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Pocky Day!!!

Noctis:

His face is carefully blank when he brings it up, eyes
looking at the ceiling as if he wasn’t nervous about how cheesy the idea was. They
were at his apartment, sitting on the couch and playing video game, or rather
watching him play, when he’d paused the game and asked about Pocky day. He
pretended that he didn’t know what it was, rather them offer to play the game
than him initiating the game.

Conveniently, there was pocky among the snacks that Ignis
had brought from them earlier. The amused look that Ignis had given him had
nearly made his face burn off from how quickly it had turned red. But now with
them looking at him with a pleasant blush on their face, and hearing their soft
laugh, it was worth it.

“Well, you take one of these…” They opened the box and
pulled one out, continuing to explain the game.

Meanwhile, Noctis wasn’t paying attention. He was fixated on
their lips as they spoke, and only was distracted when they asked, “So do you
want to try it?”

He nodded almost embarrassingly fast, but then slowed down
and put back his mask of indifference.

“Yeah, sure.” He tossed in a shrug, as if he really didn’t
care. Never mind that he felt all fluttery.

“Alright, this will be a practice round then.” They then put
the Pocky between their lips and raised their eyebrow, as if asking him if he
was ready.

In response he leaned forward, and they counted down with
their hand.

“Go!” They tried to say, but with their mouth occupied it
came out muffled, but Noctis still understood. They both tried to eat the most
of the pocky, quickly as possible. They had a smile in their eyes and Noctis
was trying his best not to laugh at how this was actually kind of fun. And
seeing them getting closer with every nibble was an added bonus.

In the end neither were keeping track of who ate the most,
and instead focused on when their lips met.

Prompto:

They’d been playing all day, with teasing laughs and were actually
keeping score. Both were at the citadel for the day, Prompto running through a
low stress training session for the day. His S/O on the other hand would just
be there for moral support, occasionally cheering to themselves when Prompto
did something he was struggling with. There were frequent breaks thankfully,
not to mention that there were other people there who just came by to see their
friends, family, and partners as they trained. So they had plenty of company.

Every time they did see each other though, the first thing
they’d call out is, “I’m still winning!”

The other would always reply with, “Get over here and prove
it then!”

In reality they were both tied. And with how much fun they
were having with each other were making the other couples a bit jealous. Those
who were single either thought they were super cute, or felt like they had
cavities.

Eventually they do run out of pocky, and just spend the rest
of their time arguing about who won with light hearted smiles and adoration in
their eyes for each other.

Ignis:

The S/O would have to explain the game to him and he wouldn’t
really get it. Or so he’d say. Internally he’d be wondering how they could be
so cute. So when they ask if he wants to play he’d end up saying yes. And then promptly
cheat by breaking the pocky and simply kissing them.

“I guess I win that one.” He’d say eating the pilfered pocky
while his S/O is stunned.

They end up laughing, not expecting that from Ignis, and he’d
also end up laughing when they demand a rematch. But in the end, he just ends
up kissing them and stealing the pocky. Somehow, they don’t mind though.

Gladio:

He doesn’t realize what day it is until he sees his S/O
eating a pocky stick. They don’t realize what day it is either, until he brings
it up. The game makes his S/O laugh, but then they tell him that they’re
winning since they’ve gotten a head start on the box.

It’s on after that.

They take turns teasing each other and end up going through
the whole box very quickly, both having a competitive streak a mile wide. So
they walk to the store together, arguing about whether the half of the box the
S/O ate actually counts. Upon getting more, Gladio plays keep away so he can ‘catch
up’ as he put it. And that’s what makes the S/O give up the pocky they ate
alone. But they’re smiling when they do.

So they go back to playing the game, each time they eat one
together, lips brushing one another, they end up turning into a kiss. Eventually
though, it turns into taunting each other and flat out trying to keep the pocky
from each other, to try and keep their lead on each other once they realize
that they’re both still mentally keeping track. It very quickly turns into a
chase/race back to Gladio’s place, with the winner being who won the game.

Noctis+Luna – 153 😁 Thanks!

153.   “You didn’t tell me it was karaoke night..” 

Prompt List here.

One thing the Luna enjoyed, ever since marrying Noctis, was
the life all around the city.

From the Citadel she could see the lights of the city during
the night, and how the city came to life during the day. Rarely had Luna seen,
growing, people who weren’t restricted with rules and regulations that had been
enforce with an iron fist. Here, people didn’t have fear in their eyes.

Another thing she enjoyed was the music.

She’d grown up with Niflheim’s stilted music, deemed fit for royalty while the lively music of the people was considered vulgar. But here in Lucis, even in the citadel, radios played music. Lively, upbeat, music. 

One such song was playing in her and Noctis’s quarters now. Ever since she moved in, she’d been listening when she had time. And while she was supposed to be in meetings with Noctis and the rest of the council, she’d had a headache. And once he’d heard that, he fretted over her until she excused herself from the meetings. 

But now that she felt better, she was sitting at her desk, penning a letter to Ravus about her new life in Insomnia. However, as she wrote she didn’t notice that she was humming. Not even when she switched to singing along with the notes. 

It was then, while her mind was preoccupied, that Noctis slipped into the room. He listened for a short while, a small smile on his face as he watched his wife. Once she was singing along with the chorus again, he crossed the room, and put his arms around her shoulders.

She slightly jumped, but when she turned her head and saw who it was, a smile lit up her face.

“Noctis. I didn’t hear you come in.” She glanced at the clock and then back at him, “I didn’t realize it had gotten so late.”

He gave a small laugh and replied, “You didn’t tell me it was karaoke night, otherwise I would have been here sooner.”

She hummed in a amusement and kissed the corner of his mouth in response.

