Still without a laptop, but wanted to get these little cuties out the way
Noctis watched as you put on your lip gloss coating, blue eyes blinking in confusion as you puckered your lips, smearing the goop further on your lips. You had stated it was because your lip stain was starting to dry and crack your lips, and you had to look beautiful for your Prince 24/7.
“Can I use some?” Noctis asked.
You blinked in confusion, holding out the ‘hydration stick’ as was so delicately written on the side. Only to stare in confusion as Noctis grabbed your wrist, was he expecting for you to put it on him. You gasped as he pulled you forward, pressing his lips against your own, only for the Prince to pull away with a smile, while your brain was having to restart. Forgetting that your Prince had moments of suaveness.
“Thanks.” He called turning around to avoid you from seeing his blush.
He couldn’t stop bouncing, he was so excited, it had been less than 48 hours and it was absolute perfection! Well, every moment that you were in his life was perfection but this was like an upgrade of perfection.
DLC S rank Level perfection!
Anyone who had seen you two together, they knew right off the back that your relationship was built off of love, trust and understand, and a lot of kisses and nuzzles and some tears, mostly on Prompto’s end.
Prompto looked down at his phone, seeing the text message from Noctis.
“How’s the honeymoon going?”
Prompto looked back up, his vision slightly blurred from the champagne that seemed to keep reappearing in the room.
“My wife’s in the kitchen, tipsy asf, making cookies topless Being married is #Goals and Dope asf” He managed to send back.
“Sunshine, I made too much cookie dough, help me eat it!”
Prompto didn’t need to be told twice! It was always amazing being married to one of your best friends.
Gladiolus stared down at you on the floor, his face impassive as you sobbed uncontrollably.
“Babe…” He began on to have you wail louder. “Babe.”
“I…I can’t see you anymore! I won’t let you hurt me again!” You wailed from the floor, on your yoga mat within your shared apartment.
Gladiolus rolled his eyes, every time, every single time, “It was a sit-up. You did one sit-up.”
“Darling?” Ignis called stepping into the apartment.
“Oh, Iggy-Dear welcome home.” You cooed standing up from the couch, rubbing a sleepy eye. “How was work?”
You suddenly noticed that your boyfriend was attempting to not stare at you, yet still, the pink blush on his cheeks was hard to not notice. You thought that perhaps he had caught a cold, so you rose your hand, flailing one of the sleeves to expose your hand, resting a hand against his cheek.
“Do you feel fine?”
Ignis cleared his throat, his eyes roaming over the large creme knitted sweater that belonged to him. Held on your petite form, it covered the skirt you were wearing and the sleeve hung low covering your hands. The neck much larger on you, exposing quite a bit of your shoulders and neck.
“You don’t seem to have a fever.” You cooed, pulling back your hand, the sleeves going to cover your hands again. “I can handle dinner tonight for the boys if you’re feeling under the weather…Ek Ignis!”
The man wrapped his arms around you, sweeping you off your feet, his lips pressed against your own, only for him to break away whispering huskily in your ear. “You’re not leaving the room at all.”
They had to admit, when you had stepped out of Cor’s office earlier today, you didn’t seem upset, simply in deep thought your lips in a pressed line. This was hours ago, yet you still hadn’t said anything about it. Yet the silent glances between them and quick avoidance when you caught their eye was starting to annoy you.
“So what do you guys wanna ask me?” You inquired, setting down your fork, looking to the four men.
“Well, we wanna know…” Prompto begun, yet seemed to shrink underneath the look you were giving him.
Ignis sighed, turning those green eyes toward you, “We wanted to inquire as to why you were called into the Marshall’s office today.”
You burst out laughing, it actually startled them, as they were not expecting for you to do that. You attempted to get your laughter under control, yet continued laughing hysterical as you attempted to stop laughing. Only when you had developed a case of the hiccups did you finally manage to stop laughing and go into a giggle.
“Okay…Ok.” You giggled. “So, he asked me to stepped into his office, and I was told to stop calling fellow members of the Glavie ‘Fake Hos.’ The only person I call a Fake Ho is…”
“Furia.” Gladiolus chuckled, as you begun to giggle again.
“Freakin Chad, told the Marshall I was calling him a Fake Ho, after he zapped me twice in training.” You cackled. “That Fake Ho.”
