Boys with a crush on someone who looks very intimidating, but turns out to be very sweet person :)

(I actually had to look up the meaning and synonyms of the word intimidate to see how much I could get away with in this. I was trying to think of different ways someone could be intimidating. xD)

Noctis:

His crush had started in high school.

They always had the same expression on their face. No matter what anyone did. It was always a look of disdain, anger, or disgust, he could never be sure which. They never spoke either. It was kind of scary. And they fact that when they walked the halls, they did not just jump out of the way like most people did for him. No rather they’d stare him down until he moved an equal amount for them to both walk through the hall. Honestly, their presence in a room was very commanding, and almost screamed for everyone to just LEAVE THEM ALONE.

He was smitten though. His friends questioned this when they found out of course. And all of them asked why them. Was it was their eyes? The graceful way they held themself? Maybe their calm and cool demenor? No matter what they’d ask, he’d always say no. And the answer, when he finally gave one, surprised them.

It was their smile.

He’d only ever seen it once, but that was all it took. It was when he was passing through a park, on one of the very rare occasions he’d ventured out alone without telling someone. He’d happened to hear a dog barking and happened to look over to when the source of the sound came from. To his surprise, there they were. Chasing after a dog and smiling to themself. He didn’t want to bother them and ruin the moment, so he left them alone and went home. But the smile stuck with him.

Eventually, he worked up the nerve to sit near them and start up a conversation. His brain stalled at the startled expression on their face, and the soft kind voice that came from them. They were very animated he realized, as expression after expression crossed their face. And then they frowned, which was actually more of a pout, when he said that they always looked angry.

“What? No! I’m not always angry. I just always have my face relaxed.” As if to make a point they relaxed their face and their usual expression fell into place. It clicked in his head then that they just had a naturally grumpy neutral expression, and laughed.

It was the start of another wonderful friendship. ~~(And their smile still made his heart skip a beat.)~~

Prompto:

He only ever saw them when he went for his run. It was almost habit. It’d been years since they’d first saw each other, and there was something of a silent respect between them. When he’d first started running, other runners would sometimes stop to help him correct his form, or the encourage him. A lot of his social skill were learned from all these bright runners, who rose and ran at the crack of dawn and evening’s twilight.

But they? They never stopped for anyone. Those who tried to help them, and those who needed help. it didn’t matter. They were so focused on themself they just didn’t have time to get to know the others. They were cold. Distant. Anti-social. And they ran like the devil was at their heels. He couldn’t help but admire them, even if he knew they’d never look his way. But the others? They worried endlessly for someone so isolated and focused. Any attempts at talking with them was often met with cool silence.

Through the years, very few facts about them had been revealed. They started running around the same time he did was one of the few he was aware of. They were fast, frighteningly so, was another. And as if to make it a point, they’d try and pass everyone at least twice on the run around the park. (And they often succeeded.)

However, one day, Prompto, in a rare fit of confidence, wanted to prove himself to this person he’d admired for so long. And so, when he heard their telltale foot steps behind him, he ran faster. And when they sped up to try and run past him again, he once again increased his pace. Soon, they were both full on sprinting around the park. When they did managed to catch up to him, pacing it just so they were running side by side, a wild grin lit up their face as they both pressed on.

At the end of their run, they turned and offered their hand to him, introducing themselves at last. As he’d get to know them, he’d find out that their attitude and demeanor wasn’t meant as a slight, but rather that they just couldn’t afford to lose focus of their footing. Revealing very poor health that doctors had said would result in them being sickly all their life, they had actually rebelled against that idea. Running was their freedom. And Prompto was very happy to learn that their personality was just as bubbly as his.

Gladiolus:

Damn, they looked like they could kill a man. (And have probably.) They were someone important around the Citadel he could tell. The way they carried themself, they had to be a Marshall, Crownsguard, or Glaive. But he could never peg them for what they were. They gave nothing away. Their face was always polished smooth, like stone. Even in the middle of battle. But there were many people like that here. Heck, he was one of them.

