Fingers crossed you’re having a good day and this isn’t gonna add to a swarm of messages in your inbox! 🖤 I just saw some gorgeous fan art of Noctis on my dash of him in the buff (lol) to show the scars on his back from his childhood so I was wondering if you could maybe write something for the bros and their S/Os kissing their various scars to show they don’t change how much they love them? I couldn’t see a prompt like this in the master list but I might have missed it so sorry if I did!!
I love crying as I write lmao XD I hope you enjoy nonnie!!
Lips drifted over the curve of his nose, the dip of his jaw, across his forehead. Hands cradled his face and lit fires beneath his skin. Hair tickled his neck and a body kept him warm on the edge of the bed. His hands stayed at his sides, gripping the edge of the bed, the sheets in his fingers creasing and tangling. A soft breath fanned across his face smelling of mint and coffee. His own breath shuddered as he let the love blanket him, seep into him, comfort him. Tears clogged his throat and threatened to spill from his marbled eyes.
"You are so wholly beautiful," you whispered. Your lips brushed over the scar marring the left side of his face. "I see you as you are, not as you were. I love you for what you have been and will become. My love for you will never falter." Warm lips left the side of his face and he felt a forehead rest against his. The silver fell from his eyes as he breathed out.
Thank you.
Gladio
"Do you love me?" He asked. His eyes were vulnerable, the amber turning to a dull brown. There were fissures there, cracks in the typically invincible armor. The Cupid's bow of his lips had fallen and the pain that pinched his brow was something far worse than a physical pain. A single word could take this man down. A single word could break this incredible Shield beyond repair. "I'm a beast with a scarred face. I scare children and adults can only stare when I meet them." His shoulders were slumped and you never thought such a large man could look so small. Your heart broke and you could swear it made a sound, echoing in the dimly lit room.
You walked up before him and gently took his face into your palms. He'd looked away from you, eyes cast down to the floor. The frown on his face was filled with a mixture of anger and self-pity and you ached knowing that all of it was directed at himself. When he met your eyes again you shook your head. "I love you very, very much Gladiolus Amicitia. Your scars do not change how I see you or the amount that I love you." Your voice was a whisper but as hard as adamant. You leaned forward, lips pressing to each of the scars decorating his face. "You are a wonderful man with a heart that's even more so. That is why I love you."
Noctis
Hair plastered against his forehead and the sides of his face. Water kept him warm and your bare body behind him warmer. Bubbles filled the surface of the tub, the scent of lavender and vanilla filling the bathroom. The setting sun lit the bathroom and created rainbows as it streamed through the windows. His breathing had returned to normal and the tears had been washed away from his cheeks. Instead of focusing on the reason that he had broken down he focused on the water you poured over his back. Neither of you had spoken since getting into the tub, the silence a welcome embrace though not as welcoming as yours.
You pressed your lips to the hardened skin that raced across his back in abstract patterns. You felt Noctis tense beneath your touch. He apologized. "I'm still not use to people seeing those," he whispered. "Kinda ugly aren't they?" There was a hint of self-deprication in his voice and your face softened. You let your lips drift along his back this time, delicate as a feather.
"They may be severe," you said. You brought your chin up to rest on his shoulder, arms wrapping around his torso. "But all they do is tell a story in a different language."
Prompto
"Stop," you said.
You watched as blue eyes stared back at their reflection. You watched as blue eyes traced along the imperfections of his body, picking out every possible flaw he could find. His shirt was in his hand, the red fabric forgotten. There were good days and there were bad days. Today was one of the bad days. They were infrequent and followed no pattern and when they happened it took a while to truly get him out of the darker parts of his mind. The parts that screamed at him, hollered his inadequecies.
You walked over to him and squeezed between him and the body-length mirror. You looked at him, eyes searching his own. The blue skies had clouded over. You wrapped your arms around him, the warmth of his bare chest seeping into your shirt. You held him there for what was either a moment or an eternity. You pulled away just enough to press a kiss to the scars on his chest. The bullet wound near his shoulder, the pale nicks from his days training as part of the Crownsguard. You brought his hand up to your lips, lashes dusting your cheeks as you pressed kisses to the rough, thickened skin there. With each press of your lips you said the same three words over and over. You are loved, you are loved, you are loved.
is it possible to request something for Ignis and a s/o who is Noct’s older sister (and is same age as Ignis) Maybe romantic hcs or maybe Ignis feels conflicted about his feelings for her?
sorry for the long wait nonnie >.> i hope you enjoy!!
