Hi there! I’d like to request reaction scenarios (or headcanons, if easier for you) for the bros who couldn’t reach their s/o after the fall of Insomnia only to be told by Iris (or another member of the Crownsguard) that they were severely injured while trying to escape and still recovering in Lestallum? Love me some angst. ;) Thank you for your time.

D: ….here you go. xD I love angst but don’t know if I do it justice.

Noctis:

Someone very dear to him had been left in Insomnia. And he was headed for Altissia. It wasn’t a good thing or a bad one. It just was. They both knew, when they had first started their relationship, that one day they’d have to depart from one another. Because he was a prince and they…he didn’t want to say they were common but that’s how everyone else saw them. No matter how much they cared, their bloodline, or rather their lack of one, would part them. And he did care. He cared almost too much. And the words Ignis had spoken crushed him.

“There was an attack. The imperial army has taken the crown city.”

He felt sick at first. The king, his father, was confirmed dead. That alone was enough to upset him nearly to the point of tears. But then a moment later he recalled the person who he had left behind, and sheer panic flooded his system. When he had a moment alone, he dialed their number on their phone. But there was no answer.

He was distraught to say the least. He’d lost his father. Had he lost them as well? He knew the answer. Considering that they had been a member of the Kingsglaive, and the king was dead…he knew the answer. That would be when they’d go to observe the city at a distance, and they’d see the devastation first hand. Prompto on his behalf would be calling their phone very 5 minutes during the car ride there, in the hope that they’d answer and prove they were alright.

But upon arriving there’d still be no response.

He’d want to fall to his knees and scream at the world upon seeing the crown city in the distance. At the devastation that befell it. Of the dead he could not reach. Lunafreya’s name was added to the list then, and even his own name. How could life take so much away from him in such a short time?

That would be when they all start calling anyone in the city they know, trying to find out who was alive and who was dead. Cor would pick up and Noctis would demand answers. He’d tell them where to meet him, and confirm the king’s death. Noctis would ask about his ‘friend’ and Cor would only say he’d explain more upon seeing Noctis in person.

It’d give him hope. Maybe, just maybe, depending on what Cor said, they’d have made it out alright. Maybe there was one less name on the list of the dead. Finding Cor had been a challenge on it’s own, considering he had already moved on from Hammerhead by the time they reached there. Cindy would make sure they’re all right and give them directions on where to go.

That’s when she’d mention that Cor had a companion with him. One that wasn’t doing too well.

They hurried onward after that, hope beating in Noctis’ chest. Please please please let it be them. And upon reaching the outpost, they’d point him in the direction Cor was. Upon meeting with him, he’d explain things. About the blades he’d have to find, about the king’s motivations, and that the entire Glaive had fallen for their king.

But the the topic would then turn to the one he had managed to save. Most had died of their wounds, but this one? They had fought tooth and nail for their duty, even after being mortally wounded. It hadn’t been enough of course. Nothing would have been enough to stop the destruction of the city and death of the king. But they had held on for so long, long after their fellow glaives had succumbed to their wounds, that he couldn’t just leave them to die. So he brought them with. Did the best he could even after they went unconscious. And had hunters escort them to Lestallum to be taken care of by a friend of his.

He wouldn’t be able to see them for a long time. Cor didn’t even know their name. But the potential for it to be them was what gave him strength to keep moving forward. And even if it wasn’t them…He felt he owed a thanks to this member of the Kingsglaive for fighting for his father until the end.

And when he does get to Lestallum…It’s them. They’re in a wheelchair from how weakened they were, war torn, and despondent. But it’s them. And they’re expected to make a full physical recovery. They have a new scar along their forehead and along their neck from blades. He’s told they also have a few scars along their torso from bullets. It had been a very close call.

But then, it’d be revealed that they don’t remember much of anything. The trauma to their head took their memories away from them, and he’d apologize to them. They’d state he had nothing to apologize for. And on top of that, they’d stand up from their wheelchair, with great difficulty, and kneel before him. They’d state the only thing they do remember is the oath they took to serve the king. And since the previous king had passed, they’d like to stay at his side to serve as soon as they were well enough.

