o always eat his vegetables when Ignis doesn’t look at them. That could sometimes be really difficult. How would they manage it? oAo

I can picture them eating with each other a lot, but oddly enough not when camping. Which is a part of their plan. Ignis would put vegetables on Noctis’ plate and expect them to be eaten. So they’d sit across each other and wait until his back was turned and they were done eating what they wanted. For Noctis, he’d eat everything but the vegetables, and for his S/O, They’d try to leave something else for Noctis to eat in exchange for his vegetables.

Then his S/O would get up and walk in front of Noctis, swap plates with him in a fluid movement, and keep walking away with the veggies. It was easy and smooth and Ignis had yet to catch them. (They’d been doing this since they were young after all.)

Gladio would feel as if he was betraying Ignis a little, but the first time they did this, they had walked over to him and promptly threatened to kick his shins everyday, for the rest of his life, if he ratted them out. So he doesn’t say a word, and even gets a chuckle out of how practiced the two are.

Prompto on the other hand, they’d just have to shoot a look at and he’d turn the other way. He’d remember when they were in high school, and Noctis’ S/O sat on him and tickled him until he begged for mercy for a rather unsavory picture he once took of them. He did NOT want to cross them ever again.

Hya! Can I request a fluffy scenario with Ignis and his S/O, it maybe a month after his trauma and his is still stubborn and unwelcoming, so they run him a bath, give him a massage with scented oils and tenderly kisses all over his scars?

Sure! No problem. (It kind of ended up being angsty fluff though. ._. And probably not what was requested. Sorry in advance if it’s not what you expected.)

They would decide to wait for him. They’d want to scream and cry for him, because he was clearly hurting, but they’d hold themself together. He was holding himself together they’d think, so what right would they have to fall apart for him? No, while he was still pushing everyone away, they would wait for him to be ready to accept people once more.

Though that wouldn’t change that they’d care for him. Every time the boys were in town, they’d stop by their house. It was a large one, and each had their own rooms to stay in when they were here. Something that was both a blessing and a curse.

The others would want to go explore, to breath, to take a break from each other. But Ignis would just shut himself in his room, and sit in the dark, and brood. But they’d try to reach him. They’d be relentless in trying to get him to show the affection he once had for them.

His S/O would miss contact with him. Because they did still love him no matter what he’d believed. They’d go to him and ask if he’d like a bath to wash off the dust from the road. After a pause he’d agree. So they’d go and run one, making sure the temperature is too high and maybe even adding some stress relieving bath salts to the water. When it was ready, they’d go to fetch him. He’d know his way around and would go to the bathroom himself. But as he’d start closing the door, they’d catch his hand in theirs, bring it up to their mouth and press a kiss to his knuckles before walking away.

A small gesture to reassure him they loved him. Even if he shut the door on them afterward, they’d just want to keep that fresh in his mind. They’d walk away and then return half an hour later with a towel and a fresh set of clothes. They’d leave them outside the door, knock, and let him know they were there.

He’d be able to get dressed on his own for the most part, so they’d leave him to it. They’d maybe return in another half hour to check what he wanted to eat. But they’d find him sitting on the bed with his shirt miss buttoned. He’d admit he has trouble with figuring out what goes where now, and they’d only reassure him it’s fine. He’d get it soon enough. They’d go over and help his fix his shirt with feather light touches, and then step away.

As they’d be about to leave the room, he’d grab their hand and just hold it. A silent plea to stay with him. One that they’d readily agree to. They’d lead him over to the bed and sit down with him. It’d be a rare moment when he’d want company. They’d sit next to him and lean their forehead against his shoulder while still holding his hand. It’d be silent in the room for a long time. They wouldn’t speak, because what could they say? Neither would know.

They’d just sit and breath and hold each other. Eventually his S/O would be the one to break the silence. “I love you.” They’d whisper. “And I know you’re angry right now. But I will wait. Even if you are never the same, I’ll wait.”

Because it’s unknown at this point in time if his vision would ever return. They just know that if it doesn’t, they’d still love him. He wouldn’t say anything in response and they’d get up to leave to start on dinner. But before leaving, they’d press a kiss to his cheek.The others would return to eat and things would be a bit more lively. But it would still be muted between the two.

But that would change hours later when he’d invite them to sit with him that night rather than sitting alone in his room. They’d lay in bed together, and eventually they’d start talking. The conversation would start off quiet, but it’d quickly turn light hearted. He’d laugh like he used to and for a while they could pretend everything was normal. And when he’d stretch his arms above his head and sigh in annoyance they’d offer to try and work some of the tension in his muscle out.

