#//in my defense scratching that spot on the back of my neck felt SOOO nice.

[revvywevvy-archive]

bruhhh im just tryna draw chippykins..... I spaced out for a minute thinking about him, zoned back in bc my brain told me in his voice to pause on the daydreaming, and realized I scratched my neck bloody 😭

[angstyaches]

Oooh, could you possibly do "Have you eaten today?" for the prompt meme?

Thank you for this, anon! (Sorry it took so long, *gulp*.) This is while Shayne’s at the Aldridge townhouse, still settling in and getting to know Felix. 

I HAVE written the conversation Shayne has with Ryan. Please let me know if you’re interested in seeing that posted soon!

CW: hunger, disordered eating, past trauma, food issues, angst.

When to stop talking, and when to start

(Three Boys in a Townhouse)

Shayne stopped at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing at his eyes and shivering. He’d only come down for some water, but now it seemed he was having auditory hallucinations. The TV in the front room of the Devine’s mansion had never worked, but there was a low hum of unfamiliar voices and applause and music leaking from the direction of the front room, and  –

He looked around as he took his hands away from his eyes. The hallway walls were painted crisp white, lit only by a boxy white lamp on an iron dresser; if he were back with the Devines, he’d be looking at Madelyn’s antique display cabinet against a burgundy wall, lit by a handful of candles, if lit at all. But he was miles away, in the Aldridge townhouse.

A low groan of confusion escaped from deep in his chest. He was dizzy and a bit nauseous, now that he took a moment to check in with himself. He rubbed half-consciously at a dull ache in his belly, stopping himself when he realised someone could come into the hallway and see him at any time.

You think your petty ailments matter in the grand scheme of things? The sound of Madelyn’s voice was as clear in his head as it had been in whatever dream had disoriented him. Shayne cleared his throat and tried to look more alive than he felt as he turned left at the end of the stairs, towards the kitchen.

He wasn’t sure if it was the solid day of study or the intense twenty-minute nap he’d just woken up from, but something had seriously messed up his head, along with his body. He felt like he was either going to retch or feel his knees buckle under him at any second, and he just wanted to grab a drink quickly, and get back upstairs before he bumped into Elliott, or Nancy, or Ryan, or especially –

“Oh, hey, Shayne!”

The kitchen was as monochromatic as every other room in the house, with white lighting that was almost offensive. Shayne wasn’t used to seeing the corners of furniture, the details in floor and wall tiles, so clearly. It was like an assault on his senses and didn’t help with the queasy ache in his stomach.

He blinked at the sight of Felix, and again at the smell of food cooking. It must have been earlier in the evening than he’d thought. The air was mostly full of the smell of hot oil, and a lot of steam that was coming from a stocky white contraption next to the microwave.

Felix had been standing near the white appliance and checking his phone, but had looked up at the sudden movement in the doorway.

“Evening,” he said, a soft smile splitting his face.

“Hey,” Shayne said, unable to suppress a shiver. He hadn’t realised just how cold he was until he felt the warmth in the air from food being cooked. He shoved his hands into his pockets, wishing the kitchen had been empty. “Sorry, I’ll be out of your way in a minute.”

“Aw, buddy, you can be in my way all you like.” Felix laid his phone down on the countertop and casually folded his arms. “We nearly straight-up forgot you were in the house. You’ve been revising all day?”

“Pretty much.” Shayne felt Felix watching him as he took down a glass and went to fill it up from the sink. He took a few sips to try to calm the weird shakiness, but the sensation of the cold liquid running down made him shiver again.

“Yeah, its chilly tonight,” Felix said, as though agreeing with something Shayne had said aloud. “Elli and I have got a fire going in the front room. You could bring your books downstairs and study down here, unless the TV would be too distracting.”

Shayne took another sip of water, his hand weirdly unsteady, as he considered the offer. Being near a fire sounded nice, but it wasn’t the TV he was most concerned about being in a room with. Elliott had seemed so cold the past few days, and Shayne didn’t know how to deal with him. Another reason he’d been basically isolating himself in his room.

“I know it probably seems like he’s annoyed and doesn’t want to see you,” Felix admitted, as though he’d somehow read Shayne’s mind. “But Elliott’s just – he’s reluctant to make the first move, after everything. He can be stubborn as hell sometimes. I guess you’ve got that in common, and that’s why you clash horns so often.”

Shayne lifted his head in surprise, the shakiness in his bones suddenly feeding into panicked defensiveness. “I’m not stubborn. Am I?”

“Um, of course not. What was I thinking?” Felix visibly chewed his lip and turned his gaze away. “I think I know the answer to this, bud, but have you eaten today?”