Chirp Chpt 3: Reveal

Link to AO3: Chirp

Chapter Summary: 

Prompto’s wings are examined and it’s decided that he’ll be staying in the citadel now.

Notes: This took a long time, and I half way almost lost where I was going. So this chapter is a little bleh. But hey, I now have a plot for it! So this should be the last aimless chapter. 

It took a bit to reach Noctis’s room. Prompto had run a lot farther and faster than people had expected after all, but eventually they arrived. Cor knocked as his way of announcing himself, and then opened the door. Wordlessly, he gave a slight bow before entering the room. All eyes had turned toward the door by that point. The king and Clarus were among them, and of course, all Noctis’s circle. Prompto managed to stay behind Cor, mostly, at least until his uncle betrayed him and left him in plain view of everyone.

Without anywhere else to hide, he gave them all a sheepish smile and waved, “Hi guys?”

Noctis nearly flew at him from across the room and shook him by the shoulders once he was within arm’s reach. “Why’d you run? Half the citadel was looking for you!”

The concern on Noctis’s face would have been funny, in any other situation. But Prompto could only grimace in response. “I’m sorry, I panicked.”

“Panicked huh?” Gladio’s voice came from behind him, having snuck up while he’d been distracted. How someone as large as him could move so silently, Prompto couldn’t guess. And before he could dart away from what he knew was coming, he was already in a head lock and being noogied.

Prompto yelped, struggling for a good few moments before he managed to wiggle away. “I didn’t mean to bite you!”

“Oh, you didn’t mean to? Tell that to the teeth marks!”

“Come now, I’m positive he really didn’t mean to Gladio.” Ignis started, reaching up to slightly smooth down where Prompto’s hair had gotten messed up, though he knew by now that the cowlicks were a lost cause. “We all know he tends to act before thinking.”

Gladio opened his mouth to reply, but before they could get into any further teasing or argument, Clarus cleared his throat to cut in. “I believe we’re here for a reason?”

The four boys froze and then looked over at the adults, having forgotten they were there. Ignis dropped his hand and behind him his wings twitched once before becoming still again. Gladio cleared his own throat and turned to look out the window to hide the slight blush, his owns wings subtly pulling closer to his back. Noctis only stared back, too hyper aware that his father was in the same room as him to forget his presence, and Prompto looked like he’d jump out the window if given a chance.

New circles often forgot about everyone else in the world. It was just a side effect of finding your chosen family for the first few years. As such, most young winged people were easily lost in their own world, and even more easily startled by anyone else until they fully settle into their circles. And that only came with age. (Clarus and Regis recalled many times when their own circle had been startled by something when they were still settling.)

“Y-yeah.” Prompto sighed, breaking out of being startled first, and then allowed Noctis to fuss over him while being guided to the bathroom.

“You need to take that off Prompto. They just need to see.” Noctis said, and then lowered his voice, “Your wings…they aren’t hurt or anything from this right?”

“Not as far as I know.” Prompto replied in just as low a voice. “I’ll be right out Noct.”

“Okay.” Noctis then lightly pushed him inside and shut the door.

At first, he really did debate on going out the window, even though he’d already agreed to show them. But then he sighed and resigned himself to doing what they wanted. He didn’t want to disappoint Cor after all. (Not to mention Cor would probably literally swoop out the other window and grab him before he got too far.)

He made quick work of taking off his jacket, school top, and his under shirt. The binder itself however, always took a few minutes. The straps around his waist held most of his feathers against his back, while the top straps were more like a harness, pinning his wings flat against his shoulders. The waist straps were easy, feathers didn’t really feel anything unless you pulled them. But the shoulders?

The second his wings were free of his shoulders, he hissed as he moved them, allowing his wings to return to their naturally resting state. It was a huge relief, but also, for the first few minutes always ached. Blood circulating better he’d read. He was lucky that there hadn’t been any damage yet. However, he knew that eventually there would have been. Perhaps this was a good thing this happened when it did.

He put his shirt back on and pushed his wings through the wing holes that had never been used. It felt odd at first. He stretched his arms above his head, trying to let he back adjust to the freedom of movement, and the slight shift in balance he felt. Behind him, he extended his wings, examining them in the mirror.

While most the pattern had grown in, he still had the downy fluff of a child on the inside of his wings. But otherwise, the pattern was clear and there was no mistaking it. He worried his lip as he brought his wings back in, but miscalculated an accidently knocked off the soap dispenser from the bathroom counter. It landed with a clatter on the bathroom floor and before he could lean down to pick it up, there was a soft knock at the door.

“Prompto? You alright?” Noctis called, the worry in his voice setting off all the protective instincts a circle member could have.

So, he picked up the soap and placed back where it should be then walked to the door. With a deep breath, and a smile in place, he pulled it open.

“I’m alright Noct.”

It was then than the prince stepped out of the way, allowing for Prompto to cautiously make his way out of the bathroom. At the moment, any loud sound would probably spook him back into the bathroom. So, no one said anything until he was a bit further away from the bathroom door. His eyes darted around the room and he waited for them to say something, which they took as a sign that it was okay to speak now. But none knew how to start.

In the end, it was Gladio who spoke first.

“How the hell are you so small.” He said, a frown on his face. Prompto’s face immediately dropped into an offended frown.

“Gladio!” His father snapped, disapproval clear in his tone.

Gladio winced, but continued, “What? It’s true! He’s like, half the size he was when he went into the bathroom.”

“It’s because his wings were making his shoulders look bigger is all,” an accented voice cut in from the door way.

Prompto turned to look at the woman who stood there, her hand had been raised to knock but clearly, she couldn’t stop herself from explaining. Typical of owls. Her face was a mask now but being around Ignis made him able to see the slight embarrassment in her eyes. It made him give her a small smile, even though the doctor’s coat she had on was a little intimidating. But what truly settled her as a person he liked, was her last name.

