Tag: final fantasy 15

Are you still accepting matchups? If so, could I please request one? I’m early 20s, 5’5.5″ (the half inch is super important) with short brown hair. I’m very petite, and can be pretty quiet unless I’m alone with a person, in which case I can talk for hours. Despite that, I’m still more of a listener. I’m an artist, studying 3D and animation, and I always take a lot of pride in the things I make, almost to a fault. I can also play guitar and I haven’t slept properly in almost 3 years. Thanks!!

I match you with Noctis!

It’s be a quiet relationship, one where both of your wouldn’t feel the need to fill the silence. He’d prefer anything said between the two of you to be just the two of you anyways. He seems like he’d be a private person. Not only that, but we all know he sort of bottled things up when he really shouldn’t. So having someone that’s good at listening would also be good for him.

You’re both proud people, and I don’t see this being a problem really, it would just be something to watch out for that you both wouldn’t get too proud. He’d be interested in your art, and I’m sure he’d love listening to you play guitar. (Plus, I think both of you would have issues sleeping, so staying up late and passing the time with each other would be a thing.)

Happy to see another awesome FFXV imagines blog! I really enjoyed reading the Noctis and childhood friend-who-becomes-his-s/o writing you did and I was wondering if you could please do that for Iggy. I really love the idea of him having a longtime s/o, especially when it comes to the chapter 9 (and beyond) stuff lol. ^^ Thanks so much!!

Alrighty! 😀

It’d be a quiet friendship. One of the ones where you just see each other, and decide, “Yes, this is my person.”

They’d first meet when they’re 8. Ignis would be on his way into his lessons, and they’d be on their way out. Both are training to be advisers in the future, though they would be training for a lower tier than Ignis. 

It would only take moment, but from then on when they’d see each other going from one lesson tutor to the next, they’d stop and talk for a few minutes, becoming friends. (Though they’d, in the spirit of professionalism, call each other colleagues as they grew older.)

This would go on for a few years, and eventually it would lead to them talking everyday on their phone in their spare time.

He’d talk about his future advising the prince, and some of the troubles he had with that.

They’d talk about how it was to sit in on their parent’s advising sessions with the council and some of the troubles they’d be dealing with when they were older.

Occasionally in high school, they’d meet up for lunch or dinner to talk face to face. Even if they worked in the same place, and in the same field even, it was rare that they’d actually see each other due to their duties. 

(Also in high school they’d start dating other people, much to everyone around them’s distress.)

They also wouldn’t see each other unless they scheduled each other in. 

People would start gently prodding at them, wondering if they realized their own depth of feelings for the other.

Both, to be honest, are oblivious to their own feeling. But this was one of the rare cases where it’d work. Neither would push or pull in either direction, and things would just happen naturally without any words said.

In later years something would shift between them and they’d actually schedule moments together at work. Not to talk or anything, but just to be in each other’s presence. 

(It would also be at this point in time both have stopped dating other people, figuring that dating isn’t for them.)

Outside of work would also have shifted. They’d be comfortable enough to sleep over at each other’s apartments. They’d even sit on the couch and just nestle together. (When had they grown comfortable with contact with one another? Neither knew, it just sort of happened.)

Surprisingly, neither would state they’re dating. (No matter how much literally EVERYONE was pressuring it to turn into that.) Both wouldn’t want to hurt what they had with one another by labeling it.

All others in the Citadel have an unspoken rule of ‘DO NOT PURSUE EITHER OF THEM FOR THEIR OWN SAKE’ but visitors don’t know this.

Which leads to some situational jealousy when visiting noble children take a fancy to one of them. But both would just have to bite their tongue and walk the other way, lest they say something offensive due to this sudden uncontrollable possessiveness they felt. 

They’re so dense about their own feeling they wouldn’t even understand why they felt possessive. Meanwhile, everyone around them would be like, dropping hints. EVEN GLADIO would be aware of it, but know better than to push. (Noctis and Prompto on the other hand are full on like, trying to think of how to get them to realize how much they care for one another. MEDDLING.)

(It frustrates EVERYONE when they still introduce each other as colleagues even after all this time. ‘Can’t they say FRIEND at least?’) 