Ignis would be hella unsure about how to deal with this at first like it’s not proper to date a royal esp not when said royal is Noct’s sister
Sure they had grown up knowing each other and in general just grew up close she’s literally just as important to iggy as noct is
But still it wasn’t suppose to somehow turn into this
It takes encouragement from literally everyone to get Ignis to act on his feelings
and when i say everyone i mean everyone we’re talking prompto, gladio, cor, noct, REGIS like everyone knows that ignis would treat her insanely well like there’s literally nobody that’s against the arrangement especially since she’s not in line to become ruler
Once they do start dating it’s kinda awkward at first largely bc iggy doesn’t really know how to let his guard down around her which is weird cause they’ve grown up together ya know??
There’s nobody better for this though because she knows exactly how to ease him out of his Royal Adviser mindset and get him to just relax
Everyone is able to see an almost immediate difference in iggy once they’ve been dating for a good few months
he’s smiling more and all around happier, he’s more laid back, he balances his personal life and his royal duties better than he use to, everything’s just a little better
The relationship as a whole is just very Soft™
bc she knows about the troubles that he deals with better than most people do she knows how to calm him and comfort him
bc he’s known her for so long he knows her little tells and when she’s feeling upset
they’re both v good at communication and talking things out also which is literally??? so gd cute??? like hell yeah for communicating
cute bc their discussions usually include sitting in each other’s laps or cuddling on the couch like even though iggy is known for being very orderly and stuff he’s a completely different person around her it’s lovely
noct likes to complain that iggy is stealing his sister from him and that iggy gets to spend more time with her than noct does
noct really just like teasing iggy about it honestly
not anything super mean just little teasing about how love struck iggy is and stuff
OMG your requests are open 😍😍😍okay that sounds weird but I need some brown eyes appreciation😗 So can I have the Chocobro's reacting to their s/o complaining about having 'superboring' brown eyes while the other's eyes are simply astonishing? Love your blog!! ♡♡♡
Gladio
Gladio stared at you, at a loss, when you said that your eyes could never compare to the amber of his own. That simply wasn’t true. Where his eyes may have been the color of a fire, your eyes were the color of the kindling that kept the fire alive. Your eyes were the color of the log cabin that you two had stayed in your first winter together. Your eyes were the color of the binding of his favorite book. Your eyes were reminded him of the bark on the trees that surrounded him whenever he went camping, and the soil that his bare feet would walk upon when first waking on those camping trips. Your eyes were the color of so much that he held dear to his heart. In your eyes he felt warm and safe. Your eyes were the color of safety, of the knowledge that around you he didn’t have to be the Shield, he could simply be himself.
Yes his eyes may have been the color of a fire, but yours held a depth that kept him warm.
Ignis
Ignis was silent after hearing your small confession, but not because he didn’t know what to say. He was silent because there was too much to say. Where Ignis’s eyes may have been the color of the sea foam that decorated the surface of the ocean, yours were the color of the the richest chocolate. They were filled with the kindness and compassion that you expressed in your every day life. They allowed him to relax just as a hot cup of coffee did. In the presence of those eyes Ignis knew he was safe to not only be himself but to let his guard down. Not only that but there were beautiful flecks of gold in your eyes as well. And how fitting it was for you to have the most precious of metals in your eyes when you were the most precious thing to him.
Yes, his eyes were the color of the Hydraean’s famed dress, but yours were something beyond luxurious that words simply could not describe.
Prompto
Prompto looked down at your peacefully sleeping face and brushed a strand of hair off your forehead. How could you think that your eyes didn’t compare to his own? Prompto’s eyes may have been the color of the dangling wisteria that hung in the Royal Greenhouse, but yours were the color of the sweetest caramel. They were bright and beautiful and reminded him of the sand along the beach. Your eyes were warm enough to be inviting to even the most guarded people but cool enough to warn against messing with those you love. Your eyes, when in a lightless room, darkened to the strongest of rocks, reminding him that your shoulders were strong enough to bear the weight of his past. They reminded him that he didn’t have to go through those difficult nights alone.
Yes, Prompto’s eyes were the color of a beautiful flower, but yours held a gentle strength that allowed him to continue smiling as he always did.
