Tag: ff xv

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. 

I would love to request headcanons on the chocobros having an S/O who is an illustrator who loves animation and dreams of character designing for a major company! (WhAT NO ITS NOT ME WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT–)

Noctis:

-He’d be very supportive, wanting his S/O to chase their dreams and all.

-That said, he doesn’t know a lick about any of it, so when the S/O starts explaining things, he learns a lot. 

-When working for one of the companies comes up he’d be like, ‘just tell them we’re dating, who’s going to say no to the prince’s significant other?’ (His face would screw up at his title though, and the S/O would laugh, knowing his distaste for being called the prince.) (The S/O would absolutely not do as he said, considering they’d want to get in on their own talent.)

-The S/O one days bases a character off him and he’s very caught off guard. Like, full on blushing and stammering in surprise. (And he adores the thought behind it.)

Prompto: 

-Once again he’d be like “If you ever need a reference, I will personally go find what you’re looking for and photograph it for you.”

-He’d also love watching the S/O draw. Whether it’s their facial expressions while they draw or how focused they are, he’d find something about their art process enamoring.

-In the case that the S/Os parents are approving, he’d be 100% on their side through everything. Like, he’d want you to reach for your dreams no matter what.

-During late night art sessions, he’d keep the S/O company…right until deciding it’s gotten to a ridiculously late hour and would attack the S/O with a comforter to drag them off to bed, or maybe he’d settle for camping out in the living room to sleep together. As long as they got SOME sleep.

Gladiolus:

-He’d be curious about it and asking the S/O questions constantly. Like, “Do you have to some up with your own story and characters? …Have you come up with your own characters?”

-He’d also be very into hearing and seeing the S/O’s original works. (But he’d secretly love when you’d draw characters from his favorite shows.) 

-If the S/O ever drew a character from a book he’s reading he’d actually be speechless. He’d know, from all his questions, how much time goes into illustrations. (The S/O could expect to be showered in romance for the rest of the month probably.)

-IF the S/O ever had to pull an all nighter on a project, he’d be right there with them. He’d know it was silly to stay up all night with the S/O when he had things to do tomorrow, but he’d still do it. 

Ignis:

-Working around this man would be easy, as he’d probably be doing his reports and whatnot for Noctis. It’d be super quiet and easy to concentrate on what the S/Os doing.

-However, once he’s decided that he’d worked enough for the day, he’d be of the opinion the S/O had as well. If the project isn’t due like, the very next day, he’d ask them to put away their work and perhaps help with dinner. (He’d DEFINITELY make sure the S/O wouldn’t neglect their health for their art.)

-He’d also be the one to have a set day where both of them do nothing. No working, and probably would have made plans with the S/O to go on a date of have a date night in if it’s been a particularly hard week for either of them. 

-If the S/O gets an interview with a company for animation/design/etc. he’d fuss over them. “Are you feeling alright?” “Do you need anything?” “Remember to look them in the eye and smile.” (He’d probably be more nervous for them then they are.) 

Could I ask for an angsty scenario where the reader has had a longtime crush on Prompto and they watch as he confesses to Cindy? Maybe one of the other chocobros knows about the readers feelings? You can totally decide if things end happy or sad! Thank you~

You would watch from a distance with the other boys as Prompto and Cindy spoke. From your place, you could read Prompto’s lips.

“I..I just really like you.”

You’d wish he’d say those words to you, but know that such feelings couldn’t be changed so easily. A heavy sigh would leave you as you’d turn away from the scene. Cindy hadn’t shown any interest in Prompto at all. And as much as you wished he liked you instead, you hoped that she would return his affections. 

He deserved to be happy.

You’d step away, smiling brightly to go sit at the other side of the haven you were all currently standing on while waiting for Prompto. Ignis would excuse himself from the others effortlessly, both Noctis and Gladio not thinking anything of it. Then he’d follow after you.

“Are you alright?” Ignis would ask. He’d know. With those sharp eyes of his, he’d know. He’d have seen your affectionate glances at Prompto when he wasn’t looking. From the lighthearted banter to the small acts of kindness you showed to Prompto alone, he’d know.

Another, more watery, sigh would leave you, and your head would hang as your eyes rested on the rocks on the ground. “No.” 

It’d be hard, but you’d managed to keep most of your hurt-heart from your voice. And with a strong resolve you’d lift your head and steel yourself, “But I will be.”

Heartbreak always hurt. But it wasn’t the end of the world. It hurt sure. But that would go away. Plus…in the back of your mind you knew that Cindy might not return Prompto’s feelings. He’d needs someone too in that case. He’d be hurt, like you. But you’d want him to be happy, and console him. 

Ignis would then pat your shoulder and nod, leaving you to collect yourself. And once you did, you’d return to the others, and pretend that you were okay. 

Prompto would return, but to your surprise, he was only a little dejected. She hadn’t said no, but it hadn’t been a yes either. It was a maybe. It was a someday. It’s wasn’t a promise but a possibility. Which was a lot more than what you would be given if he ever found out. 

