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any news?

Op here! And I would be more than okay with it ^^

Awesome work, anon!

(Filler here) Sorry I posted this like RIGHT before I went to bed, this is just part one. But thank you!

"Okay, great. Now you're up there. Good job, your Highness."

"I sure am, Gladio, thank you for appreciating my efforts."

"And do you have plans on getting down?"

"I sure as shit don't, Gladio, warping is not an exact science, okay? I was under the impression that my loyal and very competent bodyguards had an entire career built around knowing what to do at times like this."

"Oh, I know exactly what to do. Hey, Prompto?"

"Yeah?"

"This needs to be documented. For posterior-ity."

"Prompto I swear to all Six that if I so much as hear the click on that camera I am going to use it as a lure and eat whatever I catch with it. Just hold up my stupid pants so I can warp back into them, preferably BEFORE the press gets a shot of my bare ass dangling from a balcony!"

Click.

"DAMN IT."

Mmm, yes please.

Oooooh, yes please!

Yep yep yep, do want!

Heh. Budget bachelor party? y/y?

... "the sexening" AHAHA

Oh I am weak for a good sex pollen gangbang where one person isn't affected by the pollen.

OP HERE I DIDN'T KNOW THIS WAS BEING FILLED HOLY SHIT
You're making it work so well I was giggling the whole time oh my goddd I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY I'M SO HAPPY this is perfection

All the characters are perfect for their roles I love it I LOVE IT I can't wait to know where this is going thank youuuu

I didn't even consider this a pairing but goddamn, I've been converted.
I drew this based on it too:
https://68.media.tumblr.com/2da8f26ae4994338e7b0128899c1db1a/tumblr_olwgxxUIXp1w2djoco1_1280.jpg

hope u like it

A!A here!

Aaaaa I am so glad you like it! This is just so FUN to write, because I love that movie and the characters really fit. Thank you for coming up with the prompt!

I'm posting an edited version of the fic up on AO3--I added some extra bits re: Ignis' backstory and motivations, and changed the scene where he gave Noct a coat to a scene where he made Noct pastries, because I felt that worked more with the FFXV universe. Little things like that! The link is here if you're interested, (I'm all caught up with what's on the meme so far) but I'll keep posting on the kinkmeme for folks who aren't keen on AO3:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9901340

AN: I'm also uploading this on AO3! I've added some things to the previous parts and edited some scenes to flow better (hopefully), so if y'all are interested, the link is here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9901340

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Gladiolus Amicitia walked into the reception room of the Leville to see the scrawny, dark-haired friend of the conman stuck halfway through an upper window. The man had stripped down to his black dress shirt to prevent his jacket from getting scratched on the edge of the window, and had it balled up under one arm. The problem he hadn’t accounted for was that shaving half an inch of fabric did nothing when you weren’t skinny enough to fit through the gap in the first place. His shoulders were firmly wedged against the frame, and his right shoe dangled from his toes as he tried to maneuver himself into a better position. A ring on a chain hung loose at his neck, clinking against the ledge.

“Need any help, there?” Gladio asked.

“You know what, fuck you,” said the boy. Gladio laughed.

“For a con artist, you’re kind of terrible at last-minute escapes,” he said. He pulled a chair out from behind a desk and sat down directly in front of the boy, watching him with every sign of amusement. “They say you’re our prince Noctis, you know.”

“You got it wrong,” said the kid. “I’m just Noct. And Ignis is the con artist. I’m just the… the sap. I can’t believe they even dragged my dog into this!”

Gladio made a noise of mock sympathy. “My heart bleeds, man. You want me to give you a push?”

Noct glared at him. “No.”

“Just asking.” He crossed his legs and sat back, and the other man let out an aggrieved sigh.

“Is he still out there?” Noct asked.

“What, the Shen-something guy?”

“Scientia.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Noct nodded. “He’s not coming in, if that’s what you’re worried about. Man looks like he’s about to have a breakdown.”

“Good,” said Noct. “He deserves it.”