What made them intimidating was their allure.

Something about them drew the eye. Screamed ‘look at me’. They were dangerously charming, and without effort. More than once, he’d seen someone stop in their tracks upon meeting their gaze, or even the most practiced speaker stumbling over their words upon making eye contact. And when they spoke, people listened. And there was never room for anyone to argue, not that they wanted to.

But this polished image, he should have guessed it was wearing on them. The day he rounds a corner in the citadel, and finds someone crashing into him, he’s deeply surprised to see the look on their face. Like they were lost. And he doesn’t even bother asking if they’re okay, not because he’s tongue tied, but because he recognizes the signs of someone about to break. He guides them away from everyone, to an area where he knows no one goes.

They explain that they’re in training to be a negotiator, and they have to be flawless and perfect, and charming, and they’re actually very scared and can’t even fight and- He has to cut them off and clam them down. It was actually a large surprise that the intimidating person that he liked actually had the personality of a bunny. But it was endearing. So he’d offer his shoulder for them to lean on, and they trusted him enough to be themselves.

~~(He does, eventually, actually call them bunny to their face.)~~

Ignis:

Even though Ignis wasn’t usually one to be intimidated by anyone, this person managed it. How? They could vanish. Not really, but it seemed like it. They’d be standing next to you one second, and then gone the next. It was unnerving. Plus, they were quiet. Like a ghost almost. A lot of people thought they were kind of creepy because of it. They worked in the library, and would often be seen re-shelving books quietly and sticking to themselves generally.

It would be when he encounters them outside of the library that he finds himself more than a little take with them. They, shockingly enough, live in the same apartment building. And when a small cat makes an appearance in his own apartment via the window, he’s a bit lost at what to do. It’s small, not quiet a kitten, but not a full grown cat either.

That’s when he hears a small voice calling for a cat. He sticks his head out the window and then actually end up talking like that for a bit before they realize that it’s silly to be speaking from the windows. He scoops up the cat and takes it back to them, and that’s that. But it’s not. Because soon after, cans of ebony would somehow find their way into his things at work, and no one ever sees who it was.

And he finds the gesture very sweet of them, despite their ghostly act.

~~(He’d never admit to leaving his windows open on purpose for the small cat to clamber though just so he’d have an excuse to talk to them and thank them.)~~

The boys’ reaction to their s/o playfully braiding bits of their hair? (Since the boys tend to have fairly long hair– more or less) ovo/ (Or, just playing with their hair in general– you pick!)

Noctis:

He’d be asleep when it first happens, and not notice the many small braids until someone points it out to him after they get out of the car to all stretch their legs.

The braids would be small and precise. Almost unnoticeable until you were standing right next to him.

He’d track down his S/O and wrap his arms around them from behind, and rest his chin on their head.

They’d let him hem and haw, playfully complaining about the braids. They’d tell him to shush and say it was for falling asleep on their lap in the car. “My legs fell asleep because of you.”

He wouldn’t really mind. In fact, he’d actually be a little surprise in the amount of work the small braids must have taken.

His S/O would never admit it, but his hair was so fine and soft that wrangling the soft strands into the braids had been super difficult. (Not to mention that his hair had barely been long enough.)

They would then get back into the car and Noctis would soon be laying right back where he was. But this time, though his eyes were closed he was awake. The feeling of their hands in his hair would relax him so much, and this time he would get to enjoy the feeling.

(Though he’d despise how WAVY his hair would be when they’d take out the braids. His S/O would think it’s adorable.)

Prompto:

Like a fussy toddler, he’d not sit STILL long enough to actually finish any of the braids. So his S/O would have to settle for just playing with the strands and twisting them.

His hair would be surprisingly thick to the touch, and he wouldn’t really notice them playing with his hair. (His mind would be watching the landscape around them, or deeply invested in his thoughts.)

His S/O would be so used to having him suddenly move, that their hands become well practiced with feather light touches and pulling their hand just far enough away when he turns his head they don’t accidentally startle him by pulling his hair.

