For the short request maybe the Chocobros reacting to an affectionate and clingy Tonberry? I just love Tonberries gheyre my fav creature!

Noctis doesn’t quite know what to do when instead of a Tonberry attacking, it tugs on one of his shoelaces as if to get his attention.

There’s no knife in it’s hand, and it’s just staring at him with large eyes.

He eventually just goes with it and reaches out to pat it on the head. After all, when else would he get a chance to pet death incarnate?

And the Tonberry seems to enjoy the attention, so he ends up sitting on the ground cross-legged, and holding a Tonberry.

The others, though they initially freak out upon seeing just why the prince has fallen behind, let their weapons slip away upon seeing it’s not hurting Noctis.

No, rather, it’s not letting them get near him when it first sees them. At all. As if they’re the threat.

Eventually, he convinces the small critter to let them near him, because he emphasizes that they’re friends.

Of course Prompto is the one to win over the Tonberry’s trust. Because once he sees that it’s not attacking, he just rolls with it like Noctis did.

…except, he actually scoops it up and spins around with it in his excitement. It doesn’t seem to mind thankfully. Rather, he plops down on the ground next to Noctis to spend time with it.

The older two keep their distance, which suits the Tonberry just fine.

However, the trouble starts when they tell them that it’s time to go. They set it on the ground and tell it goodbye and start on their way.

…but it follows. And keeps following. And if they stop walking, it grabs Noctis’ shoelaces again.

Both the younger two give Ignis a look and he has to tell them that no, they CAN’T keep a tonberry.

It doesn’t agree.

When they get to a haven, it is gone for a short while, but soon reappears. It goes on like this for days, and eventually, they actually smuggle it into Cape Caem to stay with Iris. Which was Gladio’s idea. Because the boys can’t BEAR the thought of leaving it behind.

(Even ignis has warmed up to it.)

And that’s the story of how Iris the Daemon hunter got a pet Tonberry that assists her in fights.

hmm… not sure if you’ve done this before but how about the bros with s/o they’ve known since childhood who realize they’re in love with them only after they rescue them from kidnapping and gets hurt in the process?

Noctis:

He’s waiting for them to wake up, to tell them how much they mean to him.
It had been late in the day when he gets a phone call from their phone, right before the sun dips below the horizon.
He answers and expects their cheerful voice to be the one on the line.
Instead, he’s met with the voice of someone who holds a grudge against his father for letting the empire take so much.
Their act of revenge? Taking away someone they know he values.
The phone call ends when he hears their voice shouting for him to stay away.
Instead, he goes to Ignis and lets him know that his friend is in danger.
No one argues, each of them eager to save them. They drive all through the night to the place he last knew they had been, and start from there.
It takes them three days. Three days of the absoute worse scenarios running through his head of what’s befalling them.
So when they finally track down their captors, he unleashes hell. Even though it’s nighttime, the air is lit up with each of their attacks.
But he doesn’t notice the sharp shooter stationed above them on a nearby ridge.
But his dear friend knows. Even though they’re weaponless and in pain, they make the choice to protect the prince.
The shot rings out as the last kidnapper falls to them, and they all freeze. Each of them are eyeing each other with panic.
Who was that meant for?
But then he sees them standing behind him, facing out into the night air with an expression of concentration.
Prompto is the first to see the glint of a gun, and shouts, “Sniper!"
He fires before the other moves, knowing he’s the only one to make the shot.
And when they’re all sure the danger has passed, they all smile at one another.
The happiness doesn’t last.
His friend suddenly crumples, and none are near enough to catch them before they hit the ground.
Their eyes are fluttering closed as they press their hands to their stomach.
It’s a close call. They almost lose them in the time it takes them to dig out a potion.
They hadn’t awoke though.
They had set up camp and were just waiting for them.
What had given Noctis time to think.
He thought about how terrified and upset he’d been during the days they had been searching for them.
The elation he felt when they had reached them before anything truely horrendus had happened.
The utter terror he felt when they had fallen to the ground and nearly vanished from his life forever.
He needed to tell them everything.
Maybe then they’d understand that his feelings had progressed to something beyond friendship.
So much so, that he’d told the others that they would be traveling with them from now on. Clearly, someone had let it slip that they were important to him. Too important to be out of sight.
~
They do wake up, and he does tell them after helping them sit up.
They don’t respond at first, and Noctis can slowly feel his heart sinking.
But then they lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek.
"It’s about damn time.”
(They’re super pissed about having no choice in staying, but can’t find it in their heart to stay angry at the prince.)

