Tag: Noctis Lucis Caelum

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.

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!

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]

Three Brothers – Imagine

Imagine for a moment that, though Noctis is the child the crystal chose, he is not Regis’s only child. 

Rather there was a young Galadian girl, with eyes that were the envy of Leviathan and hair the color of raven’s wings, the strands even changed in the sunlight light much like the feathers of the creatures. A hunter and fighter, fluid as the sea and no less forgiving. 

He’d come back for her as he’d swore to do, but he was too many years too late. She had burned in the fires of war with a girl that looked too much like her, and much to young. He’d only been able to save her son, one who’s hair didn’t change color with the light, but was a dusty black. 

Regis could recognize it from the mirror. 

(But those eyes were not lost to him no. Her eyes still stared back at him from behind a Kingsglaive mask, and every time he saw them, he’d offer a silent prayer to the woman for forgiveness, for turning her son into his weapon.)

The second great love of his life was a retainer of his. Her wit was sharper than anyone in the room with her, and her composure was second to none. Fair of hair and with eyes as green as the Duscaen forests. He was married, but his wife had been friends with him and only friend before this, and both had their romances on the side. 

But then she had to end it and married a lord, another retainer of his, and stepped down as a retainer. The timing of their first child was off. “Premature by a month” they’d claimed. Part of him always wondered if the hurried wedding had anything to do with the fact that his hair, though fair like hers, was dusty like his.

(And as the child grew, with her sharp wit, sharper even, but with the face he’d had when he was young, he knew. For the first six years of the child’s life, he watched over him, and decided that this one, this one at the very least, would be kept as close to himself as he dared.)

The third came when the friend, seeing age and stress killing her king, offered her heart to him. She was the one who could stay. Who he wouldn’t have to leave behind. He accepted, loving her until her last breath when illness took her away. And the loving their child enough for the both of them, a child with his hair, and the blue of the crystal in his eyes once he was chosen as the crystal’s heir, but her face in his cheekbones, and an innocence that held onto him even into adulthood. 

(How he’d cried when the crystal chose him for another fate. Was he cursed? Couldn’t he keep at least one of them safe? Couldn’t he hold at least one of the close?)

When death came to him, he welcomed it, sending a young girl with his first son, praying that they’d live. 

When death came for the first son, he didn’t regret it. He’d always had a connection with the king’s magic, and knew in the back of his mind that’d he be worthy of the ring, for only long enough to get it and Luna to safety. But he never knew why he was worthy until he was dead, and the kings had to deal with a stubborn ghost of a man, hell bent on cursing them in the after life for destroying the men that could have been his family. 

Death couldn’t take the second son. No. Ignis couldn’t see the spirit of Nyx holding his left wrist, keeping the kings from taking his younger brother’s life, holding the burning at bay. He could at least save one of them, now that he knew. But it still took it’s price, leaving the second in the darkness forever, even when the light would return. He had his guesses why it didn’t take him, from having seen a picture of the former king when he was younger. And it made the vision from the messenger almost too much to bear. 

How he’d wished Noctis had agreed to stop their adventure, to refuse to go to his fate. 

When it was time for Noctis to enter the crystal, Bahamut told him all. The god did not offer him pity, but rather begged for understanding. The gods made a mistake with Ardyn, one that he’d pay for. They were too weak to help him, they hadn’t meant for him to fall. And Noctis, with the compassion of his mother aiding him, forgave Bahamut and the gods. He forgave his wayward uncle.

He was family too. 

Namelist: Noctis

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In between writing stuff, I’ll be posting namelists for certain characters of FFXV. 

These are basically playlists which use songs that spell out their names, songs which I believe suit them according to their personalities, backstories, and HCs regarding their tastes.

The songs are linked per letter of the person’s name.

I’ll be posting the bros first, of course. If you like what I set up, feel free to request a playlist for any other character in the FFXV-verse.

First up is the Prince of Lucis.

Happy listening!

[Otherwise, the full list of songs is under the cut. This is in case you can’t go on Youtube right now, or you don’t really want to listen to the full list. 