Shayne shook his head slightly. He hadn’t, but he was fine with that. He didn’t want to ask anything of the Aldridges, aside from the space he’d been given to use. Space couldn’t be used up; he could leave the bedroom in the exact same state he’d found it in. It’d be like he was never there, eventually, and he wouldn’t have to feel that he owed them anything.

He’d been feeling so sick and stressed that the thought of food genuinely wasn’t appealing anyway; in fact, the lack of food in his system should have reduced the nausea that had been coming and going since he’d arrived at the townhouse, but somehow it hadn’t.

“You know you…” Felix grimaced and trailed off, seeming unsure of whether he was supposed to laugh now or not.

Shayne gulped against a swelling sensation in his chest. The flash of sympathy he’d just seen in Felix’s eyes reminded him way too much of Charlie’s questions, Charlie’s attempts to feed him, Charlie’s soft expression as he tried to understand. The hollow ache in the pit of his stomach seemed to sharpen slightly; damn it, he’d almost lasted the whole day without letting himself dwell on Charlie…

“You know you’re allowed to eat, right?” Felix finally finished, lowering his voice. “The kitchen’s not just here for show.”

“I – yeah, I know,” he tried to say matter-of-factly. His hands burrowed into the pockets of his jeans and his shoulders tensed so suddenly that they ached.

“You can eat with us in a little while, if you’re hungry,” Felix offered.

Eating with Felix and Elliott. Eating with two whole people; being near them while he put food in his mouth and chewed it up and swallowed it. One person he barely knew and didn’t know how to act around, and one person who pretty thought he was a psychopath. The whole thing sounded like a horror movie scenario.

“Thanks,” he said flatly, gulping against the fear gurgling up the back of his throat. “I’m not hungry.”

“That’s a shame, it’s just – I forgot that Nancy would be out tonight,” Felix went on, glancing towards the white appliance, which was expelling a lot less steam than it had been before, “so I’ve actually made more than enough for the three of us, especially since Elli eats so little nowadays. I always overestimate how much rice I need to make.”

Shayne lowered his gaze again at the mention of Elliott’s name, but looked up again at the white appliance on the countertop. “That thing is for rice?”

“Oh – yeah, you’ve never seen one of these?” Felix’s eyes lit up a little as he looked at the machine too. “It makes the rice come out sooo soft and fluffy, you have no idea. I fried some chicken earlier to go with it.”

Shayne suddenly recognised the sharp ache that had crept down under his ribs and seemed to have wrapped itself around his insides. He moved a hand from the pocket of his jeans and into the pocket of the hoodie he was wearing – Charlie’s – so he could put a little pressure on his stomach.

“My friend Kazu’s older sister taught me how to fry chicken. It’s called karaage in Japanese,” Felix was continuing. “I definitely don’t do it justice, but I like to think I’ve perfected it in my own way over the years. The coating is just slightly crispy, and the chicken stays juicy on the inside. It goes so well with the rice.”

Shayne held his breath and stared at the black and white floor tiles. He really wanted to think of something to say as he felt his stomach start to cramp.

He wanted words to come out of his mouth and distract from what he knew was coming, but his mind went completely blank except for the hot sting of embarrassment.

The deep, traitorous rumble started under his ribs, and even when he pressed his hand a little harder against his belly, the sound still swelled. The pain twisted deeper into his stomach too, making it hard not to wince.

“Are you okay?” Felix asked quietly, after letting a couple of seconds of silence pass over.

Shayne glanced up, his skin still feeling hot with shame at being caught, not only in the lie about not being hungry, but also in this state of needing something. Felix’s easy smile made the tension in his shoulders loosen slightly.

“How about I put some food aside for you to take up to your room?”

“You don’t have to do that,” Shayne said quickly, scratching at his neck. Despite everything, he had to admit to himself that he felt a bit… relieved, at the thought of being able to eat alone.

“I do, actually.” Felix pointed to his own ears. “Even half-vamps have heightened senses, buddy. Elli and I won’t get any sleep if your stomach’s gonna growl like that all night.”

The humiliation clawed at Shayne’s skin like a physical thing, so overpowering that he thought he was going to finally retch. Madelyn’s voice played over his own thoughts again, her tone so sharp it made him jump on the spot.

If you love making stuff disappear down that throat of yours so much, why don’t you make yourself useful and make sure it’s a demon? Instead of wasting actual food and making a pathetic weakling of yourself –

“I’m kidding, bud.” Felix leaned his elbows on the island in the middle of the kitchen and tilted his head to smile up at him. “Hey, I’m really sorry. Okay? I’m – I’m just an idiot over here, not knowing when to stop talking...”