It’d be hilarious to his S/O the day they see him take a selfie, and get the most confused expression on his face when he sees the small beginning of a crown of twisted hair.

They’d make it a game then to see just how much they could alter his hair without him noticing.

He’d eventually catch them, and laugh alongside them at how he’d never noticed them playing with his hair.

Gladiolus:

This would be something he’d be used to after growing up with a younger sibling.

At the first feeling of fingers in his hair, a soft smile would cross his face when he’d look up at his S/O and indulge them.

His S/O would be one of those people that needs their hands busy in order to relax. He on the other hand, just finds the feeling of their fingers in his hair pleasantly relaxing as well. And it’d soon become habit for them at the end of their day to do this with each other.

Sometimes, if they’re on a long car ride together, the braids will also make and appearance because of boredom.

He’d be the one to leave the braids in his hair, finding that it actually keeps his hair off his face better than just styling it backwards.

~~(Perhaps this is the reason he grows his hair out.)~~

Ignis:

Imagine his surprise when one day, on the rare chance he drifts off before everyone, he wakes up with his hair in little loosely braided strands. He’s a normally light sleeper, so not waking to someone touching his hair would deeply surprise him.

He’d wonder who, but then realize that the only one closest to him is his S/O, which he’d look at fondly while they slept.

Before they awoke as well, he’d undo the braids in his hair, and manage to get the most of the waves caused by the braids under control. But even with him managing to get his hair into it’s normally style, it’s a lot fluffier than normal.

Actions have meaning with him, so the fact they took the time to place braids in his hair, even if it was just them paying with it, would mean a lot.

As a small form of ‘revenge’, he’d place the tiniest braid in their hair before they woke as well, which when they did wake, they’d leave in the rest of the day.

T_T Me again. I’m kinda down right now ( Life is such a devil) that’s why I ask for a request with Noctis and his s/o spending time together on valentines day. Write it as a scenario or as a headcanon. ;; By the way. Happy Valentines Day!

I hope you feel better! Happy Valentines day!

Noctis would be someone who would start valentines celebrations the night before. Like, he’d invite his S/O over to his apartment for dinner, a movie, and cuddling.

They’d fall asleep next to each other and take their time waking up. Like, they don’t get out of bed until their stomachs growling would force them out. Which would be around 11am. (Lets face it, Noctis has never missed breakfast. So even getting out of bed this late would be a feat.)

They’d attempt to cook something together, but just end up ordering a lunch in. (Ignis would probably have to clean the burnt pans. Or they’d throw them away leaving him wondering where all Noctis’ pans went.)

After that, they’d get ready to go out for the night. They know that downtown is full of activities to do together, and though both don’t really like crowds, they really don’t want to just stay inside all day.

They get ready and dress up. Noctis would actually be in a nice shirt and pants, with appropriate shoes to match. They would dress to match him.

Then away they’d go! Hand in hand and love struck expressions on their face. (It’d be funny trying to compliment Noctis, simply because he’d be so flustered by all this already.)

Once outside, they’d occasionally catch sight of people they know. (Like…wait when did prompto get a valentine?! Gladio too!)

Walking in the park is definitely something that’d happen. Perhaps they’d get to see a free concert in the same park.

Somehow, they get roped into a competition to have one of their hands tied to their partner’s, and not break the string.

They’d break it in the first five minutes because they get pulled apart by the crowd. But they don’t mind. So long as they find each other again.

They’d also end up napping in the park together. They’re not the only couple to do so either. A bunch of cuddlebugs in the park.

They end up running into Prompto again, with his valentine, and have a bit of a double date. they go out to dinner and a movie again. And Prompto would offer to take a few photos of them.

They’d agree and he’d get some great photos to remember this day by.

They’d part ways again and go back to his place, where he’d reveal a few gifts for them. Stuffed animals, candies, and cheesy cards.

They’d spend the rest of the time cuddling on the couch.

