#(wouldn't it be nice if the peace treaty was real and Noctis actually gets to meet Luna without her being killed off)

[brattyprincenoctis]

This World Still Wants To Tame Me (Explicit, GladNoct,2/?)

Summary: Omega!Noctis has a one-night stand with Alpha!Gladio and ends up pregnant. He doesn’t know how to deal with that.

(STILL NOT BETA’D I’M SO SORRY.)

Part 1, 

Noctis sat on the bathroom floor, face pressed into his knees so he wouldn't have to stare at those pregnancy tests any longer. How could this have happened to him? There was no doubt, not a single doubt that Gladio was the father. But there was no way that was possible because Noctis hadn't been in heat. A heat was the only occasion an Omega could get pregnant and even then it was difficult. The highest chance to become pregnant was if the Omega's heat and the Alpha's rut aligned. But that usually didn't happen until their bond had settled. Which could take up to a year.

So how in the name of all gods, the living and the dead ones, did Noctis get pregnant?! He had felt more restless during that time and he had felt especially attracted to Gladio lately, more than usually, but... still. How?

Noctis groaned loudly and banged his head against his knees, cursing himself and everything around him. The sink, the bathtube, the floor, and every dirty towel in the laundry basket. This was not supposed to happen. Regis knew that Noctis was fooling around sometimes and he had two simple rules:

1. Don't get attached

2. Don't get pregnant Noctis knew of course that he had already broken rule 1 and now rule 2 had been smashed in like a window. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to tell his father, Gladio or anyone else. Fuck, he was still engaged to Luna and what would she say to a husband that was already pupped properly? Ugh. He was in so much trouble.

With a sigh he pushed himself up on his feet and stood in front of the mirror. He turned sideways and lowered the waistband of his sweatpants, shoving up his shirt at the same time until he could stare at his very flat belly. It was hard not to burst into a hysterical laughter. What did he think? That he would already show? Of course not. But he tried to imagine what he would look like with a swollen belly. Noctis had always been proud of his lean figure and that he wasn't soft like Omegas usually were. Not that it was bad, Noctis just preferred himself muscled. But that would change soon, wouldn't it?

"Noctis?" There was a soft knock at the door.

Noctis didn't jump, he kept staring at his belly. It was just Ignis. Ignis was one of the few people he trusted utterly and completely. He was a gentle Alpha and one of the most pleasant people he knew. Ignis was the one who'd bought the pregnancy tests for him and smuggled them back into the palace. He didn't know the result yet.

"I'll be out in a minute," he replied and Ignis only gave a noise of acknowledgement before he stepped away.

Noctis sighed again and tucked the hem of his shirt unter his chin, running both of his hands over his stomach now, poking and prodding at it. Of course he could still get an abortion. Ignis would support him, whatever he decided to do and arrange an appointment for him. Noctis couldn't do it though. He was not opposed to abortions but if he did it he'd do it because he wanted to, not because his father wanted him to do it. And if Regnis knew he would insist on it.

No, he would keep it. He already loved the tiny pup that grew inside of him, even if it wasn't really alive yet. He wanted someone that looked like him and Gladio, he wanted to raise that pup and cherish it.

After a few more moments of pondering and rubbing against his belly he finally let go and picked up the bunch of pregnancy tests before he stepped outside. Ignis was waiting at the window with crossed arms, watching the scenery. When he heard Noctis he turned around with a concerned expression.

"So..."

"So," Noctis echoed and hold up the tests. "Do you want to be the godsfather or should I ask Prompto?"

It was supposed to sound like a joke but he couldn't help but choke it out desperately, asking for support more than anything else.

"Noct." Ignis stepped closer and looped one arm around him, pulling him against his chest in a rough hug. "Whatever you decide, I'll help you."

Noctis squezzed his eyes shut and the plastic sticks clattered to the floor so he could claw at Ignis' back and sob into his shoulder. He cried properly now, knowing it would be the only time he was allowed to, the only time he could let himself. There were rough times ahead of him now.

"Want to keep it," he sniffed into Ignis' jacket. "I want to tell Gladio but I can't tell anyone, I can't tell him, I... can't."