Prompto:

It was supposed to be a nice day outside. One of the few times they were all together again.
They were one of his friends from before…Well, Noctis. One he had lost contact with when the city fell.
It was the first time they’d all gotten to see each other after bumping into each other in Galdin Quay of all places.
So when the MT’s attacked, it was wholly unwelcome.
Even more so when they realized that their target was THEM.
They didn’t even think to question why they were after them, choosing to focus only on defending.
But they were over whelmed, and beaten. Prompto tried his best to hold onto them, as they had found their way into each others arms as they fell into unconsciousness.
He drifted in and out of consciousness, aware he was grasping them tightly one moment, feeling them jerked away from him the next, and watching them fight as best they could from their place over a MT’s shoulders in the last.
He passed out fully then, waking only hours later after a phoenix down was used on him.
They set out to find their taken friend, even getting Aranea’s help on locating where the ship was.
Noctis warped over and gained the rest of them access.
Ignis was the one sneaking around to find them while they caused as big of a distraction as they could on the ship.
Upon finding them, Gladio gave the signal for them all to get off. He was going to crash this thing into the sea. (He does and barely makes it out, but it was kind of fun to him.)
They’d been in their hands for less than 24 hours, but clearly they had fought tooth and nail to escape.
They were out cold, and Ignis guessed that it was because they had been drugged after not settling down.
So they wait. And sure enough, they wake up.
Without thinking his arms are wrapped around them, and he’s babbling about how scared he was and that they weren’t allowed to do that ever again and that he’s probably never going to let them out of his arms ever again so they should get comfy-
They’d rest their head on his shoulder and laugh, and it’d send chills up his back because he can feel their breath on his neck.
He doesn’t really get around to telling them, but he does indeed realize that he really loves them.
(They guess though, since he literally doesn’t let them out of his arms for very long while they’re with him.)

Gladiolus:

It’s in the form of a note left in Lestallum with Iris.
Apparently, they’d been on a hunt alone, and taken unawares by opportunists. Ones who were convinced that since they knew how to fight and spoke with the same refined accent as Ignis, they must have been someone important before the city fell.
And though they hadn’t wanted to say anything, after the fourth day they had cracked, and mentioned Gladio’s name as their friend, and mentioning he’s from a noble house.
The note also says that they refused to say which house he was from and mentioned that he wasn’t going to come for them. So they were going to test that by asking Gladio to bring them enough Gil for their ransom.
If he doesn’t bring it they’re dead.
Like hell he’s going to leave his friend with them. Considering they were Iris’ friend too, she asks to come with.
(There’s such a startling look in her eye that he allows it.)
But the time line. They had until the morning of the 8th day of them being held hostage. It was now the seventh day, and he curses himself.
They quickly gather what they need for an assault, because there’s no way in hell he’s giving them money and letting them get away with this.
(He also a little freaked out about what they meant by ‘they broke on the fourth day’. Were they hurt?)
They all pile into the car and go to where they wanted to meet him, and he goes alone. Or so it seems. Truthfully, the others are somewhere sneaking in behind him.
The first sight he gets of them has him seeing red.
They’re laying on the ground knocked out, black and blue. He can make out half healed cuts and a possible broken arm. (He can’t bear to look at their hands.)
He states that he’s hear for them, and then lashes out instead.
The other join in the fray and the kidnappers are overwhelmed. Most flee. But the leader?
He’s on the ground at Iris’ feet, an almost too sugary sweet smile on her face.
He scoops his friend off the ground and they leave to go back to Lestallum to allow them to recover after being healed.
When they awake, it’s from a nightmare. They swing at Gladio and he has to restrain them without hurting them because they’re fighting too violently and won’t listen to reason.
Iris steps in and her face snaps them out of their waking dream.
They don’t go into too much detail, and apologize for the trouble, letting a mask slip back over their face.
He gets upset that they’re just going to pretend it didn’t happen.
He asks to speak to them alone, and the others leave.
It is then he confesses that while he didn’t realize it before, seeing them on the ground had forced him to confront that he cared for them.
They sniffle, and say they didn’t want to be a distraction and had forced their own feelings away.
He spends the rest of the day just cradling them. He’d figure out everything else later, but for now, he was content with them in his arms.

Ignis:

He’s a little shocked when he finds their phone abandoned on a haven. And then he grows concerned when the last thing in the memory is a video of them during the night, recording themself.
They look disheveled, more so than he’d ever seen them. And it seemed like they hadn’t slept in days.
They speak quickly into the camera of someone following them. Of the paranoia they felt.
“If I go missing, please. Find who did this.”
They then set their phone down, hidden but with a clear view and wait their attacker. And it turns out they weren’t parinoid. Someone does come for them.
They fight tooth and nail, but whoever this was had an advantage. They were clearly well rested compared to them, and had been planning this.
So they, in an unexpected move, rip off their mask and start listing details. Committing them to memory the attacker must assume, but truthfully, it was for the camera recording to pick up. Ignis turns off the video, and gets to work.
It turns out, there’s a string of missing people that match his friends description. But this is the first time one of them was smart enough to leave a clue behind.
He hurries to find them when they mention that when these missing people were found, none were alive.
He takes the others with him to comb through the woods where they had slain deadeye, because that’s where most of the bodies had turned up. At first people had assumed it was the beast at work, but after a group of hunters had slain it (Cough cough) the real reason behind the bodies was revealed.
It is there they find them, one the ground and limp, pale as death and barely breathing.
They get them up and heal them as best they can, waiting for them to awaken, or for the person who took them to return.
Upon waking up, they grab onto Ignis’ sleeve, like they had when they were younger, and says nothing.
When they calm own, they let go and say that the man left them for dead because the wouldn’t shout in pain no matter what he did.
Ignis just gathers them into his arms and holds them, because they are shaking rather badly.
He loves them, he has know this for a while. This is just the first time he’s forced to acknowledge it. He knows that they cannot be anything more than friends. But he allows himself this. Holding them until the fear disappears.
(He also swears, that he’s going to hunt down the man who did this and ensure he never does it again.)

