o with a nasty cold (sore throat and coarse voice, headache, runny nose, sore muscles and over-sensitive skin (not in the pleasant way)..)? Could use some chocobro fluff right now! :( Thanks a lot and sorry for my shity English!

Noctis:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Prompto:

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

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

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

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

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

Ignis:

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

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

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

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

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

Gladio:

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

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

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

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

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

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

May I ask for short scenarios regarding the chocobros and their selectively mute s/o? Like how did their first date went and after how many dates did their s/o finally decide to talk to them? And the chocobros’ reactions to hearing their s/o’s voice?

Noctis:

Them being selectively mute was a bit hard to work around at first. Noctis, though he was more observant than he let on, had a hard time reading their facial expressions. Just because of how controlled they were. When you’re mute, a lot of your communication rests on your face, especially for those that signed like them.

So, in order to get to know them more, he asked them to tutor him as he learned sign since he needed an extra language course to graduate. And of course, learning along side them, and being a part of their silent world, his feelings naturally progressed to a crush. When he could eventually hold a conversation in sign, proving he could understand them, he asks them out on a date.

Like most first dates though, it was less than glamorous.

It started raining and neither had an umbrella, so both looked like they had taken a swim on the way over to the diner they had chosen. A few rouge photographers from some of the trashier tabloids around insomnia had gotten a tip on their date, and were basically harassing them for ‘the scoop’. And then the waitress was bumped into when passing their table and ended up dumping a plate of rice on his date’s head.

Not the best start, but it was then that he realized that they had a voice. Because they had started laughing, high and clear. They ended up not kissing on the first date, because they don’t count it. It was too much of a disaster to count as a date they argued. (But Noctis totally counts it.)

They continue dating, of course, and make it a game to see if they can keep dodging the tabloids after that first fiasco. And it’s not until six months of dating that he hears their voice outside of laughing.

They had been spending the night, and Noctis hadn’t told them that it was the anniversary of the Marilith attack. So when he started muttering in his sleep and moving a lot, they naturally woke up. A nightmare they assumed, because he kept making pained expressions. They tried to wake him by stroking his hair, and when that didn’t work, shaking his shoulder. And when that didn’t work, without meaning to or thinking about it really, they called his name.

“Noctis.”

A secret not even Ignis knew was that Noctis woke up when his name was called. Not his highness, not Noct, but Noctis. So imagine his surprise when he woke up after hearing his name, but the only person in the room was his S/O. Normally he’d ignore his name anyways and try to go back to sleep. But his curiosity would wake him fully and he’d sit up in confusion. He wouldn’t realize it was them until he hears their quiet voice in the dark.

“Noctis? You were dreaming.”

He’d be speechless, which was a switch considering the past six month were of him talking. But then he’d snap out of it and bundle them into his arms before laying back down.

“Thank you for waking me.”

He wouldn’t make a big deal about it, but there would be a slight trembling in his arms. From love and appreciation that they had trusted him enough to finally let him hear their voice, and that they had been brave enough as well.

Prompto:

“Wow they’re a really good listener!” was his first thought when he ended up working with them on a photo shoot for his part-time. They were the lighting person. But then it would edge from being a good listener, to being unusually silent.

They’d be walking and he’d be in the middle of his sentence when he’d suddenly pause, look at them, and say, “You don’t talk, do you.”

They’d shrug and smile. Prompto would accept it, and just keep talking, but let them know, “If I talk too much, just feel free to like, put a hand over my mouth or something.” (They’ve only had to do this once.)

It would be a bumpy start to a friendship. With one party unable to speak, communication was tricky. And they didn’t want to do the pen and paper thing. So Prompto gets really good at reading facial expressions really fast. And it’s almost as good as talking. They still have the occasional hiccup, but it works.

The day Prompto asks them out, he’s rambling about a photo he took. “So I used this filter, and the lighting was perfect anyways, even without your help, and will you go on a date with me? And then I staged the camera like this-”

They put and hand over his mouth, and ended up laughing quietly. His face turned pink and they nodded, pointing to him and themself.

“You will?”

They’d smile. And Prompto would be ecstatic. He’d walk them home and then go skipping away practically to prepare for tomorrow. …But then he’d have to run back to their house to tell them when and where because he’d realize he forgot to tell them.