So you’d push your feelings away. And hope for the best. 

Can I please see headcanons and/or scenarios of the chocobros and their S/O adopting kids??? Like their thoughts on adoption, preferences on age and such, etc. THANKS~

Headcanons and scenarios? Righto!

Noctis:

Honestly, I think he’d prefer adoption to having a biological child. One that wouldn’t have the burden of holding the wall around insomnia. 

Perhaps he’s aware that he needs to have a blood related heir to the throne. And perhaps he and his S/O accept that and they’d consent to having one, either by their own body or by surrogate. But that wouldn’t stop them from going out a picking another child to love as well. It wouldn’t go over well at first, because an adopted child could contest the throne of the bloodline child. But they still wouldn’t care, choosing to love both equally. 

The other three of the quartet would accept the child as his as well. Ignis would be fair and care for them both. Gladio would watch over each one, and honestly, he’d probably enlist Iris’ help in shielding the twins. Prompto would be listed as their godfather, and take his role very seriously by watching over them constantly. 

Noctis would probably prefer a baby or a toddler. Someone young enough to raise as his own. He’d want them to know that they have been loved for most of their life by him. (Perhaps they get a child the same age as their own, and raise them as twins.) Gender doesn’t matter, and neither does physical appearance. (But honestly, he’d lean toward a child that looks like his S/O.)

Growing up, the child wouldn’t know they were adopted. They’d just think they were related to the S/O because of their similarities. It would be when they’re older, and there are whispers around the palace that they’d begin to question their lineage. Perhaps the careless whisper of a maid catches their ear when they’re in high school. Their sibling would try and reassure them, but they wouldn’t listen. From that day forward they’d start noticing little things about themself that didn’t fit. Perhaps they have freckles but no one in their family did. And where did their eye color come from? Why did their hair curl when no one else’s did?

When they turn 18, despite their twin’s begging, they’d go to their parents and demand an answer. And Noctis and his S/O would answer honestly and carefully, wanting to ease the truth onto their child. But once what they heard was confirmed, they’d quietly retire to their room and wait for the night. Upon night fall, I can picture they’d run away, leaving insomnia for a time. Just to think and try to figure out if they’re OKAY with the revelation.

After a few years, perhaps when they’re 21, they’d sneak back into the city and see that the top headline was the royal family’s continued search for their missing child. And while they’re distracted, who is behind them but the shield of the family Gladio. They don’t notice it’s him until he grabs them and literally picks them up and throws them into a car. It would only have been chance he’d been out and about that day, and part of him wanted to let them go, understanding the need to figure things out on their own. But another part of him couldn’t do that to Noctis. So, into the car they’d go, even if they’re kicking and screaming. (Honestly, they hadn’t planned on getting caught, they had just wanted to check things at home.)

They’d get to the palace and try darting out the door of the car as soon as it stopped but they’d smack right into Prompto who’d wrap them in a hug and refuse to let go. They’d see Ignis on the way to the throne room, and he’d laugh at how surly they look. (Clearly they were NOT happy about being dragged back here.) 

Word would have been sent ahead to the royal family that they’d been found, and they were waiting to see them. And upon seeing them, yes, they’d act cold, but they’d be glad to see they all looked well. They’d have doubts. Why were they adopted when they already had a child. Did they love them like they loved their sibling? They’d be scared of these answers and that’s what kept them away. 

But things would turn out find. They’d all go and talk it out. There would still be a rift between the two siblings because they left, but it would heal. And they’d realize that adopted or not, this was their family and they shouldn’t have doubted them. 

Prompto:

He’d probably also prefer adoption. And his chosen age group would be pre-teens and teenagers. The ones who didn’t get picked, and were forced to grow up alone. He’d want them to feel like they were wanted, and worthy of love.

He’d talk it out with his S/O, or maybe his S/O brings up that they can’t have, or don’t want, biological children. Which would be fine with him. (Honestly, he can’t picture himself have a biological child as well.) And both would agree that an older child would fit right in with them. (His S/O ends up picking children that look like Prompto though)

Perhaps it’d be a struggle to get the adoption put through, because neither were home very often. (Prompto would often work as a photographer and have assignments that forced him to travel a lot. And his S/O would always accompany him.) And he wouldn’t want to just leave a child on their own either. He’d want to do what his parents never did for him and take them with. 

But a life on the road isn’t ideal for an adoption, and they’d struggle to get approved. (Noctis actually might have to intervene.) But once they are they’d probably fall in love with more than one child. Which results in them adopting two. Which is fine! But not what they had planned for. But they take it in stride and it works. The kids love how nothing seems to be planned, as their lived before this were nothing but plans. And while it may take some time for the kids to think of them as parents, the first time one of them does call Prompto ‘Dad’ he’s in tears. Their home is big enough for all of them, and they highly enjoy being together as a family. It’s pure happiness. And then there’s their ‘uncles’. 