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Wing AU

Prompto Week Day 7 (10/25): Free choice

Unfortunately, I won’t be around tomorrow, and didn’t get a chance to write what I wanted for Prompto’s birthday. So, instead you can have a work in progress Wing AU. Unedited so far I’m afraid. But I didn’t want to miss the last day. I hope you enjoy none the less! 

Chirp.

The moment the noise left him, Prompto slapped both hands
over his mouth. His eyes widened and he spun on heel to dash out of the
citadel. The woman that had caused the chirp snapped her head toward him and
her own eyes widened. He dropped his hands from his mouth and started sprinting
for the door. The woman gave a surprised cry and he could hear the beginning of
footsteps somewhere behind him. He was lucky they were so far away.

“Prompto?!” He heard Noctis call, but he couldn’t stop.
Nope.

He wasn’t going to let one small noise out him to his best
friend.

But he was getting ahead of himself.

Prompto Argentum was adopted, he knew that. His parents were
lovely people honestly, but hadn’t been prepared for what to do when their
child suddenly started growing his wings. Wings were normal enough in Insomnia.
The crystal gave them out left and right. No one knew why, it just was. But
wings like his?

Less than common.

Like maybe one in a million winged births
will result in his wing class common. (And it was a BIG maybe.) Like supposed
to report his pattern to the nearest government agency common. Like supposed to
be given over to the citadel for protection common, because of the abilities
they supposedly granted.

That is to say, not common at all.

His parents didn’t want to give him
up though. They had tried for so long to adopt a child, they weren’t going to
let this take him away from them. And so, they hid him. He grew up hiding his
wings. Though people knew he was one of the winged, they’d never seen them. His
parents had made up some excuse of an accident before he was adopted,
preventing him from flying. Made it a point that he never wanted his wings seen
because of this. Made sure to invest in baggy clothes and wing binders to hold
them tightly against his back.

But he was 15 now, and his parents
were hardly around. He was dealing with hiding his wings on his own. He’d done
his research on his wings, and knew that running into another of his wing class
wasn’t ever likely. But he should have been prepared for something like this
just in case. Especially since he had been planning on hanging out with Noctis
in the citadel today.

A person in his wing class, as one of
their abilities, could always recognize another in their wing class. He hadn’t
believed it until that day.

He had almost reached the door when
he heard the air shattering behind him, signaling a warp. Arms wrapped around
his waist stopping his momentum. He gave a small cry of surprise and hastily
grasped at the door handle. But he was lifted off his feet and away from his goal.

“YOU FOUND ANOTHER ONE!” The woman
shouted, joy in her voice.

Of course, she had to be a
kingsglaive. That was just his luck.

He lightly kicked his feet, and
pushed at her arms, but it was half-hearted. He knew there was no way to get
out of the woman’s hold. She was a trained solider, and he… he was just
Prompto.

“Let go!” He said, wiggling as much
as he could. At the very least, since he couldn’t get her to put him down, he
could make it hard for her. And you never knew, she might listen.

But she didn’t listen and was already
walking back over to the people she had with Prompto tucked under her arm like
a football. “Not a chance. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to meet
another like me?”

He huffed and went dead weight.

“For about as long as I’ve been hiding
I imagine.” He muttered.

They passed by Noctis, who looked
distraught by the state of his own wings, and groaned. Ignis was beside him and
he looked puzzled to say the least. Confused. That wasn’t a good sign either.
If Ignis didn’t know what to do in this situation Prompto had no chance. Gladio
meanwhile was laughing. At least he knew he was way beyond help, but in no
danger. (He made a mental note to get back at Gladio later.)

“Crowe, put the kid down, you’re
scaring the prince.” One of the men said in exasperation, but his expression
was amused.

The woman, Crowe he mentally told
himself, glanced back over her shoulder at Noctis and set him down. However,
she must have known that he was going to try and dart away, because she kept
her arms around him. And then rested her chin on top of his head. He could feel
his feathers slightly puffing up in annoyance, not that they could see them. He
was stuck.

“There, happy?” She asked.