“A Kingsglaive has no purpose without a king to serve.”

It’d hurt. But he wouldn’t want to leave them again. So he’d allow it, and pull them to their feet.

“You stand as my equal now.” He’d mutter. You were always my equal.

How silly they’d been to allow something like bloodlines to part them. And it’d be uncertain if they’d ever be able to be together again with their missing memories. But they would stay by his side. Ifrit’s fire or Shiva’s wind, he wouldn’t let them leave his side ever again.

The others, of course, wouldn’t object. An experienced member of the kingsglaive fighting beside them would be welcome. (Plus, who could bear parting Noctis from the one person he’d managed to recover from the fallen city?) And so, they’d fight beside him, and grow furious with him if he’d try to protect them. Which he would. A lot. He’d fear for them more than he did for himself.

Bonus:

At the back of their mind, they’d felt like there was something important, something they knew they had lost, just within their reach… But they’d never strive to recover it. They pain they had felt every time they tried would keep them from it. And the pain they could see on Noctis’ face would cause them to keep him at arms length.

They’d never recover their memories willingly.

Prompto:

No one but him knew of the person he left behind. He, surprisingly, is very shy about his lovers, past and present. He’d have dozens of photos of his S/O, but those photos would only be for him. ~~Which wasn’t weird…right?~~ He’s not ashamed of them or anything, but he’d be uncomfortable letting his friends know about them for fear of being fun of. And they wouldn’t mind. No, they were patient and kind and loved him unreservedly. And they were willing to wait until he was absolutely sure in their relationship to reveal it.

He came to regret his silly reason for hiding their relationship.

When Insomnia falls, he’s pretty much alone in dealing with the fact they might be gone. The other don’t even KNOW about them after all. And Prompto is horrifyingly good at hiding what he’s feeling.

The other’s would have no clue about the turmoil he’d go through.

He’d still be the perfect best friend, letting Noctis lean on him and pretending he hadn’t lost anything. Which in truth, compared to the others he really had lost the least. And he let them assume that he hadn’t lost anyone important. Gods above it hurt to pretend as if his S/O didn’t exist, but he’d do it. For Noct’s sake.

They’d see the devastation for themselves, and upon seeing the others take out their phone to call those they cared about in the city. He’d subtly send a text to them, and hope for a response.

~~‘Darling, please, please answer if you’re alright. Please.’~~

When days had passed and there was no sign that they had even seen the message, he’d finally break. Mentally and emotionally. The others would worry about him when suddenly, the bubbly gunner would just fall quiet. And stay that way. He’d still be as supportive as ever, but his humor would be almost nonexistent. And though they enjoyed the precision and how ruthless he had become in battle, they’d miss the playful way he used to fight, and the balance he had brought with his actions.

Eventually, they’d corner him and it wouldn’t take much for it to come bursting out. Because he loved them damn it, and they weren’t responding. He was scared, and he didn’t want them to know. He was being selfish by even telling them he’d say. He never wanted to bother any of them with this. And they’d understand. They’d scold him lightly for not telling them sooner, but they’d understand.

They’d let him rest and recover for a while, camping while he worked through his loss. But no matter what they did, he just wouldn’t be the same. Noctis had been supportive and welcoming, and though it would help it wouldn’t heal. Ignis would make an effort to talk more with the youngest of their group, but responses that were sharp, cutting, and to the point would be all he’d get in return. Gladio would try to, literally, smack some sense into him…if only he could get a grip on him. Prompto was a slippery uncatchable little shit when he wanted to be.

Nothing would work and they’d eventually be forced to continue onward with Prompto in his current state. And that’s when suddenly there would be a phone call from their number, and he’d scramble to answer.

“Hello?!”

The voice on the other line was not theirs but he’d fall to his knees all the same. They were alive. Barely though. A coma had them in it’s grips. They had just been removed from the city by some of the few crownsguard left alive doing rescue work and were currently being housed at Lestallum in the hopes that they’d wake up. Apparently they had been caught in the crossfire of a battle. They weren’t sure if it was the MT’s or the city, but someone had set off blast charges. Which caused a building they had been near to implode, and the rubble to knock them into unconsciousness.