Can you do a hc for the boys where their crush is super self conscious of the way they look when they smile & laugh so they always end up covering their face?? 💜

Super adorable!!!

Noctis:

He’d be a little disappointed through out the day when he’d see them cover their smile every single time they smiled or laughed. But he wouldn’t ask about it, knowing it’d probably make them even more self-conscious. He’s well aware of their feelings.

This causes him to fall in love with waking up next to them in the morning. (The only thing he loves about mornings really.) (Also, Noctis does make it a point to sleep next to them, because they sometimes cuddle in their sleep and like hell he’s missing out on cuddling.)

Sleepy mornings where they’re both allowed to take them time waking are the best because they’re too sleepy to hide from him.

It’s during this moment that he’d allowed to see their smile in all it’s glory. And he’d probably subtly make sure their hands were trapped between them, or maybe even behind him if they’re cuddling, just so he could see it just a little longer.

Once fully awake they’d start covering their mouth right away again, which would cause him to sigh, but smile to himself. (He’d hope that one day they’d trust him enough to smile freely around him.)

Prompto:

It would only be a habit from a long forgotten past that would keep their hand rising to their mouth. He’d tease them about it, but they wouldn’t be able to break their habit.

It’d soon start to drive him UP THE WALL. Like, even though they’d been friends for so long, HE’D NEVER SEEN THEIR SMILE. He’s sure it’s cute and sweet, and irresistibly adorable and he just really really wants to see them smile.

So, he’d decide that he was going to make his crush laugh and smile. ALL. DAY. LONG. Like, the day is filled with 100% percent jokes, gags, tricks, and banter just for them. Because they’re bound to forget hiding SOMETIME. Right?

(The other three know what’s going on, and play along to help him.)

But ti wouldn’t work. In fact, they’d completely hide their face when they laugh too hard.

Eventually, when they have a moment alone he’d say, “That’s it.”

And before they can question what he means, he tackles them, pins them down, and tickles them after trying and failing all day to make them smile without their hand in the way. HE WANTS TO SEE DAMN IT.

They’d probably shout in surprise and then start uncontrollably smiling and laughing. Which also dissolves into threatening him. “J-Just-You-WAIT-PROM!!!!!!”

He finally get to see their smile and basks in it for about five seconds….and then realizes what he’s done. He goes PALE.

He, unfortunately, is WAAAY more ticklish than them. So he darts away while they’re catching their breath. IT doesn’t take them long though, and they catch up with him and gets their revenge.

(He finds he doesn’t really mind though. They’re smiling all the while.)

Gladio:

This guy, after every laugh and smile, will make it a point to touch some part of his crush if they’re self-conscious enough to hide something a beautiful as a smile. Be it their shoulder, their hand, maybe their face if they’re that close at the time.

Instead of forcing it like Prompto, or stealing moments like Noctis, he’d the one who will wait for them to show him. And he’s very patient.

He’ll be the most attentive one, even beating out Ignis. He’s going to make sure to compliment them every time he even thinks they’re doubting themself. Make it a point to glance away from them if they show signs of wanting to hide. And close his eyes when they’re alone together so they don’t feel the need to hide.

All this to slowly build up their confidence and trust in him until one day, they smile openly and freely. (And in his opinion, it’s the sweetest smile he’d ever seen.)

Ignis:

He’s definitely the sneakiest one of them all. While he’d respect his crush enough to wait for them, like Gladio does, he’d also going to follow Noctis’ method and steal moments of their smile for himself.

He’d make sure they’d be alone (Perhaps just spending time away from the others) and hold out his arm for them to take, just being a gentleman, so they’d be close. They’d be able to lean their head on his shoulder as they walked, which suited him fine. The closer they were, the better this would work.

Then, he’d try making them smile with silly thoughts and what if scenarios. But since they’re so close, he can see a bit behind their hand, to the smile hidden there.

It would be a like a small preview, a gift really, of what he had to look forward to in the future. He treasures those stolen moments really, and sincerely wishes to be the first to see their smile uncovered.