Gladio offers to train them to learn how to defend themselves, because you never know right? But only one of them takes him up on the offer. And after a few rounds of sparring Gladio realizes having a blade in their hand was nothing new. They actually trust him enough to reveal that their parents had been a part of the crowns guard, and died years ago in an attack. Honestly, they only agreed to be trained by him because they were curious if they remembered what their parents taught them.

The second child has such a crush on Ignis that they actually start following him around. He just assumes it’s curiosity about his job and offers an apprenticeship to them, stating that they have a good head on their shoulders and would make an excellent adviser if they wanted. They accept after talking it over with Prompto and the crush passes. They actually do enjoy learning from Ignis. 

Noctis freaking SPOILS them. Like, he doesn’t even have any chill about buying them what they want. Because honestly, MINI PROMPTOS. He ended up sort of spoiling Prompto in high school when he’d let him, so there was no WAY he wasn’t going to spoil his kids. 

All three are currently fighting over who’s their godfather. 

Gladiolus:

Honestly, he’d want children of his own. Buuuut. Perhaps that’s not a possibility or an option. He wouldn’t mind if that was the case. Adoption would probably be the first, and only, solution he’d consider. Besides, it wouldn’t be a big deal to him. He’s not the only child of the Amicitias. Iris can pass on the bloodline if it was that important. (Though honestly, there have been adoptions in the family in the past as well. Family is family, and he’d punch anyone who said otherwise.)

Anyways. He’d only want one child. And he’d want them to look like his S/O. That’s the only thing he wants. Otherwise? Age and gender doesn’t matter. His S/O would decide on a child that does look like them, a 5 year old to be specific. His S/O would take the lead in caring for the child at first, while Gladio figures out how they’re going to do this. He didn’t expect to be NERVOUS. But he’d fall in love with the child the first time he see the child cuddled up with his S/O. 

They’d be a rather happy family, and Gladio would actually be a little over protective of them. To the point where he’d probably have them nearby him at work all the time. Iris would sometimes, just to mess with him, STEAL his child in the middle of a hallway. Like one minute he’d be walking down the hall, on his way to see someone, with little soft footsteps behind him. He’d get distracted by something for a few moments and continue on his way, only to realize the footsteps were MISSING. 

Oh boy.

He’d kind of panic and look high and low for the little guy, having flashbacks to when Iris disappeared with Noctis. Iris would finally take pity on him and call him, letting him know she had tham. Catch her if you can, because she is in LOVE with her new Nephew/Niece. Eventually Gladio’s S/O has to step in and get their child back after a day of shenanigans with Iris.

The child would grow up loved, and fully aware that they’re adopted. They’re like, the kid who get made fun of for it, but fires back, “MY PARENTS CHOSE MEEEEE! Your’s didn’t get a choice.”  which results in fights. Lost of school fights. And Gladio is internally thrilled that they win every single one. But has to scold them because fighting is bad. (His S/O totally knows he’s proud of his child for standing up for themself though, but lets it slide.)

This kid is also, FEISTY. Like, they’ll take a run at Gladio in a sparring session and will keep swinging even if Galdio has them held back with one hand. Also, this kid is a high energy nightmare. Think Calvin and Hobbs. But…Gladio and his S/O wouldn’t have it any other way. They adore them.

Surprisingly, Prompto is listed as the godfather. Which would have him reduced to blubbering tears. Because holy crap the SHIELD of the royal family would entrust his kid to him if anything happened to their parents. He’d be so honored. And lets be real, the only person who can keep up with the child is Prompto. Even Gladio and the S/O struggles with it.

Ignis would try and instill some levelheadedness in the kid during their lessons with him. (I picture Ignis becoming a sort of tutor for the royal family when they do start having kids.) Buut…Ignis is used to children who are QUIET and RESERVED. This kid gives him a run for his money every time they’re together. But he adapts and though he’s considered the boring uncle, the kid likes being with him all the same.

Noctis would try his best to keep up with the kid if he ever, for some reason, has to watch them. But this kid is off the charts in energy and he’d eventually have to call Prompto for help. Basically, Noctis accidentally spoils the kid without meaning to whenever they’re with him, simply because he CAN’T KEEP UP. 

The kid mellows out as they grow, and taking a few note from Ignis becomes a MASTER statistician…which they use for pranks and traps. 

Ignis:

He was adopted himself as a baby is my personal headcanon. He’s completely aware of this, and so when his S/O brings up adoption he’s all for it. 

He’d want a younger child, but not too young. He and his S/O have time enough to raise a child, and they deeply want to, but not so much time that they’d be able to raise them from a baby. So they go with a child that’s 8 or 9. Old enough to manage on their own if left to their own devices, but young enough to be theirs. Appearance wise, Ignis doesn’t care. Honestly, he’d leave that up to his S/O. And they’d pick a child that looked a bit like Ignis himself to his surprise. 