The first date wouldn’t be anything too big. It would be mostly walking around in the downtown area of Insomnia, hitting up a food cart, and making fun of some of the advertisements they see. Nothing goes very wrong, though there was a scare when a few drunkards decided to mess with someone who’s clearly an immigrant. But to that, they only glanced at each other, threw their drinks in their faces and ran, holding hands and laughing.

Most dates were quieter after that, and he’d even bring them along to meet his friends during a few times they were hanging out. It’s after one of these times, when he’s walking them home and about to leave, that they grab his hand and quietly say, “Stay.”

Beaming brightly and sweeping them off their feet he replies, “Of course.”

For the first time in almost a year, he’s heard their voice.

Gladiolus:

Now he’s done it. He was on a run and crashed right into someone when going around the corner to his home. Their bag popped open and papers went flying everywhere. Not to mention that they had banged their head pretty hard off the ground. He’d get them up in a hurry, ignoring his own scrapes and bruises, and ask if they were alright.

They’d wave a hand at him in a general expression of being fine. But then he’d sort of get worried about them not speaking. And things would go south very quickly. Because Gladiolus would panic, thinking he’d really really hurt them. Because they weren’t SPEAKING HELP.

But at the moment his father would happen around the corner after a walk. Upon seeing the panic and general chaos of the papers fluttering around, he’d want to turn back around and just go the way he came. Take the long way home. But then he’d see who it was and realize that he’d have to step in.

Gladio, meanwhile, would still be panicking about them not speaking. Thankfully Clarus steps in and says, “Good to see you’ve met one of the new Interns.”

He’d then explain that they don’t speak, that yes they were fine, but probably invite them back home for an ice pack at least. And wouldn’t take no for an answer.

After that initial meeting, Gladio would find them during work the next day, apologize again, and ask if they wanted to get lunch as an apology. (And what intern would say no to free food?) From there, they sort of figure out a way to communicate. They just message him on their tablet and he’ll just respond verbally. Which opens the doors for text jokes. (It’s very endearing to Gladio that when they send an emoji expression, it’s often the very same expression they’re making right across the table from him.) It becomes habit to meet for lunch, and sometimes dinner. Without even realizing it, they end up dating.

This is only pointed out when they run across Gladio’s friends who tease him for not telling them he was on a date. They look at each other, shrug, and he throws an arm around their shoulder and says, “Well, we are so…if you’ll excuse us.”

“But we want to meet them!” “Another time maybe!”

It’s only after their anniversary passes that he gets to hear their voice. Unfortunately, it’s because he ran into them again when they were coming over to dinner at his place with Iris. And the papers went everywhere. They hit their head again, he ended up with scrapes and bruises.

“Damn it Gladio.” It’s said so quiet, if there had been a passing car he wouldn’t have heard it. But he did.

Not the most romantic thing to hear, but Gladio laughs and scoops them off the ground. He doesn’t draw attention to it, worried that they didn’t know they had said something. And if they did mean to say something, he wouldn’t want to scare away any progress they’ve made to become vocal. He lets them go and sets about collecting their papers.

(Clarus walks around the corner again, and this time just turns on heel and goes the opposite way. Not dealing with this again.)

Ignis:

He’s heard them speak before they started dating. They had a habit of muttering to themselves while they worked.

They were considered a valuable member of the royal house hold. They had been a child when they received their title. Like Ignis, they grew up with their role. They were to be Noctis’ Chancellor. A secretary basically. But there was no need for them to be around Noctis just yet, not until Noctis was on the throne. But Ignis worked closely with them. There was a lot of paper work involved with Noctis surprisingly. He just didn’t know it because that was their job.

Though Ignis had to be there for a portion of it. Which is how he’d heard them. He’d be walking by the door and catch some of their thoughts they spoke out loud before knocking. (He knew their reputation of never speaking, and so didn’t bring it up.) And he wouldn’t let on that he heard them.

There were many times that they ended up eating together, lunch, dinner, overnight snacks, breakfast. Just depended on how much trouble Noctis had gotten into that week. Ignis, having worked with them for so long, knew sign and enjoyed their silent conversations together. It also helped at certain events Noctis was at, and they were more than willing to help Ignis hide or prevent the prince’s mistakes if it meant less paperwork. Eventually, they would be comfortable enough to mutter to themselves with him in the room.