Noctis
You’d said time and time again that Noctis had some of the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen -- that you were jealous of the fact his eyes seemed to hold the entirety of the night sky within them. Yours though...if only you could see the beauty of your own. His eyes may have held the stars and their sky, but yours were so deeply brown they bordered on the color of ink. The color that people wrote epics with, the color that started the universe, the color that meant a new start. Your eyes had him nearly drowning whenever he looked at you and never before had he wished to be lost. Your eyes may have been the sister of obsidian but nothing about them felt empty; they felt full of life and the promise thereof, they felt like the gentle caress of night that allowed Noctis to sleep peacefully.
Yes, Noctis’s eyes held the expanse of the night sky, but yours were the beginning and ending of all that had been and could be.
request? chocobros (+ any character you want to add/have time to add) + hanahaki disease headcanons (or short drabble if that's more comfortable)? like the kind of flowers they'd cough up, how they'd deal with it (like whether or not they'd get the surgery or die with the disease, etc.) please? sorry if this is too vague (*꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ) i've had this request idea for a while but didn't write it down to the specificity when i'd first come up with it. thanks!
Warning: gladio’s has mentions of blood so if you’re uncomfy with that just skip over his!! I hope you enjoy <3
Prompto
The first time that Prompto finds himself coughing up daisies he’s understandably confused. Maybe he’s dreaming? I mean, how else would it be possible that he’s coughing up flowers? Sure Eos is filled with some strange shit and magic isn’t exactly a stranger to Eos’s inhabitants but...this is just....uncalled for?
For a while Prompto really doesn’t say anything -- he can get away with it since it’s only petals and a few full flowers at first -- but when he finds himself coughing up more and more of these small white flowers he finally goes to Ignis. It’s the only person he can really think of that would know what to do or what was going on; Ignis just tends to know a great deal more than Prompto and the rest of the guys.
It takes a lot of digging, and finally it gets to the point where Gladio and Noctis are enlisted to help figure out what was going on. When they do come across a singular entry in an old, leather bound book hidden away in the Citadel’s library Prompto....doesn’t really know what to do. He doesn’t want to die, but at the same time the idea of forgetting about how he feels about you is somehow unbearable. Sure it’s painful to know that you aren’t going to return his feelings but...wouldn’t your friendship somehow change if he forgets how he feels for you?
Prompto takes a while to finally come to a decision. The real reason he finally comes to the conclusion to go through with the surgery is because he’s been bed ridden the past couple weeks and has gotten to the point of having trouble breathing.
When he finally awakes from the anesthesia his eyes are met with bright white lights mixed with the light streaming in from the window to his right. Periwinkle eyes float from the window to the side of his bed and he’s met with the guys and you, smiling one of the brightest smiles he’s ever seen.
Gladio
Gladio isn’t a stranger to the tales of Hanahaki disease. Tales of it and accounts have been passed down through his family for generations. While his family is well known for being the Shield of the king they did have a reputation of being well versed in things like this in the past. That being said Gladio probably deals with it the best out of the guys.
At least that’s how it appears.
Here’s the thing with Gladio: he’s passionate about all things in his life, and when it comes to falling in love he’s absolutely gone when he admits it to himself. In front of the other guys he’s very nonchalant about the whole ordeal, sure, but when he’s laying in his bedroom at night -- arm behind his head and eyes staring unseeing at the ceiling -- he feels numb in the worst way possible. There’s too many emotions running through him at once for him to make any sense out of what he’s feeling. If there’s one emotion that he keeps latching onto, however, it’s...this sense of loss.
He can’t have you, he can’t be with you, at least not in the way he wants. He’s fine with that though. But for some reason the idea of severing his feelings for you causes his chest to tighten in a way that has nothing to do with the carnations that are slowly taking root in his lungs. What’s the point of feeling -- of being given the gift of experiencing emotions -- if not only can you cut them out of your body, but they also end up suffocating you?
He doesn’t get the surgery though he tells the other guys that he does. It’s not until Ignis arrives at Gladio’s home just after sun down to check on the Shield that Ignis realizes Gladio had lied about the surgery. Ignis rushes into the bathroom where Gladio is leaned against the wall, small droplets of blood on the corner of his mouth and some smeared on his cheek. On the floor and in the toilet are petals and fully bloomed carnations, the pale pink speckled with crimson.
Noctis
I think out of everyone Noctis likely has the hardest time with all of this. It’s not very often that Noctis falls in love; in order to do so he needs a very strong emotional connection with them first and foremost, no romantic intonations attached. So when he does fall in love it’s very significant for him. Not having the person he loves return his feelings is a very strong blow to his emotional well being.