They’d spend time together, trying to see where each other fit in their lives. Ignis and his S/O managed to fit their lives around each other, and eventually figure out where their kid fits. Which, the kid is so sweet that they don’t really complain about anything. Which made it all the harder to figure out what worked and didn’t work. (Both were fully aware the child wanted to be perfect. FOR them. Because they didn’t want to go back to the adoption center.)

Eventually, they’d work in tandem. One would pick up the child from school, the other would drop off the child. They’d take turns taking the kid to work with them, spending all their free time with them. IT would be rare, but they’d make it work so that they’d eat lunch all together every once in a while. Dinner was always together though. 

They all love being in the kitchen.

Ignis would be a little surprised that when they get older, they reveal they want to be an artist. But he’d support them none the less. 

Gladio would be the cool uncle to them. They’re entirly unsuited for combat, but still insist on learning how to fight from him. Though he’d try and persuade them that Ignis or Ignis’ S/O would be the better for them to learn from. Because there was no way they’d be able to swing a greatsword like they wanted. But, a little bit of Ignis’ sassiness would reveal itself when they’re like, “Don’t tell me what to do” and promptly go for a greatsword to practice with. 

Prompto would try and help them achieve their goal of being an artist. He’d be pretty big in the photo scene, and would use some of his contacts to try and help them learn the industry. They get a long fairly well. Prompto, true to form, would be a bad influence. Starting with the day they come home from his place with GREEN hair. (Due to a mishap, his own would be pink.)

Noctis and they would bond over one thing. Their hatred of vegetables. He’d give them tips and trick on how to AVOID eating the veggies in Ignis’ cooking, ‘Take it from me kid, I’ve been eating with him for most of my life.’ 

Ignis would never name a godfather, because he’d be so sure that he’d NEVER leave his child alone in the world. 

Headcanons of the Chocobros with a male s/o with long hair

Trying my best, but going in circles. D:

Noctis:

They went to the same high school together. 

The only reason they met was because he sat in front of the prince and his hair was longer than most. 

It’d trail on his desk whenever he leaned backward which would lead to an awkward situation where Noctis falls asleep on top of his hair.

He’d be stuck because if he tried moving, the sleeping prince would accidentally pull his hair. Which would hurt. (He’d always had a sensitive scalp.)

He’d have to turn to Prompto for help. Prompto would lift Noctis, who would still be dead to the world off his hair and he’d bolt after that, embarrassed about what had just occurred. (He doesn’t even realize Prompto took a picture.)

Which would lead to Prompto showing it to Noctis later that he’d made a new friend. 

Noctis’ future S/O wouldn’t wear his hair lose during school after that, not wanting a repeat of what had just happened. And he’d be sure too keep his hair over his shoulder and in front of him.

Though, this incident would led to them becoming friends. And later on, after a few times when Noctis would play with his hair during sleep overs, or maybe comment how nice he looks with it down, they’d start dating. (He doesn’t put his hair up very often after that.)

(Noctis totally once used his S/O’s hair to guide him into a kiss because he wasn’t paying attention to him.)

Being close to the prince also meant learning how to protect him. And holy six, Noctis liked seeing him spar with his hair down. It would billow behind him when he moved. 

Years down the road, whenever he needed to get his S/O’s attention, he’d just grab a stand of his hair.

Which would cause him to freeze because, “Please don’t pull my hair, I’m fragile.” But he’d still let him do it. He wouldn’t mind if it was Noctis. Something that Noctis picked up on. 

Though if anyone ELSE touches his hair, Noctis would immediately becomes upset on his behalf. Because anyone else touching his hair made him uncomfortable. Also, because it was weird having complete strangers wanting to touch his hair just because it was so long. 

Prompto:

Prompto has always been a very tactile person. And so touching any S/O’s hair would mean a whole lot to him. Especially long hair. He’d love trailing his hands though it. Especially since his S/Os hair is so soft…

He’d get a giggle at pulling out his hair tie. Perhaps he’d pulled it back because it was in his face and he needed to see. Or maybe he always had it out of his face. Point is Prompto would love messing up his hair. Especially when he wanted attention. 

He’d sigh in defeat when it’d fall in his face, used to this sort of thing and turn and face Prompto, probably surprising him with a kiss to his nose.

Seeing him with his hair down is a treat for him. And he would not be able to resist touching it of course.

Though after the first time his wrist bands became tangled in his hair, he’d refrain from running his hands through it, no matter how much he wanted to.

Because ow, he’d tugged out a few pieces of hair on accident with his wrist bands. And rather than take them off, he’d just…stop touching his hair.  

The simplest solution, of course, would be to take them off. But he wouldn’t. Because him and his S/O both knew that he was hiding something under his wristbands. And his s/o wouldn’t ask what was there. But he would miss Prompto’s affectionate touches. 

