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UPDATE 12/30/16: I'm looking for some help! Details here. (I'm always looking for more pinners; this is an open invitation.)
I've added/clarified some rules to make life easier to my pinners. Please refrain from changing the subject lines except when filling or updating a fill. It makes it easier for us to keep track of what we've already looked at. Thank you so much!
UPDATE 1/28/17: We've opened up a Drabble Tree post! Go check it out.
UPDATE 2/21/2017: ROUND ONE IS CLOSED FOR PROMPTS. Please feel free to continue posting fills. Round Two will open for prompts and fills on 3/1/2017.
a cookie and nine years 1/1
Date: 2016-12-15 05:50 am (UTC)The fond, resigned sigh and the hand ruffling his hair.
"Did Ignis tell you to eat your vegetables again?"
He's thirteen again, he could get away with wanting to be spoilt. So he does, nuzzling further into Gladio, burying himself in the warm scent of air-dried shirts.
"No," he mumbles, knowing exactly how petulant he sounds.
Gladio laughs, a pleasant rumble, mussing up his hair even further. Noctis couldn't care less about how it'll look like later when he walks out.
"You're being silly today."
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He lets Gladio balance his mug on top of his head, doesn't even try to wiggle excessively to either spill the contents or get him to take it off. He watches folds on Ignis' work shirt quietly, makes himself small on sitting on the counter stool.
Gladio takes his mug with him, moves across the kitchen to bother Ignis, snatching a strawberry and popping it in his mouth. He picks up a freshly baked pastry, expertly deflecting a disapproving glare from Ignis and leans across the countertop. He smiles, wide, mischievous.
"Open wide," he offers.
Noctis leans forward, takes a small, shy bite.
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"I don't know what I have to say to you anymore."
"You don't have to do anything."
"You are a piece of work."
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He's fifteen when he gets into a fight with some punks who tried to pick on Prompto. The heir to the throne he may be, but the school still had to follow Certain Procedures and call his guardians to pick him up. He isn't suspended, no. The school wouldn't go that far. But they still thought it would be for the best that he's sent home for today.
Ignis forces a smile when he walks out of the principal's office. He kneels down in front of him, hand on his shoulder like he's a child and smiles sadly.
"You're not in trouble."
"I never am."
"Surprisingly, it's really not your fault," Ignis chuckles. "The teachers agreed that you were rightfully defending your friend. They could do without the violence though."
He stands back up, straightens his jacket. "I need to tend to this matter further. Gladio is waiting for you outside to take you home."
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"Where's your bike?"
"It's illegal to let someone ride on the back of your bike."
"You expect me to walk home?"
Gladio laughs and crouches down, positioning his hands behind his back. "Come on, you hurt your leg right?"
Noctis falls asleep half the distance home, nose nuzzling the fine hairs on the back of Gladio's neck, lulled by the quiet city murmurs.
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"So tell me you actually beat them up," Gladio says as he dressed Noctis' wounds.
"We are not encouraging this behaviour." Ignis says, holding the first aid kit for him.
"I'm not, I just want to know if what I taught him came in handy." Noctis winces, when Gladio pulls the bandages a litte too tight.
"I squirmed out of a headlock?"
"Ah, the only thing you could do properly. I'm proud." Gladio pats his knee, then stands up to run his hand through Noctis' hair. "Prompto must be really upset though. Whaddya say to me sneaking you out with Ignis' danishes to visit him later?"
"I am not part of this," or he says, because he's reaching for the apron on the hook by the door.
"Sure you ain't, Iggy."
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"If you stopped to think for once--"
"I swear you're just annoyed if I so much breathedyour way--"
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A blur of shoved shoulders, fists balled tight. Tugged collars and a snarl by his cheeks. His toes are barely on the ground, dangling mere millimetres above. It hurts to look at him.
It's clear he doesn't want to look at him.
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He wakes up, in the car this time, curled far against the glass. They're not touching. He tries to, as much as he can, melt into the seats, away from him.
Gladio is asleep too, he thinks. In attempt to cool himself down after all they've been through today.
He remembers when he was eleven-- a crossfire with Iris caught in the middle. The biggest fight they had before now. Training was tense. Gladio channeling all his anger into his shinai.
They come out of it with bruises, stuck in seiza at the same low table with Iris glaring at them, her arms crossed.
"Now share a cookie and make up," she had said.
If only that could work now.
"She also said to talk, Highness," Ignis says cooly, their eyes meeting through the front mirror. "Just a little hint, if I may."
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"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," Noctis says, holding half of a cookie.
"It was over the line for me to say that to you too," Gladio's half of the cookie is visibly smaller than his, but he doesn't say anything.
"We really need to work on this talking thing," Noctis laughs, looking at the broken edge of the cookie fondly. "We always end up fighting."
"Yeah," Gladio replies behind a mouthful. "But that's why we learn, right?"
Re: a cookie and nine years 1/1
Date: 2016-12-15 11:24 am (UTC)Sooooo gooooood.
Re: a cookie and nine years 1/1
Date: 2016-12-15 01:25 pm (UTC)Re: a cookie and nine years 1/1
Date: 2016-12-15 04:21 pm (UTC)Re: a cookie and nine years 1/1
Date: 2016-12-16 12:53 am (UTC)Thank you so much for filling this :) It was everything I dreamed of and more!
Re: a cookie and nine years 1/1
Date: 2016-12-17 12:14 am (UTC)