He doesn’t lash out and considering he already struggles with expressing his emotions, nobody really notices that he’s suffering. He doesn’t want to burden the others with his problems because he feels like it’s insignificant. How could it be worth worrying his friends when the main subject of his feelings doesn’t deem his emotions worthy of acknowledging?
It’s hard to hide the fact he’s coughing up Anemone petals when they’re on the road though. At first everyone just accepts Noctis’s explanation of “I think I’m just getting a cold” because, well, they can’t see the petals that are appearing in Noctis’s hands with each cough.
Prompto wakes up in the middle of the night to the sound of hacking and when he sits up, blearily rubbing at his eyes, he sees Noctis doubled over. It’s dark but Prompto can just make out the shape of floating petals and small flowering buds drifting from Noctis’s mouth. Noctis himself is holding his stomach and with each rasping cough Prompto can all but feel the pain Noctis must be feeling. In all honesty it’s surprising the other two hadn’t woken up yet.
Prompto tries to ask what Noctis wants him to do but Noctis is so incapacitated by his coughing fit that Prompto finally just wakes up Ignis and within the next several minutes they’re on their way to the nearest city.
Noctis wakes up not remembering much of what happened but somehow he feels simultaneously lighter and empty.
Ignis
The sweet pea petals would’ve been lovely if they had only been appearing for a different reason. Ignis wasn’t known for being a romantic; he was a man of logic first and foremost. That didn’t change the fact that he was still susceptible to such emotions. Out of the guys I think that Ignis would deal with suffering from the disease with the most ease. There’s no point in continuing to suffer if there’s something you can do about it. Plus the sooner you move on the sooner better things could come, no?
Ignis makes the appointment for his surgery as he would make any other appointment. He went to his doctor to describe his symptoms and through that was able to schedule his surgery rather quickly. His symptoms hadn’t gotten to the point where they hindered his work, and he wanted to keep it that way.
The complications of hanahaki disease came into play during the actual surgery itself. While Ignis may not have outwardly shown any severe symptoms, the flowers seemed to have taken root quite a while ago. It wasn’t completely unheard of for patients to have been suffering from the disease much longer than they had been coughing up flowers. Usually this happened when the afflicted had been been in love with someone longer than they realized. Whether due to denial or true ignorance to their feelings, well that differed.
To remove so many roots from within Ignis’s lungs...the likelihood of him surviving was just as positive as it was negative. The doctors wanted to speak with his family -- parents preferably -- before they continued with the operation, but when they couldn’t contact Ignis’s parents they ended up calling in Noctis. It wasn’t typical procedure, but as Ignis was ultimately a servant of the Crown, Noctis was the next best thing.
Noctis doesn’t handle the news well and the same can be said of Gladio and Prompto. They’re all conflicted over what decision to make. On the one hand they could simply leave Ignis in his current state, but if that’s the case he’d end up dying prematurely anyway. If they went through with the surgery, Ignis could either be granted his full life, or it could be cut short and he’d have even less time to live.
They ultimately chose to go through with the option of continuing the surgery, and Noctis, Prompto, and Gladio stay in the waiting room. It’s the longest night of their lives, easily, as they wait for the news on whether they’ll see their friend walk out of that hospital or not.
Headcanon Idea: The weather outside is frightful, but the Chocobros’ S/O in a virgin killer sweater is delightful~
Okay so I was starting to get a little carried away, so here is Ignis and Gladio. If you guys would like to see the other bros just lemme know and I’ll get to work on that!! I hope you enjoy ^_^
Ignis
As Ignis walked through the door of the apartment a chilly gust of wind followed. A few snowflakes melted on the floor as they blew in, their lives cut short by the warm temperature of the room. Ignis sighed, his muscles weary from an exhausting day made worse by the constantly grey sky. How he wished to go back to a time when he felt the childish enjoyment of the first snow fall of the year. Now he did nothing but resent it. All the snow did was make traffic worse, his bones feel weak, and numb his nose.
Ignis heard the sound of dishes clinking together coming from the kitchen and a small smile graced his lips as he unwound the red scarf from around his neck. The next items of clothing to come off were his jacket and boots. Only then did he make his way further into the shared living space. He doubted he could ever grow to regret the decision of asking you to move in with him; getting to see you as soon as he got home after a tiring day allowed him to finally begin to relax.