He, instead, would get tired of the kicked puppy look on Prompto, and one day just flat out say, “You can touch my hair you know.”

This would lead to a talk about the wrist bands, and lead to the conclusion that, Yes, his S/O did miss him touching his hair, and that Prompto missed running his hand through it. So they came up with a solution that Prompto would take off the wrist bands, but his s/o would keep his eyes closed.

It would work too. Prompto would trust his S/O to keep his eyes closed, and his s/o wouldn’t break that trust. 

Even after Prompto decides to make it a game by pressing kisses to his neck and collar bone when he least expects it. (He’d absolutely have the self control not to open his eyes since Prompto would mention he still had his wrist bands off.)

And to Prompto’s delight he discovers that his S/O will fall asleep with his hair out because having his hair played with relaxes him. So long as it’s just him brushing his hand through his hair. 

Gladio:

Surprisingly, Gladio fell in love with an artist, with long hair, and even longer hours at a desk. 

He’d be someone who grew out his hair by accident. He’d think there was never time to do anything outside of his work, and actually kind of neglect himself really.

Which, Gladio would hate and love at the same time. He’d enjoy brushing out his hair, because he’d often just wake up and go to work after a shower with out brushing it. And since he’d never really do anything with it, it’s super soft. But also, it’s getting ridiculously long. 

Gladio would like twirling pieces of it between his fingers when they’re laying together. 

Gladio also likes brushing his hair out of his face while he sleeps.

Sometimes, if he knows his S/O has a long day ahead of them the next day. He’ll help braid his hair before they go to bed, so he can just get up and go to work without fussing with it.

Though, lord if he ever suggest to Gladio that he’s thinking about getting a hair cut, Gladios going to start listing every single reason he loves his hair. 

Ignis:

He’d love fixing his S/O’s hair. And he’d likes trying to see how detailed he could get before his S/O becomes exasperated with his efforts.

However, his S/O would enjoy it as well. Though, he wouldn’t be able to resist tugging a strand or two out of place, pieces that trail across their face. Simply because it annoys Ignis to see him even SLIGHTLY unkempt.

Perhaps also, because those strands of hair frame his face PERFECTLY, he draws more attention to himself from others.

Ignis has never been a jealous person, but seeing him being fawned over would get under his skin a little. 

For Ignis, seeing him with his hair down is always an interesting experience. Because it softens his features. Somehow makes him look younger. But at the same time, his hair is NOT pin straight and almost looks wild at times. Fluffy almost.

He usually only looks like that when they’re going to sleep so seeing him in public like that does inspire some jealousy. (And by some, I mean a burning inferno of jealously.)

When they go to sleep, Ignis actually likes hold a hand in his hair. Which was strange, but he doesn’t mind. If Ignis wants reassurance he’s there, and he gets that by holding his hair, it’s fine.

Need something sweet ~ What about Noctis with his s/o who gently pet his cheeks, ruffle his hair and put their forehead against his when he is stressed or depressed

Cuuuuute. 🙂

Sometimes situations would be tense, and Noctis would need a private moment to himself to sort though what he’d be thinking and feeling. 

They’d always be invited to accompany him during those private moments. And by invited, I mean that he’d grab their hand and pull them along. 

They wouldn’t really have a choice in following him. (Not that they’d mind.)

They never really know where he’s heading when upset. Sometimes it’s in the middle of nowhere other times it’s sitting on a bed in a hotel, and during very desperate times, it’s hiding in the back of the regalia.

When they get where they’re going they usually just sit and wait for him to vent to them. And normally he does just that.

But other times, they have to coax it out of him. And that’s when they’d start with the comforting touches.

If he’s completely silent and just silently brooding, they’d gently press a hand against his cheek and turn his head to face them. 

“Hey.” They’d lean forward and rest their forehead against his, closing their eyes. They’d know that being so close to him always flustered him, so they’d try to make it a bit better by keeping their eyes closed. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

Perhaps his breath would catch very faintly in surprise, or maybe he’d just close his eyes to and enjoy the contact.

They’d trail their hand along his cheekbones, and just wait.

Eventually, whatever’s bothering him will come out. Sometimes he’ll speak haltingly, other times it comes out in a rush. But the fact he trusts them enough to tell them at all means the world to them. So of course they listen.

And while he speaks they would still their hand, and just let their touch linger. He’d find it comforting. 

He’d finish and they’d just stay where they were, letting him be the one to pull away first. 

Sometimes, if they were feeling playful, they’d press a kiss to his nose after such a serious moment and then mess with his hair. 

He’d be a little offended, but look at them fondly as he returned the favor. 

They’d return to the others often with their hair completely out of sorts. Which of course has led to the others getting the wrong idea about where they go. 

They don’t bother correcting them, mainly because they’re too mortified that that’s what the others think they’re up to. 

would you be willing to continue that iggy/childhood s/o scenario? like they spend time together during the Moogle Chocobo Carnival (bonus if the group stalks them lolol), and maybe a proposal on a gondola during the fireworks? muchly appreciate extra fluff. thanks!

omg. Yes. Totally willing. A+ prompt here.