From there, they had been taken to a small makeshift hospital where they had been recovering for the past weeks. It was only when they were moved outside the city and were near a power source that their phone reactivated and got their attention when a text notification had pinged. They had hoped there would be someone to contact about them, and Prompto’s number was the first number they tried.

So after being fully updated, with his bros listening in so they knew what was going on, they’d agree to go to Lestallum for Prompto’s sake. To see if there was any hope for his S/O waking soon.

Unfortunately, there was no miraculous wake up. No, they were truly checked out of this world. Which made it easier for Prompto to leave their side to continue on with Noctis. Every time they were in Lestallum though, they’d make it a point to visit them. They were alive. And someday might wake up. That was enough for Prompto.

Bonus:

Their eyes would flutter open, and from their throat, a raspy voice would ask for Prompto. Luckily for them a nurse would be in their room and hurry and call their boyfriend for them. Hearing their voice would cause him to cry. And he’d FORCE everyone to return to Lestallum immediately. Because they’d woken up. And upon arriving he’d dive onto the bed with them and refuse to leave for a few days.

“You scared me, you scared me, I love you.” He’d whisper over and over to them, and they’d just hold onto him in response.

Gladiolus:

Gladio would hold onto hope that they made it out. Even when the king is confirmed dead and they see the burning city with their own eyes, he hopes. Because it’s all he has for now. Iris had told him that she had gotten out of the city largely because of his S/O. They stayed behind to hold back the enemy while her, Talcott, and Jeremy escaped. They wouldn’t have made it out with out their sacrifice.

~~Don’t call it a sacrifice, they could still yet live.~~

They had been so close to safety, and yet chose to protect his family instead. Damn their bleeding heart to Ifrit’s flames and back. He loved and hated them for their choice. They knew that his family meant the world to him, but didn’t they realize they meant just as much?

But after a few hours, knowing his father had died doing his duty put things into perspective. People died, and that was that. He’d kill his hope with his own hands and close his eyes. He moved on. With pain and a heaviness in his chest, he moved on. He would whisper prayers to the city, and say goodbye to all he knew. He would then turn his back on them, striding to Noctis’ side to fulfill his destiny. As his father did.

Weeks would pass and the thought of them would still sting. But only barely. His grief is quiet, but he manages to keep going, keep smiling, and eventually he does find himself enjoying life again. He really does manage to move on after a month. But then…His phone rings with an unknown number.

“Did you miss me?” they’d ask, sounding breathless and almost manic.

He’d absolutely demand to know where they’re at and want to see them.

“Another time. Just know I love you-” they’d get cut off and he’d realize, holy shit they’re still in the city and fighting.

He’d be proud of them. Even though they’d hung up, he’d ask that they’d raise hell on his behalf. That would be when Iris would call days later. She let him know that they’re alive, but being escorted out of the city by hunters. They were hurt in their last fight, badly so. But Iris has arranged for them to recover under her care. He’d thank his baby sister for that and ask to make a detour in Lestallum.

Of course, since they’re hurt they’re expected not to move around to much.

As if they cared.

Upon seeing him they’d literally fling themself out the second story window of the hotel and he’d be forced to catch them. They’d wince at the contact, but hang onto him all the same. He’d have to carry them back up to their room, and make them promise not to jump out of the window again. They would, and then they’d describe what happened.

The city, for the most part, is safe. The people there have started resuming their lives, going to work and what not. But others…others were prepared to fight and rage against the imperials until death. They were one of them. They weren’t letting anyone leave the city, even if you were just visiting, which made their fighting dangerous. But they had learned to pass the word on by word of mouth where civilians should stay away from.

In one of the fights, their back had been lit on fire, and they’d have burn scars for the rest of their life. “But I think it just makes me look badass.” They’d joke. But Gladio would notice the slight tremor in their hands. Coming so close to dying had scared them. And he’d wordlessly pull them into a hug and they’d relax. He could see through them and that’s why they loved him.