“Ah, Dr. Kennt,” king Regis began, offering her a smile, “Good to see you again.”

Ignis spoke fondly of his flying teacher. Barn owl patterns were rare, and often needed a specific teacher to be found for young owls to learn how to fly. And she was his. That explained why Ignis looked slightly pleased. Seeing his circle and part of his pattern family in the same place clearly put him a good mood. (Good enough for pizza tonight? Maybe.)

“Your majesty,” She bowed her head toward him before continuing, “It’s good to see you as well.”

Her eyes looked Regis up and down before meeting his gaze and stating, “You haven’t been doing your stretches again.”

That made the Regis’s face slightly turn pink, and Noctis shoot a smug look at Gladio. A cough left Regis, “Well, more on that later. We need a wing check on Noctis’s young friend here.”

“Yes, your Grace.” Sunna then turned to Prompto, looking at his wings first, then his face. “Right, Scientia explained on the way. This won’t take long. Do you want everyone here for this, or would rather some privacy?”

“I…” He glanced at his friend and then the adults and then back at her, “I think I would prefer my friends here?”

“Right.” She nodded and turned toward the group, “I’ll be starting now.”

She gestured to a stool that she spotted to Prompto. “Can you sit there? That’ll let me examine your wings while you’re a bit more comfortable.”

He did so and tried not to squeak when he felt her feeling along the bones of his wings. She did so in silence for a bit, and he could think of nothing to say.

“Can you extend and hold them out please?” She then said.

“Oh. Sure.” He said quietly, before extending his wings out to his sides. She started feeling the bones again, starting from the outside this time. As the minutes passed though, it was getting increasingly difficult to hold them were they were. That was when she reached the base of his wings and started feeling his shoulders. It was then that she happened to push on a sore spot that Prompto didn’t know he had.

“Owch!” His wings pulled in quickly, accidently hitting Sunna on her shoulders, part of her wings, and face.

She shook her head slightly to reorient herself while Prompto turned around and stood in a panic.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that!” He started. But before he could work himself back into a frenzy, she cut in.

“No, no, it’s quite all right. Happens all the time.” She said, fixing some of the strands of hair out of her face, and then carefully pushed on Prompto’s shoulders to sit him back down, aware of what Ignis had described as a flighty nature. “I’m finished with the exam anyways. Just have a few questions now.”

“Really?” He was wringing his hands, as if he did something more horrible than bump her with his wings.

“Yes. Simple right?” She nodded to herself once she felt like she was presentable. Though, there was a feather out of place on her wings that Ignis stepped forward and straightened for her.

“Ah, thank you Ignis.” She smiled at him and then turned back to Prompto, “Now, what age did you start wearing this wing binder?”

“Uh…” Prompto thought back and tried to recall. “Nine I think.”

“So…right around when the down on your wings started changing into a pattern?” Sunna brought out a note pad and started writing her observations and his answer down.

“Yeah, that sounds right.”  He started to chew on his bottom lip, “But…I really was hurt for a while, that’s what made the binder necessary when I was nine.”

“Can you tell me about it?” Sunna looked up at him, doing her best to hide her worry. If he was hurt and healed, but continued wearing the binder, then there might be complications.

“Well, it wasn’t anything too big? I mean…I followed a chickadee, the bird kind I mean, into a tree and sort of fell? It sprained one of my wings. It was…just luck really that it was around the time my pattern came in.” He turned slightly red.

She nodded, a little relived. A sprain wouldn’t have been too bad, and the binder would have helped the bone stay still and ensured the sprain wouldn’t develop into a break, nearly impossible to overcome if complications had set in. Of course, he wasn’t supposed to be wearing it for so long.

“Did you choose to wear it, even past healing?” An uncomfortable question, but necessary. If his parents made him, it might be a case of child neglect. If he chose to, then it might mean he was trying to hurt his wings. Some of the younger winged people did hurt their own wings when distressed. Mostly plucking, but the odd binding cases did appear every so often.

“I did.” He answered quickly and looked faint. Possibly a lie, but she’d take it for now until trust was built.

“Hm.” She nodded her head and wrote her thoughts down as well, “And one last question, your birthday?”

He answered her, and she frowned. “Ah…well.”

“Is something wrong?” Noctis called, finally unable to resist going over to his friend.

“No, not…Well, it could be worse.” She said, straightening up and then turning to address the king to report. “He’s fine. Wing are normal and healthy, other than some muscle weakness from lack of use, and late stage development.”

“And that means…?” Cor asked before the king could say anything.

“It means he’s still growing.” She turned to Prompto and then looked at the prince standing beside him. “Prompto, if you wouldn’t mind standing?”

“Huh? Oh, sure.” He stood up and then glanced around, unsure what everyone was seeing.

“He’s the same age as his highness, but…”

It was then that he realized what she was talking about. Noctis had at least four inches on him and was a lot broader than him.

“If I didn’t know his age, I would have placed him at Eleven or Twelve. Not 15.” She said, and that made him flush bright pink. “He even still has some of his juvenile feathers.”

She gently turned him around and gestured to the bits of down still at the base of his wings, but then let him go. “You can sit down with your friends now.”

He nodded but didn’t really get much of a say really. Noctis practically dragged him over to where he and the others were sitting and didn’t give him much space either. Once he was settled, Sunna continued.

“Prompto here will be perfectly fine, and his wings are healthy, like I said,” She wrote something else down and then put her note book away. “But his body will start trying to catch up to where it’s supposed to be. Wings especially. And…”

She glanced over at Ignis, then back at the king, “Judging by the muscle tenderness and his feathers, he won’t be able to fly yet.”

