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Signs of Affection

Thought of this one day, @thuriweaver helped push me to write it bc she's great :D

AU: None Words: 2057 Pairings: Chocobros OT4 Warnings: None. Let me know if there is anything!

Summary: Weird things keep happening... They should probably talk about it...

Showing affection was difficult for Noctis.

Growing up so sheltered within the Citadel walls, he’d not had a lot of experience showing or even receiving affection. His ‘princely training’ or whatever had not helped him either, along with the downward spiral and anguish left after the Marilith attack and the subsequent recovery. The combination of both had hindered him greatly. This meant that once he’d entered this complicated relationship with his companions, Noctis still found it hard to break out of his shell when it came to expressions of love.

Not that any of them had complained or would even consider doing so. They’d all known Noctis for long enough that they weren’t expecting the grand gestures of romance that Gladiolus was partial to or the awkward yet endearing clinginess that Prompto tended towards. They were content with Noctis simply staying the way he’d always been, the same man they’d all fallen for.

But things kept happening. Small, miniscule things.

“So, you guys’ve noticed it too, right?” Gladio asked, his voice low.

It had been a taxing day. Far too many Voretooth ambushes and, once the rain had started, Giagantoad fights, on top of having tracked down and defeated a pair of Kujatas. Thankfully, they had enough to splurge on a decent hotel room for the night. Noctis was already dead asleep in one of the beds after having been pushed to his limit from all the fighting, he’d fallen into statis several times throughout the day leaving him utterly exhausted. Meanwhile, the other three had congregated around the small table to discuss the recent phenomena they had been experiencing.

“You mean, that thing?” Prompto leant forward, practically stage-whispering in order to keep his voice down.

“I believe the first thing we should ask is,” Ignis crossed both his legs and his arms as he thought, “when did it begin.”

Apparently, Gladio had been the first to have such an experience and it had been a few months back. They’d been camping out on Emmelle Haven, preparing to tackle the Balouve Mines. It was while Prompto and Ignis had been out collecting supplies and information from Longwythe. Gladio was on lookout, but didn’t want the time to go to waste so he’d decided to get some exercise in. He had just finished up the last of his push up reps and had sat up on his heels for a quick breather before continuing to his next exercise when it happened.

It had felt like something, or rather someone, had kissed his shoulder blade. Featherlight and barely noticeable, but still he’d definitely felt it.

Gladio turned to look over his shoulder to catch whoever it was – thinking maybe that Prompto had managed to finally sneak up on him, but he found the space empty. Turning to look over his other shoulder, Gladio just caught the tell-tale sole of a boot disappearing behind the tent flaps. A smile tugged at his lips as he thought back on the moment.

“Didn’t think too much of it at the time.” Gladio shrugged and relaxed further into his chair.

Prompto dropped his chin into his hands, pouting, “So, it started just before the mines, which means…” His head shot up with a gasp and a grin, “I was next?!”

Ignis was a second too late, but he still reached over and clapped a hand over Prompto’s mouth, “Keep your voice down, Prompto. Tell us what happened. Quietly.” He waited until Prompto nodded before removing his hand.

Prompto’s was just after they’d gotten rid of that awful daemon at the bottom of the mines. After getting the royal arm from the tomb and climbing their way back out, Prompto was so thankful to be out in the open air again that everything looked like a fantastic photo opportunity. They were making their way down the hill, back to the dirt road when he’d stopped and pulled out his camera.

Whatever his subject was, Prompto couldn’t remember, but he did know that he’d been carefully setting up for the shot when he felt something.

First, it was a slight brush of something against his shoulder. Prompto thought, for a brief moment, that it was one of them trying to tell him to get a move on – it wouldn’t have been the first time, he recalled with a pout. He vaguely remembered going to open his mouth to tell them he’d be there in a moment.

The whisper of lips against his cheek silenced him. Prompto had taken his eye from the viewfinder with the expectation of seeing Ignis just a few steps ahead, silently urging him back down to their campsite. But there was nothing of the sort.

Well, Ignis was a short distance away, but his back was to Prompto. Gladio was further down by the road, past the metal fencing that tried (and failed) to keep people away from the mines and Noctis was taking a step closer to his advisor in order to look at something in Ignis’ hands – probably the map they’d marked up with the known and possible sites of the royal tombs.

Prompto was confused. Maybe he’d imagined it? He thought he had. But it had happened again, a few weeks later and then a few more times after that too.

“I missed that shot at Wiz’s, of that chocobo trying to nip at Iggy’s hair because of that.” Prompto whined with yet another pout.

Ignis decided to ignore Prompto’s last statement, “That does seem consistent…”

“What about you, Iggy?” Gladio asked, “Gonna share yours?”

After fiddling with his glasses for a moment, Ignis recounted his experience.

As far as he could remember, it was a few days after they’d left the Longwythe area. They were spending a few days completing several minor hunts for a little more spending money – it also gave them a better lay of the land so, all in all, a worthwhile use of their time.

They were out at one of the few havens surrounding Alstor as the sunlight was finally beginning to fade. Prompto and Gladio were sat around the crackling fire already, relaxing after a long day of running across Duscae. Ignis had already set out all his usual cooking implements before crouching down to their cooler to check what they had on hand, making sure to plan around their limitations accordingly.

He was reviewing their collection of fish, as Noctis had given him several more that day, when an odd sensation touched the top of his head.

Ignis raised his gaze and turned to inspect his surroundings, focusing firstly above him. A part of him expected to find someone there, ready to say or ask something, yet there was nothing but open sky. All around him, there was nothing out of the ordinary. The only thing that caught his attention was Noctis slipping into the camping chair nearby, the prince’s attention directed fully to his phone screen.

He’d brushed it off in the moment, but it had kept popping up into his mind as he couldn’t quite figure out what had happened.

Prompto coo’d as Ignis flushed lightly, “That is so cute.”

“But that ain’t all of ‘em, right? There’s been more.” Gladio pointed out, clearly thinking deeply.

The others agreed and continued to discuss their experiences. They all had shared experiences of barely-there kisses to their necks or shoulders as they began to drift off to sleep, both within the tent and as they shared beds in hotels. In fact, it seemed that one of them got preferential treatment in such an area which Prompto giggled over as Ignis, once again, blushed softly.

“It’s okay, Iggy.” Prompto patted Ignis’ arm, having resituated himself to perch on the arm of the chair Ignis was sitting in and throwing his legs over Ignis’ own, “I think we all get where he’s coming from.” As if he needed to reinforce his words with action, Prompto pressed his own soft kiss to the column of Ignis’ throat.

“Yeah, no bad feelings here.” Gladio mirrored the gunslinger’s action on the opposite side, effectively pinning the advisor between them both.

Ignis’ cheeks burned hot and turned a deeper shade of red, “Could we please get back to the topic at hand?” He tried valiantly to steer the conversation back away from himself.

With light laughter, they did get back on track. They discussed the other sleepy habits that they found related, before Prompto brought up a separate, yet associated idea.

“I dunno if it’s just me, but like… what about the ones with injuries?”

Ignis and Gladio looked at him with unreadable expressions that somehow still radiated concern.

Prompto quickly backtracked, hands flailing slightly, “Not like super bad ones or anything. Sometimes its not even when there is an injury or cut or something. Just like, when looking for them?”

His harried explanation seemed to quell their concern for now, and they thought on it for a moment. Gladio recalled just after he’d returned with his two new scars that there had maybe been something like that, but it wasn’t exactly just limited to one of them. Ignis couldn’t entirely pull up a memory associated with such a thing, but Prompto pointed out that Ignis rarely got super hurt anyway and – if he did – he almost never let them see it. Both of the other men did have the self-awareness to at least show some regret for their previous actions in the face of Prompto’s accusations.

Prompto, on the other hand, could think of quite a few times. Mostly it was when they’d had a long day with a ton of ambushes, and he’d used a ton of ammo and fallen a bunch in his attempt at getting clean shots that avoided hitting his teammates/friends/lovers. His fingers tended to ache a lot on those days. Some of those days, it had been noticed that he was careful when helping set up camp. Despite his insistence that he was fine, Prompto found his hands being carefully inspected for any cuts. He swore a hundred times over that at least once, he felt the ghost of a kiss to his fingers.

Gladio snorted in amusement, settling back in his seat again, “Well, ain’t that just adorable?”

Prompto laughed awkwardly for a moment before launching back into the conversation. They were managing to recall far more experiences than they’d originally thought. It was occurring to them that these weren’t just random, one-off things – they were actually a pattern of behaviour.

“Not sure if this counts at all, but you guys had those like joke blown kisses?” Gladio thought aloud, seemingly absent-mindedly.

Prompto and Ignis thought for a moment. They couldn’t recall any of them specifically. “Aren’t those usually directed towards you, Gladio? Usually after some ridiculous argument or challenge you two go through?” Ignis accusingly asked, a hint of fond frustration behind his words.

“I guess.” Gladio replied almost defensively.

The rest of their evening continued like this. Discussing their experiences and seeing where the links were, finding out which ones stuck with each of them more. Prompto mentioned a moment from before their road trip even began where he was pretty sure he got a soft kiss to his forehead when he was laying on that huge plush bed after they’d experimented with alcohol for the first time – his memories were kind of fuzzy from that day and Prompto got some unimpressed looks at his recollection. Gladio recalled a few moments where one of the blue holograms were practically in front of his face, yet there was the ghost of a feeling across his lips in the moment before. Ignis agreed and recalled his own similar experience from earlier that day.

It ended in the early hours of the morning. The men turned off the lights in the hotel room finally and slipped under the sheets.

As they settled down, they all agreed in barely audible whispers to not mention any of their discussion to Noctis. It was heart-warming that their closed off prince had found his own way of expression his feelings. Bringing it up to him could cause him to regress and none of them wanted to make him feel like that. Instead, they’d continue to pretend like they noticed nothing. They’d express themselves their own way and let Noctis keep doing it his way.

#final fantasy xv #noctis lucis caelum #ignis scientia #prompto argentum #gladiolus amiticia #chocobros ot4 #fluff #ff15

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nekoabiwrites · 2 years

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Cor's Cooking Lesson

I didn't realise Cor could make you a meal in Comrades. I couldn't help myself after it happened.

AU: Pre-Roadtrip, Kid!Ignis Words: 1845 Pairings: None Warnings: None I can think of. Let me know if there is anything!

Summary: While finishing up for the day, Cor hears something crashing about the kitchens. Against his better judgement, he looks inside to find a mess and a young boy trying to get better. He can't help himself from offering advice.

The day was finally coming to an end and Cor couldn’t be happier. I wasn’t that he hated his work, far from it in fact. It was just that some days were more trying than others. Being a bodyguard to the king himself wasn’t easy, of course, but at least that could be more interesting than listening to the insanely boring drivel of council members for hours on end whilst standing in one spot. On top of that, having to hole himself up in an office and complete reams of tedious paperwork for the rest of the day did nothing to liven it up one bit. But thankfully, the day was over.

Cor stretched his arms as he passed the staff kitchens on his usual route out of the Citadel, vaguely beginning to think of what he would prepare for himself when he arrived home, when a loud crashing sound brought his train of thought to an abrupt halt.

His head swivelled to focus on the kitchen doors. It had definitely come from in there. As he approached, Cor could make out something that sounded like quiet shuffling as though someone were trying to tidy up whatever had fallen but not give away that a person was in the room.

Cor knew he should probably walk away. It had nothing to do with him. There was no way an intruder could have possibly snuck into the kitchens. Guards were posted everywhere and would have reported such a thing… yet he couldn’t let it go. He knew the thought that there could have possibly been someone that had snuck into the Citadel, and that he’d done nothing about it would keep him up at night.

With a deep breath to put himself back into ‘Crownsguard Mode’ as some of his fellow recruits called it, he pushed open the doors.

It looked like a food-based hurricane had swept through the kitchen. Every surface was covered with dirty dishes, chopping boards full of unfinished tasks, used cutlery haphazardly tossed into various containers, pots and pans in both unused and used states; the list could go on. After managing to push past the mess in front of him, Cor went about looking for signs of life.

“There is no point in hiding. I doubt there are many who didn’t hear you.” Cor called out to the seemingly empty room.

A quiet sniffle caught his attention. It came from behind the messiest counter, which was covered almost entirely by split flour. He approached with confident steps.

“Identify yourself.” Cor called out once again as he managed to get a clear view behind the counter.

Seeing what looked to be a child crouched on the ground in a ball was definitely not on the list of things that Cor had expected to find when he had entered. It seemed as though the child was in distress, so he softened his tone considerably, “ Are you alright?”

He dropped down into a squat in order to be closer to the child’s height. It was only then that he realised who it was and that they were using a dustpan to clean up the mess around them, or at least very thoroughly brushing the ground right in front of them.