“I’m good with my hands.” They’d smile, and so he could ‘see’ it, they’d bring his hand to the corner of their mouth.

He’d agree, though a bit hesitantly. They’d press a kiss to his fingertips and state they’d be right back before getting up and going to their own room to grab what they’d need and return. He wouldn’t have moved and would be ‘staring’ off into the distance. Though he would turn his head upon hearing them reenter.

They’d check to make sure it’d be alright to remove his shirt first, and his face would show his discomfort with the thought, but he’d oblige. I can picture that his face wasn’t the only thing that was scarred, which is why he’d be a little self conscious. He’d be able to feel his scars, but wouldn’t know how they would look. But his S/O wouldn’t be fazed. Instead of commenting on them, they’d guide him into laying on his stomach and get to work on rubbing out any knots in his muscles.

They’d talk, and occasionally laugh while they worked, and he’d relax and nearly drift off while they did. His S/O would think he was asleep. They wouldn’t really think about it, but they’d lean forward and press a kiss against one of the scars on his back, and start to leave. But he’d suddenly grab them and pull them into bed with him. At first they’d try to wiggle away as a joke but then give up and just settle against him.

Behind them he’d start to speak about suddenly going blind. How it was to be unable to see the world. To be unable to see them. He’d describe what it was like and what it took from him. His fears and his worries, and how for the first time in his life, his future was unclear.

His S/O would turn around in his arms, and circle their own around him. They’d start pressing kisses along the scars on his shoulder. The ones hidden by his hairline. The ones on his temple. They’d kiss both eyelids and whisper promises to him. The scars wouldn’t take his friends. They wouldn’t take over his life. They would not take away those who love him.

Then they’d just curl up together, laying in the darkness of the room and simply letting silence wash over them until they’d fall asleep.

Hi, I’d like a match up! I am a 5’4, 20 year old woman. I have tawny straight hair past my shoulders and green-grey eyes with glasses, and I’m curvy with a bit of chubb. I am extroverted but won’t speak unless spoken to, and love debates, history, books, anime, and video games, but making art is my passion. I am a spitfire who cares deeply about friends and am mature for my age. I swear like a sailor yet I’m classy and polite, but I also have a rather sizeable vocabulary. Thank you!!

I match you with Gladio!

Personality wise, I think you two would mesh very well. Though his main focus is Noctis, he cares for his friends just as deeply. And I think with him initiating the conversations with you, and setting the tone out right, you two would have long talks and maybe even discussions about both your hobbies and duties. That would be the gentle part of this relationship.

You’re both spitfires when it comes down to it. I can picture that if you ever have disagreeing opinions on something, you’d just keep sort of bouncing all that fire off each other, and turning yourselves into infernos. I’m pretty sure you’d both have an extensive vocabulary, and would probably scare the shit out of the other boys when you argue.

But underneath it all you’d get along. You’d love that neither of you will bend so easily. Though, I can imagine that he’d enjoy messing with you by picking you up over his shoulder and just spinning around while you demand for him to stop and put you down. Or you’d just go dead weight and whine at him for tormenting you. (but if he ever took your glasses, you’d probably draw the line there and ignore him until he gave them back.)

Wow! Your blog is really amazing! Just found it but I totally sure it is great >:3. So what about some headcanons with Noctis & his S/O who he knew since their childhood. His S/O was always shy and weak but after years he/she became really open, brave and confident. Like Noctis always listend to their problem and feelings and now they do the same for him. (sorry for any errors ;_; English is not my native language. I’m german)

No problem! This is a cute prompt.

His S/O would be the child of a government official that works with Regis.

They’d have been of delicate health and always end up coming with their parent to work with them, so they’d be near by if they fell ill.

It wasn’t unusual. Most Government official’s children came to work with their parents. It was safer that way. Normally they’d have designated areas to play and interact while their parents were in meetings.

None really took an interest in the prince though. And like all kids, they bully the ones that are different.

Noctis would have happened to be sneaking around and caught sight of them being bullied and stepped in.

He scares them off, and even managed to scare his future S/O in the process. But then he’d take them with him while he’s running around and kinda look after them.

They wouldn’t say much at first, which Noctis wouldn’t mind. It was sort of fun just having someone tag along. But eventually they’d open up during their adventures around the palace, and a sweet personality would be revealed.

They’d talk back and forth, and Noctis would become a great support for them.

(Meanwhile, running around with Noctis took a lot of energy, but they didn’t mind. And after a while, it even began to help.)