“I’m useless like this. And you have a duty to do. Gladio, just promise me you’ll come back alive.”

He’d promise, though he wouldn’t know if he’d be able to keep it or not.

Ignis:

He’d be so careful to betray nothing of his fears to the others. Especially not Noctis. Losing the one he left behind was nothing compared to losing everything the prince did. But it’d still hurt him. When he had woken up and first saw the news, he had immediately called them. And they had answered.

“Now’s not a good time Ig. Please….You have to know I love you.”

But then there was a commotion in the background, people clamoring and sounding afraid. He ask what was going on and they’d just say goodbye. He’d do a little more research, and find out anyone in the city was had served the king was a target. As a retainer for the royal family, hat included them.

He’d worry and try calling them again later, but there’d be no response this time. He’d go about his day after that, consoling Noctis and the others, and trying to think rationally. Seeing the city first hand was hard, but he’d still hold it together.

It would be that night that it’d hit him. He might never see never see them again he’d realize. And while putting things away, he’d shed a tear or two. But that’s all he’d allow himself. And nothing would change in his relations with the others.

But then, oddly enough, he’d get a phone call from Iris. He’d ask if she meant to speak to Gladio, but she’d respond no. She’s volunteering at a local hospital in Lestallum and was sorting through some of the belongings of the residents and recognized the name of one of them. And found a note in their belonging adressed to them.

“I think it was to be sent to you if they died.”

He’d make an excuse to go to Lesallum and see for himself, hope coursing through his veins. He’d request that Iris keep this to herself, and she would. And upon arriving he’d have no trouble in locating them. They’d be asleep, recovering from blood loss and some interior damage from a high impact collision. But when he’d take their hand, they’d wake up, and smile the brightest smile he’d ever seen on them.

They’d talk softly and he’d listen. They apologize for worrying him, but he wouldn’t allow them to finish. “You’re safe, and alive. That’s all I ask.”

They’d still have to stay in the hospital till they recovered, but after that they’d join Iris, Jeremy, and Talcott at the hotel, and stay with them until they could go home. It would be indefinite when they’d get to return, but they wouldn’t mind. And Iris would sort of adopt them as another sibling. It wouldn’t be until later they say just what happened.

They’d been afraid when the imperials caught up to them, and brought their ship down in flames. They were one of the only survivors to escape the wreckage. The only reason they survived was that they had been found by hunters and taken to help right away.

He’d be worried about how close they’d come to death, but all in all just thankful to the six they lived.

Now we need some sad headcanons! What about Noctis with a s/o who has scars. Probably some on their chest, back and even on their face. They may feel really down when they hear from strangers that they look scary, ugly or unattractive

Righto! Mild trigger warning for negative thoughts.

When they were a teenager, they were one of the very rare extremely unlucky people to be ‘favored’ by Ramuh.

In other words, they had been struck by lightning and survived.

This left them with darkened lichtenberg scars across their skin, the darkest part being on their back where they had been struck. The scars went across their back, wrapped around their shoulders and over their chest, up their neck across half their face. They also branched down their arms and legs, with the faintest scars on their hands and feet.

They and Noctis had been friends at the time, and he had even visited them in the hospital while they recovered.

The scars weren’t so bad as long as they didn’t look at themselves in a mirror. They’d be fine after a few weeks everyone said…

Only, they didn’t fade like they’re supposed to.

So they avoid mirrors like the plague, and cover up as much skin as they can. (If they do happen to see a reflection of themselves, they feel something start burning inside them, making them want to claw their skin apart to REMOVE the burning.)

There’s nothing they can do about their face though. They tried make up once, but that required looking into a mirror and retouching everything far too often for them to feel comfortable.

So they just avoid their own reflection and try to forget they’re there.

But it’s hard when people only see their scars first, and not them.

So they grown their hair out to try and hide their face, trying not to draw attention to themselves.

They live like this for years, never truly dealing with the scars, and growing to hate themselves because of it.

A deep depression would fall over them. They’d never considered themselves vain, but it would hurt them to know people would point and stare at them because of the pattern that was on their face.

