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.
ive been having the sappiest daydreams about noct lately because apparently i'm a slut for the cosy smoopy stuff so could i poss request a little fluff with noct and his s/o snuggling in bed? bonus for a rainy evening and lazy kisses aaaaaa
I love writing things like these :D I hope you enjoy nonnie!! Also I listened to Certain Things by James Arthur while writing.
The rain was coming down in a steady stream, hitting the roof and the windows so you were encompassed by its gentle beat. The warm lighting of the apartment living room left the two of you in your own world that seemed separate from the world below. You loved it. There was no other world you or Noctis would have wanted to live in. Slowly you could feel the rain lulling you closer and closer to the precipice of slumber. You weren’t quite there yet, however, and neither was the man molded to your side.
Your eyes traveled from the window, the rain all but invisible in the night sky, to slowly trail up Noctis’s relaxed body. His left arm was wrapped around your shoulders, fingers brushing against your bared shoulder. His eyes were focused on something you couldn’t see, his mind wandering and wondering. His eyes were -- for once -- not edged with a certain emotional wall that had been built throughout his years. His hair was a mess, result from getting to sleep for a majority of the day, but it was endearing nevertheless.
You brought your hand up to intertwine your fingers with those on your shoulder, pulling his attention back to you. You were certain that the only time the stars in his eyes would fail to knock the breath from you was when you were lying cold in a coffin. If you looked hard enough you could almost swear you witnessed shooting stars flying across the night sky held within his eyes. Such perfect eyes for a man with his name.
“What?” A small smile curled the corners of his lips like it usually did whenever he looked at you. He’d deny it to high heaven when the guys point it out but even as he was trying to shut them up a small, bashful smile would dance across his features.
You shook your head, a smile coming to your face to mirror his own. Stretching up you let your lips meet his in a soft kiss. Noctis froze for a mere second before returning the kiss, moving his lips against yours in a way that left your knees going weak. He brought his right hand over to your face, his fingers trailing down along your jaw until they paused on your chin, light as a butterfly. The hand that had been locked with his moved to cup his face between your palms and you felt him relax against your touch even more. Noctis’s own freed hand propped him up as he came to hover above you, the kiss deepening but in no way becoming any more lustful.
You loved these kisses -- these moments -- you got to share with Noctis. Not only did it help to remind you that as fantastical as this life may seem it was most certainly real, but you knew that it helped Noctis in more ways than either of you could truly know. He’d lost more people than he could care to count (but he did). He’d been forced to live in a head space where he had to come to terms with his own death, only to realize that such a fate was not set in stone. He’d lived through the sacrifice of not only his friends but his family. He’d had to live knowing that with each lesson he was preparing for his father’s demise. He’d been tasked with rebuilding a fallen city.
But you were here, regardless, to remind him that as bad as his life may seem at times there were still a great many pieces of good within it too.
Noctis pulled away first, burying his face in the crook of your neck before pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw. “I love you.”
hi I saw that your requests are open now so I wanted to take my chance! I love all your writings, I re-read them all the time! May I ask for something involving Noctis traveling back to past Lucis during a moment of weakness to see his s/o who stayed back in Lestallum for safety? Thank you!
I hope it’s okay that it’s not Lestallum specifically, but it is still past Lucis. I hope this satisfies your craving nonnie!!
Noctis wondered if he would ever truly get use to being thrown from one version of his body into another. He thought that perhaps after the first couple of times the shock would lessen but that didn’t seem to be the case. Noctis shook his head of the thought; it didn’t matter. He was here for one reason and one reason only: to see you. To see you just one more time – to give him the ability to continue on with this godforsaken quest of his. There was a war being waged within Noctis even though the battle had been decided long ago at this point. He wished you would have come with him on this journey. You were the one person that could make him feel like he truly was some sort of savior. He’d accepted his destiny, the role he was meant to play, but that didn’t make things easier. All it did was make the outcome a little less terrifying.
A voice called “Can you get the carrots out of the back?” and Noctis felt himself both release the tension in his body and become even more anxious at the same time. He’d known that this was the reason that he came back to this point in time. He wanted to see you more than anything, but what if he couldn’t leave after that? What if when he talked to you face to face he’d realize that he didn’t want to sacrifice his life for the damned greater good? What if he wanted to be selfish for once in his miserable life?
He watched as you dashed around the side of the restaurant after asking once more for one of your coworkers to get the carrots. He forgot how energetic you could be when you were working, but Noctis assumed that’s what it was like when you truly enjoyed your job. He’d been a little confused at first as to why you loved this restaurant so much, but after spending so many days and nights in there he’d learned to love the place too. It was a haven much different from the makeshift bunker he’d met Umbra in earlier to come back to past Lucis.
You came running back around to the front entrance, a small wooden crate in your arms, strands of hair falling into your face. Your forehead was beading with sweat from the rays of the hot Leide sun. How much longer are you just gonna stand and watch? Noctis chided himself. You were bound to spot him sooner or later and then he’d have to explain why he was staring at you like some creep. Although he was your boyfriend so maybe it’d be a little less creepy…. Noctis shook his head.
Noctis was just about to open the glass door to the restaurant when a body ran square into his chest sending the two of you flying backwards off the small porch. Noctis laid there, a groan leaving him as he attempted to blink the stars from his vision. You were much more lucky considering you had something of a body pillow to fall onto, though it didn’t help too much considering a bit bony in places and made of hard, subtle muscle everywhere else. You blinked, wide eyed, trying to wrap your head around the fact that you were seeing the man that left two weeks ago to continue on his journey. You weren’t expecting to see him again for…a very long time. If you were fortunate enough.
“Noct?”