They’d eventually become close friends, but would be separated when they start going to school.

They’d be sent to different ones, and for a few years, they’d lose contact with each other.

It would only be by chance that in high school, they’d meet again. They’d still go to different schools, but they’d bump into each other during a class trips to a museum of some sort.

And they’d decide to relive their childhood by sneaking off together just to hang out for a while and catch up.

(The school would be forced to notify Ignis that, whoops, the prince is missing. Cue the largest headache he’d have in his life.)

They’d be sneaking around on top of the museum, because no one would really think to look on the roof of a museum.

His future S/O would be something of a dare devil, balancing on the edge of the roof with a sort of ‘Devil may care’ attitude.

He’d probably point out how much they’d change and they’d agree.

“I’m not so soft anymore.”

They’d open up about all that happened while they were apart, and share the things that bothered them.

(Though his future S/O would hold back, recognizing that he seems super stressed out by thoughts of the future, like they once had been, and just let him vent.)

They’d eventually climb down to the bottom of the museum. (Or warp down depending on if they could convince Noctis to try and warp with them.)

They’d leave, and pass right behind Ignis who was searching for Noctis inside the museum.

Noctis would grab their hand and they’d take off running before he could see them. They’d pass by Noctis’ car, as Ignis had driven it here, and see the car keys inside.

His friend would try and convince him to take the car, but he couldn’t do that to Ignis. He’d make him worry but stranding him at a museum was a biiiiit much.

….but he does park it in a different place.

So they take off on foot and head to a cafe and just run about the town going wild.

Eventually when the day is over, he’d finally take out his cell phone and see exactly 23 missed calls from Ignis, and 4 voicemails.

They’d do the same and see that their caretaker had called them three times to check on them.

Both would snicker and finally return their calls.

They day would end with them waiting in a park to be picked up and they’d wait together. Before leaving each other’s company, they’d exchange cell numbers to stay in contact.

His friend would let him call them at all hours of the day and just listen. And if it ever seemed like he needed a break, they’d tell him to meet up with them. (Which leads to some hilarious conversations when it’s like, 3 in the morning and they’re urging Noctis to run off with them to cause trouble.)

Prompto of course would be invited on these trouble making trips, but very rarely would he actually go. (He can tell something’s between the two, and doesn’t mind sharing Noctis’ time.)

Together they’d constantly worry their families and friends by disappearing, but it wouldn’t stop them. It was selfish of them, but they couldn’t help it. They wanted to spend time together.

Eventually, of course, that would lead them to dating.

Their relationship would be a very large stress reliever for Noctis. His S/O, compared to when they were children, was so strong now. And they’d have nothing but compassion for Noctis’ position as the prince.

Okay, I need something angsty and emotional. While unknowingly being mislead, but Chocobros are tricked in attacking and severely hurting their pregnant S/O. She survives and so do child, but that the aftermath for that?

Owch.

TLDR; Basiclly blame Ardyn for everything.

Basic info: I picture their S/O having just found out they’re pregnant and not quite showing yet. The boys are fully aware of this, but they allowed them to accompany them so long as they stay out of combat…

Noctis: He really didn’t mean to. He had honestly thought it had been Ardyn coming toward him. And in the ensuing fight he hadn’t put the pieces together fast enough. It had been a long and drawn out fight, and Ardyn for some reason wasn’t fighting back, only defending. Eventually, he’d grown tired of chasing after him. He summoned the Star of the Rogue and thrown it in a perfect arc. It sunk into the wall and pinned him by his neck against it. But Ardyn only laughed. His hands were cut and bleeding from where they stopped the edges of the blade from cutting into his neck, and he still laughed. But then the vision of him flickered, revealing his S/O with her eyes wide and panicked as they watched him.

He’d curse and rush over to pull the star free from the wall and catch his S/O as she collapsed from relief that he had finally stopped attacking her. But she’d flinch at the contact with him. Her body would be riddled with deep cuts and gashes from trying to defend from him, and she’d be losing blood quickly. He’d scoop her up with no hesitation and rush to where the rest of their party was, demanding help. She’d pass out soon after, and they’d rush to heal her.

Once her cuts were taken care of and healed for the most part, they’d let her rest. Noctis wouldn’t leave her side, but nothing would prepare him for when she wakes up and absolutely FREAKS when she sees him. Like, ‘pulls a knife from her boot and tries attacking him’ freaks. He’d have to pin her down after getting the knife from her and try to get her to listen to him.