Some people find the scars beautiful on them. Others think they’re grotesque. But everyone feels the need to point them out.

Noctis is there the day they have a meltdown about it, and before they could say anything they might regret in front of a LOT of people, he drags them off to somewhere private.

They breakdown about how much they hate their appearance, and how the scars sometimes ache still, and how scared they are of storms, and that sometimes they really want to tear their scars off and who could love someone so disfigured? They’d be nothing but a novelty. A freak. They’d wish the lightning had just taken them. They didn’t want to be stared at anymore.

He’d demand they shut up and just wrap his arms around them. He’s start listing all the reasons they shouldn’t hate themself, and that people did like them already.

Like him. This is when he’d confess but they’d take it the wrong way and see his confession as pity. (He has a HORRIBLE sense of timing.)

It would take some work but he’d eventually convince them that he liked them BEFORE their accident, and the scars didn’t change that. And they’d finally allow themselves a little bit of happiness when they agree to date him.

It’d be hard at first, knowing the crown prince was dating them. Especially since the venom in peoples words hurt them. No matter how much Noctis reassured them that he loved them, they’d still hear the whispers of others.

In person, Noctis would verbally tear anyone to shreds if they dared make a remark about their scars. But they don’t spend all their free time together, so there’s more than enough time for people to corner them and shatter their heart with venomous word.

It always takes Noctis a large amount of time to undue the damage those word create, but he’s steadfast in standing beside his S/O and comforting them.

Eventually, with Noctis loving them, they grow to tolerate their skin. Which isn’t much, but it’s an improvement. He helps them start gaining the confidence to live normally again.

They start pulling their hair back, and may even cut it off and show their scars to the world unflinchingly.

Instead of hiding their skin, they grow to embrace it, wearing anything that bears their shoulders and back. They change drastically with Noctis helping them accept themself.

“Look at me. Look at what I survived.” becomes words they live by.

Much to Noctis’ horror though, they decide to repay him by deciding to join the Kingsglaive. (It upsets him to know that if he or his father are ever in danger, they’re honer bound to protect them. )

At their general combat assessment, they’re forced to face their fear of lightning. Which has Noctis panicking. And they’re afraid. But they handle it very well.

…until they’re struck by it.

It’s dead silence as they crouch on the ground after being hit. They’re hunched over, as lighting dances around them, skittering over their arms and around the floor around them.

Imagine everyone’s surprise when they get up, unharmed, with an absolutely ruthless grin on their face. They didn’t even feel it. Because of what happened to them, lightning based attacks don’t work on them.

They earn the nickname “Child of Ramuh” because of this. Or, as a joke, ‘Ramuh’s kid’.

They grown into their own, and Noctis no longer needs to reassure them as much. But they’re both still devoted as ever to one another.

And then Noctis is told that he’ll be marrying Luna, and neither object. It’s the best thing to do for the kingdom. They’re forced to break it off though they love each other.

They are not invited on the trip due to how much history is between them.

They’re present for the events that befall Insomnia, and fight as hard as ever, wanting to ensure Noctis had a home to return to.

And when Insomnia falls, so do they.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Owch.

TLDR; Basiclly blame Ardyn for everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh he’d be pissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

HE’D also be the one driving.

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

Gladio is a terrifying driver after all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It works.

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

“It happen’s Ignis.”

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

boys reacting to their S/O crying/getting upset after one of them gets angry/starts yelling? (not necessarily at the S/O, of course, could be just in general. up to you!)

Noctis: It hadn’t been a fight originally. His S/O was only expressing concern for a few injuries he had sustained, and some of the choices he was making. But one could only hear so much ‘concern’ before snapping. And snap he did.

It happened after a particularly hard battle with MTs, with one too many close calls for all of their group. Setting up camp and settling in was quieter than usual, muted. Everyone lost in their own thoughts. Perhaps, if Noctis had been paying attention, he’d have noticed his S/O was more on edge than usual. But he didn’t and when they mentioned that they had been worried about him and scared, he’d ended up yelling at them to back off. They, instead of yelling back like they normally would, only agreed and left his side to go think by themselves.