"Noct, I know Gladio as well as you do and he loves you, as his prince, as his friend and apparently as more than that, too. You would have his support as well."

"No." Noctis pulled back to look up at Ignis with teary eyes. "He is so loyal to the crown. I would only put him into an unfair situation. He shouldn't have to choose. I'll... I'll figure this out."

"And Luna?"

Nocits scowled.

"I'll figure that out too. Can you... Can you get rid of those? For me? And maybe bring me some scent neutralising soap? I think I'll need it soon."

Noctis kneeled on the floor to pick up the pregnancy tests and shove them into the plastic bag Ignis had brought. He could dispose of them outside of the palace.

"Of course, Noct."

And that was that. Noctis was alone again, curling up in his bed. He had pretended to be sick this morning because... well he had been sick. Puked right into the toilet. In a kneejerk reaction he had blamed yesterday's food and now the cook was being replaced by a new one because this wasn't supposed to happen. Noctis felt bad about it.

He stayed there for the rest of the day, napping and reading, eating only little. Ignis was scolding him because eating was important now but Noctis didn't feel like it. Prompto visited him later in the day and told him about the things he had missed. He was a wonderful Beta, a true friend and Noctis wondered if he could tell him. Prompto wouldn't tell anyone, would he? But Ignis said it wasn't a good idea. No one else should know, for now.

The only one who didn't visit him that day was Gladio. Even Regis came to look after his son! But Gladio kept guarding the door and didn't set a foot inside. It was quite frustrating because there was nothing more that he wanted than having Gladio back in his bed so he could crawl on top of him and kiss him senseless. Then he would tell him, that they would have a pup and hopefully Gladio would be happy... Most likely though he would be angry. Or worse, tell him to abort it. But it was their pup, he wouldn't say that, no. He thought about what kind of father Gladio would be. Probably a strict one, but he would care deeply and smother their child with kisses when no one was looking and secretly spoil it with sweets. He imagined a small fragile baby in Gladio's arms and how he would smile down at it. But that was only a dream, wasn't it? And a lot of time would pass before Noctis would find out how it actually was.

"Noct?" Prompto was still sitting next to him, flicking through a magazine.

It was almost dawn but Prompto still hadn't left. He was quiet for once, noticing that Noctis preferred silence today. Prompto was much more sensitive than Ignis gave him credit for. Prompto had always cared deeply about his friends. About Noctis.

"Hm?"

"This isn't just a stomach ache, huh?"

Noctis frowned and curled up a little more, rubbing his thumb over his own abdomen in a soothing motion.

"Hm. I just don't feel well today. I'll be fine tomorrow."

"Are you sure?" Prompto was concerned.

"Mhm. Don't worry."

"Alright... But you can talk to me if you need to, yeah?"

"Yeah... Thanks, Prompto."

"No problem, Noct."

He did feel better the next day. Somehow he was able to swallow it all down and put on a smile when Prompto greeted him outiside. For a while he even managed to forget about the pregnancy. The casual puking he did in the morning went by unnoticed and the scent neutralising soap Ignis had bought him seemed to help, since no one commented on his change of scent. He even managed to fake a heat, which he was quite proud of. Spending a week in his room alone was quite boring though.

Only Gladio kept frowning at him from time to time, when they sparred or when they were just standing really close. One time Gladio had almost managed to hit him in the stomach and Noctis had been so alarmed that he stopped training. Gladio was not very amused.

"Are you getting lazy?" Gladio's arms were crossed over his chest, his nostrils flaring. He was angry.

Noctis just sighed and stopped writing, instead he pressed the tip of the pen into the paper before im, frowning slightly.

"M'not lazy," he mumbled. "I just don't feel good lately. Maybe I'm getting sick. It will pass, alright?"

There was a pause, then Gladio checked Noctis' bedroom door and locked it before he stepped closer. He bit into the finger of his glove and pulled it off with his teeth, then he did the same to the other. Noctis stared, his mouth going very dry.

"Gladio..."

"You're behaving very strange lately." His hands settled on Noctis' shoulders and slowly pulled him back, until he was sitting straight. Then his hands began to stroke Noctis' neck with his thumbs until they worked out the little knots. Noctis sighed. "What is wrong, Noct?"