Scenarios for when the Chocobros crush falls asleep on them and doesn’t realize while she’s asleep that she cuddles against them and mumbles how much they like them in their sleep? :3 Take your time with the requests, your blog is awesome!

Noctis:

He freezes when he heard the words leave their mouth in a whisper.
They had been watching a movie, and at some point in time his crush had ended up leaning against him, and allowed him to have his arm draped over their shoulders.
He slowly turns his head, his face dusted with pink. Maybe he had imagined it?
But then they say it again, followed by how much they love his smile and how they wished he’d smile more often.
He tries to meet their eyes after shifting in such a way that they’re facing each other while they’re still rested against him.
They’re asleep. A part of him is relieved that they aren’t awake to witness how flustered he’s getting.
Another part of him is disappointed that they likely wouldn’t remember that they basically told him they liked him.
He plots for the next day, to surprise them with a date and officially asking them out.

Prompto:

It started out with simply laying with each other in the park, cloud watching. He’d occasionally take a few picture, but soon, the sky lulled them both into a doze.
But he’s startled awake when suddenly, he finds an arm draped over him and his crush pulling him closer to them.
They nestle into his side and he can’t help but to let out a slight squeak of embarrassment. What would they do when they woke up and found him awake, and them asleep, and they were sooo close and-
They suddenly say they like him.
He blinks and he’s stunned for a moment. They say it again, and as if to emphasis their point, cuddle even closer to him.
He hesitantly wraps his arms around them and pull them just as close, resting his chin in their hair. They mutter once more that they like him.
He just lets them lay together after that, enjoying it while he can. He lets himself imagine that they were awake, and this would end in happily ever after for him. But he can’t keep pretending, and sighed, allowing himself to stop his daydreaming.
“Do you mean it I wonder?” He asks quietly.
“Yes.” Comes an unexpected response.
He jumps about a mile in the air and asks when they had woken up.
They grin and state they when he grabbed them they had woken, but didn’t want to stop cuddling him.
“I meant it Prompto.”

Gladiolus:

They’re concussed, clearly.
A training session gone wrong from earlier today maybe? Because there’s no way in hell that that confession was for him.
They were laying on his living room floor together, both tired from their days. Their head was on his shoulder and they were so close, he could feel their breath on his neck.
He knew he should have woken them and let the move away, but honestly, he didn’t have the heart or determination to interrupt their sleep.
And he’d gone and heard something not meant for him, no matter how much he wishes it was.
But then they speak again, and say his name this time, and his heart flutters in his chest before he can stop it.
He should wake them up, he tells himself, they don’t know what they’re saying.
For all he knows, this was meant to be a secret!
But then they sigh and mumble something about there being no time to sleep for the next two days.
He decides to just let them sleep, and tried to tune out their sleepy confessions.
He finds out the only way to get them to stop talking in their sleep is to respond to them. So he says he likes them just as much, they should get more sleep, and they should take a break with him one of these days…
(He doesn’t see Iris in the doorway, recording them. He also doesn’t realize that Iris shows them the footage the next day. So when they walk up to him the day after, plant a kiss on his mouth, and then walk away without saying a word, he is SO so lost.)

Ignis:

They are both in one of the Citadel’s many sleeping quarters, for when the staff is awake more than 24 hours and can’t make it home.
The other rooms are full, but he sees that they have one of the rooms already and just wanders off to join them. (It’s an old arrangement really. They both knew each other, and were comfortable with each other, so they didn’t mind sharing a bed sometimes.)
It’s not uncommon to find them both there, over worked and sleeping it off. It’s just the first time he gets there and they’re already asleep. Normally he’s asleep when they get there and has a room, and he awakes when they’re asleep, putting the room in their name as he leaves. (They keep records of such a thing down here, and they’re not the only staff members who have such an arrangement, so it’s not looked down upon.)
So the voice that comes from them as he’s drifting off is a surprise. Especially when it’s as clear as day. “I adore you Ignis.”
He almost thinks he’s dreaming, and responds without thinking. “I adore you as well.”
He freezes when he realizes he said that out loud.
He breathes a sigh of relief when he realizes that they were sleep talking. But then he realizes that they’re sleep talking. About liking him.
He bolts upright by accident when a thought strikes him. Oh gods, what if he spoke in his sleep too??
The movement is enough to wake them and cause them to turn over to face him.
“Morning Ig. Something wrong?” They look a little concerned rather than upset that he woke them.
He stutters and stumbles over his words, but tells them the truth. “You said you adore me??”
They blink, and then chuckle sleepily. “Oh…yeah. I do. I figured I’d return the favor. Goodnight Iggy.”
He’s left a little unsure about what they meant, but lays back down anyways. He’d deal with…whatever this was when he woke up.
(He nearly jumps out of his skin when he realizes their unconscious minds took their last conversation as a confession and woke up CUDDLING with them.)

Love your stuff, always get happy when i see a notifucation saying you’ve posted something. Hope the long days went by fast at least ^_^ How would the bros react if Ardyn was acting all fatherly to their s/o, like they look like the splitting image of his favorite/only child and he’s not exactly happy with their choice in love interest?