The end of Felix’s sentence melted off into a chuckle, though it sounded off. Heavy. It didn’t sound like Felix. Shayne’s shoulders tensed again as he realised it was his fault. If he could figure out when to start talking, maybe people wouldn’t get so uncomfortable around him.

His belly started to growl again, though this time he just placed his hand over it, feeling a bit defeated. Felix’s gaze flicked up and he gave Shayne a weak half-smile.

“If I leave food for you, will you eat it?” 

Shayne tried to make himself nod, but when he finally managed to, he also found that tears had sprung to his eyes. He gulped and fought them back, but couldn’t stop his hands from shaking; though he was no longer sure if it was from emotion, or the cold, or the hunger that was clearly sapping his energy. He folded his arms tightly across his middle and stared at the floor tiles again.

“You should...” Felix trailed off, and didn’t start again until Shayne reluctantly met his gaze. “You should talk to Ryan about - about whatever. She acts a bit like a robot, but she’s understanding, and - well, she’s good at fixing problems.”

Shayne nodded wordlessly, curling his arms a little tighter against his stomach as another noisy vibration began. He let himself let out a small groan this time, reckoning it was better than awkward silence.

“I’ll leave yours in the microwave,” Felix said, standing up from where he’d been leaning over the countertop. “You can go, if you don’t want to be here when Elliott comes out.”

Shayne glanced towards the kitchen door, already feeling a little anxious at the thought of seeing Elliott. But like Felix had said, Elliott probably wasn’t going to make the first move, so maybe... maybe Shayne had to. 

“It’s okay, I’ll wait,” he said, swallowing hard as he met Felix’s gaze again. “Do, um, do you need help with anything?”

[por-cel-ain]

the wolf says, “it’s me”

Rating: 13 & up (Mentions of violence, described injury, swearing) Word count: 3200 Media/pairing: ffxv, promnis

Prompts || 50. “holy shit you’re bleeding.”

The mangled bite marks on his shoulder still stung almost half an hour later, but the satisfaction that bloomed in his chest at a job well done helped to lessen the pain. A feral werewolf had been spotted roaming the woods near one of the major parks and mutilating wildlife, and so Regis had quickly issued a warrant for their death in order to ensure the locals' protection. Naturally, Ignis was immediate in complying; setting off that same night to take care of the problem. They had been easy enough to dispatch, despite the still-bleeding wound he'd received. It only went as awry as it did because the poor fool was mad beyond belief, stumbling and thrashing this way and that like they couldn't manage to control their own limbs, but once he'd managed to pin them down they were in too sorry of a state to even try to fight him off. He'd made sure to give them a quick, painless death, given that they showed telltale signs of a forced turning. He distractedly shook his head, feeling his stomach flip at the thought. It wasn't an experience he would wish on his worst enemies, and he knew that even they would feel the same. Regardless, the situation had been dealt with, and now he had a long walk on a fairly sore leg to look forward to. Not that he was exactly complaining, since he easily could have been injured far worse. But he was definitely not getting back in the same amount of time that it took for him to get here. Then, as he left the shadowy shelter of the treeline and started to make his way through the park, he saw a human figure in the light fog. He stopped in his tracks. From their point of view, they would see a bloodied wolf striding along the dirt path without a care in the world, looking the perfect part of a mad beast on it’s way to ravage a small town's worth of people. ...well. This was about to get interesting. Rather then keep walking and have it potentially seem like he was stalkingly-approaching them, he waited for them to walk closer until they finally looked up from where they were messing with their phone and saw him just ahead of them. Though, at that point, they were close enough for him to get a better look, and the fur along his spine prickled. Short, fluffy blond hair. Crystalline eyes. Prompto, he realized, his eyes widening.