“I see.” Regis nodded, and seemed thoughtful. “Thank you Doctor. You can go now.”

She bowed again, and then said, “Thank you, your majesty.”

They were silent until she was gone, and then the four once again burst into chatter.

“Told you he was small.”

“Oh stuff it, aren’t kestrels tiny anyways? Maybe this is normal?”

“Your highness, she just said he was still growing. Besides, Crowe isn’t as small.”

“She thought I was eleven! Are you kidding me?”

This time Regis was the one to clear his throat. “Prompto. You do realize what this means right?”

The four sobered at that, and Prompto said quietly. “That I’ll be staying in the citadel, right?”

He didn’t want to. But he doubted they would let him go. Maybe if he cried? They said he looked like a child, so maybe he’d make them feel bad enough to release him. Or not. He doubted he had the energy for tears.

“Yes. But you needn’t worry. Everything will be taken care of.” Regis rose to his feet then, Clarus helping him stand.

He was going to leave, so Prompto decided to ask before he was gone. “Your Majesty? What about my parents? Or my things? I know you said things will be taken care of. But…”

“Your parents will be located and the situation explained. As for your things, we could send someone to get them tonight, or it could wait until tomorrow. I was informed, while looking for you, by Noctis that you’d planned on staying the night?”

He nodded. “I guess…getting anything else can wait until tomorrow. I have enough for the night.”

“Very well. Tomorrow we will have someone go with you to pack your things. Perhaps even Lady Crowe? She seemed keen on spending time with you. …Noctis, if you stare like that for too long your face will get stuck that way.”

Prompto turned around and saw the wide-eyed face Noctis was making for a brief moment before he ducked his head and a flush overtook his face, “Yes father.”

It made Prompto snicker, and he nodded. “Okay.”

“But we’re going too.” Muttered Noctis behind him, jealousy on full display, and Prompto struggled not to laugh.  

“With that, I bid you all good night. And please, don’t harass the glaive and use your friends as an alibi this time Noctis?” Regis said, a smile on his face as he left. Clarus shot a look at Gladio, who pointedly was looking at the ceiling. He suspected the young shield had helped the prince, but had no proof. Only Noctis had gotten caught last time. Cor, who’d been mostly silent, stayed behind for a moment.

“I’ll be the one to tell your mom kid. I also have a few questions.” He said, walking over and rustling his hair.

Prompto sighed and then looked up at him, “You’re…not going to be mad at them, are you?”

Rather than lie, Cor said, “We’ll see. Alright? Even if we do we’re siblings. I doubt Adoria would let me be upset with her for long.”

“I guess.” Prompto let out a small laugh, “Just…I don’t want them to worry. Or to be in trouble.”

“They won’t be. Alright? I got to go now. I’ll be seeing you.”

“See you Cor.” He said and offered him a small wave. Cor shut the door behind him, and he immediately felt relaxed now that it was just his friends.

Once they were alone though, Noctis grabbed the nearest pillow and whacked Prompto over the head with it.

“You should have told me!”

Prompto knew exactly what he was talking about, and picked up where they left off, “Oh, what was I supposed to say! Hey, I’m a kestrel, don’t tell anyone?”

“Yes!”

“That’s ridiculous!”

They bickered back and forth for a while, but there were no teeth in their argument. (Just a few more whacks with a pillow from Noctis to drive how flustered Noctis was about the how ordeal home.)

They settle into gaming and Ignis really was in a good enough mood to order pizza rather than cook. Gladio didn’t hold it against him for biting him thankfully, although he did seem to hold a grudge against him for beating him in moogle cart. With how normal the night was turning out, it made Prompto think things might be okay.

Matchup? I’m a 5″4 demisxeual(prefers male) chubby girl w/ wavy brown hair & brown eyes. I love baking, anime, cartoons, horror movies, writing/reading/drawing & those REALLY close to me. I’m protective, motherly & funny but I can get easily anxious/confused. When you meet me, I’m very shy, awkward & a stuttering mess until we really know each other then I’m a wild, weird dork. I have no relationship experience at all so if someone flirts with me, I get scared off easily/very oblivious/confused.

I match you with Noctis!

Don’t know if this has been done before, but how about a cute headcanon where the chocobros find out their s/o is ticklish or the other way around. I think it’s so cute!

Noctis:

He is STARTLINGLY ticklish.

It’s an accident. Noctis and his S/O would be training together, and just by chance, to reach around him, they lay their hand on his side. 

It catches him so off guard that he yelps and actually warps away, sword sinking into the side of a pillar far above his S/O, holding his side and glowering like a cat that just got his tail stepped on.

The S/O would be in stitches, and it would take a while for them to stop laughing, and even longer to convince Noctis to come down. 

By the time he does, he’s fully settled into suspicion, and only lets the S/O close after multiple promises not to do it again. (And quit laughing!)

Prompto:

He’d be in a sad mood, which isn’t unheard of for the blond behind closed doors. The S/O would be trying to cheer him up, and start dancing their fingers over his ribs as a last resort, not even knowing if it would work.

At first he’d be able to hold off his chuckles, but then it quickly escalates to full blown laughter and him grabbing at their hands to get them to stop. 

“Stop making me laugh I’m trying to be sad!” he says desperately through his laughs, which only causes him to laugh even harder at the ridiculousness of that sentence. 

They both eventually settle down, and his sad thoughts would be chased away for the moment. In fact, tickling becomes a sign of affection between the two. 

Ignis:

A small gasp leaves him in surprise. He wasn’t expecting his S/O to lean over and whisper to him during a meeting. But them being shorter means that the air from their whisper was more directed toward his neck. 

Not many people know that he’s EXTREMELY ticklish on his neck. 