“…Is that you, Ignis? What are you doing in the kitchen at this time?” Cor asked, now more confused than concerned.

Upon being addressed, Ignis sniffled quietly and pretending to adjust his glasses in a very unsubtle attempt to wipe his eyes. He stood up to full height before speaking, “Um, hello Marshal. I’m… cooking, of course.”

Cor stood up as well, watching the young child’s focus fall solely onto the plate closest to him on the counter. It was as though Ignis was ashamed and his way of dealing with it was to pretend that Cor was not beside him. Instead, he reached for another plate with a similar looking dish upon it and he seemed to start to compare them – at least, how they appeared.

For all his accolades and titles, Cor the Immortal was not known for his ability to talk to children. Even less so with children like the young Ignis Scientia, who was far brighter than most of his peers and far more perceptive than even some adults. While young, Ignis had already proven himself more than capable to become the crown prince’s advisor in the near future.

However, this was an unusual situation and Cor was no stranger to those.

“I’ll rephrase the question, I suppose. Why are you cookingat this time?”

Ignis swallowed hard, but still tried to make it seem like he was unphased. He’d not quite gotten the hang of it at his young age. “I just… wanted, something to… eat?” His words trailed off and he shuffled about on his feet uncharacteristically.

“And you used all of these for a simple late-afternoon snack?” Cor picked up one of the used pans, peering inside at the slightly burnt remains. He grimaced, praying for the ones who had to come in and clean those up tomorrow.

Ignis didn’t say a word in response. Instead, he chose to continue avoiding Cor’s gaze.

Well, that line of questioning was clearly not going to go anywhere, so Cor decided to change tactics, “What were you trying to make?” He stepped closer, peering over Ignis’ head to look at the plates that were sitting on the counter in front of him.

Several different types of dishes – or rather attempts at them – were strewn all about the kitchen. Some looked as though they were some form of berry-filled pastry, though they seemed like the earliest attempts as they were dead cold and had settled into place. Others were clearly savoury dishes; the remains of sandwiches, different cuts of fish in various states of having been cooked, messily topped rice bowls. The ones sat closer to Ignis looked better than the others. The attempts he’d made had clearly taught him a lot already.

Cor reached over and picked one of the fries off the plate directly in front of Ignis. The young boy turned sharply, “You- you don’t have to-” He didn’t have time to finish his sentence before Cor had popped it into his mouth.

The Marshal chewed for a moment, deep in thought. Obviously, for a simple dish, there wasn’t much for Ignis to have gotten wrong or right. Cor, however, was surprised by the quality for what had to have been the young boy’s first or second attempt. He swallowed before taking a closer look at the rest of the dishes, noting the startling attention to detail that was already shown to each one.

“You clearly have a talent for this.” Cor said.

Ignis stood in shock for a moment before hurriedly bowing, “T-thank you, Marshal. I, ah, I appreciate the compliment. But, I’m not… not all that, good.”

Cor looked over to him. He watched for a moment as Ignis seemed to curl in on himself, looking ashamed and conflicted. The young boy kept his gaze to the ground, as if he couldn’t bring himself to look Cor in the eyes.

“I wasn’t trying to make you feel better, Ignis. I really do believe you have talent here.” Cor stepped around the counter, sliding his jacket off of his arms as he did so. “You simply need more time to develop it.”

Ignis lifted his head, a glimmer of hope in his gaze. Then he looked confused, “Marshal, sir. What are you doing?”

Cor simply turned the tap off and dried his hands on the nearby hand towel, “If you would like it, Ignis, I would be willing to help teach you the few things I know.”

“Really?!”

Ignis’ attempt at suppressing the excitement in his voice brought a small smile to Cor’s face. After narrowing down the recipes that Ignis had already been trying to complete, Cor stayed and worked alongside Ignis in order to help strengthen his skills. It didn’t take long to finish the simple grilled fish, but Ignis was almost beside himself with joy. He thanked Cor before fast walking out of the kitchen, plate in hand.

From that day forth, Cor found himself in the Citadel kitchens alongside Ignis once a week, tutoring the young man through the initial process of cooking. He watched as not only the young man’s culinary skills grew, but also as Ignis grew as a person and a young man. There was something to be said about the feeling of watching someone grow under your tutelage, Cor thought to himself multiple times over the years. It was only once Ignis was formally inducted into the Crownsguard that their cooking lessons dwindled and eventually ended, as both became busier and busier.

Years passed and Cor forgot about those days in the kitchens, his mind busy with all kinds of other things as the Empire grew stronger and threatened them all. He didn’t have time for reminiscence as Insomnia fell and he prepared himself to assist Noctis in rising to his destiny.

However, fate has a funny way of working.

Cor joined the four young men at their campsite on the haven just above the Hunter outpost after having shown them the entrance to Keycatrich Trench. As the night was close to falling at the time, they’d decided to rest up before adventuring in that next morning. Cor wasn’t going to accompany them inside, but he couldn’t bring himself to refuse the invite to join them for dinner that night.

He sat in one of the camp chairs, pouring over a map that spread out across his lap, brow furrowed as he attempted to narrow down possibly locations for other Royal Arms, likely places for the Empire to want to occupy in order to make their lives difficult and how he was to split up the resources they had in a useful manner that would have everyone coming back to him safely.

Then, a plate was pushed in his view.

Pulled from his thoughts sharply, Cor snapped his head up to see Ignis standing before him.

“Hope it is to your liking, Marshal.”

Cor thanked him, taking the plate while setting aside the map. As he took the first bite, he was suddenly reminded of all those times back in the Citadel kitchens. He’d known that Ignis had never truly given up on cooking – he couldn’t even count the number of times that Gladiolus had loudly praised Ignis for the dinners he’d made for them all back at the prince’s apartment – but Cor had never had a chance to see just how far his protégé had come.

It brought a tear to his eye. Cor looked over to watch Ignis reclining against the camping stove’s fold out table, slowly making his way through his own plate and listening to the banter between his companions. He seemed so sure of himself. A far cry from the young boy Cor had happened upon all those years ago. With a sense of pride, Cor continued to eat, savouring the moment.

#Final Fantasy XV #Cor Leonis #ignis scientia #FFXV #Fanfiction #FF15

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nekoabiwrites · 3 years

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Prompto's Bike

It's Prompto's birthday and I love him so here's a fic of Prompto being loved. Also, major thanks to @walking-in-lucis/@thuriweaver for being a major cheerleader and a fantastic idea bouncer <3

AU: None (Pre-Roadtrip) Pairing: Prompto/Noctis/Ignis/Gladio aka Chocobros (Romantic) Words: 5787 Warnings: Little bit of crying, some talk of anxious feelings. Its mostly just fluff.

Summary: Prompto never mean to keep it a secret. It had just never come up in conversation.

The other bros find out Prompto rides a motorbike.

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Prompto loved his motorbike. It was probably his favourite possession – after his beloved camera, of course.

He’d gotten it as a hand-me-down from his uncle. It was a little beat-up, very well driven, but she still ran almost perfectly fine. It only broke down once every couple of months, nothing Prompto couldn’t handle. All it took was a few hours of work every now and then for Prompto to be able to experience the joy of the open road. Well, as open a road can be when you’re limited to the Insomnia streets, but minor detail.

Prompto had never tried to keep it a secret, but apparently he’d forgotten to mention it at all to his best friend and his new friends before meeting up with them at a café one day.

His shift had run late, and he was already stressed about hanging out with Noctis’ bodyguards (even if he did already consider them somewhat friends, they were still absolutely terrifying) in a casual setting that wasn’t Noctis’ apartment, so Prompto barely gave a second thought when he parked up at the café. He sped through the doors, still taking his helmet off and ruffling his hair back into place, “Hey guys! I’m so sorry I’m late. That rude ass manager kept me back for so long for some stupid thing. Hope you weren’t waiting too long!” Prompto said breathlessly, throwing himself down into the empty chair around the table.

Silence answered him and Prompto darted his gaze around to each of the three sat with him. All of them were staring at him, somewhat confused. Panic started to stir away inside of him, “What? Did… did I do something? Guys, say something.”

“Clothes.” Noctis eventually said, his voice sounding somewhat strained.

“Huh?” Prompto looked down at himself. He was wearing his riding leathers, nothing out of the ordinary since he came here on his bike. “What about ‘em? I mean, I was gonna go change out of them in a sec, but I wanted to come say hi first.”

Noctis’ face contorted in confusion, “Change?”

Prompto snorted, “Uh, yeah. I’m not gonna sit here in these all the time, dude. Would be way too hot. Besides, they’re mostly just for safety.”

Noctis seemed even more surprised and thrown off by Prompto’s comments. The prince floundered and simply stared at his best friend, almost looking as though he was trying to piece together a particularly hard puzzle, like the one they’d gotten stuck on for weeks in that video game. Prompto shrunk a little under the scrutiny.

“Okay, now I’ve really got the feeling I’ve done something wrong. Can someone explain?” Prompto looked over to the other two across the table, searching for any possible help. Unfortunately, it seemed like Ignis was in the same headspace as Noctis, leaving Gladio as the only one who could save Prompto from whatever was going on.

“Those riding leathers or something?” Gladio asked simply, almost more amused than anything.

“Well, yeah? What else would they be?”

“You ride a bike with those?”

Prompto narrowed his eyes, “You sound like you’re making fun of me…”

“Maybe a little.”

That got Prompto pouting childishly before something finally clicked, “Oh shit… I never told you guys, huh…” He paused, looking between the three of them before grinning apologetically, “Whoops, my bad.”

“Prompto. Do you ride a motorbike?” Ignis finally managed to get a sentence out.

“Yeah. I have for a while. Got one from my uncle a couple years ago, she’s been good to me.” Prompto explained.

“Can I see it?” Noctis asked. Prompto turned his gaze to the side, looking at how the prince was attempting to feign his usual impassive, uninterested façade. He was failing miserably though and Prompto couldn’t help but be endeared to it.

“Sure! It’s just outside.”

“Ta-da!” Prompto presented his bike with a grin and a flourish, “Let me introduce my baby!”

The three men standing only a few feet away were silent again. This time, however, Prompto could tell what they were doing. Each of their eyes were roaming over the bike, seeing every detail. It made Prompto a little self-conscious as he knew it was still covered in flaking paint, specks of dirt from the road and some of the very beginning signs of rusting on some of the more open part, but he loved his bike no matter what.

“Are you sure it’s safe to ride?” Ignis asked, finally having gotten his head wrapped around the situation.

“Yeah. I mean, sometimes she breaks down and needs a bit of work, but she’s never gotten me into a bad situation.” Prompto said with a shrug, “And, before you get all worked up and stuff, I always wear the helmet and the leathers. I’m always safe, I stick to speed limits, blah blah blah. Look, you can even test the helmet if you want.” He held out the chocobo-themed helmet as he stepped towards Ignis, a playful smile on his face.

Ignis seemed only a little offended by Prompto’s flippant response. His head snapped away from Prompto to the bike harshly, “Noct. Don’t you even think about it.”

Looking behind him, Prompto couldn’t help but laugh. Noctis was right beside the bike, one foot off the ground already. He was glaring over at Ignis. Noctis didn’t break eye contact as he swiftly mounted the bike, settling himself on the seat. A long-suffering sigh sounded by Prompto’s shoulder as Noctis smiled, “It’s pretty comfy.”

Gladio was now approaching, looking over the bike appraisingly, “Man, I’ve always wanted a bike. Dad would never let me though. Can’t believe Prompto’s got one before me.”

“You could always just get one.” Noctis suggested.

“Yeah, and get my ass beat for it.” Gladio rolled his eyes, “Still, it’s pretty cool, Prom. Didn’t expect it from a scrawny guy like you.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Gladio shrugged, a teasing smile on his lips, “Dunno.”

Before Prompto could demand a response, Noctis cut in. “Can I come with you sometime? On the bike?”

“Absolutely not.” Ignis answered harshly. His outburst seemed to even take himself by surprise. It took a moment for Ignis to recentre himself and speak more clearly, “At least, not until there are proper safety measures in place.”

“It’s okay, Iggy. I have a spare set of riding clothes and a helmet Noct can use!” Prompto offered, “Since we’re about the same size, it should all fit pretty good.”

“That’s all well and good, but-”

“And I’ve ridden with other people on the bike before too. Heavier ones that Noct too. We can handle it, right, buddy?” Prompto asked Noctis, who nodded.

“C’mon Specs. Don’t you wanna go for a ride too?”

That shut Ignis up easily. He seemed to not want to confirm or deny Noctis’ accusation, but his silence spoke volumes.

Prompto grinned and bounced over to Ignis, patting his arm lightly, “I can do that too, Iggy. Whenever you want to, just hit me up.” He playfully winked and finger gunned before turning to face Gladio, “Same for you, big guy.”