It’s only when it’s revealed that Ignis will be leaving for a year that they realize they’ve seen each other everyday for years, and neither really knows how to deal with this revelation. (I lowkey head canon that he was sent to travel for a year to get to know the world and see how things work outside of the crown city. As a finishing element in his education to be Noctis’ adviser.)

In the months leading up to his departure, they’d both have time to think of how they felt for each other, grow closer, and finally consider themselves dating. 

Their first kiss was…well, it was something else considering they’re pretty sure they’ve loved each other since they were children. All that pent up tension gone into this one kiss.

(Side note;  I think they’d enjoy still keeping it on the down low. Everyone is still exasperated with them and unaware that their relationship finally shifted into romance.)

When he finally does go, they’d both try and call each other often. But with his future s/o’s duties picking up, they’d be hard pressed for times to talk.

Upon his return, nothing outwardly would change. Both would be full fledged advisers and adults, and keep everything about themselves professional. 

Outside of work though, they keep it hidden that they live together unofficially. They have half their things at his place, he has half his things in theirs. 

Both aren’t very worried when it’s announced that he’ll be escorting Noctis to his wedding. It’ll be a month at most right? They bid their goodbyes earlier the day he leaves and both fall into their usual routines. 

But then Insomnia falls. And there’s no answer to his phone calls. He’d worry endlessly, but both have always put their duties before each other. That was what they’re trained to do after all. 

Things seem a lot bleaker to him, and it shows through subtly in his interactions with the others. 

It isn’t until much later, when they reach Lestallum after the mess with the titan, that he receives a call from an unknown number. He doesn’t answer and they don’t leave a message. 

However, when they’re doing a supply run after getting back the Regalia, he catches sight of them. It’s one of the rare moments he loses his composure and actually SPRINTS over to them.

They drop everything in their arms, which luckily wasn’t much, and throw their arms around him. After he’d put them down, they’d start talking and just, losing themselves in each other. 

They both thought the other dead. 

They’d spend the night catching up with one another, Ignis actually letting Noctis out of his sight for the night. They’d describe the fall of the city, and how they manged to survive. Not many of the advisers did it’s revealed. Most fell trying to guard the king. 

They’d even reveal that at one point in time, they had almost died. 

Ignis would also share his experiences on the road, and what the future may bring. 

(TBH the boys would be lowkey tailing them, along with Iris, because HOLY SHIT THEY’VE BEEN DATING FOR HOW LONG?) 

But in the morning they’d have to leave each other’s side again. But this time they have a way to contact each other and his S/O would wait for him to call. They never dared call him in case he was in a dangerous situation. 

They’d wait for him to visit as well, never pressuring him to come back to them. 

Their relationship would probably be the most stable thing in Ignis’ life actually. And that fact that they’d be willing to stand by him through everything would mean the world to him. 

Headcanon with Noctis & s/o spending time at the Chocobo Ranch. Bonus: The little chocobos follow her/him because they really like him/her for some reason. How will the sleepy prince react ^-^

Awwww. Will do!

Upon arriving at the ranch, the two would split away from the others for a while.

Noctis’ S/O wouldn’t say anything, but he’d still notice that constantly being on the move was starting to wear on them. 

He’d be the one to bring up the idea to spend time together, and they’d readily agree. Though, they’d be the one to suggest the Chocobo Ranch. 

The others would busy themselves with other things, or even just relax in the caravan. (But Prompto will occasionally sneak up on them to snap a picture or two.)

Their first stop would be Wiz, to get something a snack on before going to see the Chocobos. 

It would be then that Noctis’ S/O would notice that they have an admirer. 

It’d start with a tugging at their shoe laces and a peep would be heard from under the table. 

They’d both look under and see a Chocobo chick trying to get the S/O’s attention. The S/O would laugh and bend down to pick it up, letting it nestle into their lap while they ate. 

Absent mindedly, they’d run their hand through it’s feathers and it’d fall asleep on them. 

When they’d finish eating, they’d gently wake it and place it back on the ground. 

It would be then that they’d go over to the shop and buy some gysahl greens to feed the chocobos in the pens.