"...oh my fucking Gods," he heard him whisper under his breath, completely fear-struck, and he realized he wouldn't recognize him as he was; he'd never seen him shifted before. "He-hey, there, big guy," he stammered out, defensively reaching his hands up and very, very slowly stepping back, "sorry to, uh, invade your space...uhm...I-I'll get out of your way, and, uh--no one has to get hurt, yeah?" A feral would have torn him to pieces within the first few words. He let out a sigh-y huff under his breath, already planning to put aside the time to teach him how to handle a situation like this sometime later that week. Flattening his ears and lowering his head, he put on his best puppy eyes and calmly approached him. If he was lucky, he was on his way to meet up with Noctis, which meant that Ignis could potentially get back to his flat sooner rather than later. "Uh--woah, there," he squeaked, his shoulders stiffly rising, and it hurt a surprising amount to know that he was frightening him so bad without even meaning to. He loathed the idea of Prompto feeling like he had any sort of reason to fear him. He tried not to let it get to him too much, since he understandably didn't even know it was him. Prompto was practically a statue by the time Ignis stood mere feet from him, staring down at him with wide eyes. He let out an intentionally pitiful whine, trying to play up his injury by heavily favouring his leg. He looked to the torn, blood-matted fur on his shoulder, then, and his expression softened with sympathy. "--holy shit, you're bleeding," he gasped in realization. He hesitated for a moment before sinking down onto a knee, raising a hand toward him in suggestion. "Uhm...think I could take a look at that, for a sec? I won't touch it; just wanna look," he hastily assured him. Relieved that he was finally relaxing, he stepped just a bit closer before sitting down in front of him, angling his body so he could easily get to his shoulder. Prompto seemed taken aback at his friendliness, but quickly recovered and reached forward to gently part his thick fur, examining the gashes. It felt nice to have weight off of it. "Ah, man...that looks nasty," he hissed quietly through his teeth. “That has to hurt." He settled his palm against his side, subtly scritching at his pelt with dull nails, and Ignis let his eyes contently close at the feeling. Then, he brought up his other hand to rub at his neck. "Hmm...no collar, huh, bud? Wonder if you're chipped, then," he mused to himself. ...he didn't realize he was a werewolf. He thought he was a domestic dog. Of course, he deadpanned in his mind since his tongue wouldn't let him. He briefly wondered how he would react when he realized who he was and remembered that he'd stroked his fur like some kind of pet. Even after knowing one another for several years now, Prompto still had a terrible habit of acting nervously skittish around him at times, and he could just imagine the string of apologies he was going to throw his way later. He would have to see what he could do about correcting that behaviour. "Hey, so, listen," he began, and he quickly blinked open his eyes to find him looking up from where he'd been texting on his phone, "I'm supposed to meet a friend of mine out here, and he could probably get you somewhere where you could get that bite bandaged up. Does that...sound cool with you, or...?" he ventured cautiously, running a hand up his neck to scratch the back of his head. Gods help him, his hand felt heavenly in his fur. He must mean the Prince, he realized after quickly clearing his thoughts, swishing his tail a bit. Thank the Six, I won't have to walk all that way on this blasted leg. In an answer to his question, he simply leaned forward and gave his cheek a chaste lick, able to feel the way he froze up afterwards. "...I'll, uhm, take that as a yes!" he managed to squeak out after a moment's lapse, bringing his hand away to shyly feel at his face. Ignis, ever the fool, had forgotten just how cute he could be. It was a pleasant sort of reminder, certainly. After that, Prompto was quick to lead him to one of the entrances of the park, where they then sat on a nearby bench and waited. He caught him staring more than once, seemingly tracing his eyes over the patterns on his fur. He briefly wondered how in the world he thought that he looked at all domesticated enough to just be some average dog, with his towering size and clearly-wolfish features. Suddenly feeling more than a little bold, he turned from where he sat facing the street and instead laid down so his front legs splayed over his lap, resting his massive head between them. He felt him quickly bring his arms up, hiding his face in his hands if his muffled, hushed squealing was any indication, then after a moment he felt him bring them back down to hesitantly card his fingers through his pelt. He could tell he was intentionally giving his wound a wide berth, and even when he wasn't anywhere near it he still rubbed at him with maddening gentleness. "Such a handsome boy, aren't you," he cooed to himself, and Ignis' eyes flew open in surprise. "Your coat's way too well-groomed for you to be a stray; your owner must be missing you something awful." He briefly contemplated whether he had the meanness in him to tease Prompto for this afterwards or not. Likely the latter, if for no reason other than simply for his sake. It was a few more minutes before the Regalia pulled up in front of them, top-down. I should hope his father knows what he's doing right now, he thought with a narrow of his eyes as he lifted his head to look over. Noctis had parked with the passenger side closest to the sidewalk, presumably so Prompto could get in easier, and he squinted at the two of them over the distance. Staring right at Ignis. "About time, Noct! We've been waiting forever out here," Prompto playfully complained, wrapping his hand around the front of his neck to gently push him up and off of his lap so he could stand. He stashed his phone away into his pants pocket before turning to gesture to him, looking over at Noctis a bit sheepishly. "Sooo, this is the dog I was telling you about--"

"Prom," he suddenly cut in, completely deadpan. Ignis sat up straighter on the bench, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

"...what?" he replied in confusion when Noctis just gave him a look.

"Okay, so, two things," he started with a low sigh, waving a lazy hand for them to hop in the car, which Ignis did immediately while Prompto hesitated for a moment when he saw him jump in the front seat, leaving him to sit in the back. "One; that's not a dog, that's a werewolf," he explained dryly as he started driving, ignoring the shocked expression his best friend sent him in the mirror, "and two; that's not just any werewolf, that's Ignis."

