timing. Your hand shot up to your face to scrub away at the tear trails, and you tried to sniffle quietly to clear your nose before answering.

“Prom-ki? That you?” You called out his nickname. You silently congratulated yourself on being able to make your voice sound normal. “I’m up here.”

You didn’t bother getting to your feet, but rather crawled over to the end of the rock you were on, looking below for Prompto. His back was toward you, and he was looking around trying to find you. So you leaned down as far as you could and managed to flick the top of his head.

“Yowch.” He turned quickly and looked up. “There you are.”

You smiled down, grateful for the darkness hiding your face from him. You’re sure that it’d be red and splotchy. And the moonlight wouldn’t be your friend. So you hoped the clouds stayed while he was with you.

He began to clamber up the rock to sit next to you and you reached your hand out to steady him as he pulled himself over.

“Oof. How’d you even get up here?” He questioned, looking at the edge with a cautious eye.

You chucked and went back to your original spot, curling up like before. “Wing and a prayer man.”

He laughed and took a spot next to you. “Really? You just winged it? What if you fell?”

Already have thanks, you thought. Instead of saying that you just shrugged. “I’ve fallen from higher.”

You both then sat in silence, and you brace for what was coming.

Earlier, when camp had been set up, you had enough of hearing about Cindy. Bless her heart, but you’d had enough. Especially when he was the one saying it.

“I’m going to explore for a while.” You had suddenly said, getting up from your chair and turning from the haven. And even though someone called your name, you kept walking. When you had gotten out of sight of the camp, you broke out into a sprint which had lead you to this rock. Honestly, sprinting and running up the rock was how you’d gotten up there without help.

“Sooo…” He began, like you knew he would. “About earlier.”

You sigh but keep silent.

“Are you alright? I mean, you hardly ever go off on your own. An we were worried when you didn’t come back for dinner.” He nudged you with his shoulder, just to get a reaction from you.

“I…” You cleared your throat. “I was just…i don’t know. I felt like I needed to get away.”

Half true. You needed to get away from him and his fixation on Cindy really. And thinking about it was sort of making your eyes tear up again. And god damn his eyes. Now that he was closer he could see your eyes.

“H-hey! Whats wrong?” He asked, his eyes widening. Reflex kicked in and he put his arm around your shoulders. Which was as welcome as it was unwelcome.

“Nothing.” You said, but your voice choked and you could feel the tears begin to fall again. “Would you believe I’m just crying because I missed Ignis’ cooking tonight?” You said with a watery smile.

He laughed lowly, but pulled you closer. “As much as I appreciate your sense of humor, I’m still worried.”

“I know.” You said, “Just give me a moment.”

He nodded, but you didn’t see. And true to your word, you came to the conclusion that if you didn’t get your feelings off your chest, you wouldn’t be able to move on.

“I… if you liked someone and they didn’t notice, how would you feel?” You began, deciding to stick with your half truths. “Would you feel like something was squeezing your throat? Your chest ache? And your thoughts turn against you?”

He frowned, but answered anyways. “…Yeah. That’s pretty accurate.”

“I’m guessing you don’t have to guess how that feels. How I feel right now.” You continued. “It hurts a lot. And I didn’t want to drag you all into my mess at the camp. That’s all.”

“I don’t think any of us would have minded. We’ve all felt that way I’m sure. Hell. I feel that way sometimes even now.” He said softly, arm still around you.

Somehow, that statement got under your skin and gave you that last burst of courage needed to get your feelings out. You grabbed his arm and gently took it off your shoulders, lowing it back to his side before wrapping your arms around yourself again.

“You’re talking about Cindy again right?” You said, and then continued without waiting for his answer. “You talk about her, over and over, it’s got to be her. You saw her and there was no room left for me. Because they person I was talking about was you, you know. I like you Prompto. I have for a long time. And…you just didn’t notice.”

You still couldn’t look at him, and drew your arms tighter around yourself. “I’m sorry if that’s sudden, but I just…if I keep it to myself I can’t move on. And I’m tired of feeling jealous and alone. You can head back to camp without me. I’ll be along after I put myself back together okay?”