Upon arriving over by the pens, one of the older Chocobos would start rearranging his S/O’s hair and clothes, grooming them.  It’d then squawk at them indignantly if they tried leaving it. (Perhaps because they now smell like a baby chocobo from the one having slept in their lap?)

So they’d decide to rent a pair and go for a ride around the ranch. 

And of course they’d stumble on the race tracks. Noctis’ S/O would automatically want to race. (Because of course they do.)

So they’d give it a try and whoops, they were not expecting that a chocobo could move so fast. 

They’d both not really trying to win, they just want to see how fast they could go. 

But suddenly a sabertooth would jump out and take a swipe at them. (Where’d it come from?)

Noctis would summon his sword and his S/O would summon their lance and they’d try and take it out as fast as possible. The last thing Wiz needed was another incident like Deadeye happening. 

It’d be over quick, but his S/O’s arm would be injured.

Their chocobo would be distraught and would’t let Noctis near them when it realizes that they’re hurt. So they have to ride back to the chocobo ranch before being able to treat it.

They wouldn’t mind, they’d laugh at the situation in all honesty. “I think it adopted me.”

They’d get back, leave the chocobo in the pen (though it’d throw a fit when they walk away) and go to where the others are to pick up a potion for his S/O.

After being healed, they’d just go and sit and pet the chocobo’s for a while. 

The baby one from earlier would see them and start hopping along behind them, peeping occasionally to try and get their attention again. And this time it has a friend with it.

They’d entertain the two with attention for a bit before returning their attention to the older ones. They’d go and calm the chocobo they had ridden earlier, and though it wouldn’t understand, reassure it that they’re fine. 

It’s nuzzle them, and let them leave after that because…

There would now be three chick following them. Believe me, they’d be confused but Noctis would chuckle at the sight. 

They’d allow it and go sit in the grass beside the shop to just sit and talk. Which of course, would allow the three chicks to nestle all around them. They’d peck at Noctis if he tried to touch his S/O.

“I wonder why they like you so much.” “Heck if I know.” 

He’d find it SO DAMN CUTE seeing his s/o with the little chocobos.

Cue the resident black chocobo baby hopping along and perching on Noctis. However, they’d be facing his S/O and ignoring him.

They’d both get a laugh out of it, and notice that the others were starting to nestle around them as well. 

(Prompto would be dying of the cuteness, and a bit jealous, but taking pictures or the two with all the chicks none the less.)

His S/O would end up with about 5 baby chocobos sitting with them, and Noctis, by proximity, would end up with three. 

Wiz would walk over and comment on the amount. Apparently, Chocobo babies weren’t really the cuddly type. (It would normal for the chocobo chicks to take a liking to at least one person a day and follow them around for a bit. But it was a little abnormal that so many liked the same person and even stuck around them for so long.)

Noctis would, oddly enough, be a little proud of his S/O at this. 

They laugh it off and comment that animals always seemed to like them. 

Eventually though, they’d have to shoo them away so they could retire for the night. (But not without their ‘chocobo mom’ preening them when they pass by before letting them leave for bed.)

The only down side is both parties would be finding chocobo down in their hair for DAYS. 

Bonus: Upon meeting Aranea and her seeing how different animals acted around them, she’d mention how their deposition reminded her of the beast tamers in Niflheim, “If you’d grown up there you’d fit right in with them.”

(Lowkey, they’d secretly start trying out some of what Aranea mentions and, to their surprise, it works.) (Now imagine the first time they try this skill out in battle and it works on a coeurl.)

2nd Bonus: I headcanon that Niflheim had a lot of job classes that Insomnia doesn’t. (Like dragoons)

Some angsty fluff with his s/o and him fighting about her going on a hunt with out him in the morning?

She’d wake up before the sun rose. She’d have been sleeping by Gladio in their hotel bed. Normally, they’d wake up together and go and spar, or maybe go for a run together. But the night before, perhaps, had been a trial. Maybe they’d simply been outside late, or maybe they’d been a large fight the night before. Point is, no one would be alert enough to notice her slipping out and getting her jacket. Even Gladio would be dead to the world.