“Good evening, darling, what are we having for….” Ignis trailed off in the same moment his eyes widened to twice their size. There standing in front of the kitchen sink was you. And while Ignis thought you were easily the most radiant person he’d ever laid his eyes on, the ensemble – or lack there of – that you were wearing had you entering an entirely new level of attractive.
Ignis had seen pictures of what had been labeled the “Virgin Killer” sweater courtesy of Prompto, but up until this moment Ignis had never found the article of clothing appealing. Yet here you were managing to make him change his mind completely. The poor excuse for a sweater you were wearing was black and you’d paired it with a pair of red heels. A diamond necklace Ignis had bought for you last Christmas was settled along the neckline of the sweater and the matching earrings dangled elegantly from your ears.
“Oh, welcome home, Ignis,” you said, eyes dancing with a mischievousness that let him know you knew exactly what your little outfit was doing to him. “Would you mind grabbing a couple of glasses? The chicken’s nearly done.” Your hands were still submerged in the soapy water in the sink while your eyes trailed Ignis as he made his way into the kitchen. He hadn’t uttered a word since he’d set his eyes on you but the way in which he conducted himself as he came to stand behind you spoke volumes.
“I think, my dear,” Ignis began, his voice husky as his hands settled on your hips. “Dinner is going to have to wait just a little longer.”
Gladio
It was the three year anniversary of your relationship with Gladio and in celebration of the event the two of you had decided it would be wonderful the escape into nature. You told Gladio that it wouldn’t be a camping trip however, and while he was a bit upset about that, he didn’t seem to care too terribly when his eyes drank in the sight before you two.
It had taken a bit of four-wheeling through a densely packed nature trail to finally arrive at the gorgeous log cabin. When you’d first come across it in your search for a place for the two of you to spend the weekend you’d thought it was something out of a fairytale. The ground was packed with freshly fallen snow that glittered like a thousand diamonds in the afternoon light. The tall evergreens that surrounded the small clearing the wooden cabin sat within were the richest of greens you’d ever seen. The cabin itself looked almost brand new what with the way the finish on the porch gleamed.
After several moments of simply admiring the place you two would share for the next two days you each began making your way into the cabin.
The next couple of days were filled with morning hikes through the tranquil winter wonderland, skating on the frozen lake only a few minutes away, and reading by the fire place. You were quite honestly taken aback whenever you’d realize that this was not in fact a dream, but a reality that you’d created for yourself. Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought this would be in your future, yet here you were, cuddled up against one of the sweetest men you’d ever come to know.
That night after dinner, Gladio helped to wash the dishes before making his way back over to the mound of blankets in front of the fire place. His book was in his hands before you could so much as blink and you couldn’t help but smile at that; it’d been so long since you’d seen him lose himself to that leather bound world. You also happened to smile because it gave you the perfect opportunity to sneak away into the bedroom to change.
You strode out of the bedroom in a heather grey Virgin Killer and nothing more. Gladio was a simple man; he didn’t like things that were too over the top or glitzy. He’d even said on multiple occasions you were quite honestly the most beautiful when you wore nothing but yoga pants and an oversized sweater. Not to mention he tended to enjoy articles of clothing that were easy to take off.
“Hey Gladio,” you called, voice sultry. “Would you mind giving me a hand?” You watched as Gladio finished the page he was reading before turning his head before asking what you needed help with. The question died on his lips, however, when he saw you. You watched – a thrill going up your spine – as his eyes seemed to darken with the new thoughts swirling through his mind. He undressed you with his eyes as he slowly stood from his place on the floor, his height seeming to increase even more with the deliciously lustful way he he looked at you.
“Oh,” he said slowly, deliberately. “I think I can give you more than just a hand.”
I just finished ffxv (the ending was rough) so like maybe the chocobros keep running into this one male hunter but oh no he’s hot.
110% read that in Squidward’s voice lmao but ANYWAY I HOPE YOU ENJOY I REALLY LIKED WRITING THIS!! Other boyos are under the cut <3
Ignis
The corners of Ignis’s lips turned downward as his eyes fell on the familiar hunter just across the street. The frown wasn’t out of anger or distaste; Ignis’s feelings towards the man were quite the opposite in fact. The frown was due to the fact it was rather out of character for the royal adviser to become so taken with someone. Of course Ignis had had his share of relationships, though the number was on the lower side compared to some other colleagues, but none of those relationships had ever lasted all that long. The job always came first and ultimately Ignis’s life was devoted to Noctis before anyone else. This was the reason Ignis slowly began to stop entertaining the idea of dating.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t admire though.