Could I get a match up? I’m a 5″6 pansexual girl with orange hair and an average build. I’m pretty chill but occasionally get super moody. My friends are super important to me even though I really value alone time. I spend most of my time playing video games or watching Netflix and I love anything horror. Everyone in a while I’ll pick up a book. I love animals, especially dogs, and I’m working to become a vet.

I match you with Noctis!

He’s a pretty chill person himself, but moody as well. If you’re both moody at the same time, things could become a little difficult. But otherwise, both your interests are the same. Aside from dogs. He’d think they’re too high energy, but enjoy sitting with older dogs who are about as chill as him. Video games and netflix to relax would be a dream for him. And your orange hair would be something he’d be a bit enamored with.

Friendly anon here. Wait… i’m not a anon anymore D: . I need a new nickname… But forget this right now. I’m here for headcanon! How about Noctis and Prompto with a s/o who is strong enough to win arm wrestling against daddy gladdy. How would they react ~

ITS YOOOOOUUUU. BUT NOT AS AN ANON. Hey there! 😀 Ended up turning into’s it’s usual kerfuffle of headcanons and scenarios mixed together. Whoops!

Noctis:

It would happen when they’re killing time in the training room. All three would be sprawled out on the floor relaxing after a session.

He’d listen to Gladio and his S/O’s conversation with an amused expression on his face. They’d both be bragging of their respective strength.

Noctis would know that they’re strong, and that they could probably kick his ass if they really wanted to. But that wouldn’t stop him from worrying when the two’s bragging becomes a competition.

They both would be sizing each other up, and the poor prince would worry. He’d seen that look on both their faces before, and very rarely did things turn out alright after it.

Gladio would be the one to suggest the arm wrestling match, because of course he would. Noctis would try to discourage them from agreeing because LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HIS ARMS.

…Needless to say, that backfires and they agree. Noctis would shake his head and just brace for whatever’s about to happen.

They rope him in to be the ref though, and he agrees back this was seriously going to be interesting. Even if it’s a bad idea.

Gladio would find a small table and a pair of chairs for them to use, and they both would take their place. Noctis would count them off.

Three…two…one…Go!

It’d only last a few moments. They’d mostly be resisting Gladio’s pressure at first, and at the first sign of their arm tilting backwards, Gladio would grin.

HOWEVER. Gladio is very taken off guard when they suddenly twist their wrist, and lock it. And they’d suddenly light up with an evil grin and he’d knows he’s screwed.

They suddenly pour all their strength into the battle, going from 0 to 100 in a blink of an eye. And not only would they force Gladio’s hand down, the table’s such a delicate thing it gives and suddenly Gladio HIMSELF is thrown to the floor.

“OOPS.”

It would be very dramatic scene, especially with the table collapsing like it did.

And poor Noctis would be shocked. Like, jaw dragging on the floor, wide eyed, shocked. He’d need a moment to register what just happened….But that’s when the laughter would begin.

It would start by a small laugh bubbling out of him, followed by him looking at the situation again and then he just can stop. He’s in stitches. His S/O looks almost too pleased with themself as they help Gladio to his feet. Gladio is shaking his head and smiling.

They’d wander over to Noctis, would would drape his arms around their shoulders. “That was priceless!”

He’d press a kiss to their cheek and chuckle as Gladio leaves for the day. And then they’d lean their arm on his shoulder.

“You want to try a round Noctis?” They’d tease, and he’d of course, say no, but smile all the same.

Prompto:

Going drinking with this pair is NEVER a good idea, but they’d end up tagging along to watch out for Prompto.

Which, it’s a surprisingly pleasant time. They’re all a little tipsy(maybe…), but nothing unmanageable. (Not like last time. How Prompto even remembers how out of hand they all got is a miracle.)

Though things quickly go south when Gladio gets challenged to an arm wrestling match in the bar they’re in, wins, and gets a drink as a prize.

