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I participated in a  Spooky Gift Exchange for the Chocobo Kweh Discord Server! Chocobros/Slight Promptis Halloween fluff for this one. :)

Prompto wanted to feel excited for Halloween, but with an empty house and not enough spare cash for any kind of decorations or seasonal treats, things felt a little more sad than spooky.

He glumly slid his book bag onto the counter. Everyone else was probably grateful today wasn’t a school night so that they could go out and enjoy themselves, but Prompto almost wished he had homework to get his mind off of things or a reason to go to bed early. Otherwise, what was he supposed to do?

Prompto sighed and picked at the tie around his neck, loosening it as he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room to sink into the couch. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, mindlessly swiping around as he looked for a distraction to pass the time.

Hey, what are you up to? He decides to text Noctis, hoping to get a response. But as the minutes tick past with his phone’s notifications staying quiet, he figures the prince is probably busy like everyone else tonight. Prompto frowns wishing he’d made plans or splurged for something good to eat or something. He didn’t even have candy—not that any kid would bother going trick-or-treating at a dump like his apartment complex, or that he should be eating sweets, but its absence just highlighted how sad and boring tonight was going to be.

Prompto started to wonder if he should honestly just call it quits and try to go to bed, when his phone and doorbell went off at the same time.

He froze, eyes flitting between the phone and door as if not sure exactly which he should check first. He squinted at the notification on his screen, heart lifting when he saw the reply from Noctis:

Open up your door dude, its cold.

Prompto leapt up from the couch, phone trembling in his hands as he raced to the front door and threw it open.

He’d last seen Noctis only an hour or two ago when they’d said goodbye at school, but that doesn’t stop him from smiling like a maniac, especially when he sees both Ignis and Gladio accompanying him with several large pumpkins cradled in their arms.

“Oh my god…you guys…” Prompto’s grin nearly hurts his cheeks but he can’t help it, it’s such a whiplash of emotion from glum to happy. “Are…these are for me?”

“Well, they’re technically for all of us. Gladio says he’s got some tricks for carving the so he’s gotta put his money where his mouth is.” Noctis shifted the bag in his arms, and a quick peek inside revealed groceries and the colorful wrappers of various seasonal candies.

“Oh man…but don’t you guys have plans for tonight? There must be some kind of…royal Halloween shindig, or something?”

Gladio snorted, hefted one particularly large and red pumpkin against his chest.

“Not really, and if there was, Noctis would’ve probably snuck out if it meant not leaving you alone.” He shrugged his shoulder in Ignis’ direction. “Besides, this one’s been dying to try out a couple new recipes for the season.”

“Yes, well, autumn calls for plenty of soups and stews, and Astrals knows its easy to make more than required…” Ignis shivered. “Perhaps we can go inside now?”

“Ah! Yeah, of course, sorry.” Prompto hopped aside and held the door open, letting his friends in. He felt a little bad about his lack of decorations, but brightened when Noctis pulled a string of orange lights out of the bag.

“It’s not much but…it’s something, right?” The prince smiled and patted Prompto on the shoulder. “You’re okay with this, right?”

“Dude, yes.” Prompto nodded, pleased at the sudden presence of activity and life in his home. Noctis leaves Gladio to string the lights above the couch to pulls sheaves of newspaper out of the bag and set them out on the floor before rolling the pumpkins on top. There were four, one for each of them.

“Suppose I should get started on the soup, then,” Ignis spoke as soon as Noctis finished unloading the non-grocery items from the bag.

“Don’t think that’s getting you out of carving one of these, Igs.” Gladio called after him with a smirk, before settling down next to the largest pumpkin and rolling out a sheath of various little knives and tools. “Both of you, two.”

“Yeah yeah, we know,” Noctis grunted as he sat down, encouraging Prompto to join him. The prince pulled open a bag of candy, fishing out all of his favorites.

Prompto felt giddy, watching his friends as the smell of cooking squash started to fill the room. Who would’ve thought ten minutes ago he was stuck in a dreary, lonely house ready for bed, huh?