"Nothing," he said and closed his eyes, craving more of Gladio's touch.

The smell was almost overwhelming. Gladio had smelled good before but now he was outright delicious and it made Noctis feel safe. Him and the baby. Gladio meant home, he was his mate.

Noctis' eyes snapped open. This was the father of his child and he still didn't know. Gladio didn't know that they had created something, a part of both of them. Gods, he wanted to tell him. But he couldn't.

Noctis tensed and Gladio's hands stopped. He frowned down at the Omega and Noctis tried to get up, but Gladio was keeping him there.

"When did you stop talking to me, Noct?"

Noctis pressed his lips together, barely holding it together.

"Don't touch me."

Now it was Gladio who tensed.

"What?"

"I... don't want you to touch me."

Gladio removed his hands immediately and Noctis had never seen him so hurt. Fuck, this was bad. He hadn't meant to say it. It was just unbearable to be touched by Gladio when he couldn't tell him, show him, let him feel it.

But Gladio quickly regained his posture, face closing off like nothing had happened. He squeezed his hands back into his gloves and then looked at Noctis.

"I'm sorry, your highness. It won't happen again."

Noctis felt ill after Gladio had left and he quickly ran for the toilet to empty his stomach inside. It was bad and he felt his eyes sting and his nose run. He didn't know how long he could pretend, how long he could hide the pup and his own feelings. Gladio didn't look at Noctis anymore when they were alone, but he acted normal when Ignis and Prompto were there. He acted like a friend. Nothing more. But Noctis wanted more.

Trouble only came 10 weeks later when he was starting to show. Showing was not the trouble though. There was a bump high on his belly but he could cover it up quite well since he only wore black and loose clothes. Ignis had snuck him away a few times to see a doctor and everything was fine. She'd told Noctis he had to improve his eating habits and while Noctis had scowled, Ignis had just smirked at him. He'd said the same for months. The worst was that he had to avoid raw meat. He really missed his steaks. But so far no one had realised anything and Noctis was still safe.

Ignis was just stroking over Noctis' bare stomach when the knock came.

"Prince Noctis? The king wants to see you. He said to bring Ignis Scientia as well." It was just a guard.

"I'll be there soon," he answered quickly and waited for the sound of footsteps to fade.

When they did he grabbed Ignis' hand and squeezed it, before he pushed it away. Somehow it felt weird for another Alpha to touch him like that. Ignis shifted away with an unhappy expression, adjusting his glasses before he looked to the floor. Noctis knew where this was coming from. He knew that Ignis' own Alpha instincts were kicking in and even though the pup wasn't his, he was slowly slipping into the role, as if it was. Noctis knew that he had to put an end to that. Because he was still hoping... hoping that he there was a chance for him to tell Gladio.

"I'm sorry, Noct." Ignis stepped back and let Noctis put on the rest of his clothes.

"I'm sorry, too. I forgot that this is a delicate situation for you as well. But you'll find the right Omega for you and have a family and... you'll be happy. Unlike me."

Ignis only huffed. "You know there is no life for me outside of these walls. But I made that decision a long time ago."

Noctis frowned as he slipped into his jacket. "What do you mean?"

Ignis jerked his head in the direction of the door. "Your father is waiting."

Noctis dropped it for now and left with Ignis to meet his father in the throne room. When they entered Noctis grew nervous, because Gladio and Prompto were there as well. But they didn't wear uniforms, just normal clothes, all in black. Well, if you could call Gladio and his unbuttoned shirt normal. Noctis was having a hard time trying not to stare at him.

"My son," Regis said from his throne. "I know this is quite sudden, but we have made contact with Niflheim and there finally is a chance for a peace treaty."

Noctis' eyes widened, his friends behind him gasped.

"Are you sure, father?"

Regis nodded. "It seems to be a genuine offer and peace is something Eos has longed for since the meteor fell from the sky. If there is a chance, it is my duty to take it. Which also means that the old promise can now be lived up to. I want you and your companions to leave for Altissia and meet your betrothed, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret."

Noctis felt himself blanch and he couldn't help but grab at the fabric over his stomach. Luna. His head started to swim. Trouble. That was indeed some trouble.