Noctis:

At the sound of Ardyn chiding his S/O over their choice of
companion, he nearly spins on heel and stomps back over to where they are. He gets as far as whirling around, but then
freezes.
The look of fatherly concern on Ardyn’s face jars him.
Deeply. His father would wear that same expression when chiding him.
It worries him when his S/O doesn’t pick up on it. He knows
they’re not the most attentive person in the world, but even he thinks they
should have picked up on something so…strange.
He has to stop himself from darting over and pushing Ardyns
hands off of their head when he reaches out to stroke their hair. Like one
would do with a small child.
When Ardyn then says that they deserve better than him, he
feels a bit offended and finally stomps over to confront the older man.
That seems to snap Ardyn out of whatever came over him, and
he takes a step back from his S/O. If noctis wasn’t mistaken, that was
confusion on his face.
When Ardyn apologies, casts one last torn look at his S/O,
and leaves for the night after paying for the caravan, Noctis draws his S/O
into his arms and refuses to let go for the rest of the night.
There was something in Ardyn’s eyes that worried him. Like
he was going to take his S/O away.
Like hell he’d let that happen though.

Prompto:

Prompto would press a kiss to his S/O’s cheek before taking
off into the nearby small store. He’d be watching through the window, and his
heart would sink at the looks of disgust Ardyn casts at the shop.
He’d wonder what the shop had ever done to Ardyn, but then
realize, when Ardyn walks over to his S/O that the look was meant for him.
The look on Ardyn’s face was one of disappointment and
anger. So naturally Prompto would set
down what he was looking at and run back to their side, or try to anyways.
He’d catch the tail end of their conversation, and feel a
bit sick when he hears Ardyn call him a thing.
“Such a THING is beneath you.” Ardyn would say.
His S/O would be super confused, and not know how to
respond. They’d catch his eyes and subtly shake their head, a warning for him
not to come any nearer.
As if Ardyn was a danger to him.
He’d go and get everyone else before attempting to get his
S/O out of the situation.
Ardyn would then remember himself, return to the grandiose
personality he had earlier, and then disappear from the caravan from the night.
Prompto would then, after thanking the others for their help
and asking for a moment alone, ask what made them send him away.
They’d respond that they thought the man was going to kill
them, and mention they kept calling them a different name throughout the odd
conversation.
“Almost as if…he was disappointed in me. A father
scolding a child.”
They’d sleep with one eye open that night, and watching each
other’s backs so nothing would happen.
He can’t shake that Ardyn is seeking revenge for whatever
imagined slight he had done after learning of their relationship.

Gladiolus:

His S/O is heard arguing with the Chancellor as they return
to the caravan with their things.

Ardyn has apparently questioned their taste in dating
partners.

Ordinarily it wouldn’t have bothered him…if said dating
partner wasn’t himself.

He’d let his S/O take care of it, trusting their skills to
defend them if it came down to it.

Things would get heated when his S/O shouts, “Who I
date is none of your business, so WHAT’S IT TO YOU?!”

Ardyn absolutely looked furious and was about to respond
something in kind, but then something snaps in his eyes, and he takes a step
back, as if realizing where he is for the first time.

He’d apologize, something that catches everyone off guard.
“You look so much like…”

He never finishes, turning away and disappearing into the
night.

He asks his S/O what that was about before they go to bed,
and they shrug.

“I think…he lost someone dear to him.” Is all
they say.

Gladio does not question them laying their head on his chest
when they turn in for the night, even if it’s too hot out to cuddle. (It
worries him how shaken they are.)

Ignis:

He’s a bit taken a back when Ardyn says that they could have
at least dated someone other than the royal family’s help.
THE HELP?
He has to bite his tongue and keep his face neutral while
listening to Ardyn describe the ways such relationships were hidden from the public.
“If you’re going to have an affair with someone beneath
your station…”
He launches into the ins and outs of concealing such things.
Ignis is slighly surprised by how much he knows, but dares not let it show.
(He’s proud that his S/O is keeping their face as schooled
as his.)
When he’s finished, he looks Ignis, who has not left his
lover’s side, up and down.
“At least he’s sensible.” He states in a somewhat
approving tone.
When his back is turned, he and his S/O glance at each other
in uncertainty. Why is he so concerned?
“Thank you for the advice, Chancellor…” His S/O
starts, and establishes some distance between the two of them. "But who I date and if they’re below my
station is no one’s business, but my own.“
"Hm… They said they same thing at your age…”
He mutters, and then takes his leave.
Both are left wondering who the “they” he
mentioned was.

Chocobros hcs when their s/o (gender neutral) flirts to get other people to do something for them (like, to get free stuff or discounts, or get others to pay for them and etc) while they’re on journey? So they kinda have to watch their s/o being all charming and flirting with other guys and girls. I think that’ll be funny :))

Noctis:

He would stand quietly off to the side, eyes on them and far enough away to not raise any suspicion for who it is they’re batting their eyes at.
There is definitely a pout on his face, and he can’t help but feel a little…left out. He likes it when his S/O flirts with him even when they’re in a relationship, so seeing someone else get to enjoy that side of them…
He’d get jealous.
But he’d quickly drop the pout when he sees them come over to him, having gotten what they needed. He puts an arm around their shoulders, and has to resist the urge to turn his head and make a face at the recipient of their attention.
He’d hold his S/O a little closer for the rest of the day, just wanting to be sure they still like him despite their flirting.
Which of course they do, they notice how uncomfortable it makes him, and likewise spend the rest of the day returning his affections. (Which means they turn up the charm on him and he winds up flustered more often than not.)

