Chocobabes

You made a mental note to just ask for Ignis’ help next time.

-Mod Zera

Everyday you would eat lunch with Prompto and Noctis, and today was like any other day. The two boys would always steal your snacks no matter what you did so you've taken to bringing more that you usually would. Sometimes you marveled at just how much food the two could put away while staying so thin. Of course the combat training probably contributed to it, but the two ate more sugar a day than nearly half the school combined. You were sitting beside the boys, browsing social media and listening to music while they raided your snack supply. It was only a moment before your earphones were removed from your ears. You looked up from your phone to Prompto. “What is it?” You asked, realizing both the boys were looking at you. “Well, if you were paying attention, you would know you were invited to play video games at my place,” Prompto explained, sitting on top of the table you were using and stealing a bag of chips that Noct had been eating. You looked down at your phone in thought for a moment before looking back to Prompto. “I have nothing better to do,” You said, stealing the bag of chips from Prompto as Noctis went to reach for them. “Give those back,” Noctis grumbled, trying to grab the bag as you continuously stretched out your arm to keep them from him. “They're my chips, Noct yours.” You childishly stuck your tongue out at the prince as he failed to get the bag again. “That was terrible,” Noctis said while Prompto laughed. You couldn't help but smile from making Prompto laugh, since you considered it a personal victory whenever you made either of the boys laugh. A bell rung, signaling the end of lunch. “I don't know, I thought it was pretty good to be honest,” You said sarcastically just as Noctis finally got the bag. “Hey!” Noctis was already on the other side of the room and halfway through the door before you could get the bag back. “I'll see you after school!” Prompto said with a smile, waving as he left to follow after Noctis. You waved back with a shout of confirmation. You caught up with the boys outside their classroom. Noctis was rubbing his eyes while Prompto was holding their bags. “Did you fall asleep again, Luci?” You asked with a knowing smile. Noctis grumbled in response. “When does he not fall asleep?” Prompto laughed. “That's a good point.” Noctis pushed your shoulder and you pushed back. “Be nice, Luci. I promise no one will wake you up from your next nap.” Just the word seemed to make Noct tired as he promptly yawned. “How can you sleep so much, highness?” “Who knows?” Prompto asked half playfully and half seriously. You shrugged in response on Noctis’ behalf as he ignored his blond friend. With an armful of snacks, the three of you ended up in Prompto’s room. You sat on the bed next to Noct who seemed to finally be waking up while Prompto set up the game. He only had two controllers so you guys decided to use the universal rule, “whoever dies first trades controllers”. “A racing game? It's like you want to lose,” You said in a song song voice. “Don't be so sure of yourself,” Noctis said, quick to take the controller offered to him. “I'll play winner!” Prompto said with a grin as he settled between you and Noct, handing you the other controller. You gratefully took it before flashing a smile at Noct. “Prepare to be destroyed, your highness.” With that, a very intense and loud grand prix was played between you and Prince Naps. A fearsome competition of four races on different maps increasing in difficulty. By fearsome you really only mean an endless slur of childish insults and trying to sabotage one another. You ended up winning two of the races and you and Noct ended up having a tie breaker round where you won at the last second, passing Noct just before reaching the finish line. “Haha! My win! I told you you couldn't beat me!” You stuck your tongue out at Noct and the dark haired Prince pushed you over the side of the bed in retaliation. You gasped and quickly got up to basically tackle Noctis. “Sore loser!” You briefly saw some flashes in the corner of your eye and looked to see Prompto smiling with his camera in his hands. “Hey, I'm not about to miss a chance for a photo,” Prompto said in response to your look of exasperation while Noctis pushed you off of him. “Just pick up the controller so I can destroy you,Chocoboy.” You were eating your words five minutes later when Prompto completely destroyed you in four races. You shoved your controller in the smug face of Noctis and decided to snack away your loss. It sure wasn't healthy but if your defense lessons were good for anything, it was as an excuse to eat as much junk as you wanted. You ended up paying attention to the boys when they started shouting at each other, the both of them fighting for first place. You want to say the prince won back his dignity, you'd like to. “Looks like today is Noct your day, Noctis.” Was what you said instead, shoving an entire handful of chips in your mouth. “Shut up, that's still terrible,” Noctis grumbled, throwing the controller back at you. “I think it's funny, don't you Promp?” You asked jokingly, grinning as Noctis stole the bag of chips from you. “You're getting crumbs all over my bed,” Prompto pointed out instead of responding. You shrugged and grabbed the controller. “Better crumbs than something else.” Noctis raised an eyebrow at your comment before realization dawned and you laughed. “Okay, that sounds bad now that I think about it but, I didn't mean it like that!” “Then why mention it?!” Prompto cried, practically faceplanting onto his bed. “Oh my goodness gracious, Prompto, are you blushing? Noctis, he was blushing.” You caught Noctis’ smile as you poked Prompto’s head. “I wasn't!” Prompto vehemently denied your accusation, jumping up to sit on his knees. “Oh, you totally were. You can't lie to me,” You said in and singsong voice. “For someone who tries to flirt with practically every single girl he sees, you got really red at the mention of a dirty thought, chocoboy. Look, there's still red on your cheeks.” You poked Prompto’s freckled cheek with a grin. “Stop it,” Prompto pouted, pushing your hand away. “Never,” You drawled, proceeding to poke the blond an innumerable number of times. “Stop!” Prompto grabbed your wrist and you went to poke him with your other hand, which prompted him to grab that hand as well. Then you tried to poke him with a toe and ended up with Prompto essentially trapping you between him and the bed. It only took a moment for you to realize the position you were in and a cough from nearby to fully comprehend how compromising it was. “Uhm..” You decided to look directly away from Prompto as much as you could. “Should I leave?” Noctis asked, you could hear the grin in his voice. Prompto took a minute longer to realize what was going on after Noctis’ comment, rapidly becoming a blushing mess. “Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Prompto said rapidly, getting off of you and moving to the other side of the bed faster than you thought possible. You coughed to try to diffuse the situation. “Uh, why don't we find another game?”

