omg this sounds so fun!! thank you for this and sorry if it took a while!
also, if anyone gets the inspiration of the Gladio drabble…… NOICE
“Noctis, stop it!” you hissed, attempting to pin his flailing arms down in the most gentle manner you could exert.
He shot you a goofy grin as he watched you unlock the door to his apartment. You twisted the door knob and pushed the door open, signalling him to get his high ass inside.
His brows furrowed at the sight of the living room. “This isn’t my room.”
You sighed heavily, “No, it’s your living room, genius.”
“That’s–That’s no way to… to talk to your k-king!” he slurred, walking over to you while you set your things down on the dining table. He snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I believe the of–official term is–” he hiccuped, “Your Highness.”
“My apologies, Your Highness.” You shook your head as you concealed your laughter, “Please get your royal butt into your bedroom, change into some comfy clothes, and lie down. I just have to fix up a few things.”
“Because you asked nicely…” he trailed off as he wobbled his way to the bedroom.
The next 10 minutes passed in silence while you fixed the rest of your boyfriend’s medication for the next couple days. A loud phew left your lips, enjoying the peace you haven’t gotten since that morning. Your boyfriend was finally asleep, meaning you had the next few hours to–
“Y/N!!!!!”
The shrill, horrifying scream of the Prince kicked your survival instincts in full gear as you dropped your phone on the kitchen counter and dashed into the bedroom.
“Noct! Is everything–what the hell, man?!”
A very naked Noctis looked up at you from the floor, sitting in front of his open cabinet.
“I don’t know,” he hiccuped again, “how to put on pants.”
He flashed you a cheeky smile, but you honestly couldn’t tell if he was doing this on purpose or if he was really just that out of it.
From that angle, you could swear you could count literally every freckle spread across Prompto’s cheeks and nose. His face was way too close to yours that it would’ve been creepy if you two weren’t dating.
“You’re the prettiest Chocobo in the whole of Eos,” he mumbled.
Your lips quirked into a smile, but your knitted eyebrows made it obvious how confused that supposed compliment made you. “Uh, thanks?”
His eyes began to flutter like like the wings of a dragonfly, “You practically saved me from a life or death…” he trailed off, “What do you call those things… when a thing happens?”
“… Situations?”
“Sichwens!” he repeated-ish after you. “I’m sooooooo lucky to have you, my little Chocoboo.” He gasped, “Youuuuuu, Chocoboooo–it rhymes!”
“I’m glad you think my efforts of bringing you to the dentist and back is heroic, babe,” you replied.
Prompto hugged you even closer, snuggling up to you and practically resting his face on your chest. “Your tits are sooooo squishy,” he commented, obviously enjoying the sensation as he rubbed his cheek against the fabric of your tank top. “They’re like… a Chocobo’s butt.”
“And that’s enough of that,” you quickly said as you cupped his face to meet him at eye level. “Why don’t you take a nap?”
He shook his head, “Not sleepy,” but his facial expression said otherwise.
“Alright, then I’ll bore you to sleep.”
“You never bore me.”
Even if high Prompto had the sexual confidence sober Prompto didn’t have on a casual basis, he remained as sweet as ever. His simple response made the heat rise to your cheeks, and your pathetic attempt at hiding it didn’t work on him at all.
“Look at you,” he giggled, pointing at your cheeks. “You’re so red! Just like Noct’s red chocobo lure!”
He erupted in lazy laughter, and based on the tears swelling up in the corners of his eyes, you could tell he was having a great time laughing at his own joke. You laughed at him (mind you, not exactly with him) for a little bit, but once his laughter died down, his face scrunched in perplexity.
“What’s so funny?”
“Come on, big guy.”
You guided Gladio into the bathroom with one hand, holding a set of clean clothes with the order. You closed the toilet seat and sat him down, setting the pajama set on top of the counter.
“Alright, I’m gonna take off your fatigues and dress you in more comfortable clothing,” you notified him.
He simply nodded, slightly swaying left and right while his eyes took in his surroundings. As you peeled off his leather button up, he shifted his focus on you. A soft hum escaped him while you turned around to grab his shirt.
“Something on your mind, Gladdy?” you asked, pushing his head through the slot of the shirt.
He crinkled a smile that reached all the way up to his eyes, “Nope.”
You patted his bulky arms upwards, helping him shoot those insane guns through the armholes. Another hum echoed his chest as your hands moved down to his pants, and you couldn’t help but shake your head.
“Wow, even a trip to the dentist won’t keep you from thinking such impure thoughts.”
“Says the one taking off my pants.”
You rolled your eyes at his sass and you successfully pulled his pants off. “How are you still acting significantly normal?” you asked him. “I kind of expected you to be all over the place.”
Gladio slightly lifted his butt from the covered seat as you pulled the waistband of the joggers up. “These muscles need more than a few injections of anaesthesia to wind them down, babe,” he winked. “You would know.”
“I would,” you agreed, “but right now you need to rest.”
Usually he’d argue with you and tell you he can take another round or two, but this time, he stood up and followed you into the bedroom. With his left arm over you, you slowly walked him over to the bed. You bend your knees, cautiously reaching over to set your phone down on the table when your beefy boyfriend’s dead weight pushed you backwards on the mattress.
“Shit!” you whispered. “Gladio!”
You patted his cheek, his back, his shoulders–all the inches of skin that didn’t touch the fabric of his clothing.
No dice.
“… Shit.”
“I must cook supper!” Ignis insisted.
He left the bed for what seemed like the fourth, fifth, sixth–you didn’t even know at that point–time that night and stumbled over to the kitchen. Your eyes flew open at the bed’s sudden weight shift and caught a glimpse of the Royal Adviser leaving your bedroom.
“Oh Six,” you groaned to yourself as you shuffled out of bed. You followed him into the kitchen and closed the cabinets above him. “Iggy,” you sighed, “It’s almost 2 in the morning. No one’s hungry.”
“Nonsense!” he retorted, lifting his right index finger up and pushing his non-existent glasses upwards. “Noct needs his vegetables.”
“He isn’t here.”
“Well then, I’m sure Prompto wouldn’t mind a midnight snack.”
You shook your head, “Not here either, buddy.”
“Ah, then Gladio’s company shall suffice!”
“Iggy!” you groused, “It’s just you and me. We’re at home, not out camping.”
“Are…” He looked around the kitchen swiftly and back over at you. “Are you sure, dear?”
“Yes, now can we please go back to bed?”
He yawned, “Of course.”
You sighed in relief and brought him back to your bedroom. You gently tucked him back in bed, covering his long statue with the blanket and kissing him goodnight. His eyes closed almost immediately, giving you time to take a piss before sleeping the rest of the night away.
Upon drying your hands, you exited the bathroom and turned off the light behind you. Your eyes adjusted to the room’s darkness as you made your way to bed. You pulled the covers over yourself and turned around to cuddle with your KOed boyfriend.
Only, he wasn’t there.
A loud clang echoed from outside and this time, you didn’t hesitate to let him hear your grumbling.
“Iggy!”
Can I request the chocobros going through a surgery and their s/o taking care of them afterwards bonus points if they’re high as a kite and saying some funny stuff
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