Ignis watched as the hunter chatted with the street vendor, the smile on the hunter’s face visible even from over here. It was certainly a beautiful smile, Ignis thought to himself. In fact, it had been the first feature that stood out to Ignis upon first meeting the man back in Hammerhead. The hunter had approached Noctis and the rest of them to ask for help in taking out a hoard of daemons. During that hunt Ignis had been rather impressed by the fighting skills of the hunter. It was unusual for a hunter’s fighting technique to be so refined; often times hunter’s just hacked away at the target until it was defeated.
“Hey Iggy, look who it is,” Gladio said as he came up next to Ignis. The smile in Gladio’s voice was known even without having to look at the Shield.
“Yes, I see him,” Ignis replied pushing his glasses up his nose in an attempt to hide his pink cheeks.
“Why don’t you go over and talk to him?”
“Because we have work to do, Gladio. We needn’t waste our time with such trivial matters.” Ignis heard Gladio let out a disappointed groan at the answer and in turn did his best to bury the own disappointment rising in his chest. Ignis wanted to approach the man but what was the point when nothing would come out of it? Ignis didn’t have the time for a relationship in general. He certainly didn’t have enough time for a relationship while on this journey with the Prince. And Ignis didn’t do flings.
“Whatever you say Iggy,” Gladio replied. A feline smile curled its way onto Gladio’s lips. “But you better have something to say to him because he’s walking over this way right now.” Ignis startled and felt his eyes dart over to where he’d just seen the hunter and those green eyes trailed the man until he stopped before Ignis and Gladio.
With a smile that had Ignis attempting to catch his breath he said, “Hey, long time no see.”
Gladio
Gladio wiped the sweat from his forehead and the blood from a rather deep wound. That bastard of a daemon didn’t go down nearly as easily as the tipsters had assured it would much to Gladio’s chagrin. Briefly Gladio allowed himself to wish he had the other three with him to help in battle; they sure made it easier to take out these damn pests. It had been years since all three of them had been together though what with Noctis in some ancient Crystal and Ignis and Prompto off on their own. With a sigh Gladio hauled his sword up and let it rest on his shoulder as he began making his way back to the haven.
Lucky enough to make it back before any other large daemons or monsters popped up, Gladio entered the small tavern with his usual swagger in his step. His hair was still hanging in his face and he was still covered in grime but right now all he wanted as a good bottle of beer and some food. Just as Gladio let himself all but collapse into a chair at the bar he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Letting his amber eyes slide over to his right he was greeted with a familiar hunter.
“Glad to see you made it back in one piece,” _____ grinned, gesturing to the bartender to get him a bottle as well.
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t easy work,” Gladio said before taking a bite out of his burger. “I’ve got a bone to pick with the tipster that gave me that hunt.”
“Well that explains the unusual amount of blood. Did you even clean that thing?”
With a shrug Gladio said, “I’ll get to it once I’ve eaten.”
“You’re a fucking moron, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told.”
“Shit looks like it’s gonna end up infected. Tell ya what, come back to my room and I’ll clean it up for ya. I’ll also throw in a beer if that’ll help.”
Gladio let his eyes run over _____. It was no secret that most hunters were good looking to an extent; the constant physical activity kept them all in rather good shape. This guy though was something else. His hair framed his face in a way that somehow kept bringing Gladio’s attention back to _____’s eyes. And those eyes…Gladio sometimes wondered if he could let himself drown in them, just for a few hours.
Gladio could have sworn he felt the ghost of a smile drift across his lips. “Well if you insist.”
Prompto
Prompto was seated by the fire, camera in hand, stomach full from the ever delicious meal that Ignis had served for dinner that night. It was quiet, peaceful, among the four boy and their plus one. A hunter that they had run into back in Galdin Quay a few months ago had run into them again while they were in Lestallum. He had been sent out by Dave to look for a missing hunter and had asked for the four for some help.
It was always a nice change of pace when there was someone new along for the ride – kept things from becoming too monotonous. It also didn’t hurt that the hunter joining them was super attractive too. Of course, because he was so good looking Prompto had some trouble speaking coherently and not rambling. It was easier when the two of them were alone; Prompto would join _____ in his Jeep occasionally during the ride to where the hunter they were looking for had last been seen. When it was just the two of them Prompto didn’t have to worry about the other three guys watching his every move or possibly embarrassing him. Not that he didn’t dislike the guys of course! It was just…easier to relax without them nearby.