He invites them to an actual dinner outside the citadel soon enough and they accept. From there, they’re really low key about it, if only to avoid becoming the citadel’s latest gossip. It goes on for about a year like this before they’re at an event. There’s a really pushy noble trying to ask out Ignis, and he’s declining as politely as he can. And considering he’s cornered with a lot of other nobles in the conversation, he can’t just walk away without appearing rude.

That’s when they step in and link their arm with his, smile and state quietly, softly, “He’s mine.”

They’d then pull him away while they’re in shock. Ignis would be red in the face, but only because he hadn’t expected the first thing they said in public, since they were a child even, to be that he was theirs. It would make him a bit more happy than it should. They’d sign to him that it’ll be all over the citadel tomorrow, but they’d deal with it then. He’d agree, and leave it at that for once.

Can I ask for a scenario with any of the boys in a Queer-platonic relationship with an ace s/o?

Anon dear, I’ll do my best. It’s my usual weird mix of headcanon and scenario instead I’m afraid. Please tell me if this turns out alright. I’ve sort of tried to capture what this kind of relationship would be like by experimenting…By which I mean I ended up writing for more than one person. I hope this is alright. I mostly assumed that they get their physical needs taken care of in other ways. But I didn’t want to elaborate on that too much. (For all i know maybe they’re all ace.)

Noctis:

He’d sit beside them on the couch, resting against one another in a calm silence, and holding each other’s hand. The TV was on, playing a radio station rather than a channel. It served to drowned out both their thoughts. It had been a bad day. And on those days, they needed each other.

This was their ritual. Something they never spoke about with each other, but just sort of occurred. They trusted each other wholly with their mental wounds. Their need for a quiet solitude with another. They knew that they weren’t listening to the music playing, but rather one another’s breathing. They needed the other’s grounding presence.

If someone walked in on the sight, it could have been mistake for a romantic moment between two lovers. But romance had no place among them. No. It was just the feeling of the other nearby. A trust. Not attraction, but a feeling that if it wasn’t precisely this person there with them, it wouldn’t feel right.

A shelter for the dark. Nothing more, nothing less.

Prompto:

With Prompto, things would be a lot more easy to mistake for romance. And a lot more tactile. He’d help fix their hair just to feel close to them, and they would play with the strands of his through out the day. They might lay their head on his chest to hear his heart beat, while he would nuzzle into their hair and sleep. They’d play with each other’s hand when they’re distracted, brush against each other’s thighs when they want their attention for something, link arms when walking together, and just genuinely lack a need for personal space between the two of them.

People often ask them why they aren’t dating already, but they always, each other them, have the same answer. “It’s not like that.”

Because it isn’t. This isn’t love. Not in the way one would expect. This was more of a need fulfilled. They cherished this person, no one else understood their needs. It wasn’t romance. It wasn’t friendship. It was some unknown between the two.

It was comfort and closeness. And it was enough.

Gladio:

Helping the other relax after a long day is normal for them. Massaging tense muscles when they don’t really allow people to touch them. If one of them was sore it wouldn’t be odd for them to help the other undress if they couldn’t manage it themselves. Sleeping in the same bed, couch, or using each other as a pillow was likewise normal. Seeing each other at their most vulnerable, being able to face each other unblinkingly during the moments they couldn’t stand someone else’s stare, watching over each other’s shoulders were all normal to them.

But nothing beyond that. Closeness was what they valued in one another. Someone who’d always have their back through everything and anything.

Sometimes, they’d be afraid that they’d get too old for anyone to understand this. “Call it what it is, you’re in love.”

But they’re not. This was something else. A choice. This person was their person. They didn’t have the word for it, but they didn’t desire one another how other people did. It was just the sense of a missing piece finally coming home.

Ignis:

This is a relationship of space and intimacy. They don’t need to be near each other, but rather look after one another in other ways. They sleep in separate beds to allow the other their privacy. He’ll make sure they have lunch, they make sure he has clean clothes. Things they were perfectly capable of dealing with on their own, but chose to do for one another. They cook together and are much more free with their emotions around one another. (They’re one of the very rare people who have heard Ignis laugh to tears.) They ensure the other’s appearance is perfect for special events. They walk together at work, and leave notes for the other asking if they’ve eaten. (There are very rare times of course, when one of them cries. And the other doesn’t judge them. They only hold them through the whole thing until they settle again.) They just take care of each other. Even though they don’t have to.