It was silent, and he was still beside you. Six, you did not want his pity. You about to say as much until you felt his hand turning your face toward him, and a gentle kiss pressed against your mouth. You froze, surprised.

But he didn’t. He moved from your mouth to your cheek, and kissed his way up to your temple before whispering by your ear, “You’re wrong. It’s not Cindy.”

“You were the one who made me feel that way. When you’d talk about the others, or how you don’t look at me when I feel like I’m always staring at you, and sometimes you stare at complete strangers.” He smiled as you digested this information.

And before your brain could really finish processing what he said, you leaned forward and returned what he gave, kissing just as softly. And it felt like everything was finally coming to rest.

T_T Me again. I’m kinda down right now ( Life is such a devil) that’s why I ask for a request with Noctis and his s/o spending time together on valentines day. Write it as a scenario or as a headcanon. ;; By the way. Happy Valentines Day!

I hope you feel better! Happy Valentines day!

Noctis would be someone who would start valentines celebrations the night before. Like, he’d invite his S/O over to his apartment for dinner, a movie, and cuddling.

They’d fall asleep next to each other and take their time waking up. Like, they don’t get out of bed until their stomachs growling would force them out. Which would be around 11am. (Lets face it, Noctis has never missed breakfast. So even getting out of bed this late would be a feat.)

They’d attempt to cook something together, but just end up ordering a lunch in. (Ignis would probably have to clean the burnt pans. Or they’d throw them away leaving him wondering where all Noctis’ pans went.)

After that, they’d get ready to go out for the night. They know that downtown is full of activities to do together, and though both don’t really like crowds, they really don’t want to just stay inside all day.

They get ready and dress up. Noctis would actually be in a nice shirt and pants, with appropriate shoes to match. They would dress to match him.

Then away they’d go! Hand in hand and love struck expressions on their face. (It’d be funny trying to compliment Noctis, simply because he’d be so flustered by all this already.)

Once outside, they’d occasionally catch sight of people they know. (Like…wait when did prompto get a valentine?! Gladio too!)

Walking in the park is definitely something that’d happen. Perhaps they’d get to see a free concert in the same park.

Somehow, they get roped into a competition to have one of their hands tied to their partner’s, and not break the string.

They’d break it in the first five minutes because they get pulled apart by the crowd. But they don’t mind. So long as they find each other again.

They’d also end up napping in the park together. They’re not the only couple to do so either. A bunch of cuddlebugs in the park.

They end up running into Prompto again, with his valentine, and have a bit of a double date. they go out to dinner and a movie again. And Prompto would offer to take a few photos of them.

They’d agree and he’d get some great photos to remember this day by.

They’d part ways again and go back to his place, where he’d reveal a few gifts for them. Stuffed animals, candies, and cheesy cards.

They’d spend the rest of the time cuddling on the couch.

I know I commented on it already but I love that festival scenario you did for Ignis/childhood s/o! So fluffy and sweet! Would you be up for writing another part? Since it’s nearing Valentine’s Day, I was wondering if you could do a date night in Lestallum (bonus with the stalker!bros and Iris XD) complete with dancing with the street music and sentimental gifts because hey it’s their anniversary too?? Thank you so much!

Let’s see where this goes. Makes no sense, but I tried? Oops it turned into a drabblish type thing. takes place a few days after the chocobo fest with them finally to lestallum after going on a few hunts with them to help earn some extra gil. Ignis wouldn’t want them nearby when leviathan is called.

It’d been a long trip back to Lestallum. They’re bone tired, and everything just seemed like it was too much and too fast. The other’s were lucky, they thought, and had all fallen asleep leaning on each other in the back seat. And while Ignis had told them to go ahead and sleep as well, but they weren’t going to leave him to face the night alone. So they stayed awake, and were currently whispering back and forth in hushed tones to keep one another awake.