This leads to a whole CHAIN of people lining up to have a go at him. Which leads to more winning. And more drinks. And him getting more and more tipsy.

The couple would try and convince him it was enough, which leads to him very loudly challenging them both as well.

Prompto and his S/O would look at each other, and shrug. Mind as well give it a go right? He’d never agree to this while sober.

(Prompto worries a bit because his S/O is always in baggy sweaters. And looks like a strong breeze could steal them away. But who’s he to deny them right?)

Prompto goes first and winds up with a bruise on the back of his hand.

He admits defeat and goes back over to his S/O after getting Gladio his drink.

His S/O then glowers at Gladio. They take off their sweater so they’re in their tank top with a bit more freedom to move, roll their shoulders, and swear that they hear Prompto behind them somewhere squeak.

(HOW DID HE NOT KNOW THEY WERE SO ATHLETIC UNDER THEIR SWEATER?!)

They sit down across from Gladio and smile sweetly. He makes a crack about their size and worries he’ll break them. They keep grinning and offer their hand and a deal. “I win, we all go home to sleep this off.”

He agrees, takes it, and signs his death warrant.

They furiously push against each other. (Prompto doesn’t admit it until later, but he took a BUNCH of pictures to remember this by. Because god damn. Look at those muscles.)

Prompto’s S/O then grimaces and forces Gladio’s arm down slowly, tick by tick until….

His hand touches down. And his S/O Stands up and does a small victory dance. Prompto is so damn pround that they took down the giant that he rushes over to them and picks them up while spinning around.

Gladio ends up laughing and nearly drops off into sleep where he’s sitting. They get him up and out the door, Prompto teasing them about how he didn’t know they worked out.

The next day, Gladio and Prompto’s s/o don’t remember what happened. But Prompto does and makes it a point to cuddle close to them so he can feel their arms around him too.

(Bonus headcanon: Prompto doesn’t actually drink. All his drinks were nonalcoholic. He honestly just tags along for drinks with Gladio for fun. Which is also how he remembers everything the next day.)

Since all the guys have hair log enough to cover the backs of their necks… what would their reaction be to their s/o gently pushig their hair away to kiss the back of their neck as a little surprise? (… Gladio and Ignis would probably have to be sitting down for this to work with an average s/o pfft)

~~They’d definitely be sitting for these.~~

Noctis:

This poor boy would jump a mile in the air first off. He’s a lot jumpier than one would expect. His face would turn red and he’d probably try stuttering out a question. Which would never make it out of his mouth, because his S/O would just laugh and walk off, confusing him. (He’d really like neck kisses though.)

Prompto:

Prompto would shiver at the feeling of cool lips pressed against his neck. He’s definitely not used to anything touching his neck, so he’s going to flush a very dark red, but smile in appreciation all the same and return their affection with a kiss to their cheek.

Gladiolus:

He’d probably hum in acknowledgement, not outwardly showing any surprise, and before they could step away pull them into his lap and kiss all over their face. They’d both laugh, and press their foreheads together. (The other make fun of them once they’re done for being so sweet together.)

Ignis:

Pressing a kiss to Ignis’ neck as a surprise, and then expecting a reaction, is NOT a good idea. (Or maybe it is depending…) He’d be the one to turn it into a game. They’d press a kiss to his neck, so he’d, later on, press a kiss to that small area beneath their earlobe and whisper sweet nothings to them. If they manage to pretend to be unaffected, they’d try and come up with a way to draw a surprised reaction out of him. (While he’d do the same.) The others can see whats up, but don’t mention it. It’s slightly entertaining watching them. Like watching a spy vs spy cartoon.

We don’t always fall for good people, who are right for us, so I wanna read boys experiencing similar thing. Can I request headcanons with chocobros having a crush on someone, who isn’t very nice to them (or other people)? Just make their crush a terrible person, but they still can’t help but like them.

Oh wow. Owch.