It was only by chance that Prompto noticed as Noctis’ S/O walked by him that they were furiously rubbing at their eyes, trying to hide their tears. He mentioned it to Noctis in a offhand comment, which of course startled Noctis. It wasn’t unusual for the couple to anger each other, but normally they’d part ways for a bit, cool off, and reconcile. He’d never made them CRY before.

So he’d go find them, and just sit by them, waiting for the right words to come to him. He’d start by apologizing, and state that he was in the wrong for yelling at them for being worried about him. But then he’d bluntly ask what was bothering them, as they aren’t the sensitive type. Depending on their reason, Noctis would probably feel worse for yelling, and apologize again, circling his arms around them and just sitting with them until they felt like going back to the camp.

Prompto: Sunshine child is a bit clumsy in battle. And much to his S/O’s dismay, he rarely tries to correct himself. No matter how much they plead with him to be more careful, it seems to fall on deaf ears. They were at their wit’s end, and all’s it took was one more fight, and a joke about how he got hurt again. They grabbed his hand and dragged him away after excusing them both from the others with an almost too sweet smile. (They, upon seeing that look on their face, decided to stay out of it.) Once they were an acceptable distance away, they would start chewing him out for making them worry all the time, and then having the nerve to JOKE about it.

Eventually, as they’re talking their voice starts to waver and tears start to trickle down their face and eventually they have to stop talking. Because the reason they’re upset is they don’t want to lose him, and it scares them so deeply to think of that as a possibility.

Upon seeing how distraught they are, he’d panic mildly and wave his hands. He didn’t mean it that way, he just genuinely didn’t think that they were so worried about him. Please don’t be sad! (At which they’d fire back that they weren’t crying because they were sad, they’re crying because they’re ANGRY. Cue the Chocobo fluff becoming even more confused.)

Eventually, since he wouldn’t know what else to do, he’d just latch onto them and not let go even if they tried pushing him away, while repeatedly apologizing. And though still angry, they’d stop trying to push him away and plead, one more time, for him to be more careful. (And this time he’d listen.)

Gladiolus: He has never been one to let someone tear themselves down. And he knew that his S/O had trouble with seeing themselves in a positive light. But enough was enough. It would happen on a date, with his S/O making one self depreciating joke too many. He’d stop where he was, and look for the nearest private area and literally pick them up and carry them to have a talk.

They’d lightly swat at him to put them down, and he’d oblige, but he’d block the way out of their little spot until they listened to him. He’d start off sweetly, trying to convince them that they’s the opposite of what all they said. But that would back fire and they’d deny it repeatedly and, of all things, insult themselves. That’d be the last straw for Gladiolus. He yell at them to LISTEN to him, because they’re perfect, they’re amazing, they’re so kind and strong, and ‘just listen to me damn it!’

They’d try to quiet him down, a slight shake setting into their hands. (Hardly anyone said such things about them, and especially not so loudly.) He’d probably reply that he didn’t care who heard, because it was the truth, continuing to yell just to try and get the point across. And it would in a round about way. An almost broken sob would leave his s/o’s throat and they’d bury their head against him to hide from the world, desperately wanting to believe what he said. He’d let them hide, if only to let his words fully sink in. Besides, sometimes letting someone cry until they couldn’t cry anymore helped. (Though he’d feel guilty for making his S/O cry in the first place.) He’d just stand there and hold them, rubbing their back comfortingly until they were ready to face the world again.

Ignis: He was waiting for them to wake up, sitting on the edge of their bed and refusing to leave, no matter how many hours passed. They had fallen ill sometime ago, but had neglected to tell anyone. The only reason the group found out they were sick was because they passed out in the Regalia. (Even then they had just thought that they had gone to sleep. It was when they wouldn’t wake up they had realized they had passed out.)

Luckily, they had potions on hand and remedies. And after treating them left them lying on one of the hotel beds to rest and wake up in their own time. The other had gone out to explore the town, but Ignis?

Ignis needed to have a word with his S/O.