And to his horror, his S/O’s eyes light up with mischief upon realizing why he’d gasped. From then on through out the day, they’d delight on sneaking up on him and either blowing on his neck, or when alone in particular, gently poking and tracing their fingers on his neck which usually gets a few startled laughs out of him.

Ignis, as it turns out, if very fun to tickle when you’re in a relationship with him. Kissing his neck and blowing raspberries on the sensitive skin there is always a laugh, especially because when he gets tickled, he gets weak and can’t really fight back.

Gladiolus:

Oddly enough, Gladio is ticklish on his back. Also on his feet and under his arms, but his back is the most surprising. 

It’d be an accident when his S/O discovers it. It’s been a long day and they seem him walking down a hall in the citadel alone, about to head home. So they rush for a hug and upon puling away, their hands tail over his back with a feather light touch.

A choked laugh leaves him, and his face twists up like he’s about to sneeze from the effort of trying not to laugh. 

With a raised eyebrow, they’d dance their fingers over his back, and lightly scrape their nails over it as well, to test their theory. 

Full bellied laughs would leave him, and he’d try to get away, but since their arms would still be hugging him, it doesn’t take much to latch on and hold him hostage. 

This basically becomes blackmail material, and people are wondering what the S/O means when they say they’ll use their secret weapon against him when he’s being difficult. 

How good would each chocobros be at giving massages? lolz!

Noctis:

Middling. He doesn’t really know how to give one, considering his own aversion to people touching his back, but he’d be willing to try. It would result in a massage that was basically pressing too hard in one place, and not hard enough in another. But hey, it’s the thought that counts. 

Prompto: 

He’d be a little too gentle, for fear of pressing too hard, but does make a decent effort. Unlike Noctis, his massage is going to be more even than anything, and though you’d still feel some strain on your back muscles, it’s considerably less. 

Ignis:

He, surprisingly, doesn’t know how to give one. But having received them before, has a starting reference. And his eye for detail would be able to pick up what feels nice to you, or when he might be hurting you. All in all, you’d be super relaxed by the end of it. 

Gladiolus:

He knows how to give a massage. A serious massage. He actually learned how so he could stop his own muscles from cramping, but now since you asked…He’d also probably be the best at it, and he’d be able to rub out tension in your muscles you didn’t even know you had. You’d probably be a puddle on the floor because of how relaxed you were by the end. 

Head canons of the boy band reacting to drunk reader confessing their feelings and not remembering the next morning?

Noctis: 

He would probably be drunk too honestly. But not drunk enough not to remember. 

He’d worry over you and offer you his couch to sleep it off until you’re functional enough to go home. 

However, you have a different idea and confess everything to him as he’s settling you down on the couch. It’s a soft and simple confession. “This is why I love you.”

He’d be frozen for a moment, before flushing from head to toe and finishing putting a blanket on you.

He’d pay it no mind, and then next day you wouldn’t bring it up, so he wouldn’t either. 

He’d agonize over it for weeks until he finally caves and asks the bros for help figuring out if they meant it. 

They come up with extravagant plans and ideas to try and get them to admit their feelings. They’d be so into it, they wouldn’t notice that you had already slipped into the room and were listening to them.

Sure you’d be embarrassed, but you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from throwing out a suggestion or two yourself. Which, the boys wouldn’t even notice. They’d probably think what you’d said was a great idea honestly, and keep the brain storm rolling.

…At least until one of them, probably Ignis, realizes you’re there and fall silent. Which results in the other boys falling silent too. They all end up staring at you for a few moments with eyes that could rival an owl’s.

That’s when they all bolt, leaving Noctis behind, who’d be trying to smother himself in a throw pillow out of embarrassment of the shenanigans they’d come up with. 

Just poke him in the side, he’s ticklish so he’ll jump really high and end up pulling his face off the pillow so you guys could talk.

With embarrassment on both parts, yourself admitting that you’d never meant to say it to him, due to the fact you were sure he was in love with someone else, and him due to his own juvenile reaction during the past few weeks, you manage to sort things out. 

The next day, he’d happily tell the guys that he didn’t need all those plans after all. 

Prompto:

“I love you.”

“Aw! I love you too!”

There’d be no hesitation in him when he says it back. Having been the one to start your mini drinking party, he’d already be pretty drunk himself. 

However, he does have a higher tolerance, and realizes immediately what he’s said, and out of sheer need to hide, buries his face in the nearest surface. …Which just happens to be you. 

Out of habit, because you guys cuddle a lot as is, you wrap your arms around him. Only this time, you say you love him again. 

He pops back up and looks at you in the eye, his bottom lip wobbling. “Do you really mean it?” (He’s a very emotional drunk, unfortunately, or fortunately, for you.)

In response you just kiss his face, stating you want one for each freckle, mumbling about how freckles are fairy kisses, and you want to be the only one who’s kissed him. 

Eventually, you end up cuddling with each other, and trading cheek kisses before falling asleep. (It was only fair, he’d say, if you got to kiss his freckles then for each kiss he got to kiss you.)

Upon waking, you have a killer hangover and no memory of what you’d said. But he did.

From then on, around you’d he’d be especially sweet. And almost painfully shy. Nothing but sweet smiles and gentle gestures.

He’d trust what you said, because you’d never been a dishonest person around him. He’d know what you’d said you’d really meant. And though initially, he’d be saddened by the fact you didn’t remember, he’d also take comfort in the fact that you’d meant it. 

Eventually, you’d ask him about his behavior and he’d only say that he thought it was cute you were jealous because of his freckles and fairies. It would throw you for a loop, and probably turn your face as red as a cherry because you’d only THOUGHT about that story of freckles being fairy kisses and….wait how’d he know you were jealous because of his freckles in particular?