But not her surprisingly. She’d be good at functioning on little sleep, and lately she was the one who’d wake up the other. But they needed the rest. Plus, it’d worry her endlessly that they were starting to run low on gil. So she’d have made the decision to go on a bounty herself. After dressing for the day and before leaving she’d press a kiss to Gladio’s forehead and whisper that she’d be back soon. Not that he’d hear her of course. 

She’d leave and go to the nearby diner and speak to the tipster there. After picking which bounty she was going to go after, she’d remember to take her tags out of her pocket and put them around her neck. Just in case. Perhaps she used to be a hunter before meeting Gladio and used to do this on her own all the time. Perhaps this was her first hunt alone. Either way, she’d want a way to identify her if anything went wrong. 

So she’d go, and one by one she’d lure her bounty away from their group and take them out. She knew if she fought them as a whole, as the boys often did, she’d be overwhelmed in seconds. But she worked though them all slowly, and though there were a few moments where she’d been nearly hurt, she made it through alright. She’d notice at some point during her hunt the beasts had managed to claw off her tags and a piece of her jacket. She’d figured she’d find them later and continue with her hunt.

It is during this time that the other woke up. Of course, Gladio is slightly startled when he sees her missing. But he accepts the other’s explanations. Perhaps she was hungry and went for breakfast? Or maybe she’s just exploring around outside waiting for them. Though you can imagine he’d be a little distraught when they get to the diner and find out where she went. But she could take care of herself right? 

But that’s when news of some possible tags laying on the ground. Right in the location she was hunting. The boys would then kind of hurry out there and look for her. And of course they’d find them right where they were rumored to be. With no other sign of her, Gladio would just sort of shut down. But then she’d come around a corner, a bit bruised but otherwise perfectly fine. It’d be noon by then, and she’d smile at them all not seeing anything wrong with all of them there. Then she’d notice her tags in Gladio’s hands, the expression on his face, and dart over to him.

Generally, at the sight of how scared he looked, she’d panic and try to reassure him, ‘No, love, I’m right here, I just dropped my tags earlier.’

He’d wrap her in a hug and would refuse to let go. Even when she’d try pulling away. Recognizing that she’d scared him, she ask the others to give her a minute with him. She’d sigh after they left and ask if he was alright. 

‘Of course not,’ he’d say, ‘I thought…your tags…What were you thinking coming out here alone!?’

She’d actually feel a little offended by that statement. ‘Gladie, I can take care of myself out here. I’m not hurt, look.’ 

Eventually, this would dissolve into a heated argument, all while Gladio refused to let her go. Which, would start to irritate her since she, when angry, the last thing she wants is a hug. She’d hold her own point that he should have more faith in her abilities. He’d argue that if her enemies got close enough to take a swipe at her neck, she’d needed someone there to watch her back. Which would dissolve into even more fighting. She’d manage to pull away to arms length during this, but no further. She’d be about to launch right back into the argument, but Gladio would cut her off with a kiss. Which would surprise her into being quiet. 

‘Just let me worry alright?’ he’d whisper against her mouth. ‘You scared me when I found your tags.’

She sigh and finally nod. “Fine, worry all you want. But it doesn’t change that you’re overreacting. I’m not dead.”

This unfortunately for her, would lead to him throwing her over his shoulder and going to rejoin the rest of the group. She’d squawk indignantly and demand to be put down, her face burning. But her demand would be ruined by her laughing. They’d find the others and he still wouldn’t put her down. 

Revenge for making him worry he’d say, and she’d go dead weight in retaliation. (Not that it helped.) He’d get back to the car and finally put her down. She’d grab his hand and finally whisper to him that she was sorry for scaring him. 

It’d be relatively peaceful until the tipster reveals that the bounty was for 5 Albinogins. They’d start arguing again, and he’d be having some serious doubts about her judgement. She’d point out she knew what she could handle, and restate the fact that she WASN’T hurt. They’d argue into the night, but stay holding hands. 

Alright! So… what about a headcanon with Noctis and his s/o are tricking Ignis. Because he wants Noctis to eat his vegetables and is s/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. 

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.)