A few weeks later, Prompto was at the arcade with Noctis after school, blowing off some steam and just trying to relax after a hectic week of project deadlines. Noctis seemed to be in a particularly bad mood and, as hard as Prompto had tried, nothing seemed to be helping. They’d tried every game that Noctis had an affinity for, Prompto had played all the games he was bad at to try in an attempt to make Noctis laugh at him – they’d even finally gotten onto that dance game that Noctis was always trying to get Prompto to try, yet nothing was working. There was one thing that Prompto considered as a last resort, an ace up his sleeve in a way.

“Wanna go for a ride?”

Noctis perked up a little at the suggestion, but his attitude was still incredibly sour, “Do you even have the stuff you let me borrow? Not exactly in the mood for a lecture from Ignis.” He asked bitterly.

“’Course I got ‘em! I always bring them with me now.” Prompto ignored the particularly harsh way Noctis spoke to him. He knew that the prince’s mood had very little to do with him and he just wanted to help Noctis let go for even just a little while, even if his insecurity started screaming somewhere in the back of his mind. It wasn’t about him; it was about his best friend.

After making their way outside and getting all the gear on, Prompto threw his leg over the bike and settled himself into position. He waited until he felt Noctis’ arms wrap tight around his waist before glancing just a little over his shoulder, “Ready to go?” Noctis made a noise of confirmation which was good enough. Prompto started the engine, revved it up and made his way out onto the roads of Insomnia.

It wasn’t all that late, but the sun was starting to dip below the horizon and the tall buildings surrounding them blocked out even more of the low light, making it feel later in the evening than it was. Thankfully, that meant the roads were fairly quiet and Prompto could simply enjoy the ride. Behind him, he hoped that Noctis was enjoying himself too.

They sped through the city while it bathed in the calming orange glow; past the giant billboards and lit up store fronts, past the ornate theatre front and unintrusive office blocks, past the restaurants getting ready for the dinner rush and the smaller businesses that were shutting down for the night. Citizens going about their usual daily routines flew by as did the trees, lampposts and statues that littered the city. While they could only stick to the city streets, the sound and sensation of the wind whipping by really made Prompto feel that sense of freedom. He could bask in that feeling forever if he was allowed.

“Hey Prompto?” Noctis’ voice caught Prompto off guard.

“Yeah?”

“One day, I wanna go for a drive somewhere else. Somewhere different.”

Prompto could almost feel in his soul what Noctis was implying. “Hell yeah, buddy. We can drive out of here and just explore the world. Do whatever we want, see whatever we want. Just be free, even for a little bit. Sounds cool.”

“Yeah… it does.” Noctis wrapped his arms tighter around Prompto’s waist, effectively hugging him. Driving around on the bike was one of the only times Noctis was able to do that without any fear, at least in public. The helmet and riding leathers covered him completely, shielding his identity from view. He was, for once, just Noctis. He wasn’t the Crown Prince of Lucis or the 114th Heir to the Throne. He was just a human being, out for a ride with a good friend… or maybe something more?

Prompto shook his head to clear that thought. He’d not approached that topic yet with Noctis (or any of them, but that was an entirely different realm away right now and it was not something to be touched) and he didn’t know if he really wanted to. Everything was great the way it was and, no matter how hard his heart yearned for it, he wasn’t going to mess this friendship up over some crush. Though the way Noctis held him in moments like this and the way he hesitated in his personal space did give Prompto somethings to think about and consider.

After an hour or so, they were stopped on the side of the road while Prompto tinkered with his bike. It had started to make a concerning noise, sputtering and spitting, so they’d decided to take a short break in order for Prompto to make sure everything was okay – at least well enough to get Noct and himself home.

It didn’t take all that long to finish checking everything. Nothing appeared to be wrong, at least in the short took he’d taken, so Prompto was sure it was in good enough shape to get them both back in one piece. He stood up from the ground and dusted off his hands, “Well, I don’t really know what’s making the noise, but it all looks good for now. I can get you home, at least.”

Noctis didn’t seem convinced, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. It wouldn’t be the first time it’s made some weird sounds. Just gotta give it a full check out tomorrow, no biggie.” Prompto waved away the prince’s concern, “Now, c’mon. Gotta get you home before Ignis comes for my head.” He swung himself back over the bike, helmet in hand.

Noctis cautiously approached, “I mean… if you’re sure. Don’t you have work tomorrow though?”

“Yeah, but I can get there just fine. It’s only a short shift anyway, not a huge deal. Can get my run in on the way there or something.”

This didn’t seem to ease any of Noctis’ worries at all. As he stepped up alongside the bike, he didn’t get himself on. Instead, Noctis reached out and wiped away a small bit of grease that had smudged on Prompto’s cheek during his check up of his bike, “I’ll get Specs to drive you tomorrow.”

“Noct. You don’t have to, I don’t wanna-” Prompto tripped over his words a little, the proximity of the prince causing his nerves to go haywire. His cheeks were burning, especially in that one tiny spot. Prompto fought his innate desire to reach up and touch it. He didn’t want to look like a weirdo right now.

“He won’t mind. He’ll probably like knowing you aren’t driving there on the bike.” Noctis hopped on behind Prompto, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist and resting his weight against Prompto’s back, “Ignis won’t say it out loud, but it totally freaks him out. C’mon, let’s get going.”

Ignis hated to admit that there was something appealing about Prompto’s motorbike. Perhaps it was the sense of freedom that had been attributed to the machinery over the years that was enticing, or it could even simply be that the form of transport seemed to just work for the young blond – especially in those leathers as he took the helmet off to show his mused up hair and then immediately gave them that smile that seemed to have been created by the Astrals themselves to spread happiness and joy and love, but that was getting a little off track. Whichever way it was, Ignis both hated and loved to see Prompto ride up to the Citadel entrance on the motorbike.

The way in which Prompto fluffed up his hair after pulled the sturdy helmet off of his head was also endearing and frustratingly attractive in a way that couldn’t be put into words. Thankfully, Ignis didn’t need to find the words. Prompto spoke first as Ignis finished his descent down the steps.

“Heya Iggy. Ready to go?”

He had finally caved and given into Prompto’s continuous offers for a ride around Insomnia on the back of the motorcycle. Whatever fear and reservations Ignis may have held flew out of the window when that charming, sunny smile and hopeful gaze was directed his way.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose.” Ignis responded with a touch of caution.

Ever prepared, Ignis had long since ordered some made-to-measure riding leathers of his own – it never would be said out loud that he’d gotten them almost immediately after finding out about the bike. That fact was on a need-to-know basis, and no one ever needed to know.

“Well, hop on then. I got the helmet right here.” Prompto sing-songed, pulling a second helmet out from the bag hanging on his back. Ignis recognised it as the one Noctis borrowed frequently, even though his poor heart wished the young prince wouldn’t do so as often as he did.

Within minutes, Ignis was clutching tightly to Prompto’s body as they sped through the streets. The ride was smooth and somewhat comfortable, yet Ignis was still slightly terrified by all the things that could go wrong. His long legs were tight, his knees coming to rest just under his elbows as he held on with a death grip. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ignis was aware he might be hurting Prompto a little with how tight he was holding on, but that was really not what he was focused on.

Prompto laughed in front as they waited in traffic, “Relax, Iggy. You’re safe with me, I promise.” He wasn’t taking as many sharp turns as he usually would, staying behind the cars in front rather than slipping down their insides in order to beat a few of them when the lights turned. All for Ignis’ sake. If he hadn’t been so tense, Prompto was pretty sure Ignis would have been shaking. Before the lights switched to green, Prompto reached back and patted Ignis’ knee in a show of comfort.

It wasn’t a long drive over to Noctis’ apartment building, but it had felt like forever. When they stopped, Ignis got to his feet and tried to regain his composure as he removed the helmet. As the time had passed and he’d gotten more used to the sensations, the more Ignis was able to relax. He had noted that Prompto was being completely and utterly safe – proving that he was, in fact, telling the truth. It wasn’t an all-together unpleasant experience at all. The feeling of driving without the confining walls of a car was certainly different and the fact he’d been able to hold onto Prompto for the entire duration of the trip wasn’t bad either.

“So?” Prompto looked up at him, still seated on the bike and helmet in his lap, “What’d’ya think?”

Ignis took a moment before responding, “In all honesty, it wasn’t as bad an experience as I thought.”

Prompto immediately lit up, “Really?! Would you do it again? I mean, not that I wanna pressure you or anything, but like…” He trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence.

“I might be partial to it every now and then, yes. It was rather… freeing, in a sense.”

“Isn’t it? Oh gods, I’m so glad, Iggy. I was kinda scared for a bit there.” Prompto laughed awkwardly, “I thought you were actually terrified, the way you were holding on at the start.”

Ignis could feel the embarrassed heat rising to his face, “I may have been a little, concerned, but you have proven to me that it is still a fairly safe way to travel. While different to the relative safety of a car, it does have its own perks.”

Prompto’s grin couldn’t have gotten bigger if he’d tried. “That’s great to hear! Remember, you can hit me up whenever you want a ride.” He repeated the wink and finger guns from the first time he’d offered, with the addition of sticking his tongue out a little to make the gesture even cheesier.

There was no stopping himself. Ignis chuckled and lent down to press a light kiss to Prompto’s cheek before putting the spare helmet away in the back still hanging on the blond’s back, “I shall remember that, love. Now, I believe you have work to get to?”

Prompto checked the time before hurriedly setting himself back up on the bike, “Oh shit. I’m so gonna be late! The manager’s gonna kill me! See you later, Iggy!” He called out from behind the helmet as he started speeding off down the street.

Ignis watched him go with a fond smile. He still may not be entirely pleased with the possibility that Prompto could get hurt and the state of the machine was a little worrisome, Ignis couldn’t deny that the pure delight Prompto got from the bike was enough to make him feel a little better about it.

Prompto pulled up outside of the Amicitia house, feeling entirely out of place. The scuffed riding leathers, bright coloured helmet and clearly well-used bike between his legs stood out like a sore thumb in the fancy community full of gigantic homes. He hung the helmet from the handlebars as he texted Gladio to let him know he was outside.

Chocobo 🐤: Im here 🏍❄️🥶

He shifted about to warm himself up. The days were started to get colder as winter began to sneak up on them and riding on his bike in the cold air wasn’t exactly going to help him warm up. But Gladio had wanted to go for a trip into downtown Insomnia with Prompto to go gift shopping.

“It’s never too early to start looking.” Gladio had said when Prompto pointed out how they still had a couple of months left before crunch time was really going to start hitting them for the giving season. Prompto really had no response. Gladio was right.

Big Guy 📚: Omw Big Guy 📚: Dad wants to come see Big Guy 📚: and Iris Big Guy 📚: Warning

Great. That was just what Prompto needed. Not only did he already feel entirely out of place just sitting out here on his own, but now he was going to have to face some of the Amicitia family? Actual nobles and stuff. He quickly checked his appearance in the mirrors, making sure his hair was sitting right and that his helmet hadn’t left any weird marks.

Prompto didn’t have long to stew or prep himself as the front doors opened only a minute after he’d received the text and Gladio stepped out, followed by Iris and Clarus. Immediately, he was hopping off the bike and awkwardly trying to look confident. “Um, hello.”

Gladio was covered head to toe in custom-looking leather. It was one of the only times Prompto had actually seen him without his chest out for all the world to see – and ogle at if they chose to, which most people did because most people weren’t stupid. Parts of the outfit looked no different than his usual attire, but that was kind of to be expected as Gladio had a fondness for leather for everyday wear and always wore it in Lucian black as per tradition. He stood beside Prompto, wrapping his arm around the blond’s shoulders in an effort to comfort him subtly as they watched Clarus inspect the vehicle.

“Gladio tells me you inherited this from your family?” Clarus asked.

Prompto tensed, “Uh y-yessir. From my uncle. He gave it to me. He got a new one and his old one still ran, I needed something to help me get from school to work and stuff, so I learnt, and he gave it to me.” He wanted to ramble some more, try to convince Clarus that he was a safe driver and was confident in his ability to safely have Gladio on the back with him. However, a soft laugh from Clarus had him stopping.

“No need to be so formal, Prompto. This isn’t an interrogation.” Clarus smiled warmly, “I just wanted to see it with my own eyes. You seem to take good care of it.”

Iris was darting around behind her father, looking at the bike, “I can’t believe Prompto has a bike! That’s so cool!”

“Uh, thanks.” Prompto blushed a little, “She’s pretty old, obviously, but she runs well. At least, enough for a smooth ride most of the time.” An awkward chuckle slipped between his lips before Prompto could stop it.

“Prom tuned it all himself. Does all the upkeep, fixes it and all that. Ain’t that right?” Gladio clapped the blond on his shoulder roughly.