He’d wanted you to remember on your own, but because you’d asked, he’d tell you. And bits an pieces would float back to you, but it’d never fully return. But you’d both be happy, because you’d know your feelings are returned.

Ignis:

You’d knock on his door and the moment he’d answer, you’d be flinging your arms around him and practically cheering his name.

“Ignis!” He’d probably have to catch you, since you’d be a bit unbalanced. He’d then usher you into his place, troubled that you were so inebriated. His concern would cause him to ask if something was wrong, worried that you were so drunk to avoid a problem or something.

There isn’t, you just wanted to see him. 

You’d manage to convince him to let you stay, honestly he’d be too worried for you to let you out of his sight, and you end up dragging him into some shenanigans. 

He’s not one for dancing with no music, but with you he finds it endearing. 

Honestly, for one so drunk, you have a surprising amount of energy. It takes him an alarming amount of time to convince you to try and sleep it off, and an even longer time to get you to sleep.

The whole while, you keep telling him how kind he is, how lovely, and just before you fall asleep, you state that you’ve always loved him because of it.

He’s glad you’re asleep, so there’s no one to witness one of the very few times he loses his composure and mildly freaking out into his hands because: A) you just told him you love him, and B) you stated always have.

He’s of the mind that drunk words are sober thoughts, so in the morning, he treats you kindly, ensuring your comfort, and trying to lessen your headache as much as possible. 

Though you’re mortified that you somehow ended up here, it helped seeing him, and him taking care of you. (Thankfully, it was a weekend, so Ignis wasn’t need by Noctis till monday.)

He spends the day taking care of you, and swears he doesn’t mind. Truthfully, he’d taking the opportunity in your company to mull over his own feelings toward you. But also, he’d be subtly trying to figure out if you remember what you said or not.

It then end, he’d determine that you didn’t remember, but he’d know that he felt the same way. However, he’d prefer to wait until you weren’t reeling from a hang over and for a day when you wouldn’t feel the need to be drunk to tell him such things. 

Gladiolus:

Saying that you love Gladio was something that was common, just like when you said you loved, Ignis, Prompto, Noctis, Iris….Basically, you really, really, love your friends. 

So while walking home with Gladio from the bar, you say you do love him, and he smiles, figuring it was just the platonic love that you felt again. 

…So it’d throw him for a loop when you lean up and kiss him before turning and heading into your apartment for the night. 

The next day, he doesn’t beat around the bush and straight out asks if you remember the walk home. To which you’d respond no, and kind of shrug it off, figuring that the reason he asked was because he didn’t remember either.

But then it’s your turn to be thrown for a loop when he leans down and kisses you before walking off.

In the end, you don’t really talk about it after all. There’s no need. Through out the day you both spend the day sneaking up and kissing the other, as if playing kissing tag. It’s very clear by the end of the day that you like each other.

(And half the citadel has almost been sickened by how cute you both are, while the other half has turned to jelly over how cute you two are.)

Chirp – Chapter 1 – ChocobosTrinket (Neverforget94) – Final Fantasy XV [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Undecided
Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII, Clarus Amicitia, Crowe Altius, Nyx Ulric, Libertus Ostium, will update as they appear, Cor Leonis
Additional Tags: Wing AU, Wings, world building, Friendship, Will be updated as I think of the tags
Series: Part 1 of *Bird Noises*
Summary:

Wings are normal in this world, with different patterns that come with different meanings and abilities. Prompto just so happens to have a rare pattern that’s he’s been hiding since he was a child. But he couldn’t hide forever.

Chirp – Chapter 1 – ChocobosTrinket (Neverforget94) – Final Fantasy XV [Archive of Our Own]

Angsty request here! So the chocobros are fighting against some imperial soldiers and as they go to land the final blow on the last enemy standing, that enemy uses their s/o as human shield. It’s too late to stop mid-attack, and their s/o is injured badly (almost fatally, but not quite). How would the chocobros react a) when it happened b) with the other chocobros while their s/o recovered and c) after their s/o had healed? I know, I’m horrible, but the idea won’t get out of my head!

Noctis:

They lock eyes once, and he’s moving too fast to stop.

“No!”

At the last moment their eyes close and their face relaxes, accepting what was about to happen. But then a scream leaves them and their expression turns to one of pain. The strike goes clean through them, their blood running down it’s blade in slow rivulets. Their had reaches out and grabs a hand full of his shirt. They opens their eyes and offer a shaky smile, trying to reassure their love that they’ll be fine. But then they start to sink to the ground. 

For a moment, he’s too horrified to process what he’d done. But then he snapped out of it and hurriedly grabbed them and guided them to the ground before they could fall. He made sure they were on their side, so the blade wouldn’t shift and hurt them more. Gun shot sound over his head, Prompto finishing their enemy with two guns in hand, overheating them both. Not that it mattered since that was the last MT. They were safe from further attack for now, but…

“Ignis!” He yelled, a touch of panic in his voice. This wasn’t something that he could do alone. Pulling out the blade would hurt them, and he wasn’t sure he could do so without them bleeding out without immediate healing. They were already losing too much blood. 

In the dirt beside him Ignis lands on his knees after running over, eyes quickly looking over the injury. There wasn’t any other choice but to pull it out. And so he places a hand on their side to hold them steady and looked to Noctis, “On three. Ready?”

Noctis nods and grabs the hilt with both hands, waiting for Ignis’ count.

“One, two, three!”

He pulls with all his strength while Ignis, careful not to cut himself, guides the blade in a straight path. Once the blade is free, Noctis drops it to the ground and rushed back to their side, taking their hand in his. It’s ice cold, and they didn’t so much as move when the blade was pulled. Not a good sign. But it’d be fine soon.

