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Written for PheonixQueen15, thanks for all the help with my fics!

Chapter 1

Having wings was a privilege that not everyone had. The Noble families saw it as their right, proof they were better than others. Noctis thought that was stupid and his Dad agreed but there wasn't a lot they could do to change opinions except lead by example.

Going to a public school was part of that. He wore a specially made harness to keep his wings against his back and a specially tailored uniform to fit them. it was just another thing that set him apart from his fellow students, caused them to whisper and point. He wasn't the only one at the school, since wings did pop up in the population, but his wings were the nicest. They were pitch black and glossy, the feathers long and powerful looking, just like everyone in his family. There had been talk, due to his Mother's common status, over whether or not he would have wings and what a scandal it would be if he didn't, that had been used to try and block the marriage. His birth and glorious Lucis Caelum wings had silenced those detractors. The other kids at school had rather dull wings, greys and browns, nowhere near as large or strong as Noct's.

Personally, Noctis loved Ignis' wings. They had developed late, but that wasn't uncommon in those from Tenebrae. Noctis still remembered the months of pain it had caused his Adviser as muscle, skin and bone had formed, often leaving him bedridden. He had sat with Ignis whenever he could, holding his hand or wiping his face with a cool cloth. Seeing Ignis like that had really scared him, he'd lost his Mother as a baby and he didn't want to lose Iggy too. It had taken months for him to improve and almost a year for his wings to grow out completely. His wing span wasn't as large as Noctis' when compared to his body size but they were pure white and fluffy, very soft.

Gladio had the normal dark brown/gold of the Amicitia family with a massive wingspan but considering his size, it was necessary. His feathers were sleek, almost sharp looking, especially when flared in threat or to protect Noctis. Like Noctis, he had been born with his wings, they were strong enough that Gladio could actually carry Noctis if needed which was a bit scary but good to know in case of emergency. Apparently Clarus had once carried his Dad to escape an assassination attempt.

When Noctis met Prompto, he wasn't surprised by his lack of wings. The bubbly blonde didn't try and stare at his wings or touch them, he was always careful when they stood close and when they got close enough to touch, he was careful about how he slung an arm over Noct's shoulders without making it look like he was being careful. It was nice, he didn't make a production out of it. Prompto just accepted that Noctis had wings and made allowances for them without needing to be told…..which should have been a rather large hint and yet none of them picked up on it.

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"Are you ever going to accept an invitation to stay the night?" Noct asked as he put the controller down, stretching his wings out. Prompto was sitting on the floor, back against the couch so he wasn't in hitting range.

Prompto just shrugged and leant his head back to grin up at Noctis. "Maybe," he laughed, stretching his arms up, cracking his back. "I should head home." He groaned and stood, putting his controller down.

Noct glanced at the window and frowned, grabbing his phone to check the time. "I think you've missed the last bus."

"What?" he scrambled for his own phone and then groaned. "Guess I'm walking."

"I'll call Specs, he can give you a lift or you could stay."

"Uh, no…it's fine."

"Prom it's dark and I think it's going to snow, you'll freeze," Noctis frowned, standing up. "I have a spare room, why won't you stay? Nothing bad will happen, this is like the safest building in Insomnia with all the guards. You won't get in trouble for staying, that was covered in your security clearance. Please…or I call Ignis."

Prompto hesitated, obviously torn but realising that Noctis wasn't kidding. "I…uh….okay," he agreed nervously and Noctis smiled at him.

"Great, I'll grab you some towels and tuff for the morning," Noctis grinned and went to the closet off the kitchen, grabbing toiletries and towels for his friend. He put them on the bed, glad it was kept made so they didn't have to do it. It wasn't as big as his own, but it was probably big for someone without wings. "Here you go. I'll see you in the morning," he smiled, and Prom nodded, still seeming nervous.

"Kay…night," he went in and closed the door and Noctis frowned when he heard it lock but shrugged it off, if it made him feel safe then that was fine.