People comment on how chilly they are together. They won’t last if they ever get together. They just share a knowing glance and continue on with their day. They know themselves better than anyone else, and know that their care is shown through their actions.

They could live without one another, but why would they?

Ravus:

He sends letters through out the relationship, venting mostly, and sometimes commenting on how he saw them the other day, but didn’t have time to go to talk to them. They in turn write back what they’ve learned and how their own training is going. They’ll make general yet. When they have time, they train together. Fighting one on one until one of them submits. (Neither ever does. It’s time spent together and they want it to last.) At the end of the session they sit back to back for as long as they can get away with, without someone finding out.

They’re not ashamed of one another, but it’s safer if no one knows. They know this is not love, but they also know they would miss the other into eternity if they were gone. This was safer to let no one know.

They depart and go back to letters. For most people this isn’t enough. They need contact and the person to be there with them. But neither of them need those things. They just need the other’s understanding. The knowledge that someone is there, listening.

It’s enough, and more than they could ever have asked for.

Can I get a matchup please I’m a smol gay male I have really long really dark brown hair I’m a full blooded Native American I love to draw (mostly nature and stuff) I love star gazing I can name most of the constellations I know tons of folklore about my tribe I suffer from depression I rarely smile I’m full of puns and I’m rarely serious

I match you with Noctis!

He’d enjoy playing with your hair, though only if you were alone. It’d relax him, and probably put him to sleep after a while. He’d enjoy looking over your shoulder to see what you were drawing if you’d let him. Star gazing is something he’d be super DELIGHTED to do with you, and plus he’d love the constellations. (However, he’d pretend to forget which was which so you’d have to tell him again, just so he could hear you talk about something you love.) He’d treat every single one of your smiles like a gift and enjoy your puns. Like, he’d hate and love how many you know. And having someone he didn’t have to be serious with? He’d treasure you. (And on the days when you can’t get out of bed or just can’t function, he’d be there beside you.)

~~Matchups are closed~~

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

Noctis:

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

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

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

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

Prompto:

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

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

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

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

Gladiolus:

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

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

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

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

Ignis:

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

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

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

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

oh oh Id like a scenario please! One where the chocobros’ s/o gets hurt in a rough battle and when they wake up they’ve forgotten everything about their time together! “I’m sorry have we met before?” How would the boys react and how would they try to fix it?

Noctis:

When they first wake up, he’s so relieved. Like holding onto their hand and pressing kisses to their knuckles as they start to wake. He’d push their hair back out of their face and press a kiss to their forehead, and ask how they feel.

“A little uncomfortable with you kissing me. Who are you?” He’d definitely be shocked, and lay their hand back down by their side. He’d question their memory and upon receiving an answer of them not remembering much of anything, he’d go to Ignis.

Ignis would state that with memory problems, there was nothing much they could do but wait. Noctis would nod his head at the information, but be very much numb inside. He’d go back to them, reintroduce himself, explain that they were hurt, and that he’d like to try and help them remember if he could.

They accept, but they’d be back to square one with trust. So it’s a lot of dancing around each other. For Noctis, it would be finding and remembering boundaries that weren’t there before. But slowly, they’d grow to trust him again as they recover.

They’d listen to him talk about their memories together. He’d borrow Prompto’s camera and show them picture from before. He’d point out the places they’d been and what they had done in the past together as well. It’s a lot of work, and emotionally trying for Noctis, but he keeps at it. And it starts to pay off.

He’d be in the middle of a story when they’re alone, sitting at the edge of a haven. He’d be pointing to the stars and reminiscing on a stargazing adventure they’d gone on. He’d mention that it had been the night after his father had told him that he’d be marrying Luna, and that they’d be parted. They’d suddenly take his hand in theirs and say what they said that same night.

“I would wish on every single star to never be parted from you Noct.”

He’d fall silent and look over at them, and they’d frown, their expression becoming confused at the sudden rush of emotion that came with that phrase. He’d be so excited and ask if they remembered now. They’d say no, but they remembered that. And after that moment more come streaming back to them in the next few days. They recall the stories he told, and even start adding in details of the stories he tells them.

It’s a long road, but eventually they remember everything.

Prompto;

He’s too scared to be by their side when they wake. They’d been thrown into a stone wall, their head had made a sickening smack against the wall. He wouldn’t be able to get that out of his mind. And he would blame himself. If he’d been faster, he was sure that he could have gotten them out of the way in time.