Even though Prompto knew that the
question wasn’t directed at him he said, “No.”

He crossed his arms and glowered at
the men she had been walking with. He knew he should have been panicking. He
didn’t know what to do if they found out about his wings. But being around
another with his wings…it was actually a little calming. Didn’t change the fact
he’d basically been kidnapped right in front of his friends.

He sighed and crossed his arms. “Can
I please go back to my friends?”

“Yeah Crowe, let the kid go. Why’d
you grab him anyways… You know him?” The other man asked while looking Prompto
up and down, a disapproving look on his face.

He was tempted to make a face at him
for that look.  

“Nope, sorry kid, you’re the first
I’ve seen and I’m keeping you for as long as I can.” She said, and her arms
tightened around him. He could practically feel the smile from her.

But that was when his friends finally
decided to try and save him. Try being the operative word. They approached
slowly. Gladio was still completely relaxed, but Ignis was a little ruffled.
Probably from Noctis worrying about why Prompto tried to make a break for it.
She was in his wing class though, and people in his wing class tended not to
let go once they decided someone was theirs. Not to mention, it really did feel
like he’d found a family member. And it annoyed him a little, how right
everything felt. No one was ever supposed to find out, and now that they would,
he couldn’t even feel panicked about it.

“Uh…Glaive Crowe, was it?” Ignis said
in a careful tone of voice. “If you could please explain why you…stole, for
lack of a better word, our friend?”

“Because he’s mine now.” She said,
clearly keeping to her word of not letting him go. “I’ll give him back
eventually.”

“Whoops, you’ve done it now Crowe.” One
of the men muttered.

She was standing close enough to kick
him, so she did. “Shut it Nyx.”

He looked over at his friends and
nearly squeaked. Noctis looked…upset to say the least. Magpies were known to be
possessive. Like, super possessive. So it probably did nothing for his mood to
hear one of the glaive claiming him.

“Prompto isn’t anyone’s.” He said
firmly, but his eyes were speaking a different story. Mine. Mine. Mine. You could practically see the thoughts flashing
across his forehead. He was technically in Noctis’s inner circle. Which Noctis
was probably banking on to get her to release him.

“Nope, I have every right to him
now.” Crowe said, which only agitated the prince more. Prompto remained silent,
knowing that it was true. Wing classes were treated like family. Especially the
rare patterns. Though blood always trumped wings. But, unfortunately, none of
his actual family was here. And the circle ranked below wing class. So he was
stuck.

Noctis was about to open his mouth to
argue, but Crowe cut him off. Her wings slowly opened behind her and wrapped
around both her and Prompto. It was unexpected and everyone froze. Hugging
someone with your wings was considered something only for circles, or pattern
families. Since they all knew she’d never met him before today, and she wasn’t
a part of Noctis’s circle, it was obvious to which he belonged.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone you were
friends with a Kestrel, Prince Noctis?” Crowe said, staring at him.

Instead of answering her, he looked
at Prompto. “You’re a KESTREL?”

His voice rose in pitch with every
word, bordering on panic.

Prompto shrugged helplessly from his
feathery prison. “Uh…surprise?”

Without meaning to, he hid a bit
further behind Crowe’s wings upon seeing Noctis’s panic.

“I thought you were a Chickadee! Like
your parents!”

“I’m adopted!” He fired back.

The two bickered back and forth while
Noctis got closer to the pair, trying to figure out a way to steal back his
friend. Eventually, he settled for trying to pluck out one of Crowe’s feathers.
She wasn’t too happy about that, and with the citadel’s ceiling so high,
threatened to take flight with his friend. Magpies, though fast, wouldn’t be
able to out fly a kestrel. The two dissolved into arguing then, while Libertus
and Nyx both remained quiet and observed them with smiles.

“There hasn’t been a Kestrel in the
inner circle in so long…” Ignis muttered suddenly, and at that everyone fell
silent.

This changed things. A lot. Even
Prompto knew that.