Ignis broke the elixir over their wound after shifting them to their back, and they waited for the wound to seal. For a heart stopping moment, nothing happened. He worried they were too late. They didn’t have another phoenix down on them, the last had been used earlier in the fight. But then they breath. The wound closes, and they are whole.

And though they are asleep, Noctis pulls them close and buries his face in their hair. 

Too close. 

That had been too close.  

~

It was his fault and he can’t let it go. 

They had set up camp at a nearby haven, waiting for them to wake and rejoin them. But the blood loss had been extensive, and no one was sure when they’d wake. So they’d settled in, and were now biding their time with training before night fall. Something Gladio had suggested and that Noctis, to everyone’s surprise, had agreed to. 

He should be able to pull out of a warp strike he thinks to himself as he moves. Though he knows that it’s not possible without endangering himself. Stasis is the last thing from his mind as he warps from Gladio, phases through his attack and strikes, warps to Prompto to knock him off balance, then to Ignis. But right as he prepares to attack Ignis, his magic runs out and he ends up full on crashing into Ignis as dead weight. 

The momentum sends him rolling off Ignis, off the haven, and to the ground below. It knocks the wind out of him, but he’s otherwise unharmed. 

“Noct!” “Noctis!” 

His friends call from above him. He opens his eyes and finds the three of them peering down at him in concern. 

“I’m alright.” He raises his hand to them to wave them off of coming down after him and rises.

Though he doesn’t miss the shared glance between Gladio and Ignis. Probably just put together that he was distraught. He’d been trying to hide how upset he was with himself. They were worried about them too. They shouldn’t have to worry about him as well, especially since… 

A sigh escapes him before he finishes that thought, and he begins to walk around the haven to the path that would allow him back up. 

“I should of been keeping an eye on how much warping I was doing earlier.” He says in explanation as soon as he reached the trio. 

“I’ll say.” Ignis pushed his glasses back up and frowns. “If that ever happens in combat,be sure to use an ether right away.” 

“I know specs.” Noctis smiled slightly, but saw Ignis about to launch into a lecture and the smile fell. Before he could start speaking though, he needed to know. “You alright though? I was going pretty fast.”

“Aw he’s fine.” Gladio said slapping Noctis on the back. “He was just about to start dinner, right?” 

A rare display from Gladio, taking it easy on someone. Ignis, when faced with that knowledge, let it go. “Yes, I was actually. I’ll get back to that.”

They all departed for their own areas of the Haven. Ignis to his kitchen, Gladio by the fire, and Noctis with his legs dangling over the edge. Prompto would normally be on the other side of the fire doing maintenance on his guns, but instead went to join Noctis. 

Prompto snickered as he sat and said, “Dude. I got the best picture of Ignis because of you.”

“What?” Noctis raised his eyebrow. 

“Take a look!” Prompto held out his camera for Noctis to see.

On the screen was them from earlier. The light around Noct wasn’t it’s usual blue, but the dark purple of stasis. It was immediately after he’d crashed, as his face was planted into Ignis’ chest, and his arms were trapped between them. That didn’t look comfortable for either of them, and Ignis would at least have a bruise from it. 

Speaking of Ignis, his eyes were widened in an expression of confused terror in the picture. His feet had tangled with each other when he’d tried to step away from the prince, causing him to fall backwards, and the spear that had been in his hand was just out of reach and hovering in midair. He’d clearly let go of it in surprise. Along with everything else, his arms were extended straight out from the force of the impact. His mouth was pressed together in a tight line. He looked almost owlish and all together cartoonish. 

A laugh escaped from Noctis before he could stop it, and Prompto joined in. “See? I told you!” 

“Oh man, we need to get that printed.” He said, a smirk still on his face.

“Oh totally. Blackmail material.” Prompto grinned at him and then they lost themselves to pointless chatter. 

If Prompto could help it, he wouldn’t let his friend dwell on the sleeping person in the tent. They all wouldn’t. It was all too clear that he was blaming himself. If they could all distract his thoughts until they woke up and dissolved his guilt themself, then they’d have done enough.

~

It took them three days to wake. 

It was quiet. No one had noticed that they had shown signs of stirring. And so they were alone when they woke. Which they didn’t mind. It gave them time to get their bearings and recall just what had happened. Once they did remember, a sigh left them and they sat up slowly. A wince crossed their face as they did so, and they had to take a moment to let the pain subside before doing anything else. 

They pushed their hair out of their face and grimaced at how greasy it felt. It’d been a while then. Before anything else, they crawled over to their bag of things and changed out of the dirty ones. After that, grateful for the tent’s height, they stood up. A dizzy spell hit them, but they remained standing. Time to face the day. 

They left the tent quietly, bare feet making no sound as they moved. The boys were all around the camp, Prompto and Noctis sitting at the edge, Ignis was washing dishes, and Gladio was sitting by the fire. It was peaceful, and they were loath to break the peace. But…Noctis. They remembered his face clearly when they’d been hurt. It wouldn’t be fair to make him wait for them any longer.

“Hey guys.” They said softly. They smiled slightly at how startled they all were. But then Noctis’ head whipped around and the sheer look of relief on his face was worth waking up for. 

“You’re awake.” 

He rose from his spot and crossed the distance between them and him, wrapping them into an almost bone crushing hug. They held him gently in return. 

“I’m so sorry.” He muttered into their hair, and they shook their head.

“Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault.” 

They didn’t know how long they stood together. Noctis’ embrace spoke volumes about how scared he was. As if he was pressing his fear of losing them into their hug. 

They closed their eyes and pressed their forehead into his shoulder. “I’m here. I’m here.”