Prompto:

They take turns. They’re charming and sure of themself, which is appealing to a lot of people. Prompto has perfected the ~~dumb~~ blonde act which appeals to the rest.
Both have mastered flirting, and regularly flirt with each other.
They actually have developed a system. They’ll go talk to the person they need to together, and get a feel for which one they like a better. Then, say if they like his S/O better, Prompto will make an excuse about forgetting something and leave the two alone. That’s when his S/O really amps up the charm, and eventually gets what they need.
Prompto would then return, and turn up the charm on them, making sure that the person they were flirted with knew they were taken. They’d then both abscond happily with one another and return to the car.
(The others have NO idea that this is how they get most of their things.)

Gladio:

He doesn’t pick up on it at first. It’s not that he’s dense, it just because he doesn’t SEE it on their face.
Like, when they really smile, only one side of their mouth will twitch up into a smile. Not the fully on beaming brightly at someone that they do when meeting new people.
Their laughter will have them tossing their head back and wheezing. Not the quiet little giggles while hiding behind their hand that they do around strangers.
Okay, so the fact that they’re leaning into someone else’s space willingly, kind of rubbed him the wrong way, especially when they’re gazing through their eyelashes at their new friend. They’ve never batted their eyes at anyone? So…
Then he gets it the first time he sees the end of these shenanigans, and they walk away with a gift, or some new information. And then he REALLY gets it. That was them, FLIRTING.
He feels a bit mixed about this at first, but then figures it’s harmless after all.
He knows them well enough to tell when they mean it.
~~Besides, the person they’re flirting with doesn’t get to see their real smile. And he’s a bit smug about that.~~

Ignis:

He knows the value of what they do. They save money on things they ordinarily wouldn’t. They sometimes walk away with an item for free. Other times, the tips and info they gather are the difference between life and death.
That doesn’t mean he isn’t SEETHING on the inside at the person they’re flirting with when they make advances on his S/O.
Most days, he’s fine with it. Really. It’s not like he’s a possessive person…
He’s rather level headed according to HIS friends. And HIS s/o seems to trust him not to make a scene when they do this, and always chooses him to watch their back to make sure that their flirting doesn’t invite danger to them.
They trust him, and he trusts them, he just doesn’t trust the unwelcome third party in these situations.
This is one of the very few situations in which you’ll see him actually acting sullen, though he’ll flat out deny it if someone points it out.
And if, once his s/o returns to his side, he’s holding their hand for the rest of the day, no one says a word. ~~And certainly not his S/O who’s enjoying the sudden display of affection.~~

Hiya :) uhm it’s not an s/o ask but sfw headcanons for blind!Prompto and Noctis being caring?

When Prompto stumbles, It’s Noctis who will catch him or pick him up. Sometimes he’ll even warp to his side to do so.

They’ll sit together when camping and Noctis will describe what he sees in great detail for Prompto to visualize.

Knowing that Prompto can’t see very well anymore, Noctis takes it upon himself to help with his hair.

Prompto makes it a point to listen more now, and sometimes he can even tell when Noctis feels bad by his breathing. He’s getting scary good at it.

They lay within arms reach of each other while sleeping. So Noctis, should a nightmare strike, will be able to feel Prompto alive and still breathing. Prompto will sometimes wake up in a panic when everything is dark around him, before he remembers darkness is his new normal. It’s comforting to know he’s not alone in the dark with Noctis nearby.

Noctis will make it a point to say where he is out loud in relation to Prompto, so he knows which way to go when walking.

Noctis will take up his camera, and assist him in taking photos. He may not be able to see, but feeling the camera in his hands, guided by Noctis, makes him feel a bit more normal.

Chocobros reaction to their s/o seeing their hair fully unstyled for the first time? (For gladio– maybe tied up instead?) and absolutely ADORING it? Like… getting really stoked over how cute they look….

Noctis:

He just woke up, and since he had taken a shower the night before, his hair was completely lacking the normal amount of product it usually held. Which ordinarily wouldn’t have been a problem since he was alone.
Or so he thought. He’d completely freeze at the sight of his S/O sitting in his kitchen staring at him with wide beaming eyes. Oh no.
He’d take off for the bathroom as quick as he could but his S/O would be quicker. He’d find his arms pinning to his side at they try to stop him from making it to his destination.
“Noctis wait! You look so adorable! Let me seeee!” They’d whine at him and go dead weight, so he’d practically be dragging them along with him with every step. Eventually he’d give in.
They’d guide him over to the couch and just…run their hands through it and look at him with adoring eyes. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you like this.”
He’d eventually relax until they get their fill of his appearance, and then finish getting ready for the day.
(They do not mention how YOUNG it makes him look.)

Prompto:

He had been in a rush and hadn’t had time to fix his hair in his usual style. Which was fine with him. He didn’t mind. His friends have seen him have lazy days before. And his S/O was busy for the day, so he wasn’t expecting to run into them or anything.
But then he almost get’s tackled in the park during a photo exhibition and has to pry the person hugging him off of him. His heart drops when he sees who it is.
“I-I thought you were busy today!” He’d stammer, and they’d just throw back their head and laugh.
“You look so different Prom!” They’d reach their hand up and push it off his face since most of his hair is currently obscuring it.
He is most certainly NOT blushing. (Or so he’d tell himself.)