There already was an uproar when
Noctis had been discovered to be a magpie. A pattern that hadn’t been seen
since the rouge queen herself, who had turned Insomnia upside down on its head
during her rule, leading the nation into prosperity. Magpie were thought to herald
a change. And a Kestrel hadn’t been in the inner circle for generations, even though
they had records of every kestrel since the 57th king.

He had been the one who had
discovered that Kestrels have a certain degree of magic in them. He was also
the one, unfortunately, who discovered that if someone killed a Kestrel
patterned person, they gained their abilities. Since that king, the royal family
has taken in all Kestrels to be protected from such a fate, due to the king’s
loss of a dear friend. So far, Regis had only one in his care. And she was
currently holding the boy who would be second in her arms.

“Just what’s going on here?” Suddenly
came a voice from behind them all.

Regis and Clarus were walking down
the hall together towards them, Regis looking rather amused by the groups
antics. Immediately, the glaives, along with Ignis and Gladio, bowed once they
saw who it was. Crowe’s bow was rather awkward considering she still had not
released Prompto.

“Highness.” Ignis said before
straightening. “We have a bit of a…”

Before he could finish Crowe chimed
in, “This boy is a Kestrel!”

Prompto gave a noise of distress upon
hearing her tell the king. Oh six, what if this really did get his parents in
trouble? He once again started to struggle against her hold. “She’s delusional
your majesty!”

He stomped on her foot and she
hissed. But her hold only tightened. “I am not you little-“

“Enough.” Clarus called, a frown
settling on his face.

Prompto immediately settled. He
crossed his arms though, and tucked his head between his shoulders. He looked
like a very upset chickadee then. Which, considering he was raised by two, made
sense. All he was missing was the…

“We need to see his wings, and that
will settle this.”

“W-what?” Prompto looked over at
Noctis’s father with wide eyes.

“Please, show us your wings.” Regis
said it kindly, but his face was pulled tight. To prove it, they needed to see
the pattern itself.

He looked at Noctis, who was
frowning. “Dad…I mean your majesty, he…his wings were hurt as a child. So he
binds them to his back.”

Regis only raised his eyebrow at
Prompto, and he knew he couldn’t lie. His own father would make that face at
him and he knew lying wasn’t the way to go.

“That’s… not entirely true.” He said
softly. “I didn’t want to leave my mom and dad.”

He lied anyways. Let them believe it
was his idea. Maybe then some of the fault would be taken from his parents.

“Wait…So…” Noctis looked pale. “You’ve
been binding your wings this whole time, and they’re healthy?”

“Yes.” He tucked his head behind some
of Crowe’s feathers, and she subtly shifted her wings to better cover him.

“Prom!” Noctis sounded upset.

“Miss Crowe, if you could be so kind
as to release the boy, I think we should probably go and get that binder off him.”
Regis said. He then turned to Ignis and continued, “Ignis, if you could be so
kind as to send for someone from the infirmary for a wing check?”

“As you wish.” Ignis bowed and then
left at a quick pace. But not before casting a worried look back at Prompto
before leaving.

“So long as I get him back soon.” Crowe
said with a small smile. She let go and Prompto tried darting for the doors
again, flight instincts kicking in now that he had a chance. But this time
Gladio scooped him up and put him over his shoulders, while Prompto let out a
yelp.

“Glady! Let go! Put me down!” He
said, starting to swipe at his back. “I need to go home!”

They ignored him until he calmed
down, to which Clarus said, “Are you sure he’s a Kestrel? He certainly has the temperament
of a chickadee.”

“If he’s not I’ll cut off my wings.”
Crowe said with a shrug. She was very sure of herself. But then she bowed to
the king. “By your leave, your highness.”

“As you will.” Regis waved a hand at
her and she turned to rejoin her friends. They nudged her with their elbows,
grins on their face, happy that she wouldn’t be alone in the Kestrel quarters
now.

Meanwhile, Prompto once again went
dead weight. Noctis occasionally let out a soft noise, trying to reassure him
as they walked, but he was ignoring him, content to play dead no matter how
ridiculous he looked in front of the king at the moment.

Blame it on the bird instincts.