"What?!" he all but screeched from the backseat. Ignis dared to glance up to the mirror to find Prompto already staring back at him in horror. A few dreadfully long, silent seconds went by before he piped up again, this time barely louder than a mouse. "I-I'm so sorry, Igs, I had no idea, I--holy shit, I'm so sorry," he whimpered, desperately trying to curl up into himself and hide his face from sight.

"Let me guess, you acted like an idiot, didn't you," Noctis blankly spoke up, to which Prompto just let out a muffled whine. He was outstandingly kind to me, he wanted to retort, sharply turning his head to glare over at Noctis, a trait you could afford to learn from him, your Highness. "Easy, Specs," he quickly said after catching his blazing eyes, "I'm just teasing."

"Uggghhh, I was such an idiot, though," his voice carried from the back once more, and he turned his head to actually look at him. Prompto must've felt his eyes on him, for he peeked through his fingers a few moments later, looking painfully embarrassed. "I really am sorry, Iggy..." He wished he could’ve put his mind at ease. He was already prone to locking up around him, and he could only imagine that his anxiousness would get even worse after this if he didn't do something about it. Unable to soothe him with words, he instead reached back to gently paw at him. But he'd already shamefully looked away again.

They made it to his apartment around half an hour later. The rest of the drive had been silent, as was the walk through the lobby, and the elevator ride up to his floor. All the while, Ignis contemplated on how he would be navigating the situation at hand. I have to tell him tonight, surely? he pondered as Noctis got out his spare key and let the three of them inside.

"We should probably get going now, Noct," Prompto suggested nervously, very clearly feeling like he'd overstayed his welcome. Before he could even think to start walking back out, Ignis leaped to stand in the hallway between him and the door. "--Iggy?" he yelped, taken aback.

"Pretty sure he wants you to stay, dude," Noctis chimed in, easily stepping past his body-blockade. He patted at his back as he went. "Go easy on him, Igs." He just huffed softly in reply. Naturally.

"Al-alright...uhm...see you later, then?"

"Mm. Later." And just like that, Noctis closed the door behind him and it was just the two of them. Prompto stood in the hall like he thought the surrounding walls were going to sprout teeth and crush him into pulp between animated jaws. He could only hope that, in time, he would come to be as comfortable here as he was in his own home. He batted at his leg with a paw, gesturing to be followed. He brought him over into the living room and waited until he sat down on the couch, lingering to make sure he was settled, before finally trotting off to the bedroom. He opened one of his dresser drawers with his teeth, randomly plucking out a pair of jeans. He could bother with boxers and a shirt later. Then he was back out and into the bathroom, carefully nosing the door shut. He instinctively wanted to lock it, but quickly decided that Prompto wouldn't just burst in on him while he was shifting back, and thus made peace with the fact that he couldn't and carried on. Setting his pants to the side, he did a quick check to make sure there wasn't anything in the immediate space that he could accidentally injure himself on, before feeling confident enough to finally close his eyes and ground himself, his muscles constricting and spasming as he willed himself into human form. Thankfully, he'd spent much of his younger years carefully mastering his control over his shifting, specifically so that he didn't sound like some sort of dying beast every single time. After what felt like barely a minute, his eyes blinked open, and he saw two hands clutching at the tile floor. Sighing under his breath in relief, he moved to stand to his feet--

"Fucking--hell," he suddenly spat out in pain, the once dull stinging in his shoulder now a full-blown fire raging throughout his arm and back. Naturally, the bite had become quite agitated after such drastic contortions. Grinding his teeth together so he didn't growl out loud, he finally managed to stand on shaky legs and get himself over to where he'd tossed his jeans, trying to put them on as quickly as he could without losing his balance in the process. He could dress the wound later; right now, he needed to talk to Prompto. Running his hand back through his hair so that it wasn't so messy, he opened the door and made his way back into the living room, pleased beyond belief to find him still sat at the couch. He immediately jumped up as he entered the room, staring pointedly at his bleeding shoulder in clear shock.

"Oh my Gods, it looks even worse now," he fretted, apparently not noticing how Ignis was advancing on him given that his posture had yet to accordingly change. "Do you need help with--" He cut himself off with a surprised squeak when he bodily leaned against him, making sure to rest on Prompto's right side so that he didn't get blood all over him. He gently pushed at his hips with sluggish hands, and once he got the hint and sat back down he immediately sank down onto his knees in front of him and pressed the top of his head to his chest, all but on his lap. He could feel his heart hammering against his rib cage. It felt like years had gone by before he finally spoke up again, his voice quiet in the darkness of the apartment, shaking anxiously, "Ignis, are you okay...?" He let his words hang in the air for a few moments as he thought. Then, he tilted his head up so he could languidly nuzzle the bridge of his nose against his soft shirt, greedily breathing him in. He always smelled so nice.