“Ouch.” Gladio watched him wriggle about for another few seconds, and finally took pity on him. “Look, let me grab your arm and I can—“

“I’m fine!” Noct said. Then there was a… pressure in the air around them, and he disappeared in a flash of blue light. His shoe landed on the carpet, and there was another flash, and the man was crashing to the floor.

Gladio took a step back.

“Right,” Noct said. “That happened. You didn’t see that, okay?”

“No,” Gladio said, holding out his hands to block the man’s escape. “No, no. I definitely saw that. You warped.”

Noct stared at him with a sullen glare that would have put the collective force of Altissia’s teenagers to shame. “Yeah? So I’m a freak, so what?” He tried to dodge around him, but Gladio matched him step for step. “Love of Shiva, man, what’s your deal?”

“Ok, calm down,” Gladio said, partly to himself. “Right now, there’s a guy hyperventilating on the stairs because he thinks you’re prince Noctis. And you know what?” He squinted at him, examining the line of his face, the shape of his eyes, his delicate cheekbones. “I think he might be right.”

“Well, since you’ve all decided for me—“

Gladio spun the boy around and pushed him into the chair. “Stop being an asshole for a second and listen,” he said. “No one warps anymore. No one uses magic anymore. Not since the Fall. Because the only people with magic were Noctis, Regis, and the Glaives, and the Glaives all lost their skills when the king died. So that leaves one person who could ever do what you just did.”

They stared at each other in silence for a while.

“That ring around your neck,” Gladio said. “You think you can try it on?”

He saw something in the man’s eyes snap. “Fine,” he said. “Fine. It’s probably a fake, though. Just like everything else is, just like Ignis and Prompto. But if you want to know so bad, sure.” He pulled off the necklace and unhooked it, slid out the ring, and shoved it onto the ring finger of his right hand.

An overpowering wave of magic pulsed outward from the ring, sending Gladio to his knees.

Outside, in the entranceway, Ignis and Clarus staggered. The lights of the Leville flickered, and Clarus Amicitia felt the familiar hum of the ring of Lucii’s magic for the first time since the ring, and the prince, had disappeared from his grasp over ten years ago.

“Holy hell,” Gladio said, from his spot on the floor.

The man on the chair in front of him opened eyes that shone a brilliant violet. He lifted his hand wonderingly, tilting the ring so that he could peer through the black clasp that held it, and turned his unsettling gaze to the man at his feet.

“Gladio?” he said. The violet in his eyes faded, and he blinked. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Noct?”

The prince nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah… I… I remember you. What the hell do they feed people in Altissia? Steroids and protein shakes?”

“Come here, you smartmouth piece of—“

Gladio pulled Noct into a crushing embrace, ignoring Noct’s squeak of dismay as his arms were pinned to his sides. He lifted him as he stood, and the two of them went wheeling into a wall, where they fell onto a chaise lounge that hadn’t been made to withstand the force of two bodies striking it at full weight. Its legs collapsed, and so did they.

“How much?” Gladio asked. He kept a hand on Noct’s shoulder, unable to pull away. He felt that if he let go, the prince would disappear again, and none of this would have happened. Noct glanced at his clenching fingers but didn’t comment. “How much do you remember? Why didn’t you find us until now? Where the hell were you?”

“I remember bits and pieces,” Noct said, grinning madly. “I know you looked better without the ponytail.” Gladio scowled. “The rest is… it’s kind of a long story.”

“Yeah, I bet. I’m going to get my dad. Just wait h—no, no, come with me.” He dragged the protesting prince to the door, kicked it open, and yanked him out into the open.

“Dad!” he shouted, holding out the hand with the ring as though Noct were an unnecessary afterthought. “We got ourselves a prince!”

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Prompto Argentum was lost. It was his own fault, really. It’s just around the block! he’d said. Who loses their way in half a mile of apartments? he’d said. Well, if Ignis didn’t kill him for staying out after dark in a strange city, Luna would. He peered up at an arching stairway and tried to remember if he’d seen it before. It would help if Altissian architecture made any sense, but that was asking too much of it, really. Still, it did make for some interesting shots.