She’s kick and scream and cry because she was scared of him though. His heart would be tearing to pieces in his chest but he would still try to reach her.

The other would leave them be, figuring they’d need to sort this out for themselves. Once she stopped fighting him, he’d just switch to holding her while sitting behind her so she didn’t have to see him. He’d hold her firmly, almost squeezing her, just to reassure her, and himself, that she was safe. She’d still be shaking and her tears wouldn’t stop, but at least she would let him hold her. It would be silent in the tent for a long time. He’d whisper quietly, to himself and to her, about how sorry he was, and how it was inexcusable, and he put her and his future child as such risk. He wouldn’t ask for forgiveness, as he’d see his actions as unforgivable.

But she’d still say I forgive you. She wouldn’t do much else for a long time, other than let him hold her. Because she had been scared damn it. Not for herself though. Her life was nothing compared to the one that was growing inside her. She was grateful that nothing seemed to be wrong with her midsection, but just in case the next time the group was in a city or town, she’d discreetly visit a doctor to check that her child was still growing alright.

And once she was sure that they were okay, she’d gladly allow herself to grown closer with Noctis once more.

Prompto: Both he and his S/O had been taken by the MTs from the train. He when he fell and she when the MT’s had first started bombing. They would have been held together at first, and that would be when she’d reveal that she was ‘pretty sure she was pregnant.’ So when they decide to separate the two, Prompto does NOT take it well. He fights like hell, terrified of what may befall her when they’re apart. She’d be no slouch either, and fight just as hard. But without their weapons, there’s not much they can do. Prompto would take a hard strike to his temple that would disorient him, and his S/O would be overwhelmed and dragged off while screaming for him.

While apart, Ardyn would start planting the idea that the other was being turned against them. He’d reveal Prompto’s origins to his S/O and lie that he was still susceptible to being turned into a ‘real MT’. To Prompto he’d lie about his S/O being changed into an MT as they speak. And to drive the lie home he’d tattoo a barcode of her own on her wrist. He’d then lock them into a room with their guns in hand, with a wall between them. He’d warn them that the wall would soon rise up and that they’d be stuck fighting the one they love. The only question would be who would shoot first.

They’d both raise their guns to where they know their S/O is standing on the otherside. Both would be prepared to shoot. But Prompto’s reflexes are frighteningly fast, and the second he catches a glimpse of the tattoo, he pulls the trigger. But it’s not a killing shot thankfully. It’s a straight shot through the shoulder. She falls to the ground though, because a gun shot is a gun shot after all. And when she cries out in pain he realizes his mistake.

He’d rush over to her and cradle her to himself, pleading with her to stay awake. She would reach up and try to comfort him, just glad that what Ardyn said wasn’t true. She still had him. They wouldn’t be separated after that, but locked up in the same area as Noctis and co draw closer to rescuing them. Prompto would be strapped back into his restraints and she’d have her arms tied behind her back and dumped unceremoniously on the floor in front of him.

They’d eventually be saved, and she’d be near passing out until they give her a potion, and after that she’d rush to Prompto’s side to comfort him. He’d be trying not to cry, but the guilt of knowing he SHOT her would be killing him inside. She’d take the lead then, following Noctis and fighting at Promto’s side, watching both their backs. She knows that he’d be too emotionally unstable to be of much use in a fight. And though she knows of her condition, she’d make sure they got out safely.

Once they’re out and staying in a hotel, she’d lay with him, pulling him to her and letting him rest his head on her stomach. She’d promise that no permanent damage was done, and that everything was alright. He’d be extremely upset at how understanding she was being. He would want her to be angry with him. But she couldn’t. She knows what they went through. She fogives him for what he’d done, but the challenge would be getting him to forgive himself.

Gladio: Ardyn would plant seeds of doubt in him. Whispered words of her being a spy, planted evidence against her. But the nail in the proverbial coffin would be when he lures her outside of the camp to meet with him, and arranges for Gladio to ‘stumble’ upon their meeting. Not wanting to believe that his S/O would betray them, he’d listen while hidden. However, Ardyn would be prepared for this, and ask after the child she’d be having. She’d not respond, and he’d ask if she had even told Gladio about it, or would that make leaving with him too hard?

She be confused, as she hadn’t been planning on leaving and CERTAINLY NOT with him. But Gladio would take her silence as confirmation for two things. One, that she was with child. His child specifically. And two, that she was planning on leaving.

Oh he’d be pissed.