"I am, now," he rumbled hoarsely in reply.

"...are you sure?" He just nodded slowly against him, entirely entranced by his scent flooding his senses. Again, Prompto went quiet. He could feel his hands hovering awkwardly around his shoulders, obviously uncertain of what would be acceptable for him to do right now. "Li-listen," he began, stammering in his nervousness, "I'm really, really sorry about earlier. If I had known it was you, I promise, I never would have--"

"As if the way you acted towards me was so abhorrent," he smoothly interrupted him. At the mention of it, the memory resurfaced fresh in his mind, and he suddenly found himself aching to feel those soft hands running through his hair.

"I treated you like a dog, Igs," he whined in embarrassment. "I petted you."

"And?" Immediate, practically palpable silence.

"...wh-what d'you mean, 'and?!’" he eventually managed to weakly shoot back, sounding bewildered at his dismissal. "You should be mad at me right now--why aren't you mad?" An opening. Finally.

"I've never been able to be angry with you, Prompto," his admittance was hushed; soft with emotion. Somehow, his heartbeat quickened even more. Before he lost the moment, he hastily added, "I have always had something of a soft spot for you in my heart, from almost the very moment I first laid eyes on you." More silence. He continued. "For so long, I have suffered from this ache in my chest; longing for your presence, your touch. I cannot begin to tell you how many times I have dreamed of simply having you," before he could think to stop himself, he leaned up and desperately--yet gently, ever so gently--cupped his cheek with a hand, daring to bury his face into the side of his neck. "I am so, so heart-breakingly fond of you, Prompto..." After a few seconds, he started lightly shaking again, though he made no attempts to push him off or otherwise try to get away. Ignis just gripped at his waist with his other hand and pressed his nose more needily to his neck, waiting for his response with bated breath.

"...holy shit," he finally breathed out, and when he realized he could hear the smile in his voice he felt relief wash through him like calming water. "Am I dreaming right now?"

"I should hope not," he chuckled a bit, lovingly nuzzling against him. Prompto eagerly wrapped his arms around his neck in a hug, though he could tell he was still being mindful not to accidentally bump his injury. Adrenaline rushing through his veins, he abruptly leaned up so that they were eye-level. ”Please let me kiss you,” he murmured, their faces barely even an inch apart. Prompto’s eyes widened just the slightest bit at first, then he saw his dark pupils begin to dilate and drown out the blue-violet of his irises. The little nod and agreeing hum he gave was all Ignis needed, and as if the very world itself would end if he didn’t do it right then he surged forward to capture his mouth in a heated kiss. The way he instinctively pressed into it felt even better than he imagined it would. "Stay the night," he practically begged against his lips once they parted.

"O-okay," came the breathlessly excited reply.

[the-angry-pixie]

(1) So. I had a thought about Theo. You know how in Passing the Time, at some point Theo thinks something like “maybe Will is supposed to cheat on me with Mike...?” or something? It got me thinking, there’s no way Theo didn’t imagine a threesome at least once (not seriously, but the thought must have crossed his mind). and THAT led me to this HC: one day (after Will and Mike have made up and the three of them are fairly chill, but pre-breakup), the three of them are hanging out.

(2) Theo and Will get into some sort of tussling war over something (Theo probably stole Will’s food or backpack or some shit and started holding it just out of his reach, teasing him until Will pounced), and Theo turns it into a tickle fight or a poke war or whatever. Will expects Mike to help, but at the last second Mike just yells “Treachery!” and gangs up against Will. Will swears revenge and pins Mike down, laughing, and suddenly Theo is just watching the two of them wrestle and…

(3) well his mind gets a little carried away, because with Will pinning Mike down, holding down his wrists, and Mike trying and failing to buck his way free, and both of them laughing but also kind of out of breath and clearly just realizing the position theyre in… well. It’s stupid, and he knows it, but for just a moment Theo wonders what it would be like to pull Will into bed then and there, and take Mike with them. (And hey, maybe for the purposes of this AU, he does ;) ;) )

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Oooo Anon. I love the way you think. You’re absolutely right. Theo may come off as worldly and unshakeable but truth is, he’s still young and still has sexual fantasies that he hasn’t tried and would LOVE to.

A threesome is definitely one of those forbidden fruit things that he would obsess over.