He swiveled the lens of his camera and backed up, focusing on a spot where a bird’s nest was wedged in the corner of a stair and a lamp-post.

Hopefully Ignis wasn’t fucking this up again. That Noct was the prince wasn’t a concern anymore, but Ignis had a mean streak for self-destruction. Oh, he cared for Prompto well enough—doted on him, if Prompto was being honest—but when it came to his own life? He was a grade-A train wreck in the making.

Prompto turned, still looking through the camera, and got an eyeful of an almost familiar face. He lowered the camera, blinking into the darkness at the light haired, white-robed man who stepped towards him out of the shadows of an alley.

He had a very… purposeful step. Prompto shivered. He knew what that meant. Trouble.

He didn’t wait to see what the man wanted. One glance at the sword at his side told Prompto all he needed to know, and a life of ducking MT patrols had made him wary. Never hesitate, Iggy had told him, when they were just starving teenagers scraping a living out of the wreckage of the Citadel. Neither will they.

Prompto spun on his toes and ran.

Third

OP: Thank you soo much. I'm excited to read more

Amazing you're amazing thank you so much for sharing!

(i loved this prompt so i had to take a crack at it but they didnt end up penetratively fucking so theres not much size kink going on im sorry op..... i thought id still post it here in case anyone is interested. it's also on ao3! http://archiveofourown.org/works/9916310 )

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Gladio rolls over, grumbling. It’s cold tonight, even with the remains of the campfire casting a faint glow across the walls of their tent, and he can’t seem to get comfortable.

From this position he can see Prompto, curled up with his back to Gladio a few feet away. It’s hard to tell in this light, but Gladio thinks he might be shivering.

Gladio thinks about Ignis in the next tent over, probably rolling Noctis into a blanket burrito with fastidious precision at this very moment, and his course of action becomes clear.

“Prompto,” he says across the scant distance between their sleeping bags. Prompto stirs in response.

“Huh?”

“C’mere.”

A few beats of silence later, the back of Prompto’s neck visibly reddens. Gladio stifles a smile.

“I’m cold,” he continues, figuring it’ll be easier to get Prompto to do this if he doesn’t frame it in a way that suggests he’s concerned. “You gonna come warm me up?”

Prompto’s sleeping bag rustles as he rolls to face Gladio. His face is shadowed, but his narrow shoulders are definitely trembling.

“You’re cold? Really? With all that insulation?”

“Yep.” Gladio keeps his tone amicable. If he refuses to rise to the bait, Prompto has no way to deflect.

He’s silent for long enough that Gladio thinks he might just refuse outright, but eventually there’s more rustling and the noise of a zipper. Prompto flops out of his sleeping bag a second later and all but rolls across the tent instead of standing up and making the two-step journey like a normal person.

“Guess I’ll help you out then,” he says once he arrives, grinning wide enough for Gladio to count his molars.

Gladio unzips his own sleeping bag without comment to let Prompto wriggle inside.

It’s a tight squeeze, even though Gladio’s sleeping bag is much bigger than the other three. Thankfully Prompto makes no attempts at propriety once they’re zipped back up, allowing himself to be sandwiched into the curve of Gladio’s bicep and drawn close without complaint.

At first, his body doesn’t offer much in the way of heat at all. He’s frigid every place they’re touching, from his bare freckled sternum to the socked feet that he tucks up against Gladio’s shins. Gladio grits his teeth against the chill and hauls him even closer.

“Uh, that’s,” Prompto starts, but then he pushes his cold nose up against the side of Gladio’s neck and exhales softly, so Gladio figures whatever he was saying can’t be that important.

Once Prompto’s limbs thaw out, it starts feeling nicer to have him so close. They’d had a motel stay recently, so neither of them even stink, and the tight space keeps Prompto from fidgeting much.

Gladio’s eyelids get heavy as he relaxes, hold on Prompto slackening until he’s just got a palm resting flat against the small of his back. He’s not sure when he starts rubbing in circles, hand moving slow over the knobs of Prompto’s spine through his too-thin t-shirt, but after a while he becomes aware that Prompto is shivering again.