Noctis:

He’d like them despite everyone warning him away from them. They’re terrible. He knows. They can be cruel to everyone near them. He knows. They’re taking advantage of him. He knows, he swears. But he can’t help it. Under their abrasive personality, he sometimes gets a glimpse of a sweet person. One who’s kindness more than makes up for how they behave regularly. And he’s sure that’s who they really are. And if he just….If he just gives them everything they ask for, bend to their will, perhaps if he just gives all his kindness and more….They’ll become that sweeter person. Permanently.

It’s not until years later he realizes they won’t change. They’re still the same and he’s so tired of trying to change them. It’s emotionally exhausting. And it hurts. Because he still likes them. It hurts so much but he can’t be their friend anymore. And when they lash out and leave him in the dust, like they’ve done with so many other people, he can’t help but cry.

This is not how a first love should go.

Prompto:

They’re sweet, and sickeningly kind. They’re all smiles and laughter, and cooed sweet nothings in his ears. And meant only for him. Because they’re friends right? So he’s sure he’s imagining it when they give him a backhanded compliment about much they love how he doesn’t care how he looks to another person. Or how much they envy his lack of responsibilities. He doesn’t notice them really…until they become more and more frequent.

He especially hates when they remind him of how much he weighed. And If he ever mentions it, they always point out how it was a compliment, and how they really didn’t mean to hurt him and oh my gosh, how could they? He’d end up comforting them over their spite filled words. Eventually, this would wear him down to where it’s enough. ENOUGH.

He’d distance himself from them, recognizing how they’d back him into a corner mentally, and make it seem like him being upset was his own fault. He’d have to take a few days just to breath, because his mind would occasionally flash back to those sweet words and secret smiles he’d fallen for. But he’d force himself to keep moving forward and away from them.

This is not how love should make you feel.

Gladiolus:

They’re pretty, but there’s something dangerous about them. Like they’re constantly dancing on the edge of some invisible cliff. Originally, this constant feeling of energy around them would pull him in. They’d be someone who could keep up with his life. They’d manage to stand beside him unflinchingly. When Gladio falls, man does he fall.

They’ve no care for safety, their own or others. They once convinced him to break into the ballroom of the palace on a whim, the one that had been closed off since he was a child. And he agreed because they had a daring smile, and had said please. But when they almost got caught, they left him, and upon confronting them later they just said it was his own fault for not being faster.

“Don’t expect me to follow you into the dark.”

As they grew closer, he noticed how their attitude was stuck in the same process. Seek danger, cause trouble, abandon anyone who can’t keep up. A refusal to trust anyone. He’d want to prove he could be the exception. He would be there. Please please please, just trust me to be there. But they wouldn’t. They’d say they’re friends, and they do trust him, but even he can tell that they didn’t mean it.

He’d be forced to end the friendship for both of their sakes. And he’d be a little broken up when they just let him go, turn their back on him, and never speak to him again. Occasionally he still thinks of them, and hopes that they found someone they could trust finally.

Love is about trust after all.

Ignis:

They’d be quiet and distant, and he’d want to reach them. He’d first give them small gestures, just wishing to be friends first off. And while they accept what he gives, they don’t ever drop the icy personality around him. But they smile a bit more, and greet him using his first name despite the cold treatment. Something that would give him hope.

Ignis is a giver. And he’d keep giving and giving, hoping that maybe, he could lure them out of their shell. No one tells him that they’ve done this before. Charmed someone and drew everything they could out of them until they could give no more. Everyone knows he needs to learn this on his own.

He’d consider them friends, but they’d be reluctant to say so. But they’d give just enough affection to him to keep encouraging him. To keep him coming back to them. Just as friends though. He doesn’t know that friends don’t have to give friends gifts just to make them smile.

Finally, after years of this, he really has no more energy to offer them. And, when they realized this, he’d absolutely shattered when they move onto a new person. Someone who like him thought they were beautiful, kind, shy, and quiet. Who just wanted to lure them out of their shell. He’d eventually move on as well, as any attempt to reconcile with them was met with that same steely distance and silence.

Love isn’t about only giving.

