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thechocoboos · 7 years ago

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Petacular Headcanons! The Chocobros With Pets

*This was done in collaboration with the ever so lovely @angelic-guardienne, our headcanons for Noctis and Ignis can be found right here, while Prompto’s and Gladio’s are below*

Prompto

Duke (Gladio’s dog) would quite literally suffocate him if he somehow ended up trapped underneath him; he dodge rolls out of the way when Duke comes barreling at him

LOVES any and all animals

Ends up petsitting and dogwalking on the weekends (he loves every second of it)

A couple of his clients hired him based on his stunningly god-like looks, but Prom only has eyes for their pets

He literally picks up random animals from the street and takes care of them at home (he never gives much thought for any diseases they might have). Whenever Noctis comes over there’s probably a new animal and Prompto just acts like it’s completely normal

Every single question Noct asks is answered with something like “Yeah, I found him, his name is Marvin and he’s. SO. CUTE.”

“Prompto, he’s eating your radio.”

“Like I said, SO. CUTE.”

Ignis and Gladio had to have a sit down with Prom, “Prompto,” Ignis began, pushing up his glasses, “It would be best if you didn’t pick up random animals on the street...”

Gladio would be much more blunt, “You don’t have the money or the room.” He would say, as four cats crawled on him and three dogs barked from on top of Iggy.

Hohoho you think he had a ridiculous number of pictures before? It’s increased tenfold. He started framing pictures of his new pets and sticking them everywhere.

Noct goes to steal some strawberries from Prom’s fridge, but there’s a framed pic of Marvin the Mutt sitting where the milk should be (he decides not to bring it up)

Prompto absolutely loves these animals, though they do come and go, and while it makes him a bit sad he’s glad for the time he got to spend with them (and he has plenty of pictures for memoriam anyways)

In most cases, Prompto is kinda like the house for the lost animals; usually (especially if they have a collar) he’ll make “lost pet” signs in hopes that their owners will come by and pick them up

(Well. he doesn’t exactly hope. For his sake he wants to keep them but for the pet’s sake he hopes the owner comes by, he knows his place is an unfamiliar environment for them)

Most of the time though? He gets to keep them until they either are picked up by their original owners or leave on their own

However they still come back to his place for food, and Prompto is overjoyed when they come back

Pryna was one of the first animals he took care of, which is why he was like “??? !!! ?!?!” the majority of the time he had her.

He gives nicknames to all of the animals that come by (hence why he called Pryna “Tiny” for a while)

Most of his legit pets are those whose owners never came or strays who never had homes to begin with and decided to stay forever (Marvin was one of those)

He doesn’t know the breed of many of his pets, but tbh it never crossed his mind. He was just ecstatic to have another furry friend

Prompto is the one to push for playdates with all of their pets, the dogs are excited af for it, but it can never happen at Iggy’s place (Iggy and his pets are much too sensitive)

Gladio

He has a giant, giant dog named Duke (breed a mix of a pyrenean mastiff and a newfoundland dog). Dukey-poo here, this boi has the most pure white fur ever, splattered with black patches. Unfortunately he’s like a walking carpet and sheds excessively, but Gladio always forgives him in the end (they love each other too much)

Gladio loves to go on hikes with his dog, they have such a fun time, especially if they find a lake. They both come home covered in dirt and mud and leaves and sometimes soaking wet, much to the exasperation of literally anyone at Gladio’s house

He also has a cat; he’s an old, excessively long haired cat with amber eyes like Gladio’s. He came from an abusive household so he’s super skittish and he walks funny due to broken legs that never healed properly but he absolutely adores gladio. Gladio sometimes has Ignis come over and make food for him; the kitty loves salmon but not tuna (#relatable). This little fluffball of fear has the loudest purr to anyone who has the luck to witness it

Okay, well, he had that cat, I should say. The poor babe died of old age; Gladio knew it was coming, but he was still heartbroken -- the final purr his cat let out, Duke’s whimpering, the wheezing…Sometimes he remembers the last look his cat gave him; he likes to think his cat was thanking him for making the rest of his feline life worth living.