“Is that so?” Clarus seemed impressed, “That was something you kept from me. Rather impressive.”

Prompto was quickly turning a bright red, “It’s nothing. I had to learn how to do it. Parents aren’t around much and all that, not a whole lot of spare money. Easier to do it myself than get someone else to do it. Also better for when she breaks down.” Suddenly, he could feel Gladio’s eyes burning into the back of his head and when he turned to look at him, the amber gaze was full of concern, “Not like it happens all that often, but y’know. Technology fails sometimes and all that…” Once again, he trailed off with unconfident chuckle.

“I never thought that you’d know to do all that, Prompto. That’s so awesome. You could teach Gladdy a thing or two sometime.” Iris came around to pat Gladio’s giant arm. She easily dodged out of the way when he tried to grab at her, laughing as she darted around just out of reach.

“What are you trying to say?” Gladio followed her around the front yard, playfully trying to grab a hold of her.

“You’re just pretty bad when it comes to tech stuff. Remember that time you broke the-” Iris broke her sentence off with a squeal as Gladio finally got her, lifting her up and over his shoulder, “Put me down!” She kicked and punched at his shoulder, but all her attempts just bounced off of him like nothing. Iris continued to shout and laugh as Gladio carried her up the steps and back inside the house, leaving Prompto and Clarus standing outside.

“Sorry about them. Not sure where they picked up that playful attitude.” Clarus said with a fond smile.

“Nah, I think it’s real sweet. Kinda makes me wish I had a sibling sometimes.”

“Well, I’m extremely impressed with your bike, Prompto. Apologies for coming out here when you were expecting just my son.” Clarus’ eye had a twinkle that seemed to tell Prompto that he knew more than he was letting on. Behind him, Gladio was coming back out to join them.

Prompto swallowed and put on a smile, “It’s not a problem, at all! I’m glad you approve of her. I should probably get her running though, she takes a bit when it starts getting cold.” He went to start up the bike when Gladio finally came back into range for conversation.

“Are we going? We’re burning daylight here.”

“Sure, big guy. Just gotta get her warmed up.”

Clarus took that as his cue to leave, “You two have fun.”

“Thanks! See ya, Mr Amicitia, Sir.” Prompto inwardly cringed as he settled back on the seat.

“See ya later.” Gladio said as he got behind Prompto, slipping his own helmet over his head and engulfing Prompto’s torso in his thick arms.

Minutes later, they were backing out of the driveway and heading off on their shopping trip. He wasn’t sure what it was, but Prompto wasn’t feeling all that cold as they drove off down the street.

Noctis was a pretty stoic guy. Rarely did he ever let his emotions show on his face or in his body language. So, when he could feel that his nerves were showing, it only made him feel a million times worse. He was pacing back and forth in his apartment, waiting for what was to come, pouring over every outcome.

“Just sit down, princess. It’ll be fine.” Gladio said, without looking up from the thick novel in his hands.

“Easy for you to say.” Noctis muttered under his breath with a roll of his eyes. He didn’t stop pacing, but only managed another couple of steps before Ignis rested a hand on his shoulder, effectively stopping him in place.

“I’m sure Gladio is correct. There is nothing to worry about, Noct.” He tried to soothe the prince’s worry.

Noctis simply hunched over even more and avoided eye contact. He’d rather stew in his thoughts alone right now. Why’d he have to go and have such good and caring partners? Unfair.

The front door then opened.

Prompto stepped in, wearing his riding leathers as usual, “Heya! Sorry I took so long. Bike was being difficult again. Gonna take a look at her tomorrow. Not sure what’s causing all these problems, but I’ll fix it, probably.” He was halfway through pulling off his heavy boots when he looked up to see Noctis staring directly at him.

“Hey buddy, what’s eating at ya?”

“What?” Noctis hated that Prompto could tell he wasn’t his usual self. Once again, Noctis damned his compassionate partners and how well they knew him. “Oh, it’s nothing. Uh, I got something to show you… Come with me? Downstairs?”

Prompto paused, clearly confused, “Sure, buddy. What is it?”

“Surprise.” Noctis replied simply, slipping his shoes on beside Prompto. He managed to sneak through and out into the hallway before his best friend had even finished up tying his first shoelace back up.

It freed space for Gladio to approach and get his own shoes back on.

“Oh, you coming too, big guy? Is this surprise really all that special?” Prompto asked, mostly joking about.

“Maybe. You gotta come find out, huh?”

Gladio’s non-answer and Prompto resulting questioning expression only made Noctis’ stomach churn even more. He was hoping with every part of his being, praying to every Astral that could hear him that this would go well.

Finally, Prompto was standing, both boots on his feet and tied. Noctis was tapping his foot nervously as he tried to feign a casual indifference, leaning against the wall outside his apartment. When Prompto whistled low, Noctis raised his eyes from the floor.

“Even Iggy’s coming? This must be something real good then.” Prompto said with a laugh.

“I just thought I’d come along for the ride. No reason not to.” Ignis smiled warmly, pulling the door closed behind them as they stepped out.

Noctis, without a word, slipped his hand into Prompto’s in order to tangle their fingers together before leading the way to the lift. Once they had all piled inside, Noctis pressed the button down to the garage.

The ride down was filled by Prompto chatting easily about his day, complaining about the shitty managers and annoying customers. Noctis never once let go of Prompto’s hand, even when the blond gestured with his hand to emphasise his story. It was comforting and familiar, something Noctis really needed in this moment. He was really preparing himself for the worst.

“So, what’s this whole surprise thing then?” Prompto asked, turning to Noctis after the brief conversation ended.

“Uh, well…” Noctis looked to Gladio and Ignis for help. Gladio was the one to closet, so he stepped up behind Prompto and covered his eyes, effectively blindfolding the blond. Noctis mouthed his thanks – to which Gladio nodded in acknowledgement, “Wouldn’t be much of a surprise if you could just see it, right?” They stepped out of the lift once it had stopped.

“Aw, but why? C’mon, just tell me!” Prompto begged, swinging Noctis arm.

“Just follow me.”

Slowly, the group made their way through the quiet garage. Most residents of the building were home now, so they didn’t come across a single soul as they walked across to one of the spaces at the very end. Prompto continued to complain about not being able to see and make the most outlandish of guesses as to what the surprise was – Noct’s favourite being the chocobo dressed in a chocobo onesie.

Noctis came to a stop and took a steading breath, “Okay, Prom… Are you ready?” Noctis asked softly, nausea starting to settle into his throat. It’ll be fine, he told himself, it had to be.

Prompto whined, “I’ve been ready since you said there was a surprise!”

“Alright, alright,” Noctis laughed, “Gladio, let him see it.”

As Gladio lifted his hands away from Prompto’s eyes, Noctis watched carefully. He involuntarily held his breath as Prompto blinked to clear his vision and then his gaze fell on his surprise. Prompto’s mouth fell open.

“…No way. Y-you’re kidding me, right? This… this isn’t…” Prompto gaped, glancing between the men around him and the brand-new motorbike sitting in the space in front of him.

“It’s yours. If you want it.” Noctis said quietly, nerves thrumming through his entire body. “I know you don’t like getting ‘handouts’ from us and it can never really take the place of the one you have, but… its your birthday and, you were complaining about the other one giving up on you and stuff, so… uh…”

Noctis finally made eye contact with Prompto and was taken aback by the tears that were started to fall down his freckled cheeks. Fear and pain struck directly through Noctis’ heart, and he quickly grabbed a hold of Prompto, holding onto him for dear life.

Before Noctis could think of how to word his apology, Prompto thanked him through watery sniffles. Prompto cried on his shoulder about all the worries that had been hanging over him as his bike was starting to break down on him.

“I was getting worried how I was gonna get to work and then to all the training sessions too.” Prompto confessed, holding onto Noctis tight.

“You could have let us know, Prompto.” Ignis approached, wrapping his arm around Prompto’s shoulder, comfortingly stroking his arm, “You are not a burden to any of us.”

“Yeah, we would have been happy to help you out.” Gladio chimed in, ruffling up Prompto’s hair, making him squawk like an angry chocobo, “We wouldn’t leave you hanging like that.”

Prompto sniffed, wiping his cheeks, “I know… but I wanted to do it myself. And I didn’t wanna loose my bike. I love the freedom of riding down the streets whenever I can.”

Noctis smiled, “You still can now. It’s all yours.”

“I can’t believe it. Isn’t this the newest one too?” Prompto finally got up close, stroking the seat with reverence.

Noctis shrugged, “Maybe.”

“I forget that I’m friends with the prince sometimes. But this… oh man, this totally is gonna remind me all the time.” Prompto threw his leg over and began to get a feel for the new bike, his usual enthusiasm and pep returning, “This is so awesome. Thanks guys!” He jumped off and gathered them all into a group hug, pressing kisses to all of them in turn.

“Princess still has one thing he wants to ask.” Gladio said as they started walking back to the lift. Noctis reached out and punched his arm, gaining only a chuckle in response.

“Oooh? What’s up, Noct? What’d’ya want?” Prompto turned around, walking backwards for a few steps.

Noctis huffed and averted his gaze, “Nothing. Just… wanna go out for a ride again sometime.”

“Dude! Of course! You get first ride!” Prompto stopped for a brief moment, letting Noctis catch up before wrapping an arm around his shoulders, “I wouldn’t have it without you, so duh.”

“Cool. Can’t wait.” Noctis said with a tiny smile. “Happy Birthday, Prom…”

#Fanfiction #FFXV #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum #chocobros #gladiolus amiticia #ignis scientia #romantic #fluff #happy birthday prompto

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nekoabiwrites · 3 years

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writer check-in question set

I've been tagged by the fantastic @thuriweaver <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

389967 (almost a third going to a single fic)

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Not all of these are on AO3, but I'm gonna list as many as I can remember lol

Kingdom Hearts Smash Bros Pokemon Ouran High School Host Club Black Blood Brothers Legend of Zelda Star Fox Asagao Academy Sanders Sides Splatoon Final Fantasy XV

and various random things about my friends for the funzies.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

On the Verge of a Heartbreak Comfort in Music Animals Know Best Library Royality vs Analogical

All Sanders Sides since that's 90% of the AO3

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I don't, mostly because I don't know what to say or how to react a lot of the time. I may be able to write fictional characters experiencing emotions, but fuck me doing it lmao

I appreciate all comments though, of course <3

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Uhhh... Either Lies or The 5 Times Patton Smiled And The One Time It Didn't Reach His Eyes (real catchy title, I know)

7. Do you ever write crossovers?

I suppose so? In my head, crossovers involve two universes meeting and the established characters interacting. I write more AU crossovers, I guess - like Sanders Sides but its Splatoon or Pokemon in other fandoms AUs because I'm trash <3

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yeah. I was a part of the Truth or Dare fic trend on FFN and my fic got put into a hate group on there. Nothing big ever happened, but I did see that someone was shit talking it.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have tried and I am not good at it lmao

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not fully. I tend to collaborate a bit with a lot of friends while writing; asking opinions or for help phrasing things and I tend to use some of their words or ideas. But never have I had a fully co-written fic.

12. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Oooo... that's hard...

It's definitely got to be a Kingdom Hearts ship.

Maybe Zemyx? The interaction in KH3 really had younger me just living for it and seeing the potential all over again.

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Kingdom Hearts.

We had a creative writing assignment in school and I, being a loser, wrote a KH fanfic with like 20 characters. I still have it, actually lol

14. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

On the Verge of a Heartbreak, for sure.

That fic was such an undertaking but I was so passionate as I wrote and it actually makes me emotional to go back and read it. Also, was a fantastic distraction from all the university work I had to do at the time

15. BONUS QUESTION: Do you have a WIP that haunts you?

My third chapter of the Splatoon Sanders Sides fic still sits in my WIP folder, taunting me...

Hopefully when Splatoon 3 comes out, I can get back to it

Uhhh idk who to tag, so anyone who wants to, go ahead! <3

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nekoabiwrites · 3 years

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Morph Suits

So, a long while ago, @not-so-innocent-bi-sander and I had a chat about her fic A C.A.L.M Reveal, specifically coming up with a stupid idea for how to hide the identities. Morph suits live rent free in my head and so I wrote this a while back <3

AU: Band AU Pairing: None Words: 1026 Warnings: None. Let me know if there is anything!

Summary: Roman has an idea. Logan and Virgil are not on board.

“No.”

“Oh, come on!”

Roman ripped off the form fitting mask to pout at the two men sat on the sofa before him with their arms crossed. “It’s the perfect outfit to wear! No one will ever be able to tell it’s us!”

The actor spread his arms wide, causing the fabric to stretch further over his body. The deep red fabric of the morph suit was clinging to each and every crevice of his well-looked after body, which had both of the men sat before him avoiding their gazes in their own ways – both attempting to nurse their own awkwardly flushing cheeks.