Ignis, his exhaustion getting to him, spoke quietly. “It’ll be four years tomorrow when we first started dating.”

They looked at him and smiled, their face softened from their own sleepiness. It wasn’t often Ignis said such sentimental things out loud. They took it as a sign that he was truly tired, but they also relished the chance to talk about their anniversary as well.

”And we’ve known each other for fourteen yesterday.” They pointed out.

He laughed quietly, and brought their hand up to his mouth to press a kiss to the back of their knuckles. “Truly? I can’t believe I didn’t realize.”

“Not many people would Ig.” They huffed in amusement and squeezed his hand very briefly, their own form of a kiss since they couldn’t lean over and distract him while he drove. Then their dry sense of humor kicked in and they cheekily added, “Also, you turned twenty-three six days ago.”

They grinned at him when he snickered. “I didn’t know that one,” he teased, “Maybe I need to keep you around to act as a planner for me since it appears I forget important dates all too easily.”

“Oh yes. Finally, I’m useful to the great Ignis.” They hummed in amusement. But then they returned to being semi-serious. “You remembered my favorite day out of everything though. That counts for something.”

“I enjoy my birthday too much to forget it love.” He teases and smirked at them, glancing at them briefly before returning his eyes to the road.

They ended up laughing at the quip into the night air as he drove and he sighed contently. Both then lapsed into a comfortable silence for the rest of the drive. Neither noticed the blonde haired gunner’s eyes barely open in the backseat, with the smallest smile on his face.

When they pulled into Lestallum, they roused the others, and booked a few rooms for the night with minimal effort. Ordinarily, they would have all just shared a room. But Prompto managed to convince the others that they all wanted their own beds for once, and demanded more than one room. They didn’t question it and readily agreed. They then took their leave to find their own way into bed after the others were taken care of.

Normally, Ignis wouldn’t have caved, and they certainly wouldn’t have let him cave. But they both had lost their will to fight for the night and needed a good night’s sleep to replace it. When they finally arrived at their room, they both just collapsed into their bed next to each other, and completely checked out of waking life.

It comes as a shock to them both when they open their eyes, and it’s one in the afternoon. They struggle to shake the grips of sleep from themselves, but suddenly both snap fully awake when they realize that it’s ONE IN THE AFTERNOON.

Ignis sit’s up and starts texting the others, trying to figure out where they are. Meanwhile, his intended got out of bed and started going through their bags to find clothes for them both. Honestly, they had all the money, and hoped the boys hadn’t managed to starve while they slept. And the six knew that they’d never hear the end of them BOTH managing to over sleep.

While they sorted their clothes out, Ignis was furiously texting the other three, demanding to know why they hadn’t woken them up. When he suddenly falls backwards onto the bed in frustration, his paramour tilts their head in concern.

“Something wrong?” They ask, leaving the bags for later.

He sighed wearily and ran a hand through his hair. “They’ve gone off on their own I’m afraid. Much like 5 days ago.”

“What a bunch of meddlers.” They said fondly, returning back to their task. “Well. Honestly, the last time didn’t turn out too horrible. Unless you’re having second thoughts…?”

The grinned to themself when they heard Ignis sit up in a hurry. They knew he was tired, but couldn’t resist teasing him.

“N-no! Not at all. Far from it!” He managed to get out, blinking at them when they chuckled and looked over their shoulder at him. Then it sunk in that they were only joking and he sighed heavily once more. “That’s not fair you know. You wake up quicker than me.”

“Yes darling, I do.” They kept grinning fondly and continued, “And I relish every moment I can hear you stutter.”

His face flushed at that and they shook their head with an amused huff. They were proud that around them, and only them, he relaxed enough to act his age. They both were relatively young, but had been forced to act so much older. It was a cherished secret that around each other they could comfortably allow themselves to be their age. And they loved this side of him as much as the master statistician he had to be around the others.