And yeah, its been established in this universe that he thinks Mike is attractive (despite Mike’s very obvious dislike for him). Sooo that wrestling scenario is totally one where his thoughts would run away with him.

I might not be able to give you an actual threesome scene. But I can definitely give you the conversation that would happen with Will and Theo after something like that.

Well, see below and mind the NSFW. ;)

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“What time is your Mom home again?” Theo pushed his feet further underneath the warmth of Will’s legs where he sat at the other end of the couch, scribbling in his sketchpad.

“Late shift. Probably around 11.” Will murmured absently. His drawing headband on. His focus somewhere lost inside his fantastical mind. 

“And El?”

“Sleepover at Max’s.”

“And the Chief?”

At this Will looked up with a raised eyebrow. 

“At… work. Why?” The amused suspicion was heavy in his tone.

“Nothing!” Theo tried his best to look innocent. Though he was aware that he probably looked about as innocent as a fox in a chicken coop.

“What are you planning?”

“Nothing I swear. I was just wondering.” Theo buried himself further under the blanket around his shoulders until only his head was visible above the soft, flannel pattern. He fluttered his eyelashes at his boyfriend.

Will snorted and returned to his sketching. 

Theo could’ve left it. He really could’ve. But… the temptation was there. It had been presented to him so generously this afternoon. Heady and delicious. Like a cake sitting uneaten in a fridge. Or like a spot on your face that you know you shouldn’t pick at but you just can’t help it.

He waited a whole 20 seconds further. He counted them out in his head.

“So we’re all alone then…”

“Theo!” The sketchbook was slapped down into Will’s lap. He looked over in exasperation, patience obviously being drawn thin.  “Do you want to have sex? Is that it? We can have sex if you want. I just can’t stand all the–”

“Ok, ok I’m sorry with all the questioning. I’ll stop” Theo laughed. He was not laughing at Will. Just at the cute pouty expression he would sometimes get. He wondered if Mike had seen it? Whether he thought it was just as cute. Probably.

“It was nice having Mike over before.”

At this Theo witnessed that pout melt into a thoughtful smile.

“Yeah. It was.”

“I think he may even be starting to like me.”

“What do you mean?” Theo watched as Will fiddled with the pencil in his hand. Spinning it between his fingers. “Mike likes you just fine.”

“Really?” Theo raised his eyebrows as far as they would go, stroking his chin as though he was ponderously stroking a beard. “You sure that’s your final answer?”

Will bit his lip as he smiled. “Ok fine smartass” he reached out to pinch at Theo’s leg under the blanket. “But he’s definitely coming around to you. That’s just Mike. He doesn’t ever like anybody new.”

“Sure sweetie. Sure.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Theo ignored the question and the touchiness in Will’s tone. 

“Watching you guys wrestle was interesting” he continued casually.

“Interesting how?” Will had that suspicious expression again as he threw his sketchbook and pencil aside to pull his legs up to cross in front of him. Now facing Theo’s end of the couch.

Theo tried to look nonchalant as he pushed a hand back through his hair. He had to approach this delicately so as not to… well he had to be careful with Will.

“Oh you know. Two good-looking guys writhing around on the ground. Panting and heaving and grinding and all that. It was kind of hot.”

He could see the blush beginning to rise in Will’s cheeks.

“That’s not what we were– that isn’t what happened!” the indignation was clear as crystal in Will’s voice but Theo couldn’t help pushing just a bit more.

“Mike’s surprisingly energetic. Ever wondered what he’d be like in bed?”

He watched as Will’s eyes bugged and his mouth dropped open. As though he couldn’t believe what he’d just been asked.

“I– I don’t— No! I don’t think of him like that!”

“You sure?” Theo nudged at his boyfriend with his big toe, making the knee it was buried under bounce up and down. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself this afternoon…” 

“But– it was just wrestling. We do it all the time. Ever since he used to try to hog all the good crayons in kindergarten!”

Will’s eyes were large and to Theo’s surprise, seemed to be starting to look damp around the edges. By now he could tell that Will’s emotions were starting to bridge from defensive to upset and so he backed off. 

“Hey, hey! C’mere” he reached towards his boyfriend. Beckoning for him to come lie against him. Spreading his legs to accomadate. Pulling the smaller teens body back against his chest. Coaxing him into laying his head back against his broad shoulder and allowing him to wrap his arms around his middle. A kiss gently placed behind his ear.

“I was just teasing. That’s all mi amor.”

“Well I wish you wouldn’t. Not about Mike.” And something in that sentence struck a chord with Theo. Something that made the neurons in his brain fire and sizzle. Something that he would come back to muse on at a later time. But he didn’t really want to examine that right now. He had other thoughts he wasn’t quite finished with exploring for the moment.