Noctis grabbed his phone on his way back through the living room and quickly texted Spec to let him know that Prompto was staying the night. He went into his own room and stripped off, pulling on some loose sleep pants before curling up in his bed, well nest. Yeah, he could sleep in a normal bed like the one in the room where Prompto was sleeping, but he was more comfortable in his nest, bird jokes aside. He curled up and settled down to sleep, enjoying the fact that Prompto was just down the hall and safe, wings stretching out before wrapping around him.

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Ignis silently let himself into the apartment, seeing the ratty sneakers next to Noctis' better quality shoes and the second school bag. Even if Noctis hadn't texted it would be immediately obvious that Prompto had finally agreed to stay the night. Thankfully it had been a Friday, so the boys didn't have school, which was probably why they had played games so late that the buses had stopped. He took off his jacket and stretched his wings out, before letting them settle against his back, moving to begin preparing breakfast for two. At least waking Prompto should prove a much easier prospect than waking the Prince. Once breakfast was cooking he went to the guestroom and knocked on the door, surprised to find it was locked. "Prompto? Breakfast will be ready in thirty minutes," he called but there was no answer, so he knocked louder. "Prompto?" he pulled a set of keys from his pocket and opened the door, stepping inside the darkened room, eyes adjusting to reveal a form on the bed but…something was off. He flicked the lights on and froze, eyes wide.

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He vaguely heard a voice calling but ignored it, snuggling down deeper in the softest bed ever. For once sleeping wasn't causing pain and his body was determined to make use of that. The sudden light had his eyes opening, blinking and then he realised where he was….he'd locked the door! He rolled off the bed, coming to his feet on the far side of the it, away from the door, to find a frozen Ignis, staring with wide eyes and Prompto tried to back further away, petrified. This wasn't meant to happen! A whimper or terror was torn from his throat as he glanced at the windows, trying to find a way out.

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Ignis couldn't stop staring as Prompto rolled off the bed, backing against the wall. It took the boy whimpering in fear to snap him out of it and he held his hands up, letting his wings relax to appear as unthreatening as possible. He was blocking the only exit which seemed to be increasing his anxiety, but he didn't want the younger male to bolt. "Easy Prompto, it is alright," he soothed automatically.

He was still shocked, Noct's wingless friend…wasn't. Prompto had wings unlike anything he had ever seen. There were no feathers at all….the wings composed of some sort of membrane with…yes, there was something on it, fuzzy…fur? And there was something part way along the wing, a bony protuberance of some sort. He jolted out of his thoughtful inspection when Prompto shivered, arms wrapped around himself as he tried to press even deeper into the wall. "It's alright, no one is going to hurt you," he soothed, taking a step closer, not liking how he was breathing or how wide his eyes were. "Look at me Prompto," he urged gently. "I'm not mad, come here," he held his hand out as Prompto shifted to jam himself into the corner, crumpling to the floor. Ignis took a breath and sank to his own knees, all but crawling slowly towards the terrified teen.

They had thought he was wingless, had treated him thus…had anyone ever treated him properly? Given him the kind of affection and touch that was normal between them? Did anyone even know Prompto had wings? If he hadn't been born with them, with how much his parents travelled it was possible the boy had hidden them. and with the lack of feathers he could hide them, they looked like they would lie almost fully flat against his back, his clothing wouldn't even need to be tailored, for bulk. But the length? How had he hidden that? No, right now that didn't matter. Calming Prompto down and comforting him was important.

He crawled over, kneeling in front of him as Prompto trembled, head buried in his knees, and he brought his own wings forward, wrapping around the huddled form. He reached out with his hands to rest on rigid shoulders, gently rubbing at his skin and Prompto froze before his head snapped up to stare with wide eyes and Ignis smiled gently. He tugged the teen from the corner and into his arms, wings wrapping around him more firmly as he settled Prompto under his chin, rocking him gently. He pressed a kiss to messy hair, shifting a hand to gently stroke the skin between Prompto's wings and he heard a choked off sob from the teen before ever so slowly his arms wrapped around Ignis in return. "I've got you, let it out," he whispered, tears could be a good thing and he could use the emotional release. Prompto fought it for a few more seconds before he was sobbing into Ignis' shirt, whole body shaking and Ignis just sat there, whispering occasionally and rubbing his back, the muscles were so tense they felt like rock but gradually they began relaxing.