“Damn you’re real good with a camera, dude.” Prompto jumped at the sudden voice and felt his freckles burn with a blush. He hoped the light from the fire hid it well enough.
“Oh, thanks,” Prompto said bashfully.
“Any good ones of me in there?” _____ bent over and Prompto felt his cheeks darken even more at the close proximity. Keep it together Prom, the blonde scolded himself.
“Uh, yeah, you wanna take a look?” Prompto asked, offering the camera to _____. Slowly Prompto started flipping through the pictures he’d taken throughout the day. There were handfuls of candid shots of the guys – in the care, in the field, around the fire. Every now and then _____ would point out a photo that he liked and the compliments that followed had Prompto nearly glowing with pride.
Finally Prompto got to the end of the reel, but the last picture had Prompto wanting to crawl into a hole. It was a photo of _____ as he sat at the wheel of his Jeep. There was an easy grin on his face and he looked so utterly relaxed as they drove along the dirt path towards the camping spot they were at now. He looked…so utterly at peace as the light of the setting sun gilded his profile in gold.
There was something in the way that the photo was composed, the care that shown through in the photograph, that had _____ blushing just the slightest bit. “Hey, can you send me that one?”
“Uh, yeah, sure man.”
“Thanks. Here, give me your phone. I’ll give you my number.”
Noctis
Noctis was laying on top of one of the low, decorative walls that ran around the parking area in Lestallum. The other three had gone off to buy a few things from some of the vendors and though they had insisted Noct join them the Prince was too exhausted from the hunt they’d just been on to do so. So there he was, arm resting over his eyes and leg dangling over the side of the wall. Noctis was drifting between some space between sleep and wakefulness when he heard a vaguely familiar voice ask, “Are you ever not sleeping?”
Moving his arm from over his eyes and immediately squinting against the sun Noctis was greeted with the face of a hunter. It took a moment for Noctis to place him but in all honesty it wasn’t overly difficult. There were few hunters that looked like this one, few hunters that had a crooked smile that made Noctis’s chest tighten and hair that made Noctis want to reach out and run his hands through it.
“Only when Specs makes me,” Noctis said with a lazy smile. “Why are you all the way out in Lestallum?” Noctis swore that the laugh that came in response was something that he’d only hear in dreams. How could a sound remind Noctis of every moment he’d spent playing with his father when he was younger and also feel as gentle as the sun’s rays on a spring morning?
Noctis didn’t realize that he’d been staring until _____ said, “Hey, you good man?”
“Oh, yeah, fine. Just tired.”“
“Of course you are,” _____ said with a roll of his eyes accompanied by that crooked grin of his. “Well hopefully you’re not too tired to help me out with a hunt.”
“No of course not,” Noctis replied, moving to sit up.
“Great,” _____ replied. “You wanna get the other guys?” Noctis looked back over his shoulder and watched as Prompto looked at the screen on his camera and showed Gladio a few of the shots from today. Noctis’s eyes then drifted over to Ignis who was talking to one of the food vendors, undoubtedly asking about the recipe that he used. With a small smile Noctis turned back to _____.
“Nah, I’ll let them know where we’re going on our way.”
With a smile that had Noctis’s own lips turning up at the corners, _____ said, “Sounds good, let’s go then.”
Hello, may I request how Ignis and/or Gladio would be with a tall s/o? I'm 6'0 and always have trouble finding dates who are taller than me!
My man Gladio would 100% DIG the fact that you’re on the taller side I mean we’re all quite well aware of how tall this guy is to begin with, so being able to find someone that he doesn’t have to constantly bend down to kiss or get things off the top shelf for will be SO NICE. But also I mean spooning is going to be about twenty times easier too??? Like this man is a VERY physically affectionate person so not only is spooning gonna be easier, but he’ll also be able to rest his chin on your shoulder when the two of you are standing. Plus like my dude…getting hugs from someone that’s close in height to you is just so fucking nice??? Plus it’ll be easier for you to be the big spoon sometimes which ya know a guy just needs in his life on certain days.