“Well, we best get a move on today. I doubt they thought to extend the rooms for another night, and we still have to replenish our stores of supplies, and there are a few-” Ignis kept muttering behind them, making a mental list of what needed to be done before nightfall. So they interrupted him

“Take a shower first before you start planning how the world will work today. Your hair is sticking up everywhere, and honestly, at the moment you look so put out by everything the boys will go running when they see you.”

He frowned at them, got up, and rolled his eyes in mock exasperation. “Yes mother.”

They chuckled quietly to themself as they got to their feet, clothes picked out and in their arms, and walked over to press a kiss to Ignis’ cheek before he went to the bathroom.

“Happy anniversary.” They whispered next to his ear. He flushed a very pleasant shade of red in response.

“To you as well.” He murmured.

But then they both stepped apart and continued with their own tasks, getting ready on their own and in a comfortable silence. It wouldn’t be until sundown they’d be ready to leave the room really.

Then, when leaving the room, they found a note on the door. Ignis got to it first and skimmed it. They raised a questioning eyebrow at Ignis when he sighed heavily and shook his head.

“They really are meddlers.” He said, handing the note to them so they could read it too.

Their eyes scanned the page, and a laugh bubbled out of them. It was a sweet note from all three, letting them have some space for the night. Which, they apparently weren’t letting Ignis back out of by taking the Regalia on a hunt while leaving the two behind.

“Well, we can’t disappoint them.” They said while taking his arm in theirs and tugging him toward the entrance of the hotel. “You know they’re not really on a hunt. They’re probably lurking around.”

Ignis followed them willingly, and chuckled. “You’re probably right. Want to check?”

They grinned at him and nodded.

This was becoming something of a habit.

Ignis and them stood by the fountain, and it looked like they were having a good time. They were both smiling and laughing. And then…

Ignis’ hand shot out and pushed them backwards lightly. Their knees hit the back of the stone’s edge and they tipped back, and almost into the fountains waters.

“Oh not again!!” They both could hear Prompto’s voice ring out from a nearby alley.

But this time, Ignis’ arm also shot out at the same time their’s did, and caught their hand mid-fall. They stopped just short of the water, and he pulled them back upright and snickered.

“There they are.” He stated and they threw back their head and laughed.

They could hear scuffling from where the voice originated from, but dared not look so they wouldn’t give away that they knew they were being followed again. Truthfully, they didn’t mind. Ignis was the other three’s dear friend. And even if he and themself had been friends since childhood, of course they would worry about him being happy with them. And would want to make sure things went well between the two.

“They won’t be too much of a bother I think.” They replied as they began to lead him toward the nightlife that was just starting up, “Truthfully, it’s kind of sweet of them.”

“How so?” He asked, eyeing the people and stands they passed.

“You do realize they want to see you happy right?” They smiled at him before pressing a kiss to his jaw. “That’s all. Now lets just ignore them for now and have fun. It’s not every year we have a 4th anniversary.”

“Quite right.” He said before returning their kiss with a quick peck.

Public affection from Ignis was rare, so they lit up with a large smile and tugged him into the crowd. They had nothing in particular planned. It was more just a stroll around Lestallum together. Which was perfect. Time with Ignis was all they wanted before he had to leave again.

“Oh look Ig.” They pointed at a lone musician, playing a guitar softly and sweetly. More than one couple were dancing to the music they played. And the woman playing softly smiled as they did so.

Ignis smiled himself, took their hand in his, pressed a kiss to their knuckles, and then said, “Would you dance with me?”

Pink dusted their cheeks and they shrugged, offering an apologetic smile, “We haven’t in a long time. I’m afraid I’d probably step on your feet.”

“Humor me? I think for our anniversary I’d like to have one dance with you.” He replied easily, tugging them along toward the rest of the dancers.

“Just do it!” They heard a muttered whisper behind them and ended up snickering. That sounded suspiciously like Noctis….

“Oh alright.” They step forward willingly along with him after that, the whisper giving them the courage they needed. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt.”

They fell into position easily, both having been taught as children. Though, the only one who’d actually used their lessons in real life would be Ignis. He’d danced a lot more often than they had. For a moment they stood with his hand on their waist and their hand on his shoulder. And then they began to move with the rest of the couples.