During a visit to Lestallum the boys(And Iris), despite Ignis’ wishes, manage convince his S/O to come with them to Altissia. 

This is of course, after they’ve grilled him till he’s burnt about their relationship for the past few months. (They can CLEARLY see he misses them. After all, they used to see each other everyday…They still haven’t found out about the two’s old living situation. Ignis managed to keep THAT under wraps thankfully.)

He’s rather cross with the boys, and his heart does slightly falter when he thinks of them travelling with them when any number of things could happen…

But ultimately, after spending almost every moment of his time traveling next to them, he’d figure out he was glad to have them beside him, worried or not. 

Prompto is actually kicked to the backseat because if he’s taking them along into danger he’s damn well going to spend his time behind the wheel holding their hand. 

As they’re finishing up a few last minute things, they do go along with them on hunts for extra gil and such. Which freaks him out because ‘it’s DANGEROUS’. 

Which results in them KINDLY reminding him that they can handle themself in a fight.

And by kindly, I mean joining in on one of the boy’s training sessions and not pulling their punches. (Literally, they’re not above just straight up throwing a punch in the middle of battle while they wait for their weapon to return to their hand.) lowkey headcanon that this particular S/O specializes in using giant  shuriken.

He wouldn’t be so concerned for them after that, but he does wish that they would STOP flinging their weapon away from themself. Because he knows they know how to fight with it in hand.

Anyways, they get the things to finish the boat and start their journey to awaken the leviathan. 

Most of the trip there Ignis is letting them lay across the back seat of the boat and rest their head on his lap. Seasickness hits them without mercy, and the most he can do is try and keep them asleep and relaxed.

It would be a sight for the boy’s to see, not that they’d be watching closely of course(they totally are )., 

Ignis wouldn’t be much different from usual, he’s still composed and unflappable and almost seems like he has no emotions toward his S/O around them. (And the S/O the same way around the boys, which is kind of sad. The others sort of LIKE seeing Iggy so relaxed and like seeing the sweet way they treat each other.)

But…there’s small thing they’d never seen him do before. Like running his hand through their hair absentmindedly. Or occasionally looking down at their face like he’s reading words written there. Sometimes, underneath their own conversations with each other (they didn’t want to bother Ignis and his S/O) they’d hear him whispering reassuring things to them, and occasionally they’d catch them reminiscing quietly about memories that were between the two of them and them only. 

They’d never seen him so…attentive. Even without showing his emotions, his actions betray the love he feels for them.

Upon arriving and the boys see something and would want to dart off immediately without explanation. “And you both HAVE to come with us.”

He’d be super suspicious of why, but wouldn’t be able to place exactly what made him so. Perhaps it’s because they just won’t stop grinning. 

They’d get a room right away so they wouldn’t have to worry about it later and spend the night just exploring the town. Ignis would be happier than he’d been in a while and so would his S/O. They’d all have dinner together and just let themselves relax for a moment. It’ll be a week before they can arrange an audience with the council woman, and Luna is recovering before she can see them, so they’ve nothing to do.

(They end up spending about three weeks in Altissia before the summoning.)

It’s only the next day, when Ignis wakes up with his S/O in his arms and sees that the other three are gone that he knows for certain that something is UP.

As it turns out, they’d been hanging out with them all night to ensure that neither of them saw the signs and advertisements for the Chocobo Moogle Festival! Surprise for them!

They’d leave them a note on the desk that they’d basically ditched them for the day, and to go have fun with each other.

They’d sort of look at each other and just know that they both were debating on just going back to bed. But, not wanting to hurt the other three’s feelings, because clearly more though than they’re usually capable of went into this. (Because lets face it, the only one who actually plans things on this level is Ignis.)

So they’d get ready for the day. And it’s remind them of their apartments in Insomnia. Without even realizing they were doing it, they’d fallen into the old habit of adjusting the smallest things on the other. 

It’d be just little things. They’d help him fix the sleeves on his jacket just so…He’d help them put on their necklaces and bracelets…It’s be so normal they wouldn’t realize they were doing it until they’d adjust his glasses ever so slightly and their eyes would met.

This would be one of those rare moment that they’d both be sort of embarrassed. It was terribly domestic of them, something neither was used to acknowledging. It just ‘was’ with them.

He’s then smile in appreciation and gently grab their hand, press a kiss to the knuckles and lower their hands. A silent signal that they were ready.

…On second though, upon seeing all the yellow they were NOT ready.

Both are slightly shocked at how the city had changed over night. 

And naturally, their first experience of the carnival is Kenny the crow…

They go to sit on a bench to sort of…just let everything sink in. 

Cue Kenny’s creepy head turn and scaring the crap out of them both. 