“You okay?” Gladio asks. He cups his palm around the back of Prompto’s neck to check for fever or clamminess, but nothing seems weird. Nothing physiological, at least. The muffled squawk that Prompto lets out and the way he shudders against Gladio’s body both seem pretty off.

“Hey, hey, easy,” Prompto says, voice adopting a panicked edge. Gladio doesn’t understand what the hell is up with him until he feels something stiff graze his hip.

Upon realizing what it is, Gladio tries not to laugh. He’s pretty sure Prompto would die on the spot if he did, which would put all of his lifesaving efforts to waste. He keeps his hand curled around Prompto’s neck, feigning obliviousness as he subtly exerts pressure.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“Dude,” Prompto says, in tones of anguish. “You gotta stop.”

“How come?” Gladio rakes his fingers through the downy hair at the base of Prompto’s scalp. Prompto twitches in his arms.

“Because,” he says, breath gusting hard against Gladio’s ear as he attempts to point his boner in a direction that doesn’t put it on a collision course with Gladio’s sweatpants. “I, it’s, y’know— ”

For all the different ways Gladio’s imagined this might happen, this particular scenario has never been high on the list. Or on the list at all. Now that they’re in the middle of it, though, he can’t say he’s opposed.

He twists his fingers in Prompto’s hair, purposefully gentle, and tugs until Prompto’s head is tipped up to face him.

“You hard?”

Prompto lets out a noise of pure misery the likes of which Gladio usually only hears after they’ve been scrambling around in caves for a couple hours.

“I’ll go back to my side of the tent, okay, just don’t tell anyone, Noct’ll laugh at me forever.”

Gladio snorts. “Don’t worry about it,” he says. “Shit happens.”

Prompto stammers out a few syllables of nonsense before he appears to pick up what Gladio is putting down, eyes going wide and darting from Gladio’s face to the tent wall to the indistinct shape of their dirty clothes pile.

“Gladio,” he says at length. “Are you— ”

He breaks off, turning red. By way of response, Gladio strokes his thumb along the back of one of Prompto’s burning ears. He’s really soft there.

Prompto squirms, clearly trying to be subtle. In a space this small, Gladio thinks he’ll have to try a lot harder than that.

“You like that?” Gladio keeps his tone conversational, using the same voice he would to ask Prompto out for a morning jog.

“Shit,” Prompto says, with feeling. He drops his head to rest on Gladio’s collarbone, which serves the dual purpose of hiding his face and leaving the back of his neck vulnerable to Gladio’s machinations.

“C’mere,” Gladio repeats. He drops his hands down to Prompto’s hips and tugs him close again, pulling down the waistband of his sweatpants in one unceremonious motion. Prompto doesn’t seem to have worn any underwear to bed, which Ignis would hate but Gladio supposes is fine for their purposes.

He’d sort of expected to have to guide Prompto’s movements a little to get him going, but he shouldn’t have worried. The second they achieve firm dick-to-sweatpant contact, Prompto breathes out reverently and rolls his hips forward like he’s never felt anything better in his life. Maybe he hasn’t. There’s no real way to know what he gets up to when he’s not shooting guns or messing around with Noctis.

As he skims fingertips up and down the back of Prompto’s neck, Gladio thinks that tonight’s been illuminating in some ways at least. There’s one spot right at the nape that always seems to make him shudder, so Gladio focuses on it, kneading his thumb into the muscle there.

Prompto curses, shoving his dick up against Gladio’s hip with acute desperation. He’s probably leaving a wet spot, and Gladio isn’t sure when they’ll be able to do laundry next. They’ve warmed up enough now that it should be ok to lose some clothes, anyway.

“Hold on,” he says, and Prompto stops moving long enough for Gladio to ease his own sweatpants down his thighs. For good measure, he yanks his shirt off too, tossing it somewhere to the right of them.

This time Prompto doesn’t need any coaxing to shuffle in close. He’s got a dazed look in his eye as his focus shifts from Gladio’s chest to his face back and down to his chest again. When his dick bumps against Gladio’s bare skin, Prompto’s breath catches.