“I’m sorry cariño” he murmured nuzzling his nose into Will’s soft hair. He couldn’t see his face. But he could feel his body beginning to relax back into him. “Can you blame me? You both looked so good. I got a little excited.”

“Stop!” Will giggled, a hand slapping at the arm around his waist.

“I can’t” Theo chuckled. “You got me all horny. You and that handsome best friend of yours” then he lowered his voice. As though sharing a secret for just the two of them. “Can you imagine it mi amor? Can you imagine taking him into our bed. Sharing him between us.”

“This is weird. He– he’s not like tha–”

“–He wouldn’t know what to do. You would have to guide him.” Theo talked over his questioning boyfriend. His voice was nothing but an intimate whisper now. Never taking his mouth very far away from Will’s ear.

Theo noted the dry swallow that scratched in Will’s throat. He moved one of his hands soothingly up and down his stomach. A shiver seemed to overtake his boyfriend’s body for a halting moment. And then… a shyly uncertain voice seemed to escape from between Will’s lips.

“G-guide him how?”

Theo smiled the smile of the triumphant. He squeezed the boy in front of him closer to his body and began kissing down his neck.

“Maybe he would let me kiss him. Kiss those beautiful, full lips. We’re the same height. It would be so easy. I wonder does he like to be kissed. I wonder does he make sounds when he is kissed.”

He heard Will suck in a deep breath, letting it out with a shudder.

“Would you like that mi corazón? Would you like to see me kissing your precious Mike? You know how good I am at kissing. He would be hard in his pants in no time. I wonder…” he punctured this sentence with a slow suck and a quick bite to Will’s pulse point. “I wonder has he ever had a mouth on his dick before.”

Theo could feel the heat building beneath the surface of Will’s neck. Could practically feel the blood buzzing underneath the skin.

“He has” Will’s breathy voice put forth. “Three times. He… he told me about a girl from the Science State Championships last year.”

“Three times. My, my” Theo purred, rubbing both his hands up and down his boyfriend’s torso. “Still, I bet that girl and those three times would have nothing on what you could do to him. We both know how good you are with your mouth.”

Theo heard a small whimper being bitten back.

“Close your eyes cariño” he paused until he was sure Will had done it. “Can you see it? Mike moaning into my mouth from the feeling of your lips around his cock. A hand for your hair and a hand for mine. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself. Who to pull closer.”

Another juddering whimper and Theo felt Will begin to grind back against him.  It felt bone-meltingly good. By now he was fully hard and very much ready to do something about it. He just had to take Will a little further.

“Maybe Mike likes to get fucked” he offered in an innocently questioning tone. “Maybe he likes the feeling of a nice thick cock in his ass” he punctuated his suggestion with a firm hand smoothed over the front of Will’s jeans. The warmth and hardness he felt there alerting him to just how excited his boyfriend was by now. “He would look so lovely. Knees bent. Ass in the air. Maybe he would like to swallow your cock as he’s fucked by mine. You would like that wouldn’t you. You would like to see me fucking him as he sucks you off. Right mi amor?”

“Oh f-fuck…”

The grinding was becoming more insistent now. Theo’s hand had made it inside Will’s jeans at some point. The panting sounds Will was making as he moved back and forth from pushing up into Theo’s hand and then grinding down against his dick… fuck, if he didn’t get some relief soon…

He could feel the sweat beading in the junction of Will’s neck as he delivered his finishing blow.

“Maybe Mike would let you ride him. We both know how much you like that. How good you are at it. I would… hnnngh I would give anything to see that. To kiss you and admire you as you take your best friend’s cock so well…”

“Enough.”

The voice was clear and determined as the hot body on top of Theo rolled over and he was met with fiery eyes. Pupils blown and hungry. Lips shiney-red and bitten. Theo was sure he looked much the same.

The kiss that followed was hard and animalistic and Theo couldn’t help but groan as he could now feel Will’s erection sliding desperately against his own - even through the clothes and blanket between them.

Will pulled back far enough for his green eyes to stare into Theo’s deep brown. 

“Fuck me” was all he said, his voice throaty.

It was all that needed to be said.

—-

So there you have it. Whoo! That kind of got away from me a bit. But I like it. An easy enough occurence for Will to brush off the next day (i mean, who wouldn’t get all hot and bothered from Theo’s stellar storytelling skills??), but also just enough to maybe provide some food for thought for the both of them. If you’re wondering where I would place this in the Starman timeline - I would say somewhere post-Castle Byers scene but pre-quarry scene. I hope you liked it. To the original Anon who sent me those amazing Theo HC’s in the first place… I especially hope you enjoyed it!