When they do awake he’d drawn back into the tent upon heading a thud. They’d tried to get up and walk around, only for their legs to not support their weight. He’d ask if they were alright and mention that they shouldn’t be out of bed, and that he could get them what they wanted so they really should just stay in bed. They ask for a glass of water and he gets it in record time.

“Well aren’t I lucky.” they’d say after downing the glass, “I think I got the cutest nurse in the history of Eos. Can you tell me your name?”

He’d turn pale, but offer them a shaky smile and give them their name. He’d ask if they remembered their own. They’d shake their head no, but find that the thought didn’t frighten them as much as it should have. So he’d tell them their name and explain what happened. They’d ask if they’d recover what they lost and he’d reply he didn’t know. So he’d explain everything he remembered about their life, and what they had been doing, their goals, and the fact they’d been travelling with them.

They’d be cleared to travel again and that’s that. The others worry for Prompto, when he keeps them at arm’s length, but they allow it. If he needs time to work through this they’d give it to him.

They weren’t expecting their memories to play out while they slept. As nightmares. Or that they would sleep walk and talk in their sleep. They wake up time after time and apologize to whoever had to bring them back from their wanderings.

It all comes to a head in Lestallum. They’d get a flash of a memory, and fleeting feeling of love and sadness. As soon as the car parks they stomp off, pulling the hair on the back of their head, trying to remember. Prompto goes after them and takes their hands in his.

“There’s something missing…someone. Someone so so important. I need to remember them. Why can’t I remember?”

Prompto wouldn’t have wanted to fight for their memories before, feeling like he had failed them, and hoping that they could move on without their memories of him. But this inspires him to start with his camera and showing them pieces of what they don’t remember. He’d ask their impression about the pictures, and be surprised when they’d take a guess at what they’d been doing and get it right. So the memories would be there, lurking beneath the surface.

So he’d start by asking the guys to revisit places they’d been, and walking them through their memories. And things would come back after they broke through the initial barrier of things. But only the truly important things. Like loving Prompto. The rest is just…there, waiting to be recalled.

Gladiolus:

He’s holding their hand and falls asleep while waiting for them to wake. Instead, he wakes to someone running their fingers through his hair gently, and asking him softly if he’s up. And it’s funny, because it’s just like his S/O to be the one waking him in this situation. So his sits up and just looks them over, recalling how a day ago it wasn’t sure if he’d ever see their eyes open again.

“Hey.” He’d say, not sure what else to say. Though he’d squeeze their hand tighter.

“Hi.” They’d speak quietly, feeling safe around him. Loved almost. They wouldn’t be able to place why though. “Where…Where am I?”

He’d explain and say what happened and then ask, “Any other questions?”

“Y-yeah. Who am I?”

He’d definitely be hurt and a little scared. He knew it was a possibility, but he had assumed that such a thing like memory loss would never happen to his S/O. But he’d stay by their side and tell them everything. They’d accept it easily enough, trusting him so easily. Trusting him felt familiar at least. And they’d tell him that.

So he has hope that they’d remember him. They remember their trust for him, and surprisingly, they, even without their memories, fall in love with him again. It’s rather sweet, that they remember their love first before anything else. So he’s content to let things stay like that if they wished. Telling them the things they couldn’t remember. And they don’t want to chase after their memories. Not yet. They’re content as well.

And it’s not surprising that after a time, they do start remembering. But it’s an odd way to remember. They become displaced in time mentally. The first time it happens, they wake up and are excited to get the regalia back from Cindy finally, and then be on their way to Altissia. He has to tell them that was months ago and they remember themself.

It happens a few more times, but Gladio is there to ground them back in the present. And soon, they wake up and everything is as it should be. The only draw back is that they have a massive headache that doesn’t go away for about two weeks.

Ignis:

He is prepared for the worse and the worse occurs. They awaken and immediately ask where they were, what happened, who he was, who they were, and how long before they were well again. He’s used to the rapid fire, no nonsense questions and answers just as dutifully. But it’s eating him inside that they don’t recall anything. And worries him endlessly. He wants to take them to Lestallum to an actual doctor and place them in the care of Iris while they recover.

But they automatically rebel against that thought and demand that they will see the prince through his journey. “If you were hurt like I was, would you want to be sent away?”

He’d have to admit that no, nothing would keep him from his duty.

“Well good. Because in that we are the same.”