You thought of it nearly every time you saw one of the boys, with the exception of Gladio. The other three however, unless they had recently been out bumbling through the rain, would always bring the thought to the forefront of your mind. They looked like Chocobos. Their hair looked like feathers, with how it was both soft looking and sticking up at odd angles. In your opinion, the boys used way too much hair gel every day for absolutely no reason. Although, you had to admit you didn’t really mind how much they spent on hair products, because the fact they looked like Chocobos eighty percent of the time was absolutely fantastic. It gave you an excuse to call them each a chocobo. Prompto was an exception in that he always got the nickname of ‘Chocobo’ every day of the year. Sometimes you would joke about it, saying him and his Chocobo looked like twins when they stood next to each other. It helped that they were both blond. It wasn’t just the colors of course, Noct’s hair really only matched one out of every thousand chocobo or so, you weren’t sure the exact numbers. You did know that black feathered Chocobo were rare and essentially one of a kind, just like the prince. Prompto’s blond locks essentially camouflaged him in a group of chocos though. Ignis’ sort of matched some of the Chocobos, but his hair wasn’t as vibrant as Prompto’s. It was the spikes in their hair. They weren’t really spikes of course, and somehow their hair remained softer than a cat’s fur, but the similar look of the boys hair and the chocobo’s feathers was uncanny. You were at least ninety percent sure it wasn’t just you that noticed it, but nobody else said anything. Aside from the immense amusement you get from comparing the boys to chocobos, you also get quite a laugh when they don’t. There is only one time when you can find the boys without their chocobo feathers on their heads: when it rains. Or just when it’s wet for any particular reason, like when they decided to go galavanting through a river, or clambering through the sewers. Either way, it doesn’t happen as much as you’d like. When it does happen, it’s like an early birthday present. Not only are the boys usually complaining about the mishap of their hair, but it’s quite a view. Not to say the ten pounds of product in their hair takes away from their sometimes suffocatingly good looks, but let’s just say the lack of it doesn’t exactly take away from their absolutely unfair perfection. You would never explicitly say you prefer the boys with their hair product-free but, you would never explicitly say you prefer their hair looking like chocobo feathers either. Between you and yourself though, they’re hot no matter what. It’s so unfair. It should be impossible to look good every day. Personally, you halfway think they sold their souls or something. Also, who looks better as they age? It’s like walking around with male models who are always shoot-ready. At least it makes for great social media posts. Pictures of you probably make up like ten percent of your accounts while you spam pictures of the pretty boys you spend your days with. The boys sometimes ask why you have so many pictures and videos of them on your accounts. You never answer them. You can’t help it if they’re prettier than you, or the fact the boys gather a few hundred followers daily while you only attract about two every other month. You like to poke fun when some of the comments are particularly rude regarding how close you appear to be with the boys. One of your favorite pastimes is taking pictures of the boys and face swapping them with chocobos for your own amusement. You may or may not have a folder on your phone dedicated entirely to pictures pointing out similarities between the boys and chocobos. There also may or may not be a thousand or more pictures in said folder. Of course, nobody can prove anything. It’s not like you put a complicated password on your phone that you change weekly to make sure the discovery of the supposed folder never happened. Okay, maybe you did. In your defense though, it gets really boring when the boys aren’t around, and there’s only so much fanfiction somebody can read before they get bored. Plus it’s just a lot of fun finding new ways to compare the boys to giant birds. Prompto and Noctis are like little chicks and Ignis is the momma bird. You also have to outdo Gladio when you compete to see who can point out the most number of similarities between the chocobos and the three beautiful birdy lookalikes. It may not seem like it, but Gladio gives you a run for your money most days. You can’t help it if you're too nice to say Ignis is like an angry momma choco when someone threatens the boys. Or if you never thought about how Noct is like a Chocobo in the fact they can both sleep absolutely anywhere, anytime of day. You kicked yourself for that one, it was a win in Glady’s favor for sure. He wins a lot, but you win quite a bit too. The boys like to challenge you sometimes though and even Ignis joins in. Sometimes you try not to rise to the challenge when you know you'll lose but, ‘you lose every battle you don't fight’ after all. That is to say, you literally cannot say no. It's hard to win when the boys join in, because they're not afraid to point out similarities they noticed between themselves and the chocobos or even similarities between you and Chocobos. Like how you'll eat literally anything offered to you, or how you'll chase off anyone with questionable intent who gets too close to the boys. Ignis wins essentially every competition he participates in and when he loses, he's somehow able to make it seem like he won anyway. On the rare occasion you do win against Iggy, it still feels like a loss somehow. Then when Prompto wins, usually when Gladio and Ignis neglect to participate, you and Noctis end up singing the Chocobo song with him cause if you didn't Prompto would end up singing it nonstop until it's time to sleep. Of course, it's the worst when Noctis wins because he doesn't shut up about it until he loses. He's not obnoxious about it or anything, it's just side comments and reminders in between conversations or battles. It get really annoying when he warps next to you in the middle of a battle to say you get knocked down almost as much as you lose. You can proudly say you've ‘accidently’ tripped Noct in the middle of a battle on several occasions. At the end of the day though, whether it's against one of the boys or all of them, whether you win or lose, you usually have new ideas for your comparison pictures; Because comparing the boys to chocobos is really all you need. -Mod Zera