“Roman. There is absolutely no way that wearing such a garment would be beneficial to either of us.” Logan spoke with a sigh, his hand placed just above his glasses, so it conveyed his sense of disappointment whilst being a convenient barricade to the sight before him.

“Agreed. Besides,” Virgil huffed, his entire body turned to the side in order to avoid looking at Roman while he pulled his jacket around himself closer as if he thought it could protect him, “it’s a stupid idea, even if it would ‘work for us’” The punk added the air quotation marks physically to reinforce his point.

“It’s not stupid! It hides our identities and is available in all our colours! It’s a win-win!” Roman argued, “Look, I already got you two yours!” He reached down into a bag that was set on a coffee table and pulled out two packages; one dark blue and the other purple. Both Virgil and Logan sat up straight at the sight and started arguing loudly with Roman, who was firing back to each of their rebuttals to his ‘genius idea’.

A knock at the door stopped everything dead.

“Come in!” Roman called out, his voice sugary sweet as if he hadn’t been almost screaming the place down just seconds earlier.

A young woman opened the door with a smile which fell in an instant the second she gazed upon the three currently in the room. She attempted to fake a smile once she caught herself but held the papers in her hands a little higher and a little tighter as a blush coated her cheeks, “Um, t-the soundcheck call is in, uh, 10 minutes, M-Mr Lyons.”

“Thank you so much for letting us know.” The actor’s charming smile caused the young woman to squeak. After giving a quick goodbye, she rushed out of the room and practically slammed the door shut, the noise of which caused a new head to poke out of the adjacent bathroom.

“What was that?” Patton asked, almost falling out of the door as he was still attempting to pull the stretchy fabric over himself properly.

Virgil was shaking a little, though if it were out of rage or anxiety, no one could really tell. He gestured sharply to the now-closed door, “See, Roman?! See why this is a bad idea?! Reactions like that!”

Roman shrugged noncommittally, “What reactions? She was just a little shocked is all.”

“Yeah! Shocked to see YOUlike THAT!” Virgil countered, standing and staring at his bandmate with wide eyes.

Both of them glared at the other for several moments, daring each other to say something in retaliation. Then a soft, light blue covered hand rested on their shoulders and Patton’s soft voice cut between them.

“Now, kiddos. We shouldn’t be fighting, especially not before a show.” Patton tried to soothe the atmosphere, but Virgil only grimaced.

“Pat, you’re great. But I cannot take you seriously when you’re wearing that fucking morph suit. Just… take it off and wear normal clothes. PLEASE!” Virgil was practically begging the two.

Roman wanted to argue, but Patton grasp on his shoulder stopped him before he could start, “If it makes Virgil and Logan uncomfortable, I think we should listen to them. Don’t you think so too, Roman? Isn’t the wellbeing and comfort of our band more important that wearing these difficult suits?”

The actor rolled his eyes and sighed, “I suppose. It still would have been the perfect fit for us…” He muttered under his breath as he started to pull the suit off of his arms.

Virgil quietly screeched and dove back onto the sofa, covering his head with one of the cushions, “GO INTO THE BATHROOM, YOU IDIOT!” He shouted, throwing a different cushion in Roman’s general direction.

The soft object was tossed at the punk singer’s back before Roman heeded his request and went to change in the bathroom. Once the door had clicked shut, Virgil cautiously sat himself back up after checking the coast was clear. He noticed that Logan looked to be nursing a headache as he was massaging his temples.

“What’s up, Lolo? You fe-EE-eling okay?” Patton asked, almost falling over as he attempted to free himself from the morph suit. Virgil, who’d turned towards the country artist at the sound, was shocked when he saw that Patton was still fully dressed under the light blue suit, which explained some of his issues getting it on earlier.

“Just a slight headache, Patton. I will be fine.” Logan responded, giving Patton a genuine gentle smile. “Still, I cannot believe he thought that these-” The DJ reached over to the table and held the dark blue one in his hands, ”- would be a good idea… or even necessary.”

“Of course they’d be necessary.” Roman retorted as he reentered the room, somehow already fully dressed. “Did you forget that we need to hide our identity at first?” All three of his fellow bandmates were silent, while Roman looked victorious. After a moment of looking at the concerned expressions of the other men, the actor faltered, “What?”

“Roman. We already have the means to conceal our identities… Did you forget that?” Logan asked, absolutely astounded at Roman’s stupidity.

Realisation dawned on the other’s face and he let out a soft “oh”. Logan’s head fell into his hands as he fought the natural urge to groan, Virgil simply stared at Roman with disbelief as his mouth fell open and Patton pulled up his hand to muffle his giggles at the other.

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I stole this from Twitter but I’m Curious

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Y'know... you'd think I'd realise that desktop tumblr makes this my go-to blog to post my own posts to after it happening a few times...

#Sorry #Didnt meant to post that to this blog #I am trying my best to keep this just writing

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what is YOUR specific personal reason you shouldn’t be handed the aux? call urself out (in the tags or not. cmon this is public)

#do you like 2000s pop punk??#do you like the persona 5 soundtrack??#do you like random musical theatre??#no?#thats why.

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Jordan's the best at conversation and it is one of the many things I love about her ♡

The kind of person who id see and be unable to hold a steady conversation with because id spend the entire time trying to figure out how to compliment your outfit but thats ok because you could probably hold a conversation about anything

Aww that’s really sweet in a certain kind of way :P

Also yes though, I can talk about pretty much anything for a very long time. I have friends with voice call experience who can confirm

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For me its 'On the Verge of a Heartbreak' with 'Library' as a close second

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let’s do this 👀

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Fic Masterlist!

I finally made a post version of my masterlist, which allows it to be viewed on mobile! Everything is also available on my AO3, which is also NekoAbi.

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An Apple A Day... Hurts Like A Bitch

This is probably the dumbest thing I've written and I love it.

Lets just say, New Pokemon Snap really gave me and a couple friends some interesting thoughts :P

AU: None Pairing: Platonic Sides Words: 3672 Warnings: Brief injuries, things being thrown, alcohol mention. Anything else, let me know!

Summary: Essentially... the 5 times Janus got apples thrown at him and the one time he threw one at everyone else.

Normally, Janus would be revelling in the fact that Thomas was taking care of his health (and constantly mentioning it to his fellow sides since it was, most definitely, his influence that caused such a significant change, of course) but the sudden abundance of apples that littered Thomas’ mindscape was, for lack of a better term, unhelpful.

Janus blamed it on that new video game Thomas had picked up. The one where he took photos and threw fruits at creatures to get better photos? Janus didn’t really get the appeal, but whatever, it had helped improve Thomas’ mental health a lot, so it was overall positive. Excluding the sudden apple piles. Everywhere.

Janus sighed as he opened the door to his room and had to step over yet another new pile of apples. All of the sides had started tossing any of the fruits that appeared in their room into a pile out in the landing each day and then they’d all eventually deal with it… or so they all said. Instead, the pile moved around the hall and settled in front of a new person’s room each day, leaving them to deal with the mess. Today, it was Janus’ turn to deal with the pile, apparently. The deceitful side chose to ignore the apples for now and righted his outfit before descending the stairs. He was going to say something in greeting but was instead smacked in the face by something incredibly hard, knocking his hat clean off. The room spun for a moment as Janus gathered his bearings.

Across the living room, Remus was cackling away like usual, legs flung wide as he clutched his stomach.

Slowly, Janus stooped down to grab his hat back up off of the floor, “Remus. What on earth did you hit me with?”

“How do you know it was me?” The other side asked, still cackling away maniacally.

“Oh right. I forgot to consider the ghost over there.” Janus deadpanned, standing back up to full height.

Remus grinned, “If you really wanna know, it was one of these.” He tossed another apple up and down in his hand playfully.

Janus blinked before sighing heavily and resting his fingers on his forehead, as if the action itself could delay the inevitable headache, “You threw an apple at me?”

“Yeah.”

The silence between them was only broken by the slapping sound of the apple against Remus’ palm as he continued to play with it.

“I do not have enough wine for this…” Janus fake-muttered under his breath before ducking out of the way of the next apple that was thrown towards him. He’d let Remus have his fun, aiming for the rest of the sides once they decided to join them before cutting in and ruining the creative side’s day.

A peaceful day was hard to come by in Thomas’ mindscape, yet Janus basked in them whenever he got the chance.

The twins had taken their antics to their own realm, leaving the more easy-going sides to their own devices in their absence. Logan was likely holed up in his room or the memory library, working on his schedules or whatever he did. Virgil was brooding somewhere out of the way where he wouldn’t be found and Patton… well, Janus didn’t exactly have a good idea of what the moral side was up to, but it was probably dreadfully boring.

The common area was deserted and quiet, allowing Janus the time he wanted to just be alone in a comfortable space that wasn’t his own cultivated area.

A decadent glass of wine had been poured and set down on the nearby table – which had recently been cleared of the damned apples that were still a blight on their existence -, a delightful book held in one of his many arms with another flipping the page whenever he was finished. Janus managed to lose himself in the calming silence.

Then a loud snapping sound broke through and Janus tensed harshly. His head turned sharply, looking all over for what could have possibly created the noise. But nothing was there. Or at least, wasn’t there now.

A long-suffering sigh dropped from his lips and one of the free hands picked up the bookmark from the table, sliding it into place before the book snapped shut, “Come out.” Janus said to the empty room.

No answer. Janus’ gaze flicked about, trying to catch one of the twins in his sight.

Slowly and purposefully, the deceitful side opened his book back up and flexed his remaining hands, “Well, since I’m clearly alone, I suppose I’ll go back to reading.”

A second passed and another snapping sound came from behind the couch. Janus’ attention zeroed in on it immediately, his head just slightly turning so his eye could peer down there. His mis-matched eyes rolled in annoyance at the expanse of carpet he saw. Janus could only dream of whatever the two creativities were doing, especially since the sound he was hearing definitely resembled that of a camera.

Janus eventually just allowed the twins to do whatever they were doing, pretending like he didn’t hear the sounds of the camera every few minutes. Instead, he attempted to focus solely on the words in his book. It was a fascinating read, though nothing was really sinking in due to the distraction and anticipation of the next interruption.

He was about to give up and snap for the twins to quit whatever they were doing when something smacked against his cheek. It was a familiar impact and Janus was only a little surprised when he looked down at where the projectile had fallen in order to find an apple sitting innocently on the floor.

Another snap had Janus looking up, finally catching sight of Roman who stood opposite the coffee table. Before the prince could disappear, Janus reached out with an arm and grabbed a hold of his wrist. “You threw this at me? For what purpose?” Janus asked slowly, trying not to lose his composure as he dropped the apple onto the table between them.

“In the game, they throw fruit at Pokemon to get better, more interesting, higher scoring pictures. I thought I would try it out for myself. Remus and I are having a competition, you see.” Roman said simply, as though what he was saying wasn’t completely absurd.

“Of course. That makes so much sense now.” Janus drawled. His unamused glare struck Roman in the chest and the creative side seemed to wince a little, “Thank you for the new bruise. I’m sure your photograph will be worth it.”

With that, Janus let go of Roman’s wrist, allowing him to leave. He was only slightly thankful that the apple had hit his scaled side so the bruising wouldn’t be too obvious.

The apples had not stopped appearing. Each day, they seemed to multiply. All of the seemingly normal places for them to appear were filled by the second week and so they started to materialise in the oddest of spots.

One day, Virgil had been caught by surprise when he opened the high cupboards in the kitchen and a wave of apples had spilled out. The shock sent Virgil reeling for a couple of days and he downright refused to open anything first, needing someone – usually Patton, sometimes Logan – to prove that it was clear before he approached.

Janus, meanwhile, had become more aware of his surroundings. He kept tabs on the twins whenever they were in the same room as him, tried to keep his back to the wall or corner so neither of them could get into a blind spot and get him with another of their apple attacks. In fact, he’d become so hyper-aware of the two that he started to phase out the others.

At least, that was his excuse for what happened at the start of the third week of apple madness.

Janus had returned from his brief excursion outside of their ‘home’, having taken a walk in the lovely summer day that had been created outside. Immediately upon stepping into the threshold, his eyes were darting around to see if Roman was hiding in wait behind the dividing wall and his ears tuning into the sounds around to make sure that Remus wasn’t muffling his laughter as he waited in the hallway cupboard for his moment to strike. He took tentative careful steps, trying to look as casual as he could in doing so whilst still keeping himself aware.

The deceitful side was so focused on hearing and looking for the twins that he’d already disregarded the frustrated shouting from the landing above. Had Janus been paying more attention, he would have realised Logan was ranting about the apples.

“I have had it with these apples! Today, some appeared the pockets of all my clothes. How does this happen?! It makes nosense!” Logan yelled, seemingly to no one in particular.