He’d go after them both with his great sword, and she’d summon her own to block his sword. Of course though, it would look like she was protecting Ardyn. All this time, Ardyn would have been earning her trust, which is why she blocked the blow. They’d glare at each other over their blades and spring apart. She’d tell Ardyn to leave, as the two of them had things to discuss.

The fight itself would dissolve into sickeningly sweet endearments spat at each other along with veiled insults.

“Gladio, darling, perhaps if you’d keep a fucking clear head we could actually talk about this!”

“Sweetheart, my head is clearer than it’s been in! A! Long! Time!”

It’s literally a clash of titans, and neither come out of it unscathed. Gladio will be sporting a new scar on his arm from where she nearly cleaved it in two. She on the other hand, is sporting a mottled and bruised body, especially her middle.

What snaps them out of it is when she suddenly throws up blood from one of his strikes he had landed on her. She’d pull her hand away from her mouth and see the blood on her hand, and suddenly she’d be scared. So scared, her vision starts tunneling.

“The baby.” she say. And then her eyes would roll into the back of her head and she’d pass out.

Gladio, seeing his foolishness, would rush forward and grab her, haul her to the car and basically throw everyone else into the car without warning. (He’d literally dump Prompto into the back seat still inside his sleeping bag with a poor confused sunshine fluff struggling to understand what’s going on.)

HE’D also be the one driving.

Prompto would be screaming the whole way, and Ignis would just keep his eyes closed and pray to the six that they’d survive. Noctis would have an arm around Gladio’s S/O and be ready to warp away just in case they wreck…

Gladio is a terrifying driver after all.

They’d get to a hospital in one piece and she’d be rushed into the emergency room to check her over. He’d mention that she was also pregnant and they reassured him that they’d check on that as well. A few hours would pass and she’d be allowed visitors. (Her and the pregnancy made it though okay.) He’d go in and ask for privacy to speak with her.

They’d discuss, calmly this time, what had happened and exactly what was going on. He’d be overjoyed that he was going to have a child, but horrified at how close it had been to being lost. Now she’d be pissed and slap him as hard as she could. (She’s no soft woman, and Gladio has to fight off the darkness that’s trying to creep over his eyes afterwards.)

“You BELIEVED him?!” She’d began to rant, and there wouldn’t be any love in her insults as she verbally tears him apart. He’d shut her up with a kiss and she’d settle down. They’d talk about how they clearly needed to work on trust and their tempers to prevent something like this from happening again.

Ignis: Ignis would be fully aware that his S/O’s pregnant, and would be almost suffocating her with affection and attentiveness daily. But then Ardyn would send MT’s after the group and have them cornered at the edge of a cliff. They’d be lunging at them, and shooting, and there’d be no where to go but down. Which wasn’t an option. So they’d fight. And when it seems like they’d get out unhurt, one MT slips past their guard.

Ignis’ S/O would get struck in the face, the blade of a lance cutting their cheek. But that wouldn’t be all. To dodge the subsequent attack they’d be forced to take another step backwards and knock into Ignis. He’d, not realizing it was them, promptly grab their arm and slam them to the ground. He is not a weak man.

She’d feel something inside her crack and gasp with the pain. For the rest of the fight she’d be out, and Ignis would be horrified at what he’d done. But there’d be no time to help her, as they were quickly becoming overwhelmed now that they were down a person. They’d fight hard and recklessly so they’d be able to help her sooner. And as soon as they’d triumph, Ignis would rush to her side to heal her.

Meanwhile, she’d be having trouble breathing. To the point where she’d start seeing spots. Perhaps a rib punctured her lung. Perhaps she just simply has weak lungs that could stand the high impact of when he slammed her. Point is, she stopped breathing and Ignis is panicking. Potions wouldn’t work, and he would desperately look for a phoenix down. When he finds one he wastes no time in using it on her.

It works.

She sits up from where she’s cradled in his lap with a gasp, inhaling as if each breath was her last. (It nearly was just a bit ago) He’d latch onto her and apologize to her in hushed tones. She’d shake her head and press a kiss to his forehead.

“It happen’s Ignis.”

They’d hold each other and just close their eyes. She hadn’t been out long enough for it to affect the child, but just in case the next time they’re in a city Ignis takes her to a doctor and gets a full check up done on her and their unborn child. She agrees to put his mind at rest.

Can I request a scenario for gladio! I need help because I would leave my husband for him 😍 shh. Anyways, can I have gladio’s S/O showing up and saving the day after he thinks he lost her? Full of fluff and love? Thank you in advance if you get time!

(Since you used ‘her’ as a descriptor for his S/O, I’m going to go ahead and use she,her,hers pronouns.)

