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[son-of-regis]

It was a quiet night and Noctis felt alone in his new apartment. It was different since he wasn’t surrounded by people like he used to be in the Citadel. He picked up his phone from the charger and send a message to Gladio.

[text Gladio]: Gladdy can I come over? It’s really lonely at the apartment. Plus i kinda want some company.

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[shieldxflucis]

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It certainly was a long day. Opening the door with a sigh from the garage, the old Shield sighs tiredly and looks up and around at his home before gently smiling. As much as he enjoys being with his dear friend, being home and able to rest was nice in its own way. Looking over at a clock he sighs. But it was late, no doubt the children were in bed. Gently walking in, he starts to put some things away before going to the fridge and opens it to look for anything to eat. Maybe there were leftovers from dinner.

[heartonmytrigger]

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Well, of course, it was a bad idea to take his shirt of in the same room as the most perceptive person in the group. It was honestly annoying having to hide two separate brands on his body, but at least, the shield saw the one with less terrible implications behind it. That was the only silver lining in this. Quickly, he slipped his shirt back on, turning his back away from Gladiolus and not having the balls to look him in the eyes. “It’s nothing. Just a tattoo is all.” the gunner lied and shrugged, “I wouldn’t have thought it was a big deal considering half of your skin is basically a big tattoo.” He tried to smile casually.

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It was a force of habit these days; to raise his plate towards Gladiolus the moment he was out of his place where the delicate, Pâté covered crackers could have passed through a number of his rival’s hands. He would never risk dying from such a simple dish that would be washed down with his already passed, yet horrendously bitter, wine. Now that would just be embarrassing.  But his Rook could handle such things without a fuss, where the poison laced through the liver would do nothing more than scrunch up his nose and earn him a rewards later. Gladiolus had been trained so well. So the King arched a brow at his Rook, waiting his response with the ever present air of control. 

“ Well? ”

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If there was one thing that Prompto adored doing, it was shifting and nesting himself on Gladio in some form. Right then, the tiny yellow budgie was in the man’s shirt pocket with the flap on his head. A small peek of yellow feathers and a beak showed to anyone that was walking by and Prompto had little to no desire to leave said pocket.

Of course, the time came and he wasn’t too happy about it. Once the wind died down a bit, he wiggled out and shifted back to sit next to Gladio, immediately cuddling himself into his side. 

“You’re the warmest person I’ve ever met in my entire life and I’m staying right here okay? You’ll have to get me surgically removed if you ever want a normal life again, Gladio.” As if Prompto ever left his side to begin with. He shoved long fingered, cold hands under Gladio’s shirt to press against his skin. “See? Like a living heater, my favorite heater. My lovely shield~!’

[rexmajestatis]

Slowly hands him a baby coeurl

Noct’s feline-based rambling comes with an abrupt halt with a noise that is definitely a squeak, but he’s a little too preoccupied to be embarrassed about it as he takes the cub. It’s all paws and whiskers and fluff and oh god he’s in love. He will take a bullet for this cub. It officially owns his soul. Nose to nose with the cub, he breathes a quiet, “Hi there.”

He will be properly appreciative later, but for the moment he has completely forgotten Gladio’s existence.

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continue from here X

Noctis sometimes hated being in a wheel chair. He was used to running up to the male but now he had to have someone push him around. “Are you free? I was hoping we can hang out” He said. “I want to get out of my room”

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He feels on edge, anxious, and hyper aware of things. It’s doing him no good, and he knows what’s wrong. But his eyes shift to Prompto, then to Ignis. No doubt the older knows, but if Noctis could avoid it-- he’s rather the blond didn’t find out. Noctis had suggested this hunt be handled by just himself and Galdio. Maybe it’s obvious on his face, there’s no real protest. But once far enough, the younger reached out and gripped his shield’s wrist tightly. It’s then that Noctis realizes he had been shaking. 

It’s a part of him that he hides, he’s gotten very good at keeping the illusion. To keep his twisted looks, his damned horns and that tail suppressed. But Gladio knows, he knows all too well. 

“I--” a pause, a breath, “I can’t hold it back, can we-- we’re far enough that no one will see.”