It's canon that Hidaka has Fushimi's phone number (albeit for work purposes but he's gonna abuse that somehow). Your take on how he gets Fushimi's number. Also he just sends Fushimi random updates about his life and inviting him on group outing (and dates once they're together). Fushimi has to use every ounce of his life force to not block Hidaka's number or destroy Hidaka's phone.
imagine Hidaka probably got it somehow using work-related reasons,
like he got assigned to assist Fushimi on some case or other and
Fushimi goes off to do his own investigation while like leaving
Hidaka elsewhere to talk with potential witnesses or something of the
sort. Hidaka of course sees his chance to get closer to Fushimi-san
and decides to ask for Fushimi’s number, quickly covering by adding
that he just wants it so he can keep in contact with Fushimi while
they’re separated, like what if he finds out something from a witness
that Fushimi needs to know and there’s no time to go and find
Fushimi. Fushimi reluctantly gives Hidaka his number, since even he
has to admit that if they’re working together it does make sense for
them to be able to communicate easily. He immediately regrets it when
Hidaka’s face lights up and he’s all excited about the number
sharing, like now he has Fushimi’s number and Fushimi has his and
Fushimi’s just like ‘this is for work purposes, don’t make such a
stupid face.’ Hidaka’s all ‘right right’ even as he continues to have
this big stupid puppy grin on his face.
super excited that now he has Fushimi’s number, like of course
Fushimi likely has all of the squad’s numbers in case he needs to
contact them after work (since he calls Doumyouji in DOB 1 to yell at
him about the report) but he’s never gotten a call from Fushimi so
until now he didn’t know what Fushimi’s number was. Of course
Hidaka doesn’t want to abuse it so he decides he’ll only use the
number for important things, like seeing if Fushimi wants to join him
and squad members E-G on group outing to the local bar. Or sending
him texts during the day when Fushimi’s out on his own missions just
to check and make sure that Fushimi’s eating properly, or calling
Fushimi when he gets back and telling him to come to the office
because Hidaka made dinner for him and Fushimi can at least eat it
while Hidaka helps him finish off the reports. At first Fushimi finds
it super annoying, I imagine him seeing all these texts from Hidaka
and being like 'that idiot again,’ just wanting to be left alone. He
doesn’t get why Hidaka thinks Fushimi would care about some of the
random stuff Hidaka texts him and then Hidaka’s always checking on
his diet and has he had a nap lately and you’ve been in the office
continuously for thirty hours time for a break.
imagine one time Fushimi goes out on a mission while sick and he
faints, he wakes up in the infirmary and his phone by the bedside
table is ringing. Fushimi reaches for it, still groggy, and
immediately he hears Hidaka’s frantic voice asking if he’s okay, like
the alphabet boys had to go out on a mission but Hidaka’s been trying
to call Fushimi every twenty minutes or so to see if he woke up yet
and he’s like make sure you rest and I’ll bring you soup okay and
Fushimi is just a little bewildered by the whole thing. Oh, but then
imagine he’s lying there all alone and sick and he starts thinking
about the past, and his hand reaches out and takes the PDA again,
dialing Hidaka’s number. He hears the phone on the other end ringing
and ringing and as he’s about to hang up, expression twisting
bitterly, Hidaka picks up breathlessly, asking if Fushimi’s all
right. Fushimi pauses for a long moment and then finally says ’…ice
cream.’ Hidaka’s momentarily confused and Fushimi’s just like 'I want
ice cream. Plain vanilla.’ On his end of the call, Hidaka beams and
is like you got it I’ll be there once the mission’s done, and if you
need anything else just call me. Fushimi clicks his tongue and hangs
up, but he sits there holding the phone against his chest the whole
time anyway until Hidaka shows up forty minutes later with soup and
vanilla ice cream and carbonated zero percent fruit grape juice.
The eighth years attempt a game of football in Muggle Studies. What is meant to be an insight into Muggle sports turns into a fashion show of ridiculous outfits and Harry nearly losing his mind.
If you need a good laugh go read this fic, it’s hilarious! I mean I don’t want to spoil anything but there’s Goyle in a fluorescent tracksuit and there are snap on joggers in there. Like it’s comedy from start to finish and you will love it, I guarantee it.