I can picture this happening with the boys during a fight inside a cave. Perhaps the S/O has only been with them for a short while, or maybe they’ve been there with them since the beginning. Either way they’re fighting at their side. Or they should have been. When the smoke clears and everyone thinks they’re safe they’re all stand around to take a breather. They’re all happy to have made it through unscathed. Gladio would have been about to walk over to make sure his S/O was alright, a grin on his face.

But no one would notice the goblin’s hand shooting up from the edge of the cliff Gladio’s S/O was standing beside. She’d get pulled backwards with wide eyes and a scream. Gladio would shout her name and rush over to the edge. He’d pray that it was only a short drop. But when he’d reach the edge there’d only be a bottomless darkness. To make matters even worse, the scream could still be heard…until it was cut short. It was a long way to fall judging by her scream.

A nearly impossible height to survive from.

He’d shout their name again, and again, hoping that she would respond, hoping that there was still a trace of life left in her. The other boys would have to pull him away from the edge, with a lot of struggle. He’d fight them as they tried to make him leave, because god damn it that’s his S/O down there! But they’d have to leave, because his shouting would call even more enemies to them.

They’d manage to drag him to the entrance, but that’s as far as they get before the floor beneath them crumbles, a trap set by some of the denizens of the cave. They end up on a lower level, a little bruised but okay. But they they all get separated by the goblins. Noctis ends up sliding down a steep decline into the darkness. Prompto would manage to get himself dragged off into a hole by goblins. Ignis lost his glasses in the fray, and ends up falling down a different passage than Noctis. Galdio makes his stand right there.

They all manage to fight their way back to each other after grueling hours of fighting, but are out of potions completely now. They’re surrounded and all nearly done for. They’ve no more phoenix downs. All have fallen at this point, and there’s no hope.

Or so it seems. Gladio’s S/O appears from one of the many passageways, running full tilt before leaping into the air and driving her own great sword into the ground and sending the nearest goblins flying. She’d keep swinging, and Gladio through his haze would see her. She’d look like fire and death, but she’d be alive.

It was only when she’d cleared an area of the goblins that she’d pull out a mega phoenix and revive them all.

“We need to leave!” she’d say, and rather than fight they’d run. They’d have Noctis warp back to the original entrance because lets face it, they’re all here to protect him in the first place. The sooner he’s out of danger the sooner they can focus on themselves. He’d argue, but Gladio would have none of it and would threaten to throw him up there if it came to it.

He’d agree and then Gladio’s S/O would grab his hand and lead them back down the passageway she came from. She’d point to a place where they could get out, but because she was -ahem- a bit on the short side, she couldn’t reach it herself earlier. Gladio would make her go first, Ignis second since he still didn’t have his glasses, he’d watch Prompto scramble up the opening as quick as he could, and then Gladio would pull himself up before the goblins could reach them. His S/O of course would help him back to his feet.

They’d pause for a moment and just grab each other in a hug and hold on for the longest time. “We have to go, we still have to reunite with Noct.” Prompto would mention, warily eyeing every passage he could see.

They’d pull away and look each other in the eyes, a silent promise to speak later.

They’d make their way out of the cave and find the original entrance soon after. Noctis would be pacing there waiting for any sign of them. They’d all reunite and decide to get the hell out of their for the night. The cave would be labeled too dangerous for them to go into, and to not return unless they were heavily prepared.

They’d find the nearest haven and make camp for the night, each of them leaving to try and calm themselves down on their own.

Except Gladio. You can bet he’d stick to his S/O side like glue after the scare he had today. She wouldn’t mind and they’d sit at the edge of the haven, their legs dangling off the side. She’d quietly take one of his hands and hold it with both of hers. She’d lean against him and whisper sweet nothings, reassuring each other that they were both still there.

Eventually, he’d ask how she survived. She’d say luck and describe what happened while she was down there. It really would only be luck that saved her. The pouch she uses to carry her items was underneath her in the fall. A phoenix down had broken in her bag and that’s what saved her. It brought her back, but only barely, she had next to no energy to move, and though she had heard him calling her, she couldn’t respond.

She passed out and was lucky nothing bothered her in the dark. When she woke, she had no flashlight and basically had been wandering blindly. But she managed. She fought when she needed to, and made it back to the level she had fallen from. That was when she caught sight of their flashlights in the distance, and ran toward them. Imagine her surprise when they were all on the ground and nearly dead.