So they recover and function without their memories for a few weeks. Or their emotions it seems like, another troubling turn of events. They become logic to a fault. And almost all to willing to sacrifice themself for the ‘greater good’. Even the most traumatic things they go through doesn’t phase them. It’s almost too much for Ignis to bear, and they make it worse by wishing for their memories to never return. “I’m more useful this way.”

He prays that they don’t think that’s true and prays their memories return to them. And he thinks that just maybe, he was heard.

Because one day it just comes rushing back to them. They’re helping him set up their small camping kitchen when they suddenly drop the plate they were holding. It shatters and they start hyperventilating and though Ignis tries to calm them, they pass out. So he takes them into the tent and sets them down, once more waiting for them to wake.

And when they do they dart out of the tent and into his arms, apologizing over and over again for the past few weeks, of not remembering, of not feeling anything. He refused to accept the apology because he feels there’s nothing to apologize for.

“You were hurt. It’s not your fault.”

Hello, may I get a match-up please? I am a straight 19 years old female, with long brown hair half-way down my back, brown eyes, short 5’3″, slender. I love to wear dresses and skirts. I enjoy reading and a nice day in with take-out food. I am loyal, shy, and soft-spoken. I love to cuddle and feel protected by the person I am with. I’m weak for junk food and sweets!

I match you with Noctis!

He’d probably be the biggest enabler of nights in with take out. He’d also really enojy cuddling. Or any physical contact really. Like, he’d rest his head on top of yours and be like, fully wrapped around you. He’d not really big on junk food, but enjoys sweets.

May I have a matchup, love? I’m 5’5 with short blonde and brown hair. I’m on the chubbier side and I wear glasses.I’m pretty shy when I’m first meeting someone but once I open up, I’m pretty energetic and giggly. I play the ukulele and I love to sing cute little tunes along with it. I tend to camp a lot during the summer as well as swim and go on boat rides. I also have a sarcastic sense of humor and I’m always willing to help out when I’m needed. I also have high anxiety and tend to overthink.

i match you with Noctis!

You both are very shy, so the build up to admitting that you liked one another would be very long and drawn out. But after that, you both are super sweet to each other and kind of clingy if I’m being honest. Which neither of you mind. He’d enjoy cuddling with you and try to get you to slow down a little when you start overthinking things. He’d also really enjoy hearing you pluck out a tune on your ukulele. To the point that he’d pretend to be napping so he could hear you if you were self-conscious about it. 10/10 a super fluffy couple.

Could I have a scenario where the chocobros’ s/o is an artist and they ask him to model for them? suggestive eyebrow wiggle It can be SFW or NSFW

Once again in the magical timeline of no war in Eos….

Noctis:

When they ask to model for them for their college class, he has to try and keep the blush from rising to his face. Why would anyone want to draw him?

They point out that he’s actually one of the most popular subjects to draw since he is a prince, he’s handsome (In some peoples opinions beautiful), and that most people idolize him to a point.

But then they’d smile and say if he didn’t want to, they could always find another model…Maybe one of his friends would help?

He’d make it a point to deadpan ask where they wanted him, because even if he doesn’t want to model for them, he doesn’t want anyone ELSE to either.

So he’d agree in the end. And it’d probably be just him in a regular setting honestly. Because the poor guy is barely keeping it together for just a few sketches while his S/O is staring at him so intently. Can you imagine his reaction if they said they needed him to take off his shirt for a few?

Prompto:

He be down for it. Like, they’d barely get it out of their mouths and he’d be like, LETS GO.

They’d end up in the park, and he’d find the most ridiculous places to pose in, along with the silliest poses.

And of course, there’s a sketch of him taking their photo.

All in all, an enjoyable experience.

(But when they get home they tease him about needing a nude model next week and he goes bright red. And they laugh and state they weren’t serious.)

Gladiolus:

Honestly, they probably wouldn’t even need to ask. They’d already be drawing him when he notices them sitting at the edge of the training grounds.

He’d catch them, and they’d say they just needed some figure studies. And since he was so active… They’d hoped he wouldn’t mind.

He doesn’t of course. And he’d only state that he’d be more then willing to be their model for this classes if they needed him to.

Ignis:

They ask and he’d say yes. It wouldn’t be a very large surprise. However, they never tell him when they’d need him to be their model and it’s soon forgotten about.

