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Fill 2/?: Gen, Magic going hilariously horribly wrong

[(Anonymous)]

It had taken a considerable amount of effort to drag Prompto from the car and push him towards his house. He was being stubborn and making a scene again, earning the group even more odd looks. Ruffling his feathers and squawking loudly, as if he didn’t want to enter his own house. Noctis couldn’t imagine why. He wouldn’t have wanted to loiter around in public if he had been turned into a chocobo. In the end, they managed to at least push the chocobo up to his front door.
They just had to hope he wouldn’t run away.
Afterwards, Noctis was immediately taken to his own apartment where Ignis all but forced him to take medicine and go to bed early. It hadn’t taken much. Noctis was already feeling worn out from the cold and the…fiasco with Prompto. He’d nearly dived into his bed, burrowing under the sheets and passing out almost immediately. Ignis wrinkled his nose and shook his head. The prince hadn’t even bothered to shower. He’d just have to make sure he was back early the following morning. Hopefully by then, Noct would be feeling better.
~
He wasn’t.
“You’d best stay home, Noct. You’re still suffering a cold after all.”
Noctis waved Ignis off. Having showered and dressed himself, he’d gathered his pack and was heading for the door. He hadn’t even bothered to take more medicine.
“Nah,” he said. “I gotta check on Prompto. Plus, I can’t really afford to miss a day this time of year…”
Not that Noctis was really opposed to the idea of sleeping in, especially with good reasoning for it. But he did actually feel bad for what happened to his best friend. He’d hoped Prompto could look back at that incident and laugh one day.
Noctis certainly would.
Ignis only sighed. He could have simply checked on Prompto himself. And he doubted Noct’s classmates wouldn’t have jumped at the opportunity to share their notes with the prince of Lucis. Not to mention, Noctis was still stuffy and sniffling and Ignis was betting the worst was still to come.
“You’re sure about this? It’d really be best if you stayed home and recovered,” he tried again. And once again, he was shaken off.
“I’ll be fine, Specs. Let’s go.”
Temptation was powerful, but Noctis was set in his ways. He’d soldier through it, besides it was only a little cold anyway. How pitiful would it be to give in to a cold? Nothing else strange had happened since Prompto had been turned into a chocobo. He doubted it could get any worse than that.
And he was less willing to admit that he didn’t want news of his cold reaching home. It was one thing when Ignis tried to mother Noctis. It was another thing when his father started putting his foot down.
Thankfully for the both of them, the ride to school was uneventful. Noctis’ sniffling hadn’t escalated and his fever from the day prior had gone down. He’d found Prompto at the front gates, miraculously human again. Though his eyes had widened comically at the sight of Noctis, and he quickly pulled out a can of disinfectant spray from his bag, brandishing it at the prince.
“Not again!” he had exclaimed.
Noctis only rolled his eyes, grabbing Prompto by the elbow and dragging him towards the school building. The day had gone relatively normal after that. Noctis hadn’t been able to hold in all of his sneezes, but no one else had turned into a chocobo. He figured it was simply an isolated case that wasn’t likely to happen again. He’d gone through the rest of the day as he would any other day. He’d taken his notes, studied for his tests, hung out with Prompto at lunch (who still refused to put the disinfectant spray down) and had walked out with him to the front gates at the end of the day. No major incidents, no people-turned-chocobo, no oddities of any sort. There, no big deal. Noctis could handle the rest of the day. He could bet he would even be fine for his usual training with Gladio.
“Dude.”
Noctis raised an eyebrow at Prompto as they stood outside.
“Dude, I’m not a chocobo. I’m not a chocobo!”
“You’re not gonna drop this chocobo thing, are you?” Noctis sighed.
“Never in a million years,” Prompto grimly replied.
“…Well, look at it this way. You were already on your way to becoming one, so at least you got the full experience,” Noctis said, nodding at Prompto’s hair. It had earned him a punch on the arm. He’d managed to escape further retaliation when Ignis had pulled up. Waving to his friend, he slipped into the car and greeted Ignis. The adviser glanced at his charge through the rearview mirror, eyebrows raised.
“Your nose is bright red.”
Noctis self-consciously covered his face, shooting Ignis a glare.
“Thanks for the heads up. It’s only the end of the day and all…”
Ignis only shrugged.
“Figured you ought to know. You don’t seem to be clearing up. Plan on heading straight home?”
“I’ll be fine Ignis. Can you imagine how much Gladio would bug me if he found out I skipped over a cold?”
This only earned him an exasperated sigh.
“Stubbornness will only get you so far,” he concluded. However, this didn’t stop him from driving the road to the Citadel, instead of heading in the direction of Noctis’ apartment. They sat in relative silence, with only the radio as quiet background noise. Noctis only half listened to it as he stared blankly out the window. It was just some news story anyway.
“…seems to be an outbreak of penguins in the streets of Insomnia. More on this—“
The radio was cut off as Ignis announced that they had arrived. Sniffling and rubbing at his nose, Noctis stepped out of the car and wobbled for a bit before catching himself. He ignored Ignis’ imploring stare as he walked up the steps and into his old home. Not wanting to dawdle and end up catching unwanted attention, he made a beeline for the training area. As was expected of both Ignis and Noctis, he was on time and knew Gladio would already be there warming up.
And as expected, he wasn’t wrong.
His bodyguard was standing in the middle of the training area, throwing a few practice swings to warm his blood up. He hadn’t even ceased in his movements or turned around as he addressed Noctis.
“Heard you were sick.”
Because of course Specs blabbed to someone.
“It’s no big deal. Just a cold,” Noctis shrugged as he walked out into the wide, open space. He’d left an extra change of clothes in the lockers just beyond from the last time he was there, so there had been no reason to stop by his apartment for anything. In fact, it looked like he was early. Gladio hadn’t even worked up a sweat as he finally turned to face Noctis.
“Good,” he grinned. “Hope you don’t think that means I’ll go easy on y—“
“Achoo!”
Noctis covered his mouth as his sneeze nearly threw him off balance. Sniffling again, he straightened up and rubbed at his irritated sinuses.
“Sorry about that, Gladio. What were you…saying…” he trailed off when he realized his burly protector was no longer standing before him.
In his place was a pot of bright pink flowers.
“Oh shit.”

Re: Fill 2/?: Gen, Magic going hilariously horribly wrong

[(Anonymous)]

-snerk- outbreak of penguins

Best line ever