So when his S/O began to climb back into wakefulness, he asked how they felt. And though their head pounded and everything hurt still, they knew what was coming and instead of responding tried to hide under the pillows. This seemed to upset Ignis (Read: Anger) and he began to try and force them out from their hiding place. While he tugged at the blanket he began to list all the reasons of how irresponsible it had been to keep their condition from the group and how he had half a mind to leave them in with Iris since they couldn’t trust the group enough to tell them when they were sick.

Of course that’s when the others came back in. Prompto stated that he was being to hard on them, and that if they hadn’t gotten out of bed on their own, they probably still needed rest. Which was a mistake. Because somehow it escalated from there into a full blown argument between all of them. To the point where even Ignis was shouting.

Ignis’ S/O would feel so bad, they wouldn’t be able to stop themself from crying. They managed to stay silent for the most part, but eventually the four quieted down, and their sniffles could be heard by all of them. The other three would leave, stating that they had things to talk about. They’d apologize for hiding being sick, and for starting the argument that just occurred. Ignis would sit behind them and rub circles in their back, stating it was his fault that it had happened, he’d let his emotions get the better of him. He’d explain that he’d been terrified when they wouldn’t wake, and would ask that it not happen again. (Of course his S/O agreed.)

They’d both just lay there, Ignis comforting his S/O through the guilt they felt.

How would the boys react if they had to fight their brainwashed S/O?

OOooo!!! First ask! 😀 Hi!

Noctis: Generally, I can picture him as calm, but unwilling to warp or actually fight. He’d defend against their attacks and plead with them to snap out of it. But in a situation like this, I can picture the S/O not being able to stop themself. Eventually, since they showed no signs of hearing him, the others would step in to take them down. He’d be unable to actively take a stand against them, and would have to turn away while the others took care of his S/O. They’d knock them out with as minimal damage as possible, which depend’s on the S/O’s training. If they’re heavily trained, I can picture them being difficult to take down, and drawing out the tension. If they’re not very well off with weapons, then it’d only take a strike to the back of the head to end it.

He’d stay by their side while they sleep, holding their hand and hoping that whatever this was, wasn’t permanent.

Prompto: He wouldn’t even be willing to lift a finger against them. How could he? Not even to defend. No instead he’d try and just straight out grab them (read: tackle) at the beginning, try and get them to come back to themself with whispered words. And though he doesn’t look like it, he’s got a strong grip. The S/O wouldn’t really be able to do any damage to him when he’s clinging like that. None physical. So they’d go for a mental damage. Blaming him for how he’d let this happen to them, along with other venomous words. But in reply he’d whisper sweet memories. One for anything they say to him. Surprisingly, it’d start working, and they’d come back to themself in his arms.

Gladiolus: Gladiolus has no qualms about taking out a threat. And since he knows his S/O could potentially be a very large threat, considering he’d trained them himself, he’d strive to take them out as quickly as possible. Though guilt would eat away at him during the fight, and quietly he’d apologize for every hit he landed. He knew his strength, but also knew their determination. It would take a long time for him to actually manage to take them down. And even then it’s from exhaustion. Once they’d been subdued and restrained, the other would leave him alone with them. They’d probably launch into insults and guilt tripping. Gladiolus wouldn’t listen for long though, and would shut their mouth with a kiss. Eventually, the S/O would pass out and upon waking return to normal.

Ignis: He would apologize exactly once at the beginning of the fight and throw himself into the fray. But oh, he’d be dying inside with every venomous look and strike his s/o threw his way. It’d shake him, fighting against someone he loved, and it’d read through in his movement whenever they’d actually land a hit on him. He’d keep in the back of his head that they loved him, truly, and this wasn’t them attacking him. The others, upon seeing the S/O slip past his guard on more than one occasion, would try to intervene, but he’d order them to stay back, he’d handle it. What he wouldn’t be able to handle is to see other hurt his S/O, considering that something terrible must have happened for them to be behaving this way. He’d keep drawing the fight out, hoping that they’d snap out of it on their own. And eventually, the brainwashing would begin to fade into confusion, and as soon as they’d recognize Ignis they’d throw down their weapons and instead wrap their arms around him.