“Here,” Noctis leaned over to drop a couple pieces of brightly colored taffy into Prompto’s lap. “You can eat all the gross pieces for me.”

“Gross? Oh, you do not wanna start a candy debate on Halloween dude,” Prompto snickered, though his smile remained affectionate and truly grateful.

“But thanks.”

[thefantasticalcoyote]

Catching up with day 5 of @promptis-fanweek, very late haha sorry. Went with “pinned against a wall” and set it during the Assassin’s Festival cause it just made sense. 

Title: Unravel  Rating: Explicit Warnings: N/A Summary: Prompto and Noctis have a little fun courtesy of their new outfits. 

Prompto doesn’t want to get caught.

The alley Noctis had pulled him into, thankfully, is shaded and fairly narrow and completely deserted, but still a panicky little trill rolls up from his stomach as his boyfriend runs his hands around his waist, palms skimming over warm, partially bared skin.

These assassin outfits really don’t leave enough to the imagination.

“You’re a little, tense, Prom,” Noctis breaths against the back of his neck, voice amused as if he didn’t know a reason why Prompto might feel nervous. He turns his head over his shoulder and puffs an anxious little breath against his wispy blond fringe.

“I dunno, guess I wasn’t expecting you to try to get all h-handsy in public—“ He squirms as one of Noctis’ hands smooths around to his stomach, tracing softly defined abs down to the sash belted around his hips. Prompto hopes the extra belts and straps here might deter his lover’s antsy fingers, but Noctis had always been quicker than the eye, and before long his hand dives down between Prompto’s legs to grasp at his groin.

Thankfully it feels like Noctis wants a quickie, though as his boyfriend hand starts to pump at his cock Prompto’s mood shifts, and he wonders if maybe the risk of embarrassment would be worth it if it meant getting Noctis to properly fuck him for the first time in awhile. But Noctis’ other hand doesn’t magically conjure up any emergency lube nor press towards Prompto’s hole, so maybe later? But he has little time to dwell on later when Noctis wedges his cock beneath the cleft of Prompto’s ass, shaft slowly pushing between his thighs as his legs are clamped together.

Only a sheen of pre-cum slicks the way as Noctis starts to thrust forward, the tip of his cock nudging against the underside of Prompto’s balls. The leather of Noctis’ glove cradles the blond’s cock in a loving, practiced hold, stroking it in time with the shaft fucking between his thighs. Prompto moans and presses himself up against the wall, cool and rough stone rubbing against his chest and cheek as Noctis forces him up on his toes, lording those handful of centimeters over him as he bounces Prompto lightly between the alleyway and his rocking hips.

It doesn’t take long for either of them, worked up as they are—for once, Noctis comes first between the heat of Prompto’s thighs, painting his flesh with cum and warmth that quickly sets the blond off against the wall in front of him. Prompto pants, his cheek grinding helplessly against the stone as his hips still move in the ghosts of thrusts, eventually winding down until still.

Noctis leans against him from behind, trapping Prompto in a close hug as he rests his chin against his shoulder.

“Hmm…” Noctis purrs as he rubs his sullied hand against the gritty wall and presses his lips to Prompto’s ear. “You know…think I could go for one more.”

Prompto laughs, shaking his head before turning to meet one of the prince’s post-coital kisses.

“Later…hotel room…lube…” he chuckles, winking. “And actual privacy.”

[thefantasticalcoyote]

For @promptis-fanweek Day 7! I’m playing catchup, haha, I did the prompt “rough sex” with omegaverse and older!Promptis.  

Title: Abrasions  Rating: Explicit Warnings: Omegaverse Summary: Sometimes Prompto wants Noctis to treat him with a little more roughness than usual. 

It wasn’t that Prompto didn’t enjoy the softer moments between him and Noctis—those tender, emotional bits of himself loved when they both decided cuddling and casual kissing on the couch were in order—but sometimes he wanted little more than for his alpha to put those strong hands to rougher use.