They’d end up falling off the bench with flailing from Ignis and a yelp from them. And the crow would just cackle before wandering off. They’d look at each other and just KNOW that today was going to be an off day. (Especially when they hear a laugh that sounds suspiciously like Prompto’s suddenly being cut short, as if someone had attempted to muffle it.)

“…Should we…?” “Just let them have their fun dear.” They’d know that they were being followed. 

Knowing they were being followed would sort of start a game between the two of them by accident.

What would get the loudest reaction out of the three following them?

It goes back and forth, Ignis suddenly slipping into one language, and his S/O replying in a completely different one. (Also a game between each other to see who messes up their conversation first.)

A small, “What the hell?” from the prince could be heard somewhere behind them. Point for Ignis because he started that game. 

The second? Ignis would be playing the shooting game, both deciding to try winning those seats for the firework display. (And staying in the suite had it’s appeal as well…)

But then, when he’d completely distracted they lean forward and wrap their arms around his shoulders from where he’s sitting and whisper something in his ear. It was just an embarrassing memory, something they’d held over Ignis for YEARS. And being reminded of it so suddenly causes him to lose his composure and his cheeks turn a VERY dark shade of red. 

The other three, thinking they’re being quiet and they were out of range would whistle and say out loud, “Whatever they whispered must have been something else to turn him THAT color.”

Three points to his S/O.

From then on it’s back and forth until they’re both tied at 23 points. 

They’re walking along one of the docks to sit at the end of it and laugh together. It’s been a fun day so far. 

He’d been perfectly gentlemanly all day, their arms had been circled together as they walked, he’d putting a guiding hand on their lower back when he didn’t want to get separated, and he’d always check with them to make sure they were alright. 

They in turn had been very affectionate. Whispering sweet nothings out of earshot of the others, reminding him of different memories and pointing out the different things they though might interest Ignis. 

So, in a conspiratorial whisper, they decided to end the game in a big way. They had enough medallions to get the suite and fireworks seat. And they wanted to rest before seeing the show. And they really wanted to see the other’s reactions to what was about to happen.

In a planned move, he suddenly sat up from where he had been leaning against their shoulder and shoved them off the pier. 

They could literally hear Prompto screech across the distance in a shrill tone, “HE DID NOT JUST-” before they went under the water. 

When they surfaced they laughed so hard they had trouble catching their breath. Ignis would reach down a hand to help them, but instead they’d pull him in as well. 

They’d then laugh together, sneaking a kiss before getting out of the water.

After stripping off as many outer layers as they could while still preserving their modesty, they would say just LOUDLY enough for the three people following them to hear, “We should head back to the hotel and see what the others are doing.” 

“Shit.” could be heard and then rapidly fading footsteps. 

Upon arriving back they’d greet the others and pretend they hadn’t seen them all day, and then they’d take turns in the shower. 

The other three would pretend to be enamored in their phones, but would watch them fall into their habits again. (Not creepy at all guys…)

They really had never seen this side of Ignis. They knew he could be affectionate, but this was a whole other level. 

Ignis would help dry their hair, and they’d tease him by saying it would be fine air drying. He’d press a kiss to their forehead after they comb his hair back for him. 

Small things that were really killing them all with sweetness. 

They’d finish getting ready and head out to the fireworks show, content and happy with one another.

Ignis and they would sit in the gondola and just…think of all they’d been through and talk about it. 

They had been through a lot. And they loved each other.

When the show starts their attention is only held by it for a short while. Because the other would catch their eye in the light.

Like so many of the major changes in their relationship, it would be unplanned. 

“Marry me.”

They’d look at him, and then smile at him genuinely. “Okay.” 

And it just as simple as that.

However, in a nearby gondola, the three are sitting and cheering for their friend. But thankfully, it’s drowned out by the blasts overhead. IF Ignis had known they were there, he probably would have waited until later to ask. 

Hello, first of all, I love your writing! It’s very good :3 I was wondering if I could request a headcanon? Like, how would the guys react if during battle their s/o jumped in front of them and took a life threatening hit for them and barely survived? o.o Thank you :3

Noctis:

He’d be absolutely APPALLED upon seeing his S/O take an ice bomb in full force on his behalf.

He hadn’t been watching himself as carefully as he should have, and had left himself unguarded. 

And Ice bomb had seen the opening and moved to get closer and implode.

But his S/O would have dropped their weapon and ran over, flinging him clear of the attack at the last moment.

They’d be covered in frost instantly, and drop to the ground. The very air they BREATHED hurt them because it was so cold. 

He’d rush over to them, fending off another attack before it could hurt them even more.

However, they’d be frozen where they had dropped, and start shaking uncontrollably. They wouldn’t feel like they couldn’t breath and everything would start to fade.

It was so cold.

Meanwhile, he’d have to leave them on the ground where they are so he can finish dispatching the enemies with the rest of the group. 

Once that’s done he’d rush back to their side and pull them into his arms. 