Gladio notices how lonely Duke seems after his first cat’s death, so he goes out one random Saturday and buys a couple of kittens (they were siblings, the big softy didn’t want to separate them)

As a joke after watching some movie, he names one “Des” and the other “Troy” so he can make endless jokes about the destruction they inevitably cause (Iris fucking hates this name but she can’t come up with any other names)

Duke is super gentle with the kittens and is lowkey worried whenever they meow at him -- he can often be found with the kittens sleeping on top of his back, sometimes he can be seen playing with them (and by this I mean rolling over and letting them just dive headfirst into his fur coat)

Sometimes Duke carries the kittens around in his mouth. Gladio once saw this going down and was more confused than anything, but elected to ignore it.

Gladio can hold both of those little kittens with one hand, they’re so tiny. He coos at them all the time and like pets their little heads with his pinky finger

Frankly he’s lowkey afraid of hurting them

Fun fact: Gladio got buff and got bigger arms so he could be able to hold more kittens, among other small animals.

Noctis love the kittens so much so Gladio lets him catsit sometimes (Noct wouldn’t attempt to steal one a second time after nearly getting suplexed, but Gladio isn’t cruel and lets him spend time with them on his own); Prompto usually comes along to play with Duke. Gladio later texts Ignis and asks that he make sure that Noctis and Prompto don’t actually kill his pets (he’s not too terribly worried about it, in all honesty, but it never hurts to have a failsafe)

Whenever Duke the dude wants a good pettin’, he slowly approaches someone and nuzzles his head in their shins (it’s super cute, although he once knocked Prompto over)

Duke also follows anything that moves. People, cats, furniture, a plant... If it’s movin’ he’s followin’

If any of the bros are at Gladio’s place and one of them just stands up, Duke materializes right next them (figuratively, of course)

Gladio and Ignis are the only ones with the balls to step over Duke whenever he falls asleep in the middle of the hallway, so Noct and Prom just whine at Gladio until he makes Duke move (Iris doesn’t even whine, she just fuckin vaults right over that sucker like the badass she is)

“Gladioooooo....” they’ll whisper, not wanting to wake Duke and suffer his love, “the D-O-G is hogging the hall againnnnn...” They’ll whine, rolling all over Gladio’s couch and begging him to move Duke until he gets so sick of their whining that he finally does

Also, Dukey-poo doesn’t bark often. If he does, somethin’ is up. Somethin’ not good. Instead of barking he does one of those borks or a soft “ahhhhrf” (you know what I’m talkin about here)

#prompto #gladio #noctis #ignis #ffxv #this was a lot of fun to write #make sure to check out iggy's and noct's #let's hope the formatting doesnt get too fucky

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wordshakerofgallifrey · 7 years ago

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I wrote this like a month, two months ago when I was coping with accepting my own identity and decided to post it for Pride. It’s... wish-fulfillment, it’s personal, it’s incredibly autobiographical in more than one place, it’s.. a tiny piece of my soul.

I don’t have all the answers, but my inbox is always open if you need someone to talk to, to vent to, whatever.

happy pride, my babies xx

Ain’t No Lie, Lucy’s bi, bi, bi (newsies, lucy, jack, and katherine)

Lucy thought she was confused.

She was no stranger to different types of relationships in her life—Uncle Sean and Uncle Tony had been together as long as she could remember, and Aunt Sarah had her girlfriend, Jane. It wasn’t until she and her brothers were older that they even realized that wasn’t normal for most people.

But Lucy?

Lucy liked both boys and girls.

Was that even allowed?

She’d heard the word thrown around occasionally, usually in hushed tones, sometimes mockingly.

Bisexual.

Lucy wasn’t sure how to feel about the word, didn’t like how it was said, like it was something dirty, something to be ashamed of. She shoved down her feelings, and it took nearly two years before she could admit it to herself, convince herself that she wasn’t making it up, she wasn’t lying to anyone.

She liked both boys and girls.

She was bisexual, no matter how people saw it. It was right. It was her.

But Lucy didn’t know anyone like her. And she definitely wasn’t sure what her parents would think.

Until one day, she heard Dad and Uncle Davey talking.

“I ran into one of your exes the other day,” Uncle Davey said in a teasing voice.