Unbeknownst to Janus, Logan had thrown himself onto the couch that sat in his room in frustration. The loud yelp that had Janus pausing in his tracks on the stairs to search around warily had come from the logical side as he’d found that apples had now appeared beneath the couch cushions.

A loud screech of rage was the only warning Janus got before an apple came flying out of Logan’s room, the projectile directly hitting his forehead. He lost his footing all too easily and fell backwards down the stairs, sliding down until the top of his head made contact with the shelf that sat just a small distance from the base of the stairs. Janus’ vision swam as the pain seeped through his being – the shock was still rattling through his system, so he was unable to simply dissipate the pain like normal.

“Oh, apologies. I wasn’t aware anyone was outside of my door.” Logan’s voice called from the top of the stairs.

Janus groaned and attempted to remember where he was, rolling over to push himself back to his feet, “No, no. It’s fine. Leave me to do this alone. I’m perfectly capable after having had two heavy blows to my head. Don’t worry yourself, Logan.” Janus attempted sarcasm, but the headache that was now pounding made him unsure if he was successful or not.

He didn’t notice Logan descending the stairs until a hand rested between his shoulder blades, urging Janus towards the couch. The logical side, while seemingly uncaring at the worst of times, wasn’t going to let Janus stay alone after hitting him so hard. He’d deal with the apples later.

The fourth week came, and the apples were slowing. Only a few new ones were appearing each day, bringing with them a cautious optimism and relief. The only one who’d seen the upside in the whole ordeal was Patton, naturally.

He’d been trying – and periodically failing – many new recipes that he’d had Logan have Thomas look up in order to use the apples before they went bad. Janus didn’t even want to entertain the thought of having that many rotting apples sitting around; the burnt experiments were far more manageable and welcome even with the smoke smell that permeated the kitchen for a few hours.

The moral side had also been on a crusade to get them to eat the raw apples too, instead of usual random snacks they materialised.

Janus was sat on the couch alongside Remus and Virgil, with Roman and Logan sat at the dining table hashing out some last-minute scheduling and artistic changes for the next shoot when the tell-tale sound of Patton hopping down the stairs reached them.

Virgil immediately groaned and curled into his hoodie further, as if it would help him avoid the inevitable. Janus simply raised an eyebrow at the action. He had no time to do anything else.

Patton landed heavily onto the ground floor, a basket in his arms, “Guess what time it is?” He asked with a wide grin.

“Time to make like a corpse and decompose!” Remus immediately said, far too pleased with himself when the moral side’s face dropped in horror.

Patton gave Remus his Patton-ted Dad Glare™before his grin returned, “It’s Apple Time!” He proclaimed, reaching into the basket to grab a hold of what was most assuredly apples that had appeared upstairs.

One by one, each of the sides tensed as Patton threw them one of the fruits. Roman’s had so much force behind it that he came close to toppling backwards in the chair as he caught it, while Logan’s smacked against his hands hard enough for him to let out a strained yet pained sound. Virgil simply cowered and attempted to block the hard fruit that came flying his way, his hoodie covered arms having at least a little bit of protection while Remus’ – likely by accident – ending up lodged between his teeth, an effective way of shutting him up though there was definitely some damage done from the impact. Janus found his being launched at his face though he was able to dodge this one, thankfully. It slammed into the cushion behind him with a dull thump.

“Eat up!” Patton said just as cheerfully as before, as though he hadn’t attempted to murder each of his fellow sides with fruit. He took a bite out of another apple he pulled from the basket, eyes shining with joy.

No one said a word. Instead, they collected themselves and simply ate the apples they were given. Patton would remain oblivious to his own strength.

The Apple Incident, as it would now be known, was coming to a close. New apples had stopped appearing so frequently, only a few continuing to pop up on the kitchen counter around the still over-flowing fruit bowl. It was a relief to not wander into a new room and fear tripping over a stray apple.

This didn’t mean Janus was free from the torment apparently.

After a civil meeting with Logan, he thought it would be nice to take up a space on the couch and watch a movie or two. So, Janus prepared his belongings in his room and descended the stairs.

Virgil was laying casually over a couple of them, making Janus have to step over him in order to get down to the common area.

“As always, you find the most convenient of spaces to occupy, Virgil.” Janus drawled after passing the anxious side.

“As always, you’re an asshole.”

“Oo. Clever retort.”

“Shut up.”

Janus laughed to himself as he set about placing his things on the couch, ignoring Virgil’s muttering. He hadn’t noticed that Virgil was seemingly playing with something like a cat, batting the object between his hands and rolling it around idly. A major mistake.

He was on his way back from the kitchen, having grabbed himself a rather large glass of his favourite non-alcoholic drink – Janus thought he’d saved his wine for later in the evening – when something landed on his head. The deceitful side flinched and glanced around for the culprit.

His gaze landed on the lone apple that was slowing to a halt on the carpet. Following its trail, Janus looked up to where Virgil was still lounging on the stairs.

“Did you just drop an apple on my head?” Janus asked, utterly astounded.

Virgil shrugged, “What are you talking about?”

“Virgil. Do not lie to me. I am lies incarnate. You pushed that apple through the banister and made it land on me.”

“No idea what you mean.” The anxious side said, an amused smirk tugging at his lips as he stretched out briefly. Somehow, he looked even more cat-like with his smug expression.

Janus simply picked up the apple and placed it just out of Virgil’s reach before seating himself comfortably on the couch, seething quietly as he tuned out the anxious side’s disgruntled murmurs about not being able to reach his make-shift toy without moving.

Months had passed. The Apple Incident was a far-off memory. The fruit had returned to being just that; a fruit that sometimes was around for consumption, not a menace that infuriated and frustrated them. At least, for the rest of them, that is how it was.

Janus, however, still remembered it vividly. He’d taken far too many of the damned things to his skull and body in that month and had yet to get his revenge. Today, that was all to change.

Imperceptible changes had been made to the common area, things that aroused no suspicion. A slight change in the angle of the television, the coffee table having been shifted a touch to the side, one chair at the dining table being closer to another rather than being evenly spaced. A new magnet had been added to the fridge, a picture frame had been added to one of the walls, a cupboard door left open just a fraction. All these small additions and changes for one reason.

Movie night had come around and Janus was prepared. He sat in his usual spot, casually observing his other sides for any suspicions that something was about to happen. When Logan met his roaming eyes, Janus simply quirked up one side of his mouth and raised the glass in his hand in acknowledgement to placate the logical side. It seemed to work as Logan turned his attention towards the bickering twins who were attempting to pick the movie.

The argument lasted for what felt like hours as Janus waited for the perfect moment to strike. It was once he’d drained his glass and the others were completely engrossed in their movie that he decided it was time. Janus stood and excused himself, using the excuse that he needed to refill his glass. No one gave him a second glance as he left.

Perfect.

Once in the kitchen, Janus gave his absolutely immaculate and completely thought out plan another short run-through before picking up one of the two apples that sat in the fruit bowl. He glared at the fruit for a second, as though its mere existence offended him, before throwing it hard at his specified spot.

The force was great enough and the power of imagination and suggestion that governed the mindspace changed the apple’s properties enough so that it bounced back at an angle, coming to hit Virgil on the jaw. It caught the emo off guard, leaving him no time to shield himself. The plan was working accordingly.

After hitting Virgil, the apple bounced back onto the table and towards the tv. It rebounded and, with the new angle Janus had placed it at, started heading directly towards Patton. The moral side, unlike Virgil, had just enough time to see it and squeal, turning his head so the apple hit his glasses more than his face. Still, it sent a message and hurt a slight amount as the frames dug into Patton’s face from the impact.

The apple ended up heading towards the new framed picture on the wall, changing its angle enough that it headed towards Remus, who was lounging over the back of the couch like usual. It smacked into the bridge of the creative side’s nose, causing Remus to howl in pain and grasp the point of impact. At this point, the rest of them had started to duck under their arms for cover as the fruit continued on its trajectory around the room, bouncing from shelf to wall to banister. Janus watched it unfold with a sense of satisfaction.

As it came careening towards himself, Janus ducked in time and allowed the apple to bounce around the kitchen. It hit the cupboard door then the edge of the countertop, which sent it towards the fridge. The carefully placed magnet sent the apple into such a strange angle that it started to bounce rapidly back towards the living room, only changing from its tight waveform after it landed on the edge of the overhang that cut into the wall separating the two rooms. It had picked up enough momentum that, after one more hit against the opposing wall, Logan had little time to react as it came towards him this time. It hit him hard against the temple, sending Logan reeling back against the couch cushions and having the apple go at yet another odd angle towards the windows.

It was unfortunately about to come to an end. The apple’s rebound from the window had it heading back towards the dividing wall between the kitchen and living area, only to be stopped by the out of position chair which bounced it back into the ‘correct’ direction which was towards Roman’s face. The prince attempted to slice the apple in half with his sword, but his swing missed spectacularly leaving nothing between him and the oncoming fruit. The impact hit his cheekbone hard, leaving Roman to gasp out in pain. He didn’t have time to begin a monologue about how his honour had been tarnished by a mere fruit or whatever as the apple was not yet done and someone was howling with laughter nearby.

Janus was practically crying with laughter, holding onto the counter he was bent over for dear life. His legs were close to giving out on him, but Janus was determined to stay on his feet. The other sides were still trying to get their bearings and the apple continued on whatever path it was on. It had yet to find a place to rest.

Janus hadn’t considered how amusing he’d find the situation. He’d planned for the apple to come back to where he was to stand, for it to land in his palm easily. Unfortunately, Janus wasn’t in position for that.

He was in the perfect position for the returning fruit – after several more almost impossible bounces on various pieces of furniture and décor – to hit him directly in the face.

Perhaps revenge wasn’t exactly worth it, Janus mused as he nursed his aching nose, and the apple finally stopped its rampage.

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Rain On Me

I re-listened to the Emo the Musical soundtrack today and I just… had to write something. Here’s the song used in the fic: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eS2c4pvQNrw

AU: School Pairings: Pining Moxiety Words: 2160 Warnings: Bullying, Feelings of Isolation, Swear words. If there’s anything else, let me know.

Summary: Virgil starts a new school, meets a cute boy, but doesn’t know how to deal with it.

Virgil was terrified. He was utterly and completely scared shitless. How had this managed to happen?

The young student sat in his room, his skinny jean-covered legs crossed and almost disappearing into the black sheets. His precious guitar was laying across his lap as he was in the middle of restringing it, but his thoughts had managed to distract him.

His mind was stuck on an event that had happened in the halls at school some weeks ago.

As one of the resident ‘weird, scary kids’, Virgil was used to people knocking into him in the halls. They tended to move in close, so they could knock his shoulders, seemingly in attempts to make him drop his things. Others preferred to dodge out of his way and stare at him as he passed, almost as if he were a dangerous animal that was kept there for them to gawk at whenever they pleased. All because he dressed differently. But whatever, it didn’t matter anymore.

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#bringing this back #because i rewatched emo the musical #and the soundtrack still slaps #and this fic is one of my favs that i've written

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"You're Lucky I'm Pregnant!"

It be @cloverlyanxious's birthday and she loves Remus, so I wrote some chaos for her <3

AU: Human AU Pairing: None Words: 1455 Warnings: Talk of fake pregnancy, play fighting, alcoholic beverages. Anything else, please let me know!

Summary: Remus' thing isn't to keep things normal. During a debate with Logan, he makes things... abnormal.

It was just a regular day. Everyone had congregated into the living room/kitchen/dining area/study for whatever reason. Logan was sat in his chair, book open upon his lap, yet he was not reading it anymore as he was engrossed in a lengthy debate with Remus, who was laying upside down on the stairs with his head poking through the banister and legs spread up against the wall. Laying on the couch nearby and casually dropping in and out of the debate, Virgil was scrolling on his phone absent-mindedly. Over in the kitchen, Patton was humming a random tune to himself as he put away the now-clean plates from the dishwasher. Janus stood in the doorway, resting against the frame as he sipped at the wine glass in his hand and watched the argument unfold before his eyes, though he was beginning to consider relocating to the table where Roman was scribbling away at his sketchbook doing something or other. It was the usual order of things.

But keeping things ‘normal’ wasn’t exactly Remus’ thing.

Completely unprompted, in the middle of the debate, he scowled at Logan and pointed threateningly, “You’re lucky I’m pregnant.”

In the following moment of silence, they could almost hear Logan’s thoughts screeching to an abrupt halt as his mouth fell open. “What?” He asked eventually, unsure if he’d even heard his housemate right the first time.

“You heard me! You are lucky I am with child!” Remus gestured violently to himself as if to make his point even clearer.

Before Logan could even form another question in his mind, a loud clattering came from the kitchen and Patton appeared beside Remus, “Oh, I had no idea!” He started to babble about something or other, Logan wasn’t entirely paying attention as he was still wrapping his head around the fact Remus was saying he was… pregnant?