Prompto:

“No, no, no!” He was frantic in trying to stop the bleeding. He no longer had any potions on him, and the others were still fighting the daemon he missed. Because he had missed. He knew better than to shoot if someone was near his target. Precisely because this might happen.

He’d been aiming for the joint on the Iron Giant’s arm, one of the few weak points that he could take advantage of. With a piercer bullet, it would have been enough to down it. But, due to bad luck and horrible timing, at the same time as he pulled the trigger the giant had grabbed them. Which put them right in the bullet’s path. 

The cry that tore out of them would probably haunt him for the rest of his life. 

After that things were a blur. The others must have intervened at some point, but he’d only really become aware of his surroundings again when he was by their side, hand pressing down on their chest. 

“Hey, hey, look at me.” He said shakily. 

It was scary seeing how they struggled to focus on him. But they managed it. He thanked the astrals one at a time for that. 

“P-prom?” 

“Shh, you’ll be alright soon, okay?” He glanced up from them when he heard the others begin to run over to them. He kept praying that one of them had, at the very least, a potion. His heart was beating frantically when they passed out, and panic soon followed.

“What happened?” Ignis asked, looking them over and then at Prompto.

“They- I- The giant!” He gestured to them, “Shot in the shoulder.”

Ignis quickly pulled Prompto’s hand away, thankful he still had a potion on hand. However, it was their last one. So whatever this didn’t heal would have to heal naturally. 

He shattered the potion above the wound and watched as the skin knitted back together. Prompto’s hands were shaking as their breathing evened out. Their blood was staining his hands and he felt sick at the sight. He’d caused this. He had shot them and now they had passed out, and thank the six for Ignis having a potion.

“Prompto, we’re near the Longwythe rest area. We’ll get a hotel there until they recover, alright?” Ignis said, standing up and patting his shoulder before going over to the others to explain the situation.

“Right,” he says a half beat too late to be heard, “Okay.”

~

He sighed heavily, looking at their face as they slept. The chair he was sitting on was one of those hard wooden ones, the only one he could pull up to their bed close enough. They were pale and it was startling to see someone who was usually so energetic so still. 

The others thought the same of him honestly. They all in turn were watching him. They’d all taken a bad hit, and all have had to recover for a time. But Prompto was taking this harder than any other time. 

They all were used to the boundless energy that the pair bounced off one another, magnifying it beyond control sometimes. (Often involving Noctis as well.) To see both so quiet was unnerving. To the point where they were all silent. 

Eventually, Ignis caught Noctis’s eye and gesture with his head to the door. He followed the adviser, and stepped out behind him and shut the door.

“Yeah Specs?” 

“I really think we should get Prompto out of the room for now.” 

Noctis glanced at the closed door and then back at Ignis, “Specs, I honestly don’t think anyone would be able to pull him away right now.”

“You have to try.” Ignis replied, “It’s not good for him to dwell on this. When they wake and can help him forgive himself maybe, but right now he’s spiraling. Get him some fresh air. They should wake in a few hours.”

With a resigned sigh, Noctis nodded, and then headed back into the room. He could never stand to be the one waiting for someone to wake up. He’d been on the otherside of this situation, making everyone wait for him when he was a child. So he didn’t know how to handle the feeling of helplessness, even as the sleeping person was healing.

“Hey Prompto? Come here for a sec.” He started, staying by the door.

Prompto glanced away from the person in the bed to Noctis, and then nodded. He got up slowly and crossed the room. Upon reaching Noctis’s side, Noctis threw his arm around Prompto’s shoulders. Quickly he began guiding them out of the room and hurriedly put together a lie to get the blond to stay outside for a bit.

“Sania just called,” he began, “She was wondering if we could help her find a…rare frog around here.” 

His face twisted up at his own lie, but he stuck with it. “Since we’re here we might as well take a look right.” 

“Uh…Noct?” Prompto sounded about as disbelieving as Noctis felt about what he made up.

“Yeah Prom?” 

“We’re in a desert dude.” Prompto deadpanned.

“…did I mention it was rare?”

Prompto stopped in his tracks and Noctis stopped with him. A sigh left him as he looked on the ground. But then, he looked back up at Noctis, the beginnings of a smile on his face. 

“I hate to say it buddy, but your lying skills suck.”

“Hey!” Noctis frowned and looked away from him. “I’m trying here.”

“I know.” Prompto huffed in amusement. He threw his own around around Noctis’s shoulders as well and started leading them to the crowsnest instead. “I know you’re just trying to help, but how about we don’t get all dirty in the desert and just snack on some fries instead?” 

“Sounds good to me.” Noctis smiled, and went along with him.

As long as it helped Prompto, he’d be willing to just chill in the diner for a few hours.

~

When they woke, it was in pain. Not terrible pain, but the pain of stiff muscles and of joints needing to pop. With a groan they sat up and stretched, taking a deep breath. Their chest hurt, but it was mild compared to their memory.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Ignis was nearby, sitting in a chair. It looked like he had been cleaning his daggers. 

“…Where’s Prompto?” They asked, once they found their voice.

“With Noctis I assume. Would you like me to call him?” Ignis had already taken his phone out before they even nodded.

He handed them the phone and they waited for Prompto to pick up.

“Heyas Iggs. What’s up?”

“Prom?” They only said his name and silence fell. 

Suddenly there was clattering, receding foot steps, and a confused prince calling after Prompto. It took only about ten seconds before the room door burst open and a winded Prompto came flying through. He was at their side before Ignis was even on his feet. The surprise on Ignis’s face would have been hilarious, if Prompto wasn’t near tears and holding them tightly against himself.

“I’m so so sorry!” He started. Before long, he’d worked himself into a fit of guilt. But they were working just as hard to calm him down.

“Prom, It’s not your fault.”