Lucy perked up at that, though they couldn’t see her from the kitchen. She’d spent most of her childhood in an idealistic fantasy where she thought her parents had stayed single until they met one another. Now that she was a junior, Lucy knew better, but she’d never come around to ask about it herself.

“Which one?” her dad asked. “There were so many ya know.”

Lucy rolled her eyes—Dad thought he was smooth, but some days, she wondered how he even got Mom to go out with him, he was so dorky.

Uncle Davey seemed to agree. “Don’t pretend like you were some Casanova, Jackie Boy. It took ya breakin’ your arm to even talk to Kath.”

Dad laughed. “Aw, you’re just jealous I act’ally dated in high school.”

She heard a whump, like Uncle Davey had thrown something at Dad, and wondered if their conversation was even worth listening to anymore. She and her brothers had been subject to the ER story every Christmas since they were old enough to understand it.

(When he was fifteen, not hearing the ER story was Pete’s birthday wish—a wish he did not receive)

Uncle Davey muttered something she couldn’t hear and made Dad laugh. “Anyway, Todd said hi. He doesn’t live here anymore, but he and his husband were in town—”

Lucy stopped listening.

Dad had been with a guy before?

Was her dad—?

She sat up, kicking a book by her foot. It fell to the floor with a thud, scaring both her and Charcoal, who ran out of the room with a disgruntled meow.

The kitchen fell quiet, and Dad called out, “Luce? Ya alright in there?”

“Yeah, Dad,” Lucy said, gathering her stuff. “I’m just going upstairs.”

“Alright. Dinner’s in an hour.”

“I-I know.” Lucy made her escape to her bedroom.

*~*~*~*~*

Six weeks later, Lucy came home from marching band, hot, sweaty, and determined. Dropping her bag by the door, she went into the kitchen to grab a Gatorade and yogurt. Unscrewing the cap of the bottle, Lucy made her way down the hallway, faltering a moment at the doorway to Dad’s office.

She shouldn’t be so scared to do this—she’d already told Brooklyn, she called Corey and Pete, but it felt like a whole different situation, telling her parents.

“Ya comin’ in or not, Lucy Anne?” Dad asked, without turning away from the computer screen.

Jumping slightly, Lucy stepped into the office, flopping onto the couch next to the desk. “How did you know? And I’m not seven anymore, so don’t say you have eyes on the back of your head,” she added quickly, narrowing her eyes slightly.

Snorting, Dad tapped the computer screen with his stylus. “Reflection. And you kids didn’t believe that then, I know ya won’t believe it now.”

Lucy hummed non-committedly, ripping off the cover of her yogurt. She watched her dad sketch on his tablet, bringing his creation to life on the screen.

“Penny for ya thoughts, Luce?”

“What makes you think I have somethin’ to say?” Lucy deflected, swirling her spoon in the yogurt.

Setting down his tablet and stylus, her dad rolled back in his chair to look at her. “Well, I have known ya sixteen years. Like ta think I know ya pretty well. An’ ya bein’ too quiet. Ya usu’lly come in from band talkin’ a mile a minute. What’s up? Somethin’ happen today?”

Stirring her spoon one last time, Lucy reached over to set the yogurt down on the desk, sitting up and folding her legs under her. Dad raised his eyebrows.

“Ya know ya get the same look on ya face your mother gets when she wants to talk about somethin’ serious?” Lucy didn’t respond, looking down at her hands instead. Dad rolled towards her, reaching out to stop her fidgeting hands. “Sweetheart? Ya alright?”

Unwittingly, tears sprung to her eyes, and she couldn’t look at him. “There’s just… uhm. Somethin’ I’ve—not realized, not exactly, I’ve known it for a couple of years, but I guess I finally accepted it, an’—and. I’m not sure really how ta put it inta words but I think you’re the only one who’d understand, but now that I’m tryin’ ta tell ya, I don’t—I can’t—”

Lucy could hear it, the rambling, the accent, that only comes out when she was nervous, but she couldn’t stop it. Just spit it out, Kelly, she thought.