Before, Noctis hesitated—wary of his own alpha nature, scared to go too far and harm Prompto—but not now, not after many a night of teeth marks and treasured bruising and pleased omega pheromones. Now when Prompto twists his head around and gives a look and a lilting Noct he knows exactly what to do, what the both of them want, and as his arms cross around to slip between his omega’s thighs and pry them apart Prompto leans back and treats him with a low, needy groan.

Sometimes they don’t make it to the bed and even forgo the couch, settling on the dense carpet—almost guaranteeing fabric burns on their palms and forearms, but now thats part of the fun—with Prompto pressed down underneath Noctis’ body. He can feel the heavy pants of his alpha run up and down the back of his neck, breathing in the soft golden hairs at the back of his neck. Prompto’s toes curl, the nails of his fingers dragging against the carpet as Noctis works his pants down over his hips and strokes where he’s already slick. 

Prompto ruts back, done with tenderness for the time being, pushing Noctis’ fingertips inside him to show he’s more than ready enough to take what his alpha has to offer. Noctis responds with an amused, husky chuckle, moving his fingers in a couple cursory strokes before he pulls them away and wipes the clinging slick onto his omega’s hip. Prompto growls, foot lifting to hook over one of Noctis’ calves, trapping him best as he can and giving his alpha no choice but to push forward.

And push he does—shoving himself up the hilt inside Prompto, so quickly the slick nearly squeezes out of him. They both moan together, Prompto twitching in tune with his alpha before he’s shoved down against the ground, thin T-shirt the only thing between his chest and the carpet as Noctis fucks into him harsh, keeping him pinned with one hand on his shoulder as the other holds purchase on his hip.

Fingernails draw long red lines against Prompto’s flesh as Noctis pounds harder. It burns on the edge of pain but Prompto’s thriving, his wet moans smothered against the ground as his alpha dominates him. They’ve experimented much as a couple but really, sometimes this is what Prompto needs—for Noctis to press over him, pleasure trusted to his alpha’s hands and hips so all he has to focus on is how good he feels.

It dances so close to too much when Noctis’ knot finally swells and pushes inside him, teasing his hole to its limits, but the break of his own orgasm washes away any pain but the harsh bite Noctis leaves against the already scarred bonding site, and that pain is nothing but warmth and security that he belongs to someone of his own choosing.

They lie, spooned against one another, when Noctis finally follows in his own orgasm. His fingers trail in comforting paths against Prompto’s front, from under the rucked up hem of his shirt down to the slight curve of his belly, evidence of the alpha’s virility. Such fullness had felt strange at first—as did Noctis’ interest in it—but now it leaves him feeling satisfied and sleepy, like the aftermath of a home-cooked meal.

“Maybe we should invest in a softer carpet…” Noctis muses quietly against Prompto’s neck as he runs his fingers over the red marks on his forearms, touch delicate with concern. The blond smirks, turning over to steal a kiss, Noctis’ beard bristling up against his cheek.

“Nah.”

[thefantasticalcoyote]

For @promptis-fanweek day 6, the prompt “innocent Prompto being wrecked by Noct.” I missed yesterday’s so I’ll try to do that one on day 8. For now, just have some basic PWP blowjobs.

Title: Differential Rating: Explicit Warnings: N/A Summary: A more experienced Noctis blows Prompto’s mind—somewhat literally.

Prompto had seen this kind of thing in porn before, knew rationally that it was something normal, sexually-active people might do if both felt up to it. But it’d never felt like something he’d ever do, at least not up until the point that Noctis had peeled his pants down over his hips and Prompto had felt that first curl of warm breath kiss the tip of his cock.

He bit the side of his hand, teeth digging little red marks into his freckled skin as he looked down his body at his best friend-turned-whatever-they-were now that Noctis was sucking his dick. Prompto’s mind was too much a flurry of pleasure and perplexity to figure out what exactly he should call the relationship between them and really, as Noctis trailed the tip of his tongue in a wending path up from the base of Prompto’s cock to the head did it really matter.