Soon he’s given up on looking at Gladio’s face even half the time. His eyes stay fixed on the place where his dick is pushed up against the warm ridged muscle of Gladio’s abs, hips rocking forward in tiny motions that Gladio isn’t even sure he knows he’s making.

“Okay,” Prompto mutters, “can I just—”

He cuts himself off to lay both of his hands on Gladio’s pecs, like they’re two holy relics or something. His hands are bony like the rest of him, calloused, raw and pink around the knuckles. He looks deep into Gladio’s eyes once he has them there, something like pleading etched across his flushed face.

“Knock yourself out,” Gladio says, even though he doesn’t get it. After all, Prompto has muscles of his own. Sure, they’re less impressive, but aren’t everyone’s?

Oblivious to Gladio’s confusion, Prompto takes a deep steadying breath and squeezes.

It’s not like he minds it, but Gladio hadn’t expected to receive this kind of attention over the course of this encounter. He’d thought it would be over by now, that Prompto would just hump his leg and then fall asleep like the shitty teenager Gladio’s never quite stopped thinking of him as.

Instead, Prompto seems to be ignoring his own dick completely. It’s still leaking a tiny puddle of precum somewhere in the neighborhood of Gladio’s belly button as Prompto leans forward with the curiosity of a scientist and flicks one of Gladio’s nipples.

Gladio makes a half-surprised noise at the sensation that he immediately wishes he could swallow. Prompto doesn’t even seem to notice. He’s too engrossed in the task at hand, teeth sunk deep into his bottom lip as he alternates between slow rough drags of his palms and gentle circles with his thumbs, pausing every so often to pinch one between his knuckles and tug.

In an embarrassing amount of time Gladio’s nipples are stiff and sensitive and his dick is straining up against the fabric of his briefs. As if that weren’t enough, Prompto bends his head and licks one, a quick wet flash of sensation that has Gladio’s head thumping backward against the tent floor.

“How’s that?” Prompto asks, glancing up with a smile that Gladio wants to wipe off his face. He’s never felt like putting someone in a headlock during sex before, but there’s a first time for everything.

Deciding they’d better get down to it, Gladio grunts and shifts in the sleeping bag so that he’s lying on his back with Prompto on top of him. He spreads his legs for Prompto to get between them and guides their dicks together until he can feel Prompto against him through his briefs, a warm heavy pressure nudging just underneath his cockhead.

He doesn’t miss the way Prompto looks down at him, turned-on and greedy with an edge of wonderment that’s pretty damn flattering.

“See somethin’ you like?” Gladio asks. Above him, Prompto swallows hard.

“You know I do, big guy,” he says, the effect of the words kind of ruined by the fact that his voice cracks in two places when he says them.

“Yeah,” Gladio agrees, unable to keep a faint note of amusement out of his voice even though he’s feeling a lot more urgent than he would have imagined when this started. “Looks like you’re kinda wet.”

Prompto’s dick jerks between them, forcing out another drop of fluid from the tip. Gladio almost wants to take a picture.

“That all for me?”

Prompto mumbles something incomprehensible, shoves his face against Gladio’s neck and breathes there as he clumsily drags his dick up and down the length of Gladio’s. Every upward movement of his body makes the sleeping bag rustle in a highly incriminating manner.

“You gonna come?” Gladio twines his fingers in Prompto’s hair and tugs his head to the side so he can bite at his neck. Not a smart move considering that the four of them will be up and in each other’s business bright and early tomorrow morning, but he can’t find it in him to care at the moment.

“Y— fuck, yeah,” Prompto manages. His Adam’s apple jumps as he screws his eyes shut. Gladio keeps his mouth where it is, kissing a line from Prompto’s neck to his shoulder. At first he’d been surprised that Prompto wasn’t louder, but but now that his ears are attuned to it all he can hear are Prompto’s ragged exhales, the moans he lets die in his throat.

When he comes, Prompto clings so tight to Gladio that he’s sure he’ll have bruises in the morning. He shoots all over the front of Gladio’s briefs, pulse after pulse of it until Gladio can feel the wetness soaking through. So much for not having to do laundry.