But it was surprisingly fluid how they remembered to move. Ignis led them of course, pulling them into a gentle and slow step. And every time he felt them hesitate in a step, a small reassuring whisper of encouragement would leave him. And soon enough, it all came back to them and both were freely moving.

Eventually they both ended up losing themselves in each other. The world dropped away, and it was just the two of them with the music. It was lovely, they thought, just to be here with him and sharing a memory. Soon enough they slowed to a stop along with the music, and leaned their foreheads against one another’s, their eyes closed and hands held together.

“I really and truly do love you.” He whispered to them, his eyes still closed. But at his words they opened their eyes and leaned forward, catching his mouth with theirs before closing them again.

“And I you.” They replied.

He pulled away and continued holding their hand as they walked back into the crowd. They made their way to the fountain and sat next to each other. They leaned against him, while his hand traced the lines on their palm. They sighed in contentment.

“If we could just stay like this forever, I wouldn’t mind.” They voiced out loud, closing their hand around his so he’d stop his tracing.

He was silent for a moment before replying, “I find…I wouldn’t mind that either.”

Both left it unsaid that it wasn’t possible. And they wouldn’t ask that of him even if it was. This was their life. And all they could ask for was stolen and gifted moments such as this.

“I know I asked you to marry me a few days ago.” Ignis suddenly began.

“Five to be exact.”

“Right.” He cleared his throat, “But we were missing one crucial part of our agreement.”

They blinked, sitting up. Nervousness had begun to creep into his voice, so they looked at him in concern.

“Ignis?”

“I’ve a gift for you. I know you’ve already said yes, but…” He reached into his pocket. “An anniversary gift and engagement gift.”

In the space above their laps, he opened a small box, revealing a plain black engagement ring, with golden embellishments on it.

“You don’t have to wear it of course…Its just…” He couldn’t look directly at them, his face beginning to burn. If they were reading his face right, there was a mixture of fear and hope running wild in his mind.

“You don’t have to finish Ignis.” They whispered softly. “Of course I’m going to wear it.”

They reached forward and turned his face toward themself. “I’m going to wear it, and think of you all the time until we actually get married.”

He met their eyes and smiled. They held out their hand and he, being the gentleman he is, slipped the ring onto their finger.

“Consider this a promise then. Of a future together someday.”

“We’ve the rest of our lives dear. And I’m willing to wait.”

They smiled and scooted closer to him, wrapping one of their arms around his waist and leaning their head against him. He in turn rested his head on top of theirs, and put and arm around their shoulder.

And there they sat, content in silence, and not daring to think about the future. Because despite his promise, they both knew it was very likely that they may not get to see it fulfilled. But this moment was enough. They’d grown up stealing moments of each other’s time from their duties and responsibilities. Destiny had never placed love in their cards. So they had placed it there themselves. And moments like this were always enough.

They had forgotten about the nearby trio, who were currently jumping around and celebrating their friend’s good fortune of finding someone who loved him.

“We’ve been dating for four years today.” They said and he hummed in agreement.

“We’ve known each other for fourteen years as of two days ago.”

“Yes?”

“Your birthday was seven days ago.”

“I am aware.”

He nudged the top of their head with his, as if trying to get them to the point faster.

They then smiled and said, “My birthday is at the end of the month.”

He finally began to catch on and grinned. “We were engaged five days ago.”

“You do realize we have to have a wedding in this same month right?”

“In order to keep with the trend…” He laughed, “I suppose you’re right.”

They laughed with him, and then they both went silent, enjoying the night air in peace.

Bonus:

“The boys are going to hate us.” Ignis said after 30 minutes of silence.

“Yes. But they’ll still love us all the same too.” They replied, their eyes still closed, knowing what he was thinking.

“Brace yourself.” They could hear the laugh in his voice when he suddenly pulled them backwards with him into the fountain’s waters, ruining the seriousness of the moment.

“OH COME ON!”