“Now, Logan. I think all this negativity is horrible for the baby.” Roman’s voice chimed in. He had stood from his seat and was now leaning atop the back of the sofa.

Virgil dropped his phone and rolled over so he could look up at Roman, “What the fuck are you talking about, Princey?”

“My brother is with child, Virgil, and I wish for my future niece and/or nephew to be healthy, so I am simply asking that you and Specs radiate less negativity for once in your lives.” Roman fluttered his eyelashes a little whilst offering a charming grin down to the emo below him.

“You’re kidding, right? You know he can’t actually be pregnant…” Virgil asked incredulous.

The reactions were immediate. Both of the twins gasped loudly and began to shout; Remus fake sobbing as he cradled his stomach and shouted variations on “how could you?!”, Roman throwing his arms every which way as he berated Virgil for being so callous. Patton had one hand rubbing Remus’ shoulders in an attempt to calm him down while his eyes were wide and worried as he watched the twins have their breakdowns. Virgil started to yell back at Roman, starting a full-blown argument between them. Janus remained in the doorway, sipping his wine as if nothing had changed.

Logan watched the chaos, his mind still reeling. He’d truly thought he’d heard the most absurd things already, having lived with Remus for two years prior to moving into the larger home, but apparently Remus still knew how to have Logan shut down and have to reboot his entire brain. He was midway through his start up sequence when a purposeful tap of something setting down upon the table managed to silence the entire room.

“Quiet down, all of you.” Janus’ voice cut through the thick atmosphere that had settled in the room. His now empty wine glass sat on the table, the stem still between his fingers so he could spin it gently.

“But Jan-”

A single manicured eyebrow raised at Remus’ attempted outburst which shut his mouth immediately. Janus fluidly seated himself on the table, eyes grazing over his five housemates. Virgil was looking at him with cautious optimism which brought a wicked grin to Janus’ face, “All this shouting must be torture for the poor child…” Janus drawled.

The room erupted, somehow getting even louder. Virgil, now kneeling on the couch cushions and leaning heavily against the back, screamed at Janus for being a traitor while Roman was lording Janus’ addition to his side as the ultimate victory. Remus was cackling madly at the sight and Patton was unable to fight the laughter that was starting to pulse through his body. The two at the stairs practically collapsed on each other as Virgil dragged Roman over onto the couch and started to try and physically fight him, which led to both of them falling off onto the floor as they attempted to gain the upper hand.

Logan, finally back in his own body, looked over the scene and sighed. He pushed his glasses up higher onto his nose and stood, “This is utterly ludicrous.” He tried to step over Remus, who was still splayed out on the stairs.

“Logan, you can’t go!” Remus gasped, laughter ending sharply as though it had all been a farce.

Logan was an inquisitive human. He asked questions and required answers. He had to know what people meant. Right now, Logan hated that inquisitive nature of his. “Why can’t I, Remus?” He asked on instinct.

“You’re the mummy!”

Everything fell silent once more. Roman and Virgil’s fight stopped dead in its tracks, leaving them both in an awkward half laying position with their limbs tangled together. Only their heads moved so they could send baffled looks towards the stairs. Janus’ perfectly maintained smug poker face had cracked, confusion settled deep into every crevice of his face. Patton’s mouth had fallen open, though it was hard to tell as his hands were covering it up, his sparkling eyes staring up at Logan. Remus simply grinned, as though his words hadn’t just killed the final brain cells that resided within their shared home.

Logan had essentially turned to stone. His brow furrowed yet his eyes went wide and unfocused behind his thick glasses, his mouth attempting to form words but only stuttered half sounds left the gap each time he tried. “I- but, can’t… that’s-no. illogic- wha, I-”

A squeaking sound came from across the room. One by one, all eyes in the room trailed over to where Janus had pushed the chair closest to him to the side in order to make his walk to the kitchen as short as possible. They heard – or in Patton’s case, saw – Janus pour himself another glass of wine before he returned to the living room. He gave them a small smile upon fully noticing he had an audience and raised his glass, “A toast, for the soon-to-be parents.”

Patton’s sunny grin returned, and he cheered before turning to Logan, “Congrats! You must be excited!”

Remus was back to cackling like a mad man. He almost rolled all the way down the stairs from his hysterics, thankfully Logan’s immovable form kept him in place. His laughter only got worse when Patton started asking about baby names and if they’d chosen one yet, what kinda of nursery were they going to create. Tears started rolling down Remus’ cheeks and his entire torso was in agonising pain, but he could not stop laughing.

Across the room, Roman and Virgil had conceded that their fight had ended in a draw. Roman was coming over to join Patton in his one-sided conversation with Logan, while Virgil simply sat back and plugged his headphones in. He wanted to drown out this stupidity as quickly as possible.

Logan was frozen. He had no words to offer in response to Patton or Roman, he couldn’t move. His mind was racing with hundreds upon hundreds of questions, but all came from the same root cause. “I couldn’t be the mother if you’re pregnant.” He said simply.

That seemed to be the final straw. Patton’s speech faded into bubbly laughter and Roman had to steady himself on the banister while Janus hid the amused grin behind the glass in his hand.

“That’s the only problem, huh Logie?” Remus asked with a grin, reaching up to pat his butt.

“I-” Logan floundered again as he started to fall back into his thoughts.

Remus’ grin widened to a horrific degree as he surveyed the room. He’d gotten Logan to have multiple system crashes, Virgil and Roman to fight before having his twin all but collapse with uncontrollable laughter, Patton and Janus to play along up until the very end. Remus loved the chaos he could bring, but it was even better when it ended like this. --

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Type Found - Chapter 2

I currently have a migraine. Sorry for any errors. Not linking just yet, will tomorrow. :D

This is the comfort part of hurt/comfort :D

AU: Slight Pokemon AU (Basically everything is the same, they just have a partner pokemon for funzies) Pairing: Platonic Chocobros Words: 3963 Warnings: Injury, bleeding, crying, implied that Prompto knows about his past. Anything else, please let me know!

Summary: After clearing out yet another empire base, Prompto is ready to celebrate. An unfamiliar sound grabs his attention, however, and draws him into a cramped room on the far end of the base. He knows its stupid and dangerous, but upon finding an injured animal locked in a cage, Prompto decides he needs to get it out of there. The question is... how?

It had taken a while to get the creature out of the cage. The sun had just started to set when Prompto finally was able to have the creature step outside of the room. He started leading it towards the exit, making sure that the others were remaining out of sight for as long as possible – the last thing he wanted was it going off and attacking them. However, his injuries were starting to catch up with him and Prompto was having difficulties walking.

Thankfully, they made it outside the base with few difficulties and made the short walk back to the haven the group had already set up camp on. At least, that’s what Prompto aimed to do. Instead, he ended up standing beside the creature as it took in the surroundings.

It was still, watching the trees sway in the breeze and listening to the birds cry as they flew overhead. It cautiously pawed at the dirt and grass below its feet, lowering its head to get a closer look. Prompto wondered if it could smell anything with that helmet on. It took longer than expected, but they did end up seated at the haven and Prompto began to clean up the wound on the creature’s hind leg. After covering it with bandage, Prompto sat cross-legged beside the creature’s head and enjoyed the light wind as it ruffled his hair.

One at a time, the others joined them.

Ignis was first. He simply offered a nod of acknowledgement when Prompto greeted him. The creature locked its gaze onto Ignis and watched him as he went about his usual return to camp business. It was only once he started to approach Prompto, a box of medical supplies in hand, that the creature started to curl in on itself and growl lowly.

Prompto slowly pet its mane, trying to calm it down, “It’s okay. It’s just Iggy. He’s not gonna hurt you.” He’d long since finished helping out the creature and was now just relaxing alongside it.

Ignis ignored the creature’s threatening nature and simply set himself down on the opposite side of Prompto, holding his hand out for Prompto’s injured arm which was quickly placed in it. He said nothing as he looked the cut over, adjusting his glasses as they slipped down his nose slightly. It wasn’t an extremely deep wound, but it would take a day or two to fully heal. Ignis let Prompto’s arm fall as he rummaged in the box for the cleaning solution. It was eerily quiet.

“This will sting a little.” Ignis’ voice was quiet once he finally did speak. Prompto’s arm had been brought back into his hand. The gunner nodded and took in a breath to prepare before the cotton dabbed against the wound. Prompto hissed and a pained whimper inadvertently fell from his lips as the fluid did its job. However, the sound had the creature beside him raising its head, ready to protect its saviour.

Ignis did not stop. He shifted his gaze from the cut he was cleaning to the creature’s watchful gaze and back. He was making a bit of a show of his actions, moving more than was strictly necessary.

“Uh, Iggy? What are you doing?” Prompto asked, head tilted in question.

“Cleaning the wound.” Ignis simply responded.

“Okay… s,sure…”

“Am I doing something wrong?”

“No! No, no! Of course not!” Prompto gestured wildly with his free arm, trying to search for the words he needed to explain what he was thinking, “It was just that, y’know, you were doing it, like… weird?”

“How so?”

Prompto groaned in frustration. He knew that Ignis knew exactly what he meant, but the advisor always wanted to hear it from them. “I dunno! It was like, you were, doing it… bigger for some reason!”

Ignis only hummed a noise in response. Prompto was going to ask again when a weight rested upon his knee. He looked down to find the creature resting its head almost in his lap. Its eyes were still trained on Ignis’ hands, but it seemed far calmer. It was only watching curiously. That was when it clicked in Prompto’s brain. Ignis was making a show of it so that the creature could see that he was helping Prompto. Warmth bubbled in Prompto’s stomach, untying some of the knot that had settled earlier in the day, and he relaxed as Ignis started to wrap bandages around his arm.

Ignis was getting to his feet when Noctis arrived. The prince was avoiding looking in Prompto’s direction entirely.

“Hey Noct!” Prompto called out, trying to gain his best friend’s attention. He only got an odd grunt in return before Noctis entered the tent and pulled the flaps down, effectively shutting out the world. Prompto’s already weak smile dropped completely. “Oh, uh, yeah, okay. Um… see you, later?” His voice trailed off. The knot tightened again and, absent-mindedly, his hand began to run through the creature’s mane again. Prompto’s focus narrowed to the rock floor of the haven, suddenly finding the glowing blue runes one of the most interesting sights he’d ever seen.

Prompto didn’t see Ignis’ exasperated look towards the now closed tent flaps, nor the moment as the advisor descended from the haven for a brief moment. He could vaguely hear something that sounded like Ignis was calling someone over, but Prompto’s mind was too far away to truly know or care. It wasn’t until heavy footsteps started to approach him and the creature began to growl lowly once more that Prompto looked up.

He forced a smile and tried his best to sound casual, “Heya.”

Gladio grunted in response. He easily ignored the growling creature beside Prompto and got close enough to crouch down to check on his arm, “How’s it?” Gladio asked, his voice quiet enough that it was more rumble than speech.

“Good. Iggy cleaned it up all nice.” Prompto sent a grin over to the aforementioned man who’d settled himself into one of the camping chairs. Ignis simply gave a gentle tilt of his head and small gesture with the can between his fingers in acknowledgement. “I’ll be fine!”

“You sure?” Gladio’s large hand rested on – or rather, engulfed – Prompto’s shoulder. There was a light air of threat as Gladio tapped one of his fingers against the muscle at Prompto’s back, waiting for the gunner to say something.

Prompto swallowed hard, “I’m good. Promise. Like, there are aches and stuff, but nothing all that bad, I swear.”

“Okay. Just don’t push yourself, alright?”

“Yessir!” Prompto playfully saluted with his uninjured arm.

Gladio snorted in amusement before dropping his gaze to the creature that remained by Prompto’s side. Its eyes were narrowed dangerously, its growl now quieter. Gladio seemed to almost be sizing the creature up. Prompto shifted his eyes between the two, waiting to see what was about to happen.

“So, how does this thing eat?” Gladio suddenly asked.

Prompto’s face scrunched up in thought. He hadn’t considered that. Everything had happened so fast, little details like that didn’t exactly matter when all that was on Prompto’s mind was escaping with the creature, but the shield had brought up a good point. Prompto looked down at the creature, taking in the almost rust-coloured helmet that covered its entire head. His fingers tangled back into the light grey mane, “Not sure… Dunno if this thing opens…”

“Knowing them, probably not… This thing’s probably welded shut or something…” Prompto watched as Gladio’s lip twitched in disgust. The shield then sighed and stood back up to full height, dusting his hands off, “But let’s not count it out just yet. Iggy’s looking over the papers that were all over that room, seeing if there’s anything there to help us figure it out.”