He sighs when he’s finished, draping himself against Gladio and finally losing the tension that’s kept him so wound up all night long.

“Good,” Gladio tells him, curling fingers into the nape of his neck. He’s not sure why he’s being so nice.

They lie like that for a few long moments before Prompto gathers himself back up again, fumbling at the waistband of Gladio’s underwear and letting out a breathless laugh when Gladio tries to stop him.

“You don’t—” Gladio starts, but Prompto waves him off.

“Trust me,” he says, “this isn’t just for you.”

Gladio isn’t sure how to argue with that, so instead he just lets Prompto peel down his briefs, spit into his own palm, and wrap it around Gladio’s dick with the air of a seasoned jerkoff professional.

“Prompto,” Gladio says, for a lack of anything else to say, and Prompto glances up at him with a grin that seems a lot less shit-eating than it had before.

“Next time I’ll blow you,” he says, eyes fixed on his hand as it works Gladio over. “If I can fit all that in my mouth.” He glances up again, sly this time, and Gladio abruptly revises his previous opinion.

“Fucker,” he says, dick twitching in Prompto’s hand.

Prompto takes this as his cue to reshuffle their positions, still pumping Gladio’s dick even as he closes his eyes and tilts his head and aims his open mouth at Gladio’s.

The kiss is wet, borderline painful, open-mouthed and full of teeth. The second their lips touch Gladio knows he’s about to lose it. He can’t keep his eyes open when he comes, hips bucking up into Prompto’s hand as he groans.

“Nice one,” Prompto tells him earnestly. Gladio would tell him to shut up, except he gets distracted when Prompto brings his dripping hand up to his mouth and starts sucking the cum off like it’s nothing.

The sight almost makes Gladio interested in going again, but the fire’s died all the way out by now and they need at least a few hours of sleep if they want to be functional tomorrow.

By the time the fanfare of getting the briefs off and mopping each other up with Gladio’s abandoned shirt has concluded, the dark outside the tent walls has lightened up considerably.

Gladio knows on some level that he should send Prompto back to his own sleeping bag, the better to pretend this never happened. Even so, as he wraps his arms around Prompto’s middle and Prompto yawns into his collarbone, the thought doesn’t occur to him.

D Y I N G

He's never felt like putting someone in a headlock during sex before, but there's a first time for everything.

Oh, Gladio. ♥

In the morning Noct and Nyx weave between each other in the bathroom as they brush their teeth; when they’re done they kiss again, each tasting of mint. This time it’s Noct who pulls away.

“If I take any longer, my dad is going to come up here and find me.”

Nyx eats breakfast -- omelettes this time -- quietly leaning against the kitchen counter, watching Regis and Noct of them bend their heads over a laptop and some files. Noct’s hair is dark and wild, Regis’ salt-and-pepper grey, tamed neatly into a coif; from above they look wildly different, but the way they move their hands and the slope of their noses are the same.

“See you tonight.” Nyx smells the faint trace of Noct’s aftershave as he brushes by him with a faint smile. He smiles back until Crowe walks into the room.

“He’s all yours,” Nyx says, schooling his face into impassivity. Crowe can probably smell impure thoughts.

“Morning, sir,” Crowe says to Regis, and then to Noct, “Mr. Caelum.” When he gets to Nyx, she nods at him. Cold, Crowe, he thinks at her. So cold.

Hessy calls him on his way home.

“I’m at your apartment,” she says when he picks up.

“What?” Suddenly Nyx is wide awake. “Did something happen, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Hessy says. Nyx’s heart thumps in his chest, starting to slow as he breathes in deep. “My apartment sprung a leak, they’re going to be working on it all morning.I figured I’d come visit since you canceled on me.”

“Hessy, I’m working tonight. I was planning to sleep.”

“And you can sleep!” Nyx can practically see her flap her hands at him. “After you spend an hour of time with me, and I’ll even cook you some real food.”

“I can cook,” Nyx protests. It’s for show, and Hessy knows it too.