He looked up as a sleepy Noctis appeared in the doorway, dark blue eyes widening, and he shook his head in warning. Noctis hesitated, waking up quickly as his brain fully registered the sight of his Adviser and friend on the floor, Prompto all but hidden by white wings, obviously in his lap, body heaving as he sobbed. 'Breakfast,' Ignis mouthed and he frowned before nodding and heading for the kitchen, pausing to look back before he vanished down the hall. That handled the worry over breakfast burning the kitchen down. He would remain for as long as Prompto needed him too. He knew his own wings had hidden Prompto's from the Prince's view or else he never would have left the room.

Eventually the sobs slowed, Prompto limp against him, and he shifted to see that the teen was asleep again. He got his legs under him and stood, wings shifting to help him balance as he walked to the bed and settled him back on it before slipping from the room.

"What happened? Is he alright?" Noctis demanded as he appeared.

Ignis hesitated, it should be up to Prompto to tell Noctis. "I…saw something that upset him. The rest is for him to tell you."

"Iggy…"

"No Noctis, I will not cause him more emotional trauma."

Noctis sat down, wings drooping. "Is it bad?"

"I do not believe so," he was not sure how others would react. Was that why he hid them? Had someone seen and reacted badly? He went to work salvaging breakfast before pulling out his phone and requesting Prompto's medical file. Perhaps that was an abuse of his position, but if they were going to help Prompto it was information he needed. He did wonder if the teen's wings were useable or not. If they were then they would need to scheduled time in the training halls to teach him. Even if he couldn't fly, it was likely he could at least glide using them.

Breakfast was long gone and Noctis was actually getting his homework done when they heard the guestroom door crack open. Before the Prince could do anything, Ignis was down the hall and slipping into the room with Prompto, something in his hands.

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Prompto woke up, head aching, confused and then he froze, eyes searching the room, but he was alone. Iggy…Iggy had seen…he knew…what would he do? He remembered the sensation of warm feathers cocooning him, of a gentle hand on his back and he bit back another sob. No one had ever held him like that before. Maybe…maybe he wouldn't tell? He saw that the door was shut and forced himself to get up and go to it, testing the knob to find it was unlocked, he pushed it open slightly but then his courage fled, and he retreated back to the bed. Seconds later Ignis was slipping inside, closing the door behind him and Prompto was shocked to see a tray in his hands.

"You slept through breakfast so I thought you may be hungry," Ignis told him, setting the tray down before sitting on the edge of the bed, close, but not too close. "How do you feel?"

Prompto shrugged, eyeing the tray before slowly reaching out for the food.

"Noctis only knows that you were upset, you were well hidden from his sight when he came to the door. So long as neither of you are in danger I will say nothing. However, I believe you should tell him."

"That I'm a freak?" Prompto muttered.

"You are not a freak," Ignis stated firmly, startling him. He found the Adviser was even closer now and he tensed as a hand came to rest on his shoulder, tugging him forward until he was in Ignis' arms again, soft, white, fluffy wings wrapping around him and he shivered, feeling them against his own ugly ones. He'd seen Ignis and Gladio likes this before, even the guys with Noctis but never with him. He could feel some of the ever present tension in his back and wings melting away as he slumped against Ignis. A hand moved into his hair and he sighed, unable to help pressing into it. "Feel better?" Ignis asked gently and he hummed in response, getting a chuckle. "No one's ever done this for you before, have they?"

"No," he mumbled. Now he was seeing why Noctis always sought this out though, the Prince of Naps must love the feeling. "Noct…."

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"Will not think you are a freak either. You are his best friend and he cares deeply for you," Ignis knew what he was worrying about. "There is a lot we can do to make you more comfortable as well." He had seen Prompto's room, the bed must be painful, likely so was however he hid his wings. He hated to think of him trying to do anything he could to hide. "May I ask a few question?" there was silence for a while before Prompto nodded against his chest. "Were you born with your wings?"

"No," was the whispered answer. "Was eight."

"I see," at least he hadn't spent his whole life in hiding. "Who else knows?"