Ignis:

It would be a sleepy morning, with him rising before the sun for a much needed cup of coffee. It wouldn’t even really register with him that his hair is down.
That is until he feels someone turn his face toward theirs and brush his bangs out of his face that he remembers.
“You look good like this love.” His S/O would say quietly, and then press a kiss to his forehead before wandering away.
He’d be momentarily stunned, but eventually snap out of it. When he’s finally fully awake, he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling to himself.

Gladiolus:

He tends to look pretty wild with his hair down, so the first time they see it up, they don’t say anything at first. They simply bask in it.
He’d catch his S/O staring and then grin at them. “Something wrong?”
“Just wondering what happened to Gladiolus. Have you seen him? He’s normally a windblown mess.” They’d tease, and he’d walk over to them and mess their hair up in retaliation.
They’d let him because as soon as he’s in range, their hands shoots out to pull the hair tie out of his hair. He’d be surprised, but still smiling. “There’s the man I know and love.”
He’d laugh and tie his hair back up, and go back to what he was doing. “You know you love it.” ~~(They really REALLY do.)~~

I’m 5’3”, jet black pixie cut hair, dark beige skin and chubby (especially the cheeks and hands). I love and hate puns, sleep very late (like 3am late), observant and pessimistic. I stay at home all the time. I love cats and has multiple animal plushies to hug. I’m a tomboy and I like to watch things get bloody, like fish guts and open wounds. I will laugh at anything from corny jokes to hiding my guilt and pain. I hope it’s not too long for a matchup, I’m new and have a nice day!~

I match you with Noctis!

Sleeping late would be something he’d enjoy. Like almost too much. The puns would wear on his nerves, but he’d find it amusing that you enjoy them. Taking you fishing would be something he’d like to do, if he can get you to come with. He’d understand the need to laugh it hide guilt and pain, since he hides his behind sarcasm and eye rolls.

Could I get a matchup, if you aren’t too busy? I’m rather introverted and shy, the minor social anxiety doesn’t help either. Someone mistook me for a mute back in middle school, to give you an idea. Yet, when I’m close enough to a person, I’ll get more chatty about topics I enjoy. When really close, I’ll wind up subconsciously cuddly and actively affectionate, but I rarely touch people below that threshold. Also, I tend to draw nature, but I will draw anyone close. That’s classified, though.

I match you with Noctis!

He’s quiet by nature as well, and would understand the need to stay quiet in social situations. And he’d be the one patient enough to wait for you to say something to him. (But if you never chose to, that’d be fine as well.) Assuming you did, I can imagine that cuddling and affection wouldn’t be something he’d mind at all. As matter of fact, he’d probably subconsciously encourage it by returning your affections and drawing you close the second you did reach for him. He likes seeing your drawings of nature, but will always wonder what else you’re drawing in there. He won’t pry though.

The reader is a servant of the Royal Lucis family and she discovers she’s related to Noctis despite believing she was from another region. Noctis reacts and takes her under his wing.

You sat in a chair outside the kings throne room, waiting to be brought before him. Carefully, you inhale and exhale in controlled counts. In…1…2…3… Out…1…2..3… But it does nothing to get the icy feeling of fear to leave you. Rather, it makes it worse. The second you stop counting, you know you’ll panic. Maybe even try to run. Heavens know you’ve thought about it ever since the king’s shield PERSONALLY brought you to this chair and sat you down. And your mind had been forming an escape plan ever since because of it.

You’re fast. Faster than most. Plus, you know the citadel almost as well as the royal family since you’ve been a servant here since you were a child. You know the ins and outs of the place, and could make a bee line for that one window with the lose hinges. Far up from the ground for a regular servant but, as you’ve discovered, not for you. No one could catch you, you think, especially if you…

You cast the though from your head as soon as it enters. Warping is what got you here in the first place. You’d fallen from that very same window and, in a moment of panic, reached for something deep inside you that you’d never noticed before. And it was just by chance your pocket knife fell from your pocket when it did, reaching the ground before you did and giving you a focus point…

You’d felt like your whole body blinked, and found yourself laying on the ground. Of course, you’d felt sick immediately after. Something that was very common after warping you’d heard. However, you didn’t get a chance to recover. The palace staff converged on you, scraping you off the ground and rushing you inside. There, you were sat on the floor as one of the Kingsglaive rushed off to alert the adviser, shield, and king of what had just occurred.

A servant had just warped. With no connection to the glaive, and no clear connection to the king. It hadn’t even been 10 minutes before you’d gotten to see the Shield’s intimidating form stalking toward you, and ordering you to follow.

Like you were going to argue with him.

From there, he explained that you were about to go before the king and his inner circle for a line of questioning. You had no idea what about, but your heart was in your throat none the less. You shuttered in your seat and clenched your eyes closed in an effort to steady yourself.

“It’s time. Rise and go into the chamber.”

You gasp in surprise, looking up into the face of one of your fellow servants. You didn’t even hear his approach. His face was grim and he would not meet your eyes. You couldn’t find it in yourself to speak, and only nodded, rising from your chair. He finally turned from the door he was meant to open for you, and looked you over.