“Hey,” he huffed, regaining the breath that had been knocked from him. "What’s up?“
”‘What’s up?’ What the hell do you mean, what are you doing here?“
"What, not happy to see me?” He chuckled.
You rolled your eyes good naturedly. "I’m always happy to see you, you dingbat, but aren’t you suppose to be on some all important Astrals given quest?“
Noctis could feel the small smile that had tied his lips fall from his face. He didn’t mean for it to vanish so easily, but your question reminded him that this was not a part of his true timeline. You’d both remember this meeting, yes, but something seemed to be taken from the moment knowing that Noctis had already missed ten years of not only his life but of yours. He hadn’t gotten to see you before racing off to the capital after waking up. He did know that you were still alive though and that was something at least.
"Hey…you good?” Your words pulled Noctis out of his reverie.
“Yeah, fine.” The tight smile he flashed you did nothing to settle your nerves of worry but you let it go. "So what’s the special for today?“
"Chicken pot pie,” you replied. "It’s why I was asking them for the carrots.“
Noctis nodded his head before pausing. "Wait, you saw me over there earlier?”
You laughed. "Of course I did. I always know when you’re around.“ The soft smile that accompanied your words made Noctis’s heart break before mending it right after. "Don’t worry though, I’ve got something that I know you’ll like.” Getting up from your place atop Noctis, you offered him your hand.
The two of you spent the rest of the day together, Noctis helping out where he could and just loitering the rest of the time. Neither of you minded that you weren’t spending time alone. This was fine. This was perfect. This was enough.
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.
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.”
im jumpin on this male s/o bandwagon before its too late. may i have some hcs on prompto and noctis shenanigans with a male s/o? maybe drunk escapades or silly rough-housing
no need to worry bb i’m always up for doing male s/o requests!! ya’ll just need to specify so i know whatcha want ;) anyway i hope you enjoyyyyyy <3
Noctis
Okay so like it really isn’t all that often that noct drinks but almost every time he does he’ll end up drunk ((not bc he’s a lightweight more bc he enjoys bein able to let go and the feeling of it))
honestly there’s no particular reason he just doesn’t like alcohol like if he’s gonna put something that burns in his body he may as well just eat his veggies so at least he’s bein healthy lmao
but on occasion he will have a couple of cold ones with the bois
or ehem…his boy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
when noct gets drunk with his bf he’ll tend to let loose a lot more than he may with the other guys around
like as much as he trusts the guys, there’s still some things that he would prefer to not do in front of them ya know??
like spill his guts about how much he loves you but ANYWAY
no but fr there was an Instance™ once before and to this day the guys won’t let him live it down
“who ever thought the prince was such a softie?”
“noct we really don’t need to hear about your bedroom preferences”
“did _____ appreciate the manscaping?” noctis could still see the smug look on gladio’s face >.>
so ye when noct is in a drunken stupor with you the night’s aren’t exactly crazy but there is a lot of touching ((sometimes innocent sometimes not so innocent)) and a lot of slurred love confessions
lowkey that’s how noct first told you he loved you but that whole story is to be saved for another day
noct also has a small tendency to strip when he’s drunk so uhhhhh hey more royal bod for you to ogle ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
there has been a few times where noct dares you to let him point warp you places
the first time you were inebriated enough where you didn’t question it as much as you probably should have lmao
when he took you to the top of the citadel tho you kinda came back to reality but didn’t quite have enough time to tell him uh bro my buddy my dude my babe let’s maybe not
bc as soon as you were up there a shirtless noct grabbed you around the waist and had you standing on the next rooftop over
it was a very tarzan-esque moment
that was also the first night ya’ll fucked outside of the bedroom bless up
so yeah all in all when you and noct end up drunk together it’s less crazy and fun escapades and more noct becoming way more daring than is probs safe and you being lucky enough to join him on that ride ((and the other “rides” that follow ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ))
Prompto
PROMPTO on the other hand is 110% the type of person that’ll drag you along throughout the city at night on random adventures when he’s drunk
like noct he doesn’t really drink all that much
probably even less so than noct tbh, something about the alcohol does funny stuff to his stomach so he’s learned he’s better off only having a bottle or two ((or glass, sometimes he likes a fruity drink too))
there have been a few notable experiences you’ve had with a drunken prompto
the first one you honestly don’t remember much of all you do remember is that you had started the night just outside of the Crown City and somehow ended up on the beach of Galdin Quay with five chocobos sleeping around ya’ll
the thing that made it the most memorable was the fact that when prompto woke up he wasn’t surprised by the fact ya’ll were in Galdin Quay but by the fact there were three extra chocobos
not that he was complainin lmao
another memory you remember quite fondly was when you two happened upon a hole in the wall bar and proceeded to take a tour around the city while tipsy
there’s several pics on prompto’s phone documenting that night and he claims that those are some of the best photos he’s ever taken even if literally all of the damn photos are blurry as hell
that’s the thing about prom tho he won’t take his camera around with him if he’s about to get drunk – too risky – so whenever ya’ll do go on your drunken adventures the photos are on his phone
the one time that prompto ended up super drunk well…that was the first time ya’ll went skinny dipping together
in the royal pool
noctis to this day does not know about this
prompto plans to keep it this way
but that doesn’t stop him from goofily wigging his eyebrows whenever you’re around and noctis mentions it
anyway, sloppy make outs happened, some dick sucking may or may not have happened, ya’ll may or may not have lost some clothing when running from a guard that came patrolling thru the building
there were many things that may or may not have happened and not bc you didn’t remember but bc it was much better to play dumb than to admit to some of the shenanigans that happened that particular night >.> <.<
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”
