Anon asked: S/o ask “what would you do if I died? What should I do if you died? Should move on without you? what about vise versa?” How do chocobros respond?
This took forever to answer, haha. Goodness gracious. Sorry for the absolute radio silence, I’ve been doing a shitton of stuff. I moved into my college dorm last week, the first day of classes was a couple days ago, I’ve been a busy bee. I actually stayed up kinda late to write this.
Anyways, I meshed together two requests for this one and also lowkey made it OT4+1, so there’s that. I hope this isn’t terrible, enjoy!
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When Noctis accepted that hunt, immediately you know something terrible was bound to happen. It was a hunch, or maybe a gut feeling – either way, you knew. You said as much to the others in your group, and while Prompto reluctantly agreed with you, Ignis disagreed with you, and that pretty much settled things. If Ignis had no reason to be concerned, then why did you? Besides, you could always do with some extra money lining your pockets.
As it would seem, things were not as simple as anticipated. Your gut feeling was right.
You all managed to fell the beast, but the triumph was not without a price. Ignis had a nasty wound in his side, and it was practically all you could do to stop the bleeding and get him stitched up. Prompto’s hands were practically out of commission with how much damage they’d taken from the excessive recoil of his guns and he might have been dealing with a minor concussion. Noctis could barely move on his own, the sheer amount of magic used in the battle taking its toll on his already-tired body and sending jolt after jolt of pain through him with every breath. Gladio had dislocated his shoulder and his body was positively covered in bruises. He already had a new set of scars forming on his skin. You left the battle with a few broken ribs and a severe gash across the bridge of your nose from an attack that nearly took your eye out. Doubtlessly, it would become a scar.
You all immediately fled to the nearest hotel for some much-needed rest and recovery. You were going to lose some days, perhaps more than a week, but there was no choice. None of you were in any condition to travel, and if you got attacked on the road, you’d be dead meat.
It was during this time that you sought out Dave. Luckily for you, he happened to be nearby, and you made your request to him. The expression on his face was solemn, but he fulfilled it with little fanfare.
The very next day, you had yourself a set of hunter’s tags. Logically, you knew that they were small things made out of a lightweight material, but you couldn’t help but feel an extreme heaviness as you looped the chain around your neck. It was like having the weight of your own soul settled on top of your chest. At first, it was heavy and oppressive and you almost felt like you were suffocating, but in a few days’ time, it was a comforting weight grounding you to reality.
Perhaps you should have anticipated that the others would not feel the same about your decision.
How would the chocobros react to finding out their s/o went out and got themselves a set of hunters tags without them knowing? Aka they find them in their belongings or on their person unexpectedly etc.
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