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.)