Gladio would reply with his part of the story. This would lead to them kissing each other softly and whispering how they never wanted to scare each other like that again. They’d make each other promise though, that if one of them fell in battle the other would keep moving and wouldn’t try to go back for them. (Neither agreed to this. But it was the thought that comforted them.)

They’d stay there and just hang onto one another, reassuring themselves that they were there.

(Prompto would take a picture of this, but wouldn’t tell them.)

I’d like a match up. I’m a guy I’m 6 ft in height and I have green eyes and dark brown hair with glasses. I’m pretty collected most of the time and I’m observant of the people around me and I always consider peoples feelings before speaking. The more I talk to people the more I open up and joke. I can be a little dorky or perverted at times even if it’s just playfully. I love playfully teasing others but if people tease me about things I get of embarrassed but I always try to brush it off.

I match you with Aranea!

Aranea is a tough person to get to know. She seems like the kind of girl that will hold someone at arms length away and try and keep it that way. But your personality rings as sweet. Something that’ll draw Aranea out of her shell a little at a time. It’s would probably start with jokes and playful banter. I can see her full on flirting with you and not expecting anything of it. And teasing you would probably be kept lighthearted, and if she ever felt like she had said something that embarrassed you a bit too much, she’d tone it down right away. (Because, whether she likes it or not, she care about others.)

Your observance would come in handy if you were travelling with her I think. She’s someone who sees the big picture, but not many of the little details. You’d be her eyes for details, and probably her reminder that life doesn’t go from point a to point b without a lot of details. I think after spending time with you, she’d become more observant herself.

Can you do a headcanon thingy for Ravus who’s trying to court very shy and gentle person but ending up scaring a shit out of them and Luna have to “say the day”?

Ah! I’ve never done anything for Ravus, but I’ll do my best!

Ravus, despite all outward appearances and the confidence he has in battle, is completely at loss for what to do when it comes to liking someone.

It doesn’t help that the person he ended up liking has the deposition of a hyper-alert rabbit.

Every time he tries to approach, they seem to find something else to do and leave in a hurry.

This goes on for a while, and he doesn’t realize it, but his face grows more and more displeased every time they see him.

So his crush, thinking that they’ve somehow angered him, avoids him as much as possible and tries to stay out of his way for the most part.

Which ends up frustrating him even further.

So he tries, against his and Luna’s better judgement, to sneak up on them.

Well. It works.

They jump about a mile in the air, but once they settle down he actually manages tot get them to stay for a few moments to talk(Which ends up mostly being him speaking and trying to coax them into a conversation). But then, just like always, they bolt.

And they end up becoming a ghost for the most part when Ravus is around.

They see him before he sees them? Whoops! Away they go! They forgot they need something in the cellar.

He sees them before they see him? They’ll feel his stare and make themself scarce before he can approach them. (Which leads to some rather odd hiding places…like under a rose bush.)

Sometimes he finds them, sometimes he doesn’t. Either way, he gets this funny look on his face and his crush worries about that look sometime. He’ll help them out from where they’ve hidden and they’ll have a very…lack luster conversation. (Pulling them out of the rose bush was an event. One that resulted in tangled hair and rose petals clinging to the both of them for days. Neither bring this incident up in conversation. Ever.)

Gist of it is, Ravus is very…stubborn when if comes to pursuing someone they like. And his crush is very timid, and naturally runs from things that are chasing them.

Eventually, Luna has heard enough about the two dancing around each other and is nearly pulling out her hair in frustration. (She really wants her brother to be happy.)

She honestly feels like their opposing natures would compliment each other well, and bring balance into both their lives.

She decides to meddle and brings his crush flowers, stating they’re from Ravus.

The crush doesn’t understand, but accepts them with a pleasant smile on their face. (Luna is much easier to be around.)

Luna proceeds to explain things clearly in a gentle manner of why it seemed like Ravus was being a bit overbearing. This of course flusters his crush and they burry their face in the flowers Luna brought to them.

At this moment Luna counts her blessing as Ravus just happened to be walking by where the two were speaking. She waves him over and gets them to talk, actually talk this time, before taking her leave.

From there it would be up to Ravus to figure things out, and to the crush as well. (Though I think they’d both, after speaking for a moment, be pleasantly surprised about where this was going.)

Yo! I was wondering if you could do headcanons for Noctis and his crush spending the day at the Moogle Carnival?

Ooohh! That’s so cute!

“Where the hell are we?” Noctis would wonder. Meanwhile his crush would probably nudge him and tease, “I’m sure you can read.” And gesture to the signs and banners hanging around.