Scenario Time with Noctis and his s/o who loves to stick their head under his shirt when the woke up after a nightmare ~

Odd/unusual request!…. but I love Scenarios. I’ll give it a go! 😀

The first time it happens, Noctis doesn’t expect it. They’re laying next to each other, and he’d been awake, his own fear of nightmares keeping him for falling asleep. It was peaceful, and their steady breathing next to him was a giant comfort. It was almost enough to lull him to sleep himself…So, when his S/O suddenly bolts upright silently with wide eyes, he’d nearly warps out of bed and across the room. He hadn’t been that startled in a while. He’d look at them for a bit, and become increasingly worried when they stare unblinkingly ahead of themself.

He’d sit up next them then, and place a reassuring hand on their back. This would cause them to flinch, but snap them out of that unnerving stare. They suddenly turn to him, and fist both their hands in his shirt and bury their face in his chest. They’d take a heaving breath, but wouldn’t be able to get out what they had dreamed about. He’d sit there and hold them, trying to still their shaking and get them to breath with him. It wouldn’t work, and his sleepy brain would only come up with one solution.

Stuff them under his shirt.

Now, his logic behind this was that they’d be able to hear him breathing better, and listen to his heartbeat. He’d be grateful not only for the dark, but the fact that if they were under his shirt they wouldn’t be able to see his face. Slowly but surely he was getting red, because his did just stuff someone under his shirt. But he couldn’t focus on that now. He instead focused on reassuring them again, and breathing slowly and purposely to get them to calm down.

It works.

They breath with him, and calm down enough to call his name. He’d let them out of his shirt and look them over. They’d shake their head, not wanting to talk about it. So instead he’d pull them into his arms and lay back down with them. They also hold him, and they’d just talk. Talking helped usually. They wouldn’t stick ot any particular topic, but rather go where their mind wanted to.

And they fall asleep in each others arms, feeling safe and secure.

then the second time it happens, he does the shirt thing right away. It calms them quicker than last time. He whispers sweet nothings in their ears, and hope that their nightmares would vanish.

By the third time, it’s habit. One they’re both comfortable with.

The fourth time, they’re with the others, but they don’t question it. Not with the devastated and fearful look that had been on Noctis’ S/O’s face after waking. They assume it’s Noctis’ way of giving them privacy.

The fifth, time, they actually fall asleep in his shirt. He doesn’t care. It’s comforting to feel someone against his chest, so steadily breathing.

And everytime after that, it’s nothing new. The nightmares can’t reach them when they hear his heart beat.

…

~~The 10 years he was gone would be their own personal hell.~~

What would the chocobros do if their crush called them in the middle of the night just to say that they were missing them and wanted to hear their voice?

Noctis:

He’d probably be asleep and answer sleepily. But he’d chuckle and stay up for just a little longer to talk with them. He misses them too, but doesn’t get a chance to call very often. So he’d appreciate them calling first. (And honestly, they’d both fall asleep listening to one another’s voices.)

Prompto:

I can picture that he’d be up on his phone anyways when they call, and answer right away. He’d be excited to hear them and he can hear their joy at hearing him too. It’d be infectious and they’d end up staying up all night together on the phone. They’d end up wishing each other a good day before hanging up. (They don’t call very often thankfully, but sometimes Prompto caves and calls them instead which leads to the same situation.)

Gladiolus:

He’d be concerned, and sit up in bed worried. But he’d relax at their answer for why they called, and e’d find it endearing. He’d whisper to them quietly, about the next time he’d be in town, or maybe of their past together. They’d talk for about an hour before making each other hang up, so they’d both be ready for the next day. (He’d call first thing after he woke up to say good morning.)

Ignis:

He’d answer like he always does. But he’s voice would soften and he’d ask how they were upon realizing who it was. They wouldn’t even have to tell him they missed his voice, he’d just know. Because, secretly, he missed their voice as well. They’d stay up together until a rather late hour, just talking back and forth. They’d hang up on one another after promising to call at a decent hour next time.