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Fill 3/?: Gen, Magic going hilariously horribly wrong

[(Anonymous)]

“Ignis!”
Ignis cringed slightly as his name was called out, before turning towards the voice. It had sounded like Noctis’ voice, and Ignis found himself worried that his prince had managed to get himself hurt trying to muscle through a cold. He’d have to remind Gladio to not be so hard on Noct when he wasn’t feeling well. However, when Noctis finally entered his vision, running frantically down the hall, Ignis found himself more perplexed than anything.
Not that his worry dissipated, after all Noctis was still in his school uniform, winded and red faced and clearly in need of a tissue judging by the string of snot hanging from one of his nostrils. That wasn’t the oddity though.
What was odd was the pot of flowers he was carting around.
“Noct? Is everything alright?” Ignis asked as his charge stopped just before him, heaving for breath and gripping the flower pot with white knuckles.
“Gladio…” Noctis huffed, motioning to the flowers.
Ignis stayed silent for a moment before speaking again.
“Yes… Those are indeed gladiolus flowers. Or sword-lilies, if you’d prefer…”
“No, Gladio. He was… I was headed to training and…”
“…I was hoping that wasn’t the case,” Ignis sighed, sending a look of sympathy at the pot of flowers that used to be their friend.
“What do I do?” Noctis asked frantically.
“Well, I suppose we wait for the magic to wear off just as it did Prompto…”
“Yeah, but Prompto’s parents are never home. How do I explain to Clarus that I turned his only son into a pot of flowers?!”
Ignis pushed his glasses up as he contemplated Noctis’ words.
“Ah. That would be…complicated.”
“Complicated?!” A loud sniffle. “I’m gonna die.”
“Nonsense. The head of the Amicitia family wouldn’t kill the very royal his line protects.”
Noctis shook his head, grabbed at it in pain, and sniffled again.
“Seriously, Specs, what do I do?!”
This time, Ignis rubbed his chin as he thought.
“Well, your best bet would to be—“
“Achoo!”
“—avoiding Clarus and other members of the crownsguard until the magic wears off. Unless you can find a way to revert him.”
“Ignis.”
“Yes, Noct?”
“Ignis, why are you singing?”
“I suspect it is a result of your sneeze. You ought to blow your nose, by the way.”
Noctis wiped his nose on his sleeve.
“That’s disgusting.”
“Whatever. I can hide out from Clarus all I want, but he’s bound to notice Gladio missing,” Noctis sniffed.
“True, unfortunately there is nothing I can do. As much as I’d like not to see Gladio in trouble, we’re stuck unless you change him back on the double,” he rhymed. Noctis narrowed his eyes at the man.
“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”
“Nevertheless, if you wish not to explain to Clarus what happened, you’d best hide out somewhere. And you’ll want to keep Gladio safe for the time being. Who knows what’ll happen if he’s found by someone else,” Ignis sang. And with that, he turned on his heel and…
And started to dance down the hallway.
Noctis could only watch his florid movements until he turned a corner, likely continuing in the direction he’d been going before Noctis had interrupted him. He then stared down at the flowers in his hands. Ironic, that he was the one keeping his protector safe now. He didn’t want to imagine what would happen if someone had taken the flowers out of the pot only for Gladio to turn back and be missing parts.
He actually wondered if Gladio knew what was going on around him. It seemed as if Prompto had retained his mind as a chocobo, but then there was a difference between a sentient creature and a plant. He figured Gladio may just be blissfully unaware. At least he hoped he was. He’d have to ask him. From a high up and well protected place at that. If Clarus didn’t kill Noctis for turning his son into a pot of flowers, Gladio would happily do it instead.
Noctis sneezed again.
A crash and a scream was heard from his left, and he turned to see several penguins waddle out from the open door of one of the rooms.
Shrugging, Noctis tucked the flower pot into his arm and made his way for his old room. No one would look for him there. He didn’t even live there anymore…
Besides, it was probably best he wasn’t around people when he inevitably went into a sneezing fit.