They’d get off the Gondola and immediately, due to the crowd, get separated.

His crush will probably be one of those people that easily gets lost, is entirely too trusting, and a bit on the spacey side.

Noctis, though a normally a solitary person, would be freaking out that he lost them because of this, and worry about them until he found them again.

The crush on the other hand would be running about the carnival, trying to find a gift for Noctis, not even thinking that he’d be worried about someone like them.

(They probably both thought that the other didn’t think of them as they thought of the other. Lots of pining and unresolved feelings.)

They’d end up passing each other quite a few times, just glimpses through the crowd. Noctis would find this vexing and eventually warp to their side, stares be damned.

Except he’d overshoot it and knock them over while landing on them. (They’d both be mortified, but end up laughing about it as they got up.)

Eventually, after they make sure each other are okay, Noctis will become a little bold and grab their hand. He’d refuse to let go and and state that ‘this way we won’t get separated again.’

He’d be upset that he had been so worried, and even more flustered when he’d realize what he said.

Their crush will be slightly embarrassed, but would agree. “So long as you don’t get us both lost.”

Cue an awkward silence as they try to grown comfortable with one another’s hand in theirs.

That is until his crush sees the Chocobos that are waiting to be raced on a nearby dock.

They’d drag him over to the races and challenge him.

Long story short, they get a bit too competitive. The crush would fall off their Chocobo and into the water, and Noctis would panic and jump after them.

“AAAAaaaannnd now we’re both soaked.” The crush would state as Noctis dragged them back onto the dock.

(His crush is extremely accident prone. Something that he finds as endearing as he does frustrating.)

“You’re going to kill me with stress one day.” He’d state as a joke, and they’d just sit on the dock they’re at and let the sun dry them as much as possible.

But since it wouldn’t dry all they way, goofy carnival clothes here they come.

They’d decide to hit up a few of the food stands and go and pester the mascots.

Once that was done, they’d reach for one another’s hand(As it’s become habit very quickly) and just stroll around, enjoying the day.

They’d start talking a bit more about themselves. Their thoughts and hopes for the future. What they think of their friends and funny memories. Eventually, they’d find somewhere to sit and talk a little bit more about themselves and their current state of affairs.

Soon though, night would fall and they’d hear fireworks. They’d go and watch them, the crush enamored with the sight, while Noctis would watch as the light of the fireworks illuminated them.

He’d turn away just as his crush leaned his head against his shoulder, and turn bright red.

But…he’d gather enough courage and lean down to press a kiss to their forehead.

But they’d sit up at that moment and he’d end up kissing their ear instead.

If he wasn’t red before he’d definitely be now at that fail of a kiss.

His crush would take pity on him and laugh it off, right before grabbing the back of his head and pulling him into an actual kiss.

They’d leave the festival to find the others then, hand in hand and positively giddy at how the day went.

Match up please! I’m an INFJ girl who’s pansexual; i’m 5’4 and have green eyes with blonde hair that goes to the middle of my back, I’m a very understanding person who never judges people. I’m extremely quiet when it comes to being social I will literally just observe, I’m very introverted. When I feel comfortable around someone it’s another story, I can be really dorky and giggly and I have a sailor’s mouth lol, but only when i’m so close with somebody. I love video games and drawing!

I match you with Prompto!

I can picture you with Prompto simply because of your Myer-Briggs results. The Protector. Gentle, caring, deep. Caring is definitely a plus with him, considering he so set on proving that he has some value to the group as a whole, he often forgets to watch his own back since he’s watching everyone else’s. Which is where you’d come in. As someone who has the title of a protector I think he’d appreciate you watching out for him, even if he worries excessively about it as well.

Plus, I honestly think the both of you would be adorable together, due to how careful you’d be around each other at first. You’re both awkward around strangers, but creative individuals. Throw in that he seems to be one of the CLUMSIEST people around, and you’ve got yourself an adorable couple. He’d try and get you out of your shell around people of course. He’s rather extroverted. I think this would be a source of tension between the two of you.

Now, from how you described yourself, you’re an adorable individual. So the first time you cuss around him, his jaw is going to hit the floor. But then he’s going to burst into giggles. He, despite his outwardly appearance, rarely cusses. So seeing someone as small and cute as you is going to catch him off guard big time. I have a feel the the time you cuss aroudn each other the most though is going to be when you play video games. There’s no mercy when it comes to playing video games with each other.

I think you two would bond over your drawings and his pictures. Heck, if you ever needed references, he’d be willing to take a bunch of photos for you.