#after all phe has never shown any sign of magic

[charlottedabookworm]

Reveal because Noctis and Phe both have an allergy to this one very specific, weirdly uncommon thing. In fact, most LC have this allergy.

His best friend isn’t always smiling or anything, but it’s still weird to walk into class and see him scowling down at a sheet of paper. Phe is the most laidback guy Noctis knows - though maybe that isn’t hard, when his competition is Gladio and Iggy who are intense on a good day - and to see him visibly frustrated rather than just shrugging it off because things happen has him pausing for a heartbeat.

Then, because this is his best friend, Noct slips into the seat beside him with a nudge of their shoulders and a: “You alright?”

“I lost my medic alert tag.”

He blinks. “Your what?” He asks stupidly, even though he knows what a medic alert tag is. Why did Phe need a medic alert tag? Why didn’t he know? Fuck he’s a bad friend what if Phe had had an accident or there had been an emergency and-

“It’s my own fault; I probably should have checked the bracelet before I went swimming in that lake with Aunt Lena but I forgot and it broke. Now I have to get a new one.”

“Makes sense,” Noct says slowly, glancing between Phe and the sheet of paper in front of him. “Is the form complicated or something?” His own tags are Citadel issued, after all, and have been for as long as he can remember. He has no idea how other people even get them.

“Nah, the thing I’m allergic to is just- complicated as anything to spell and it doesn’t even look like a real word. look at this thing, Noct!”

A piece of paper is shoved under his nose.

Noct bites back the urge to sneeze, the edge tickling at his skin, and grabs it to pull it away from his face and-

He freezes.

“Are you sure that’s what you’re allergic to?” The words taste like mud on his tongue as he stares at the complicated string of letters printed carefully on the page.

The very familiar string of letters.

Phe rolls his eyes, a grin flashing across his lips. “I know, right! It doesn’t even sound like a real thing, but apparently it’s a sedative of some kind? My dad’s allergic real bad to it so they tested me when I was a baby and ta-da!”

Huh, he thinks.

“Meds always have annoying names like that,” he says, still staring at the string of letters on the page.

If he pulled his own alert tag out from underneath his shirt, he’d see the same word, etched into the metal. It’s not that weird. It can’t be. Loads of people share allergies.

It doesn’t mean anything.

Just- Noct remembers his doctors talking about how rare being allergic to this specific medication is. So rare there’s not even any numbers on it.

He’s never even heard of anyone being allergic to it outside him and his dad, and even with them the doctors don’t think it’s a true allergy. More… their magic reacting badly to it.

“Noct?”

What are the odds of Phe and his father both being allergic to that one specific medication?

“Noct, you alright?”

A hand lands on his arm.

He blinks.

Phe stares at him, a frown on his lips, blue eyes dark with concern and-

Oh.

I need to speak to dad.

#ask #raven-6-10 #ffxv #prompto ulric au #regisson au #snippet #my fic #wrote this on my phone so i’m sorry if it gets messed up #noct just sitting here coming to the realisation that his best friend is related to him somehow #probabky through a bastard line a couple generations back? #after all phe has never shown any sign of magic #but he and his dad have to be related if they share the allergy right? #and he thinks they don’t know so he’s like okay gotta tell dad he’ll tell me what to do #‘what if i tell phe we might be related and then we aren’t i can’t do that dad!’