"My parents."

That had him frowning. "No one else? How have you kept this from your doctor?" that got a shrug. "Prompto?"

"Never go cause I never get really sick." He curled a little, trying to cuddle in more and Ignis shifted his grip to help him. He felt sick that no one had ever done this for him. He knew Prompto was adopted and the Argentum's were wingless…they wouldn't understand the instincts that came with wings. They should have brought him to one of the centres designed for families where only their children developed wings, let him be socialised with others like him, they could be charged with neglect for not doing that but…he had the feeling fear had played a part, theirs and Prompto's.

"There are more reasons to see a doctor than being sick," he finally said. "If you are worried, I can ensure you see a Citadel doctor who will keep full confidentiality," he promised. "Would you like to see Noct now?" he asked to change the topic when he felt the rapid head shaking over the doctor, he could revisit that idea later. He could feel his hesitation and made sure to keep up the comforting touches. "He's worried about you." Finally Prompto nodded slightly and Ignis dug his phone out to text the Prince rather than shout or move away from the teen.

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Noctis sat at the table, struggling to focus, listening intently but the shut door cut off anything happening in the bedroom. What had changed between last night and today? Was Prompto going to be okay? It had been odd, seeing Ignis hold Prompto like he would Noct or Gladio. So something really had to be wrong for Iggy to have reacted like that when it wouldn't help Prom the way it would them. It felt like an eternity before his phone beeped with a text, telling him he was welcome, so he got up and walked to the room, heart racing. He opened the door and found Prompto barely visible, curled in Ignis' arms, hidden by his wings and he swallowed. "Prom?" it hurt, to see that blonde head flinch but Ignis leant closer, whispering to him, stroking his hair and then he slowly pulled his wings back.

Noctis frowned, confused by what he was seeing, eyes unable to make sense of it at first and then his eyes went wide. Wings…Prompto had wings…they didn't look right though, and he moved closer. "Prompto?" a trembling hand reached out to touch the wing near him, and it jerked…it was attached to his best friend. He got onto the bed beside them and reached for Prompto with arms and wings. Seeing that, Ignis gently disentangled the boy from himself, letting him fall into Noctis' arms. It was a good thing he was stronger than he looked, or he would have fallen, as it was, he turned so they lay on the bed face to face, with plenty of room for their wings at their backs but he lifted his right wing and covered Prompto with it even as he wrapped his arms tightly around him, careful of Prompto's own wings. "I've got you," he whispered, unknowingly echoing Ignis' words.

"M'sorry, m'sorry," Prompto mumbled and Noctis hushed him.

"It's okay Prom, you've got nothing to be sorry for,"

"Lied to you," he sniffled and Noctis smiled.

"I don't care, I didn't care that you didn't have wings and I don't care if you do. It doesn't change anything," he swore, pressing their foreheads together.

"But they're not normal," Prompto tried to argue.

Noctis lifted a hand, letting to hover over one of his wings, eyes asking for permission and Prompto shakily nodded. Noctis smiled and gently touched the membrane, running along it until he came to something that stuck out along the top. He touched it and it moved….kind of like a finger or toe. He then ran his fingers down the back before blinking, it wasn't fuzz or fur but feathers, tiny, useless feather but still feathers. He looked at Prompto's face to find his eyes screwed shut and he frowned. "Does it hurt?" he asked, hand freezing but Prompto shook his head. "The feathers are soft," he told his friend and he slowly opened his eyes, searching Noctis' face. "There is nothing wrong with your wings," he promised, shifting and gently tugging the left wing out and under his own outstretched one, feeling it slide against his feathers and Prompto gasped, eyes wide. "Feel good?" he asked and Prompto nodded. "It's meant to."

"You're not mad?"

"Nope," he grinned at his friend. "Though I have no clue how you've managed to hide these beauties. You had your back jammed into the edge of the couch last night! That must have killed." He would have been in agony sitting like that.

Prompto pulled back and sat up, chewing his lip nervously before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath and Noctis jumped as his wings shrank from sight, vanishing.

"How?" he blinked in shock as Prompto became wingless.

TBC….