That had Prompto’s gaze turning back to the advisor. How he hadn’t noticed the small stack of papers in his hands previously, Prompto wasn’t sure, but now it was all he could look at. He desperately wanted to know what was written on the pages. He wanted to know all he could about the creature that was resting against his side. He wanted to know its given name so he could change it immediately, resetting its life then and there. Prompto leaned down – ignoring the aching protests from his back – and buried his face into the creature’s neck. “Hopefully, its good news…”

The creature’s body was warm, its mane incredibly soft. It was solid beneath Prompto and the gunner allowed himself to truly relax. He shifted slightly so he could get into a more comfortable position before laying more of his weight against the creature. It didn’t seem to mind too much, if the way it settled itself down was any indication. Prompto closed his eyes with a gentle exhale.

Prompto really didn’t mean to fall asleep.

He must have been out for a good few hours. The sky was dark, and the fire was now crackling away in the pit. Prompto rubbed his eyes and stretched, glancing around the haven for the rest of the group.

It was easy to find Ignis. The advisor stood at the camp stove as usual, clearly in the middle of preparing the group’s dinner. Prompto watched for a while, admiring the way Ignis’ hands moved with such grace. He went to say something when a soft grunt of effort drew Prompto’s attention over to Gladio, who was only a short ways away. The shield had evidently removed his shirt earlier in the evening before he began to do push ups. Prompto stared, still in awe at Gladio’s ability to do them one-armed, switching between each arm with ease even after seeing it easily a hundred times. The creature that he’d been resting on sharply lifted its head, causing Prompto to jump in surprise. It started growling again, bringing its head in closer.

“Hey, it’s okay, buddy.” Prompto scratched the creature’s neck comfortingly, trying to calm it down. His eyes flicked over in the direction it was staring to find Noctis standing awkwardly just in front of the tent. The prince looked as though he was trying desperately to look unphased by the growling, but the fear in his eyes gave him away. “It’s okay. It’s just Noct.” Prompto shushed the creature quietly.

Noctis cautiously took the smallest step towards where Prompto and the creature were sat, only to flinch back when the creature huffed out a breath. He seemed to be reconsidering whatever he was going to do when a large hand clapped his back and Gladio’s weight started to crush the prince. “Get off.” Noctis attempted to pry himself out from under his shield.

“Nah. Not until you actually go speak to Prompto.” Gladio said casually, able to completely ignore the light force of Noctis trying to push him.

“I was going to. I can’t if you’re crushing me.”

“Didn’t look like it to me. Looked like you were about to chicken out.”

Noctis scowled harshly, “I was not about to chicken out.”

“Sure, princess.”

Finally, Gladio lifted his weight off of the prince. He pressed his hand harder into Noctis’ back, essentially shoving the smaller into Prompto’s space. Noctis almost tripped over his feet at the sudden movement but managed to keep himself from landing face first into both Prompto and the creature that was seated half on Prompto’s lap. It was continuing to growl protectively but was making no movements that indicated it would attack. It seemed that it had realised the men were not immediate threats, or at least were trusted by its saviour – a thought that had a pleasant, warm feeling settling into Prompto’s stomach.

Prompto keep quiet as he watched the awkward interaction. Noctis shuffled around, keeping some distance from the creature, while their eyes were locked. The prince ended up coming to sit behind Prompto, gently tossing his arms over his best friend’s shoulders and resting some of his weight onto his back.

“Is this okay?” Noctis whispered as he fidgeted. Prompto could tell he was trying to be cautious but not outwardly obvious; the last thing Noctis would want would be to hurt Prompto anymore than he already had. Noctis was reserved but was easy to read when it came to those he cared for.

Prompto let out a short laugh, “Duh, ‘course is it!”

“No, like… does it hurt?”

“Nah, I’m okay. You can relax, I won’t break or anything. I’m not made of glass, dude.” Prompto replied with a grin.

Noctis only let out a huff before burying his face into Prompto’s shoulder. The gunner didn’t press him for anything. Instead, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his usual apps, seeing what he’d missed during the day. Prompto was about to open up King’s Knight to check on his dailies when Noctis’ finally spoke again.

“’m sorry…” Noctis mumbled.

Prompto put his phone down into his lap and reached up with his good arm to pat Noctis’ mess of black hair, “Thanks. It’s cool though, I don’t blame any of you for it. It was kinda stupid of me…” He chuckled softly.

“No, seriously. I’m sorry.” Noctis raised his head from Prompto’s shoulder so he could make eye contact, “I didn’t want you hurt, but you got even more hurt from what I did.”

“I’m sorry too.” Gladio echoed from across the haven, now sitting on his knees as he threw a towel over in the direction of the tent, “But it was pretty dumb of you to get in there.”

Prompto’s gaze dropped to the creature below him. He ran his hand down from its neck, over the length of its body and back again, “Yeah, but I couldn’t just leave him there…”

“We know, Prom…” Noctis tightened his hold around his best friend’s shoulders for a moment before relaxing once again.

An odd silence spread across the haven. There seemed to be so much more that each of them wanted to say, but they just weren’t quite sure how to say it. Prompto simply continued to pet the creature he’d saved. He knew he’d taken a crazy stupid risk getting into the cage, he knew he could have died, but it was worth it. The chance to use the freedom he’d been granted to give another the same was worth all the bruises, cuts, and aches. Prompto couldn’t stop the sappy smile that tugged on his lips. He suddenly had an idea.

“Hey Noct, wanna pet him?”

If Noctis hadn’t been leaning on something, Prompto thought he’d probably have fallen over. The prince started spewing half sentences about how he couldn’t and shouldn’t, but Prompto ignored them. He grabbed Noctis’ arm and pulled it down, gently placing his hand upon the creature’s mane. The second his fingers made contact, Noctis snapped his mouth shut. Prompto held his breath as he watched Noctis’ fingers cautiously begin to move slightly.

“It’s soft…” Noctis finally said.

“I know, isn’t it?!” Prompto grinned, almost bouncing as he went to turn around. He winced and let out a soft grunt of pain as his back protested the sudden movement.

“Careful. As much as I’m sure you are excited, you need to be cautious of your injuries.” Ignis’ voice cut through the last of the tension. He approached the trio and crouched down low, inspecting the creature’s form. Ignis seemed to encourage it to watch as he joined Noctis’ hand in carding through its mane for a moment before bringing his touch up to the helmet.

The creature had given up growling long ago. It seemed simply lost in terms of what to do with all the attention it was getting. Prompto wanted to throw himself into its neck and nuzzle it until it responded in kind, but he refrained. Instead, he watched as Ignis inspected the metal contraption.

“The reports said very little about feeding and care, unfortunately.” Ignis said, “However, it was easy to find that they had given this creature the name of Type:Null.”

“Type:Null..?” Prompto let the name drip off of his tongue. It felt so cold and clinical.

“Yes. It seems the empire managed to find some foreign research notes from an unknown location and began their own experimentations to recreate the results. Apparently, it is powerful enough to slay creatures from other dimensions, the helmet helps to contain some of the power, making it unlikely to lose control…” Ignis trailed off as he leaned in closer to Type:Null’s helmet, his gloved fingers now tracing along some of the indents and lines. Prompto wanted to ask more questions, but a loud clunk had all thoughts fleeing from his mind.

The bottom half of the helmet was now hanging slightly open.

Immediately, Prompto’s mouth was mirroring the helmet. “How’d you-?” He started to ask.

“A simple combination of observation and intuition.” Ignis curtly cut Prompto off before he could make too big a scene. “Dinner is almost ready. I believe that you and Noct should probably clean your hands before you eat.” With an almost imperceptible smile, the advisor turned on his heel and walked back over to the camp stove.

The two younger men did as they were asked, even if it did take a moment for the Type:Null to allow Prompto to leave. As fast as they could, the pair dropped down from the haven and took the very short walk to the nearby lake. They washed themselves up as fast as they could; Prompto hadn’t realised he’d had some dried blood on his cheek until Noctis splashed water in his face to clean it which led to a brief water fight. It couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes when they clambered back up to their camp, yet somehow things seemed to have shifted fairly significantly.

Gladio was as dressed as he would be with his open shirt, helping Ignis plate up the food. The camping chairs had been moved about a little, bringing them closer together. Between two of the chairs, the Type:Null had settled itself down. It wasn’t growling, wasn’t watching every movement as intently, wasn’t snapping its head around at every sound. It was relaxed. Prompto couldn’t help the swell of his chest and the tears the pricked at his eyes. He rubbed them harshly for a moment before skipping over to see if he could help with anything while Noctis simply took up one of the chairs.

A few minutes later, all four of them were sat in chairs, chatting happily, and eating their way through the delicious food. Type:Null was between Prompto and Ignis, the jaw of its helmet still hanging awkwardly open. It was happily accepting the meal that was carefully being slipped into the gap by Ignis. It was comfortable and rewarding.

“So, Prompto, what are ya gonna call it?” Gladio asked.

Prompto glanced back down to the Type:Null who immediately made eye contact with him. He stared into its eyes for a short while, thinking.

“How about… Nullie?” Gladio snorted in amusement while Noctis almost choked on the bite he was taking. Prompto pouted, “What?”

Noctis shook his head, trying to recover, “N-nothing. Just,” he coughed a few times, “wasn’t expecting it.”

“I happen to think its wonderful.” Ignis complimented, brushing his fingers across the odd axe-like shape that protruded from the top of the helmet. They’d learnt it was likely an extension of the Type: Null’s mane.

“Definitely cute.” Gladio admitted, though he was still clearly amused by the choice.

Prompto stuck his tongue out at the shield childishly, “Well, he is cute. So it’s perfect then.”

The rest of the evening passed with relative normalcy. Ignis collected up their plates and Gladio got up to help wash up. Noctis reclined further into the camp chair and pulled out his phone, challenging Prompto to several rounds in King’s Knight. It was getting to that point where they’d need to retire for the night when a hand rested on Prompto’s shoulder, distracting him, and causing him to ultimately lose to Noctis.

“Doesn’t count! Iggy distracted me!” Prompto protested as Noctis rubbed the victory in his face.

“Apologies. However, there is something rather important that you must see to.”

Prompto tilted his head questioningly, “Uhhh, there is?”

Ignis gestured to Nullie, who was laying at Prompto’s feet, sleepily watching the two young men banter back and forth during their gaming session. The advisor then held out a box to Prompto. The realisation hit Prompto, and he let out a shaky “Oh yeah…”

With the lightest of grips, Prompto took the box. He carefully lifted the top and stared down at the colourful array of balls inside. He reverently stared at each of them for a moment before his brow creased slightly and he counted them. Suddenly, Prompto snapped his head up, “What? Iggy, I can’t just-”

“You can pick whichever you like.”

“There’s no way I could-” Prompto started to protest again but was cut off once again. This time, it was Noctis.

“We’ve been holding those for a while for you…” The prince said quietly. His eyes were locked onto his phone, but it was clear Noctis wasn’t really looking at anything. His cheeks were slightly pinker, though Prompto knew that he’d say it was from the heat of the fire.

“For me?” Prompto asked in a whisper.

“We all have our own partners.” Ignis tapped absent-mindedly at the red and white ball that sat at his hip, “With how this trip progressed so rapidly, we all came to the assumption that you might find yourself one along the way. Thus, we made sure that you would have the option of choice.”

For what felt like the hundredth time that day, Prompto felt his eyes starting to swim with tears. His gaze dropped back down to the box in his hands. Each of them were labelled with their names, all brand new and shiny. It was too much. After a few minutes of agonising silence, Prompto gingerly reached in and pulled out a green ball with red tear drop shapes – it had been labelled as Friend Ball, and he couldn’t get it out of his mind after first reading that. The lid was lowered carefully and Prompto held the box back towards Ignis, who took it from his grasp.

Prompto slipped out of the chair and to his knees, ball in hand. Nullie raised its head to watch him, eyeing the new thing with interest. Prompto swallowed hard and held it out, “You can stay here with me, with us. This can be your home. You don’t have to, obviously, but… I would love it if you did.” Prompto felt the words just tumble out of his mouth without his control.

Nullie’s gaze flicked between Prompto’s hopeful gaze, Noctis’ attempt at bored disinterest, Ignis’ watchful eye and the ball being held out before it. There was a moment where the creature seemed to consider its options. Then its helmeted head lowered so it tapped against the ball.

A shock of red light burst out from the ball as it opened. It engulfed Nullie and seemed to suck the entire body of the Type:Null inside. The light faded after the entire creature entered and it snapped shut. Prompto couldn’t bring himself to breathe as he stared at the ball in his hands. The light on the front pulsed rhythmically and it rocked from side to side for a few seconds before it stilled completely.

It took a second for everything to catch up to Prompto. When it finally did, the tears slipped from his eyes finally and he grasped a hold of the green ball tightly, hugging it to his chest. “Thank you.” He murmured as quiet as humanly possible, “I promise I’ll keep you safe.”

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