She lifted her head to look him in the eye. “—I’m bi. Bisexual, I mean. Like. I like girls an’ boys.” Her mouth clamped shut after that, suddenly spent. She said it. Oh, god, she said it. She came out to her dad, and now he was looking at her and she didn’t know what he was going to say—

Shit, was Dad crying?

Shit, was she crying? She scrubbed a hand under her eye and it came back wet.

Clearing his throat roughly, Dad tugged her hands, pulling her towards him. “C’mere, baby,” he said, and she went, curling into him like she did when she was younger, a little confused, but relieved he wasn’t pushing her away.

He didn’t say anything right away, just held her. Just as the silence was getting a little too unbearable, Dad finally spoke.

“Didja know I dated two guys before I met Mom?” Lucy shook her head. “An’ when we met Spot, he was datin’ this girl—Dani, I think. S’about three, four years before he an’ Racer got together, an’ you was four when they finally got married.”

Sitting up, Lucy looked at him. “You an’ Uncle Sean—?”

“Bi as the day is long,” he confirmed, wiping away a tear from her cheek and giving her a half-smile. “So you’re joinin’ a pretty great club, if ya ask me.”

She ducked her head, hiding her face in his shoulder. “So you’re not—it’s not—?” She couldn’t form the questions she wanted to ask.

Dad cupped the back of her head, stroking a hand down her hair. “‘M not mad, if that’s what’cha askin’. Or… disappointed, or whatever’s goin’ through ya head. An’ it ain’t a big deal or anythin’. Not ‘less ya want it ta be,” he added, jokingly.

A laugh got stuck in her throat. “What—what do you think Mom will say?” Lucy asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Tipping her head back up, he looked at her dead on, something soft in his features. “Nothin’s changed, baby. Ya mom’s not gonna care. In fact, she’s gonna be proud—proud jus’ like I am—that you’re allowin’ yaself to be yaself, an’ that ya bein’ honest wit’ yaself about who ya are. Ya don’t gotta be scared wit’ us, that we ain’t gonna love ya any less.”

Dad wiped away another tear that tracked down her cheek, smoothing back her hair and smiling. “An’ I jus’ wanna say thank you, Lucille, for sharin’ that piece of ya wit’ me.”

Lucy knew she was crying now, and she slid her arms around his neck, letting her Daddy hold her.

*~*~*~*~*

Mom found them like that, swiveling gently in the chair, almost an hour later.

“Hey. What’s going on in here?”

Dad stopped the movement of the chair with his foot, and they looked up at her. “Hiya, Ace. Luce an’ I was just talkin’.”

“Oh yeah?” Mom sat on the edge of the couch in front of them after pressing a kiss to both dark heads. “Must’ve been important.”

Lucy felt her dad shrug around her. “You could say that.”

Her mother looked between the two. “Is it on a need-to-know basis?”

Dad looked down at her, asking her if she wanted to share. Sighing softly, Lucy sat up a bit to look at her mother, who had a pinched, worried look on her face.

“Mom… I’m bisexual.” Mom didn’t say anything, simply raised an eyebrow, like she was waiting for more. “What—what do you think about that?”

“I don’t care.” Mom winced as Lucy’s eyes widened at her abrupt tone. Dad barked out a short laugh. “I mean, sorry, that came out wrong—Jack, stop laughing.”

Dad pressed the back of one hand to his mouth, the other raising in surrender when Mom shot him another stern look that softened when she looked at Lucy. Reaching out, she grasped one of Lucy’s hands in both of hers. “What I meant was it doesn’t matter to me that you are bisexual, as long as you’re happy. It doesn’t change who you are. It’s just another beautiful part of Lucy.”

Lucy felt like some invisible weight had been lifted off of her, like a knot in her chest she didn’t know was there loosened, like she could breath again. It was over. Nothing was different. She gripped her mother’s hand.

“Thank you, Mama.”

*~*~*~*~*

Three months later, Jack and Katherine watched as Lucy slid into Thalia’s car, off on their first date.

“So…” Katherine trailed off, as she closed the front door.

Jack nodded in agreement. “Of our children, I’ve always thought Corey’d be the one to bring home a girl with a lip ring, not Lucy.”

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