You loved his freckles. You don’t think you’ve ever said it outloud, but you knew you showed it. Whenever you would sit together, by the campfire, in the hotel rooms, outside the RVs, you would always be tracing his freckles. It was usually his arms, talking quietly together while you ran your fingers gently between the spots. He never seemed to mind the fact you rarely looked into his eyes when you talked, preferring instead to focus on his skin. Sometimes you thought his skin was the most perfect thing about him. He had a few scars, like anyone else, and even some he was self conscious about. Little imperfections about him that he tried to hide from you, but you were blind to the little imperfections his skin held. To you they weren’t imperfections at all, they just made him unique. You loved everything about him of course, even the way he would awkwardly pull away from you when you got too affectionate in public, or the way he would always resituate himself as soon as you got comfortable. He could be so annoying sometimes, with his little quirks, but really you loved it when you found him annoying. Mostly because it helped you cope with the fact you could never find yourself as perfect as you found him. Most of the time when you two had time alone, you would find yourself curled in his lap or pressed to his chest. You didn’t often get opportunities to run your hands over his face, but you always took advantage of the time. You would run the pads of your fingers along every part of his face, over his eyelids and his lips, marveling at this perfect being that you could call yours. It was almost automatic at some point, he would close his eyes and you would indulge yourself in your significant other’s perfection. He didn’t really mind, and he’d said so before when you had asked, afraid you were making him uncomfortable. His eyes held the sky and his skin held a map, he was your entire world in a single perfect being and he had no idea. You could say it a thousand times and he would never be able to fully comprehend just how accurate it was. He had others after all, but all you had was him. Not to say you didn’t count the boys as your friends, they just meant a lot more to Prompto than to you. For you Prompto was your entire world and the boys were part of the distant universe, the boys were things you spent time with and admired while Prompto kept you alive. For Prompto, you and the boys were his entire world. It just wasn’t the same. You could spend everyday doing nothing but tracing pictures over his shoulders and down his back, up his arms and across his chest. Every single image would make him more beautiful, he was the universe and every blemish, every mark, and every freckle was a star that made him even more marvelous. Some days you would try in vain to kiss every single freckle that covered him, always losing count as you lost yourself in him. -Mod Zera

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