That is, until he finds that they’ve fallen asleep at the kitchen table. Their head is on top their sketchpad and he can’t help but see the many drawings of…him.

Him in the kitchen, reading a book, when he dozed off on the couch…It’s sort of endearing to see the little details they have of him.

He’d wake them and ask if they had enough for the class, or if they still needed a sketch or two.

Hcs with chocoboys and their crush (from noble family) is in an arranged marriage?

In a magical timeline, where Lucis never fell because there is no war…

Noctis:

He’s actually really chill with the idea, knowing since he was a child it might happen.

He is also very aware that most engagements with royalty happen when they’re children, so it’s a bit of a shocker it took so long.

It bothers him a little that it’s his crush, only because he feels like he wasn’t careful enough. That someone must have found out that he liked them. He feels like he took away their right to choose.

But he of course, does not argue, and marries them. Because the last thing he’d want was for them to fell like he was rejecting them if he dissented to the marriage.

They never really exchange how they feel about the arrangement, because they don’t want to know what the other thinks of them. Like what if they hated them for agreeing to this?

However, they’re both idiots because it’s clear to everyone on the outside that they both have a crush on each other. And it’s painful to watch. Because BY THE SIX THEY’RE MARRIED.

Eventually, it takes Ignis stepping in and accidentally, leaving the spouse’s favorite necklace out. And Noctis’ favorite book.

Things they both gave one another as children.

They finally realize how daft they’re being, and start to talk more. It’s not perfect, and the situation they’re in isn’t ideal, but they still feel like they could truly love each other.

(Much to Ignis’ annoyance, they BOTH like to sleep.)

Prompto:

As a crownsguard, Prompto earned the right to a noble title. Something he’s have no intention of claiming. He wouldn’t feel worth the effort that would take.(Not to mention he wouldn’t want to seem like he was trying to elevate himself.)

So the council steps in and basically arranges everything. They decide a marriage to a noble house was the solution. It’s only by chance that they arrange it with his crush. They just figured they were doing him a favor by arranging his marriage to a friend of his.

He feels anxious about it, but keeps it together for the most part.

The other three try to comfort him, but he actually at one point in time faints from how nervous he is.

As it turns out, his crush is also a nervous wreak about it.

They both end up dancing around each other, both feeling not worth the other’s time.

Eventually, they both work up the nerve to just TALK about it, and it results in Prompto causing his spouse to faint from a kiss on the cheek.

After that, they take the time to actually spend time together, now that both their feelings were in the open.

No, they’re not in love. But they could be. And after sometime, they would be.

Gladiolus:

This one was tricky. Because as the shield he was expected to protect Noctis. But finding out that he’d be marrying his crush would throw a wrench into things.

It’d be sort of an odd day. Where he’d be walking with Ignis and run into his crush, who’d mention offhandedly that his presence was required when the council reconvened this afternoon.

Ignis choke on his coffee. Because he knows why the council asked for Gladio to attend.

He’s made it known only to Ignis that he liked them, a while ago. And Ignis would have been trying to find the right time to tell him what was planned, but is so thrown off by the speed of the council, he blurts it out to Gladio the second they’re alone.

He takes it in stride and is surprisingly calm until he realizes that his crush may not know.

He goes to the council meeting, agrees to the match, because no one goes against the council, not to mention his father, for something like this.

He married them, and they seem like they don’t hate it.

That night, they just sit and talk, trying to figure the other out. They want this to be a good partnership above all else. (Both hope that love will come later.)

Ignis:

He is the one that gets out of it. He’s had practice after all, it’s not the first time they’ve tried engaging him to someone after all. (At this point, it more like a game to him and the council. “Is he clever enough to get out of this one?”)

He is. He heads it off before they even mention it to his crush. (It’s tradition to tell the lower house first before the higher house.)

But when he finds out just who they had planned for him, he can’t help the small flutter in his chest.

He’s not nearly so selfish as to sabotage himself because he likes them though. They both deserve a chance to choose.

But he does approach them, and let them know what had almost happened.

They offer him a small smile and just say that being matched with him wouldn’t have been so bad. But then they change the subject and offer him a deal.

“Lets pretend to date and that might stave off the council’s meddling for a while.” And he agrees.

Both hide that they do have feelings for one another. And soon, their pretending starts to blur with whats real. It almost feels like they really are in love.

And the next time him getting married comes up? He mentions that they’re ‘dating’ and would like to see where it leads.