How would all the chocobros, Iggy included, react to their s/o imitating Ignis' little "I've come up with a new recipeh" line? Like, they'll do it when least expected and or when he's in the middle of saying it himself?? I need this like I need air to breathe
Tried to write this as a headcanon, couldn’t do it. So enjoy some shameless short-to-medium length drabbles, lovelies :)
It had become a game between you and Prompto. It had began as a way to make each other laugh while on the road; the two of you thinking of the most ridiculous things you could say to the other to make them crack a smile, or better yet, bust out laughing. The idea had dawned on you one afternoon, the instant Ignis had snapped his fingers after coming upon some Lucian tomatoes. Positioning yourself at Ignis’ back, you made eye contact with Prompto, snapped your own fingers, and did your best to mirror the expression and movements of your poor strategist.
Needless to say, Prompto was in pieces the first time you tried it. Ignis had given him the strangest look as he doubled over in silent laughter, turning to you. In an instant, you dropped the charade and mustered the most innocent face you could.
As the chef raised his eyebrows at you in question, you shrugged, which only produced a loud snort from the blond goofball.
He was lucky you were a much better actor than he was.
From that moment on, if you so much as whispered recipeh in his vicinity, it would reduce your lover to a cackling mess. You realized you were in too deep when Prompto began giving you his puppy-dog eyes every time Ignis said it and you didn’t copy him. Not that you really minded. Seeing the way his eyes lit up when he laughed was always worth it.
The Moogle Chocobo Carnival was spectacular, better than anything you could have imagined. You could tell Noctis was having the time of his life as well, much as he tried to maintain his too-cool-for-school demeanor he sometimes adopted around you. But every time you came across some new wonder, he squeezed your hand a little tighter and pulled you along.
But midday came, and you both needed a break. There was a small pop-up cafe set up for the occasion, with specially themed dishes made specifically with the festival in mind. You didn’t exactly need to beg Noctis for a pit stop.
You ordered, and the brightly-decorated pastries were set in front of you with refreshing vigor. They were lovely and delicious, and like nothing you’d had before.
“Gonna have to tell Specs about these,” Noct said, his mouth full of cake.
You giggled and poked at your pastry with your fork. “He’d have a field day if he were here. Can you imagine?” You brandished the fork with a flourish, pointing it towards the sky. “Ah’ve come up with a new recipeh.”
You took another bite before you realized that Noctis was silently staring at you, his eyes wide.
“Um… Noct? What’s up?”
He blinked once, then snorted loudly, nearly spraying you with cake crumbs. “Nice job,” his eyes darted up to meet yours, a sudden playful glint appearing, “but I can do better.”
“Oh can you now, Prince Perfect?”
“It’s all in the breath support. More like: Aaah’ve come up with a new recipeh!”
You shoot back, matching his sly smile. “Recipeh.”
He scoots closer to you, changing the inflection. “Recipeh.”
It progressed like this back and forth until the two of you were yelling ‘recipeh’ in the middle of the crowded cafe, in your best terrible accents.
It was late in the night. You’d volunteered to take first watch as everyone else had sauntered into the tent to sleep. You stared glumly into the fire, the boredom nearly driving you mad in the quiet night. Your eyes fell on the modest cookstove that Ignis had used to cook dinner. You could practically see the man snapping his fingers and setting to work. And that phrase he said… what was it again?
You said it, just barely breathing it out at first. The imitation of Ignis’ accent rolled off of your tongue, and you giggled softly at the absurdity. You tried it again, louder this time. With every utterance of the phrase, you became more and more bold, both in volume and in delivery. By the time you turned to see Gladio’s hulking form examining you, it had progressed into full-on Shakespearean acting.
Heat rushed to his face as he crossed his arms at you from the mouth of the tent. It was difficult to read his face clearly in the dim light, but his shoulders were shaking wildly with silent laughter.
“I… I had no idea you had such a talent for… acting,” he said, between gulps of air.
You pursed your lips and gave him a swat to discourage his chuckling, but it only made him laugh harder. “Please don’t tell the others about this.”
He grinned smugly, wrapping you in his arms. “Or what?”
“Come on, Gladio, Ignis will poison my food or something!”
“Hey, maybe in exchange for my silence, you have to do something else for me.” His hand reached down and pinched your ass.
Heat rushed to your face once again, now for an entirely different reason. “Um, yeah, whatever–”
Before you could get the words out, his mouth was on yours.
You were roaming the forest in search of new ingredients to try. Ignis had insisted at being up at the crack of dawn, as he assured you the foraging would be more plentiful, but you knew it was just an excuse to be alone for a while.
His graceful fingers were intertwined with yours, leading you through the trees. He seemed to be taking the errand far more seriously than you were, as was usual. His eyes scanned the ground for possible produce, while yours were turned toward the sky, watching the world wake up. It was there you spotted a familiar purple fruit dangling from a tree ahead, just out of your reach.
“A plum!” you nearly shout, breaking the silence and pulling him to the tree.
Ignis jumped at your sudden outburst, but allowed himself to be towed toward the fruit.
You turn to him, squeezing his hand excitedly. “I know that fruit! We used to have a tree growing in our yard back in Insomnia! My mother used to cook with it!”
He squinted up at it from behind his glasses. “You’re certain?”
You roll your eyes at him. “I appreciate the caution, but I know what I’m on about. But I can’t reach it. Could you maybe…?”
You point up hopefully, and he gives you a small smirk, reaching to retrieve the fruit. He handed you the wild produce and flash him a grateful smile. You’re about to put it in your bag when an idea dawns on you. Your smile turning devious, you lift your newfound goods triumphantly and yell to the heavens, “Aah’ve come up with a new recipeh!”
He freezes, and after moments of hearing only birds chirping, you worry that you’ve offended him. Finally, he blinks slowly, his mouth slightly ajar.
You hastily stuff the fruit in the bag, and your hand finds his again. “Ignis? I’m sorry, did I–”
He shakes his head, bemused, and a smile creeps onto his face. “I suppose I should not be surprised you have my… catchphrase down cold?”
You relax instantly when you hear the teasing in his voice. “You might say it kind of often. Might have heard it a few times.” You steal a quick kiss, pressing your lips to his softly. “You’d be surprised how quickly I can pick up on things.”
He gathers you in his arms and shakes his head again, a rare chuckle escaping. “Do I honestly sound like that?”
You giggle and nestle yourself into his embrace, the sounds of your laughter breaking the peace of the morning.