Ignis my sweet special boy who deserves the world and nothing less ((I’m sorry I’m still emo about ep ignis excuse me)) will be totally for having a tall s/o also. Like obviously Ignis isn’t as tall as Gladio but he’s definitely on the taller side compared to the other bros and it is my personal belief that Ignis actually tends to lean towards people that are tall/taller than him. No particular reason for it it’s just something that seems to be a common trait among the peeps he’s dated in the past. Just like Gladio he’ll appreciate not having to be the one to get things off of the top shelf, but if his s/o happens to wear heals there’s just something so intimidatingly sexy about a tall person wearing heals. He’ll prefer to be the small spoon when cuddling if his s/o is taller than him and he’ll also ehem probably want to fuck on the kitchen counters more ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Ok so I've been wondering about this for awhile but what would the bros do when they accidentally see their 4'11 smol s/o wearing their clothes, high and mighty, while impersonating them, but really flustered when they got caught, ex. Iggy heard his s/o say something like "I am the coolheaded Ignis, and all of you are grounded for, uhh, something" or Noct's s/o "bow down before your prince, ohh, and as the future king, I hereby declare that carrots are banned" thank you :3
Gladio
Gladdy had come home early from a job and wanted to surprise you
it was late, probs a little past midnight
he did his best to unlock the door to the apartment as quietly as he could so as to not alert you and ruin the surprise
as he came further into the house, making his way to your shared bedroom, however, he heard you talking
it didn’t sound like there was anyone else in there with you and there was no weird pauses that indicated a phone call
so our dear gladio gently pushes the ajar door open some more so he can see wtf is goin on
there you are standing on the bed in nothing but an oversized shirt doin your best impersonation of gladio
you did your best to lower your voice to match gladio’s which damn was that a feat in and of itself
“I am the manliest man to ever man”
“I eat nails for breakfast”
“do you even lift bro?”
“I can bench press a behemoth”
there’s this stupid smile on gladio’s face as he watches you and finally he gives himself away when he begins to laugh
you nearly fall of the bed
Ignis
ignis stopped by your place to pay you a long over due visit
work once again took up a large portion of his life sigh what a shame smh
he still had the spare key you’d given to him on his keychain so he figured he’d just let himself in
well this mans got another thing comin if he thinks that he’s just gonna find you doin something completely normal
nope your bored af ass is jumpin on the bed ((iggy is internally screaming bc bE CAREFUL PLS))
but not only are you jumpin on the bed
you’re also doin you best worst impression of ignis
“this soup is saltier than noct when i wake him up too early”
*pushes up imaginary glasses on nose*
“don’t test me, i make your food”
“sometimes my hair looks like a cockatoo”
“___ what are you doing?”
“IGNIS !!!” cue awkward cough “what are you doin here?”
he just raises an eyebrow in question
“i was bored?”
he just gonna shake his head with a smile before wrapping you in a hug
he’ll never let you live this down
Prompto
LISTEN YOU CAN’T DO THIS AN EXPECT PROM NOT TO VIDEO TAPE IT OKAY LIKE THIS SHIT WILL BE DOCUMENTED
but any way
prom will come home after doin whatever it is promptos do during the day
spreading love
making people happy
just being a cutie patootie
he’ll come home wanting to tell you about his day like always except….instead of coming home to you watching tv or reading or whatever it is you do on a normal day
he comes home to you laying upside down on the couch so you legs are thrown over the back of the furniture and your head is hanging off the cushions
ya know as one does
anyway, you’ll have headphones on or something hence why you don’t here him enter the apartment
and you’re just…impersonating him….very badly
“i am prompto and i have chronic bedroom eyes”
*finger guns* “bang bang mothafucka the sunshine boy is here”
*pretending to flex* “the gun shows in town folks”
thank goodness prom has enough self control not to post that online as soon as he’s done filmin
Noctis
okay so like this whole thing happens bc you think noct isn’t home
in reality he’s actually just napping and you think that the bundle of covers is just fabric but really it’s noct buried under them
so you’re like idk goin around the house doin some minor cleanin
you can’t be that lazy can’t be living in a pig sty my d00d
anyway to keep yourself amused as you go about dusting things and whatnot you begin to impersonate noctis
“hey ramuh fry this chicken for me”
“as your king i demand no more work before twelve pm”
“I will have you beheaded for trying to feed me such poison [talkin about veggies]”
“i have more attitude in my pinky than people have in their entire bodies”
noct comes in at some point in the middle of this and just…leans against the door frame watchin you be a goof
the vaccum cleaner woke him up
you nearly jump outta your damn skin when you see him bc thIS BOY WAS NOT SUPPOSE TO BE HERE WHAT
anyway noct just replies with “ramuh doesn’t make house calls”