Ignis would tell him they’d need to get them to a safe area and raise their body temperature before it took too much of a toll.

They’d do just that. They’d get to a haven, strip them down to their tanktop and jeans, bundle them in blankets by the fire and Noctis would just hold them.

They’d hope it was enough. 

When they’d come to, they’d still fell cold, but alive. And Noctis would kiss them all over their face in relief, and tell them never to do that to him again. 

They’d dead look him in the eye and refuse. “Feelings for each other aside, it’s part of my JOB to keep you alive.”

So he’d retaliate by refusing to let them free of the blankets and his arms until they agree.

They wouldn’t mind, “I’m still cold anyways.”

Of course, then he’d threaten to leave them by the camp fire alone. 

Which, they reply they’re certain one of the other guys would be GLAD to help them warm up. (They’re joking but that only makes Noctis sullen and cause him to ignore them even if he refused to let them go.)

It’s be a source of tension. They’re willing to die for him, but he’d want them to live for him.

TLDR; He’d panic, but do right by them. He’d do everything he could to make them better, and when they are better, he’d make them promise not to do it again. However, if they don’t agree he will grow angry. But not at them. It’d make him want to strive to be better. So the next time he’s in a situation like that, his S/O wouldn’t have to almost die for him. 

Prompto:

He hadn’t seen the MT until it was too late. They had lunged forward for him, a diagonal slash ready to take him out of the battle.

But it never landed. His S/O tackled him out of the way, but in the process was struck themselves. 

The blow landed across their collar bones, much too close to the throat for his comfort. And they’d start losing blood. A frightening amount of it, and they’d be unconscious in seconds.

He’d press his hands to the wound to try and slow the bleeding and it does help some. But the blood would start to stain his hands after a while.

He’d start gunning like a madman, never leaving their side. Just pointing and shooting through his fear. 

When the battles over, he’d quickly call everyone over to see who had a curative. 

He’d pour the potion down their throat, and feel the skin knit back together under his hands. 

They wouldn’t wake though. The potion could heal the flesh but not replace blood.

So they’d camp for the night, and Prompto would wait for them to wake up after trying to wash their blood from his hands. (It’s stained there, and scared the shit out of him every time he sees it.)

When they wake they ask if HE’S alright.

His starts gibbering nonsense he’s so pissed at them, turning red in the face from frustration, and only managed to make one sentence come out clear. 

“DON’T DO THAT AGAIN.” 

And they’d laugh, high pitched and clear and pull him down into a kiss with them. “I love you too.” 

TLDR; He’d panic as well, but handle it. It would only be after they’re out of danger and recovering he’d realize, “holy shit, I almost lost them.” He’d find the thought so upsetting, he wouldn’t be able to make actual words come out of his mouth, only distressed noises. And he’d be angry at them. He’d think he wasn’t worth dying over.

Gladio:

He had trained to handle dangerous situations, and could withstand most things. But one doesn’t walk away from a fight with a coeurl unharmed.

When it casts lightning at him, he fully expected to be taken out of the fight by it. He was prepared for it.

But nothing could have prepared him to see his S/O step in front of him so calmly, and absorb the shock meant for him.

On someone his size, it would have hurt him yes, maybe even kept him down for a week or so. But on someone their size…

Their heart stopped dead in their chest and they fell to the ground.

He’d roar and end up fighting all the harder. And when the beast is dead he’d demand a phoenix down to bring them back.

And up the feather going up in flames, they’d inhale sharply and clutch at his sleeve. 

“You’re okay. You’re okay.” He’d reassure. And then he’d scoop them off the ground and carry them to their camp. 

He knew that no matter what he’d say that they loved him too much to let him be hurt. And he’d do the same. It was an understanding between them.

That didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt him to think about losing them because of his mistakes.

TLDR; He accepts that their love will cause them to protect the other, and get hurt on the other’s behalf. And he’d fine with it. But he’d suffer mentally and scold himself over and over if he did almost lose them.

Ignis:

He’d usually so careful. He watches the other’s backs and heals when he’d needed. And as a result he watches his own back constantly as well. He can’t afford to slip up when the others rely on him.

But all’s it takes is one misstep. 

An MT assassin rushing up to him in a blind spot. He’d hear his S/O yell his name too late and brace for the pain.

But it never came. He’d look behind him and see his S/O standing over the defeated MT. He’d thank them, and they’d say think nothing of it.

It wouldn’t be untl after the battle he sees that they’ve been run through with a poisoned blade. 

They’d hang on just for him though, refusing to go unconscious while he administered the antidote first, and then pull the blade out and gave them a potion.

They’d be a shaky mess from how hard it was to hang on, but in the end he’d pull them into an embrace. He’d feel so guilty for letting his guard waver.

“everyone needs someone to watch their back Ig. You can’t be perfect.”

TLDR: he’d be the most stable out of them all, the emotions of almost losing them hitting him after they’re fully healed and out of danger.