“Square your shoulders, and hold your head up.” he said quietly, “Only the guilty won’t meet the gaze of the king.”

“The guilty? But I didn’t…”

He raised his hand for you to be quiet, and shook his head. “I shouldn’t be telling you this, but they’re set up for a trial it looks like. I don’t know what happened, but I’m telling you. Look the king in the eye when you tell your side. The guilty won’t met his eyes.”

“…why?” you whispered as he went to the door to pull it open.

He shrugged helplessly, and pushed open the door, holding himself prim and proper as it swung open, going back to ignoring you.

“The one in question will now speak.” The adviser said, and you took a deep breath, trusting yourself to truth. You did as the other servant advised, and stood a bit straighter, compared to the shrunken appearance of before.

“Please, explain from your point of view what occurred this afternoon.” The adviser began, speaking for the king.

You nodded and directed your answers at the king. You gave as much detail as you could, and then described the sudden blinking feeling. After which they asked where you were from. You said Galahd, as that was where your mother had said she originated. When they asked your name, and then hers, a murmur of surprise and shock went through the crowd, and they then asked if you’d known your grandmother’s name.

And once you gave it, concern rippled through the room.

You only caught whispers, but there was something about a missing maid? (Or was it mistress…You’re certain you;d misheard that.) You’d known that your grandmother was a servant here once. And your mother sent you back here because of it after…after she passed in Galahd. Eventually, someone said that you’d have to stay here until something could be investigated, and you were taken to one of the guest rooms on the royal floor.

This…was worrying.

Time passed slowly in the room. And though everything you’d ever want was there, you felt as if you couldn’t touch it. It wasn’t for you, you were a servant. So you sat on the floor near the door of the room. Once this whole misunderstanding was cleared up, you’d like to keep your job. Which meant sitting on the floor so you didn’t mess anything up.

And you swear, you definitely were not crying. Why would you need to? There was nothing wrong. But tears fell down your cheeks anyways. You were afraid. Just what had you done wrong? Perhaps the crystal had taken pity on you and saved you, and there was no other explanation. You were not a glaive, and certainly not royal, but…

You knew that the moment you warped, you became a person of interest to the crown. And persons of interest often never got their normal life back.

You were crying in earnest at this point, and didn’t notice the door to the room open.

“Hello?” A soft voice called, and you curled into yourself, hoping that if you just stayed behind the door, they wouldn’t notice you.

The door swung open further and you watched over your knees to see who it was. His back was to you, but you felt despair rise up in your chest and buried your face in your knees again. That black hair was unmistakable. The prince was about to see your face after you’d just gotten done crying. Great.

“Noct? I don’t think anyone’s in here.” Called another voice from the doorway, who you mentally cursed twice in your head. Because you could hear the prince turn around to address the speaker.

“I swear, I heard someone cry…Uh…” You could only guess that he gestured to you, and that the other guy must have taken a look behind the door. Because there was a yelp of surprise and on the other side of the door you swear you heard him fall over. Which surprised you enough to look up and meet the prince’s concerned and slightly panicked face.

Well shit. This was awkward.

You rubbed at your eyes hurriedly, even though you knew it was no good trying to hide your tears.

“Apologies, your highness,” you began, “I didn’t mean to disturb you and your friend’s day.”

“N-no. It’s fine. I’m just…” He turned away and as practically pleading with his eyes for the blond haired one to help him.

“Are you alright?” the blond flat out asked, after peeking at you from the other side of the door. He still hadn’t gotten off the floor.

“I’m fine.” You said, and flashed a half-hearted smile. “But you shouldn’t be here.”

The blond one glanced at Noctis, who was still just as confused as before. You continued, hoping to scare him away and leave you alone. “I’m being investigated by your father for something. You really shouldn’t be here”

At that, a panicked look flashed across both their faces and you buried your own back into your knees. But to your surprise, when you heard the door close, instead of being alone the two boys sat beside you.

“Weelll…You’re in the royal guest wing, so that means you’re not considered dangerous.” Noctis began.

The one beside him continued. “Besides! If you WERE dangerous, you’d have guards around. There’s no guards near here!”

“And your point?” You asked quietly, wanting to be left to your misery.

“Point being, what’s wrong.” Noctis asked, nudging you with his shoulder.

You sniffled and then muttered the cursed words into your knees. “I fell out a window, which should have killed me.”

“That’s…geez, okay, so you’re crying tears of relief? I’d be if that happened to me.” The blond said, trying to draw a bit more out of you.

You shook your head. “No.”

“So….what are they investigating something like that for.” Noctis asked.

In annoyance, you looked over at him and looked him in the eye. “I only lived because I warped.”

Then you burrowed your head back into your knees, and hoped to stay curled up. What you were not expecting was the sudden burst of energy from the two beside you.

“What?!” The blond jumped to his feet and pulled you up as well after grabbing your wrists. “Are you part of the Kingsglaive? But you’re our age!”

Noctis had stood up in just pure surprise. You had to pry your wrists from the blond and drew them back to yourself.

“N-no. I’m not Kingsglaive.” You looked between the two of them, just talking to them as if you were all normal teens. “It just…happened. I’m just a servant you see.”

They looked at each other, and you could tell were about to ask a million and a half questions, but then there was a knock at the door. They both paled, and you ended up shoving them behind the door where you had been sitting. After gesturing for them to be quiet, you walked over and answered the door, slipping into your professional demeanor….or, as best you could with tears stains running down your face.