“You can create sustenance,” Hessy corrects him. “I’ll make you enough leftovers for the week. You can return the favor by coming to visit me sometime.”

Nyx knows when he’s beat. He capitulates and says his goodbyes, lengthening his stride a little. When he walks up his street he notices another foreign car parked under the sweet gum tree, right in front of Hessy’s.

“Nyx!” Hessy says when he enters the building, and hugs him. She smells like mango scented shampoo.

“Hey, Hessy.” Nyx wraps his arms around her before pulling away to get a good look. She’s changed her hair, growing it out to hang in a long braid to the middle of her shoulders with flyaways escaping to frame her face, and it looks like she’s gotten a tan as well. She always did brown faster than Nyx. “Looking good.”

Hessy eyes him critically. “You too, brother mine. Although those bags under your eyes don’t do you any favors.”

Nyx mimes being shot in the heart and she laughs. They make the short trek to Nyx’s apartment and all the way up to pulling pots and pans onto the stove exchanging the usual reunion talk: what have you been up to, a quick lambasting of the latest politician to earn their ire, recommendations of new books and movies.

“But really,” Hessy says, her clear grey eyes intent on his. “How have you been? I know you had your doubts about working for Amicitia.”

“It’s not bad, really,” Nyx says. “The pay is good at least.”

Hessy rolls her eyes. “You and Libertus aren’t getting that much money,” she says.

“Did he tell you that?” Nyx squints at her.

“Of course he did, he actually calls me. We talk more than I talk to you, which if you think about it is really sad.”

“Sorry.” Nyx winces a little. He’s terrible at keeping in touch and knows it. Hessy knows it too.

“Anyway,” she says, changing the subject in the uniquely careless way she has, “Tell me about the new man in your life.”

Libertus again, Nyx realizes. That traitor.

“What man?” he says, hopelessly delaying the inevitable.

“Your gorgeous mystery man,” Hessy says, with an unholy grin on her face as she seals his fate. Godsdammit, Libertus.

“Never saw him again.” Nyx shrugs and pastes a woeful look on his face. “And believe me, I looked.”

Hessay squints at him. She knows all his tells, but he’s determined. If she finds out he’s technically involved with his boss he’ll never hear the end of it.

“That’s too bad,” she says eventually, and Nyx very carefully doesn’t show any more relief than necessary. “I was hoping you’d finally find somebody to balance out your,” she gestures at him, “everything.”

“Thanks, Hessy,” he rolls his eyes. “And what about you? When will you finally ask Libertus out?”

“I don’t like Libertus,” Hessy says, too fast. Her ears start to pink up.

“Please,” Nyx snorts. “You’ve had a crush on him since you were twenty. I thought the two of you would have gotten together years ago.”

The pink starts to invade Hessy’s cheeks. “Shut up, you did not.”

“I did! And the two of you just keep, I don’t know, talking to each other every day over the phone or something, it’s like you’re long-distancing except you’re not actually in a relationship.”

“It’s not every day,” Hessy protests, and then must realize how weak that sounds because she shuts up immediately after. Her face is totally red now, it’s great.

“Well.” Nyx takes mercy on her and doesn’t push it further. “If you asked I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t say no. Anyway, thanks for breakfast. I’m going to wash up and sleep, you can stick around if you want.”

“Oh no you don’t.” Hessy snatches the plate out of his hands and goes over to the sink herself, grabbing a sponge and turning on the tap. “I’m going to wash up, and then I’m going to make you food for the week like I said. You rest.”

As soon as she says it a wave of exhaustion hits him, enough that he has to blink hard in order to keep his balance. He goes without argument, hugging Hessy as he walks past.

“I’ll text you when I get home,” Hessy promises him. “So you know I’m safe.”

“You’re the best,” Nyx replies as he leaves the room.

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1K WORDS LATER, I CLUTCH AT MY HAIR. WHEN WILL THE PLOT REAPPEAR?? I WAIL, DESPAIRING. THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT TO DO.

possibe a!anon here again... im gonna start working on an abo fill pls look out for it!

not OP but YES PLEASE!!!!

This was amazing! :D

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