“Yes?”

“If you could follow me back to the council room, we have a few things we need to explain. Excuse our harsh behavior from earlier.”

“W-what?” You dared a glance behind the door at the two standing there as still as possible, before leaving the room. “Explain what…?”

You followed behind and shut the door behind you, keeping the prince’s and his friend’s presence secret.

You were returned to the room that night, and had actually been forced to climb into the bed and lay down. Or rather…your body had forced you to, due to passing out at the unexpected news. And now you were just laying in bed staring at the ceiling. Your mind still would not let you believe what the king had told you.

Your grandmother had been King Regis’ father’s mistress. And apparently, she went missing one night. And they had dug up the reason why. You mother had been the half sister of king Regis. A secret your grandmother wanted concealed from everyone. Which made you…

You were suddenly startled by the thud that came from the balcony.

You sat up and looked over with a frown.There was the prince and his friend, looking like they were climbing down from the balcony above yours. From the way the blond was kicking his legs, he was losing his grip on the stone above him. The prince was below him recovering from his own fall. You could see what was about to happen, and winced when the blond fell on top of the prince.

“Gracious Astrals…” You muttered as you got out of bed, noticing you were still dressed thankfully. You hurried over to them and helped them to their feet.

“Couldn’t you have come the normal way?” You asked in a whisper, as if you were afraid that you might be overheard.

The blond shrugged. “Noctis has a bed time.”

“Shut up Prompto.” The prince hissed, lightly smacking his arm.

You let yourself laugh. The prince really was just another teenager…

“Noctis?” A voice called out from the balcony above yours.

You turned and looked at the two with a raise eyebrow, as if asking why you shouldn’t give them away. They glanced at each other and grabbed you and darted into the hallway. You didn’t question it. You were just told that you were part royal, so going on the run with the prince might as well be a thing too.

“Honestly, Ignis has the six sense of a mother hen.” Noctis muttered as you all hurried down the hall.

“Just where are we going? And who’s Ignis?” you asked, willingly going along.

Prompto smiled, “He’s going to be Noct’s adviser…er….maybe both of yours?”

“So you’ve heard?” You asked, looking between them.

“Yeah, dad-I mean the king actually had me sit down with him and explained the situation. What a better way to introduce you to everyone than by sneaking around the palace right?”

“Uh…I don’t know.”

“Noctis, Prompto, you stay right there!” you heard the voice from earlier call, and both their eyes got wide when they saw who you assumed was Ignis at the end of the hall.

“Run for it!” Prompto yelped, and you all darted back the way you came.

“Prompto, you’re taking one for the team.” Noctis said suddenly.

“What?!”

“You have anything throwable on you?” he turned to ask as you both ran.

“Uh…a pen?” You reached into your front pocket and pulled one out. He in turn pulled out a small pocket knife.

“That’ll work. Throw it on the count of three. One…two…”

“Noct! no fair!”

“Three!”

You tossed it in the same direction as he threw the pocket knife and felt him latch onto your arm. Suddenly, the blinking feeling from before overwhelmed you and you found yourself pulled along with him to where your pen was. You got dizzy, but then he laughed upon hearing a shriek of fear from Prompto being caught by Ignis.

You had to admit, this was kind of entertaining.

Noctis pulled you along, and you quickened your steps. You were really surprised to see a rather large smile on his face.

“Prince Noctis?”

“You don’t have to call me that.” He looked at you and was practically bouncing up and down in excitement. “We’re family. The fact I was able to warp with you proves it.’

“Huh?”

“When you warp, you can’t take anyone with you, unless they already have the ability to warp…But you’ll learn that.”

“Learn?”

“You’re related to royalty. Did you think that doesn’t mean anything?”

You stopped where you were and frowned. “I…I just assumed that I might go back to my old job honestly….”

He shook his head, also stopping. “According to dad, you’re going to start lessons along side me.”

“Lessons? Like…” You could hear Ignis, who was currently dragging a struggling Prompto along.

“Like warping on your own. Go!”

This time you followed Noctis with a laugh, and let him pull you into another warp to get away again.

As it turned out, Ignis was a lot nicer than Noctis had you believe. He was in charge of you both for now, until your own retainer could be found. There wasn’t a place for you at the court yet, but Regis had made sure that you felt welcome in the family. (Noctis made doubly sure.)

You both were in the same year of school, and at Noctis’ request you got to go to the same high school. Where he discovered that you were two years younger than him.

“This nerd skipped two grades.” He’d tease when offically introducing you to Ignis and Gladiolus.

It became obvious that after a few years, Noctis had begun to see you as a younger sibling instead of distant cousin.

In your lessons with Gladio, he always made sure he didn’t harm you. In your tutoring session with Ignis, he tried to make you less overwhelmed. And surprisingly, Iris was chosen to be your bodyguard, something that she enjoyed. It meant she got to be near her older brother and Noctis on a daily basis. You’d yet to find a retainer. Ignis was in charge of you both still, much to his horror.

All in all, it was a good life.

Noctis seemed to be thrilled with you around, and you didn’t ever voice it out loud, but you thought maybe it was because he didn’t have to worry about the future alone. Not anymore.

And you weren’t so worried either.