“I—uh—Noct—“ He groaned against his hand, unable to muffle all his pleas and unsure whether he really needed to. The noises he made seemed to spur Noctis on, and the prince even opened his eyes—still shadowed by elegant lashes—and shot Prompto a slow wink that had the blond keening and arching his back, head thrown against the cheeks in embarrassment.

Something turned and churned in his belly, a warmth throbbing and thrashing like a fire struggling to life, burning away underbrush as it licked towards the sky. Prompto half wondered if Noctis was using some kind of weird magic on him, or if this was really just what having your dick sucked felt like—he honestly didn’t have a frame of reference to compare to, as the only thing he’d ever had wrapped around his dick had been his own hand.

Just as the fire in his stomach starts to spread outwards through his body, making him wriggle and writhe, the press of something hard and slick between his cheeks has him stilling so suddenly he forgets to breath, heart skipping a beat with a twitch of pain as Noctis worries the tip of his finger into Prompto’s body. The prince’s head bobs down, enveloping his cock in jarring heat once more, and when the tip hits the back of his throat Prompto’s lungs finally remember what they’re supposed to be doing and he breaths in deep—raspy, pleasure grinding out against his throat even as a slight pain twinges in his pelvis. There’s momentum behind Noctis’ fingers, behind the movement and pressure of his mouth and tongue, so much so that Prompto knows even if he wanted to he couldn’t stop this, not as his body races towards the crash of pleasure driven by his best friend’s skill and heat and want.

The fingers inside him stab and scissor with practiced precision, and later Prompto might wonder just how the hell Noctis got this good because as far as he was concerned, dick-sucking and finger-fucking weren’t exactly part and parcel of royal duties, but any further questions would have to wait until long after because Noctis’ fingertip brushes against something and suddenly Prompto’s teeth break the skin of his hand and he arches up, cock strung in a crescent as it comes silver-white inside Noctis’ mouth.

After a few moments’ panting Prompto lets his hand fall from his lips, groaning softly at the little marks of red against his skin. His mouth falls slack, wet from exertion, and just as he feels he could lay back and conk out the bed around him rustles. Pressure sinks down on either side of his head, and as he looks up he sees Noctis towering above him, thighs straddling his head with hard and twitching cock bobbing just above the blond’s mouth.

“My turn, Prom.”

[thefantasticalcoyote]

For @promptis-fanweek day 4, the prompts “virginity” and “Brotherhood era boys trying out what they see in porn” because I’m weak for both those things. Another fic that ended in a fade-to-black because I’m tired from work today, but I might revisit and rewrite this later on. Enjoy!

Title: Slipped In Rating: Explicit Warnings: N/A Summary: After watching a video featuring intercrural sex on a whim, Noctis and Prompto give into their mutual desires. 

At first, Prompto swore, it was a joke. A suggestion to watch bad porn together to make fun of it and nothing more. Sure, maybe there’d been a kernel of curiosity there, as well as the little thrill that ran through him at the though of watching something sexy no matter how stupid and embarrassing with Noctis—but overall he thought it wouldn’t end anywhere seriously.

He certainly hadn’t expected Noctis to lean over and kiss him just as the hairy dude on the screen came between the thighs of the overly-loud, unnaturally smooth brunette boy beneath him.

Prompto’s cry of shock muffled with Noctis’ lips, his instinctual jerk away halted by a hand pressed against his cheek. The prince gave him no room to pull away as Prompto tried to yank his panicking mind together but he lost the thread of thoughts, distracted by the fact that Noctis was kissing him, other hand pushing against his chest and sending him back down, down—

Prompto finally broke for air as his back hit the back of the house, immediately putting some space between his and Noctis’ lips and he pressed his palm to his chin, fingers cupping over his mouth. Noctis looked down at him, face a mix of surprise and annoyance, as if confused by his own actions.

“Dude….what the hell…” Prompto mumbled beyond his numb fingers. Clarity sparked in Noctis’ eyes at the sound of his voice.

“I…shit…did you not…” He suddenly shifted backwards, as if to sit up and away from Prompto, and though that might cure the loud and incessant beating

“No, don’t, I just—“ Prompto finally grabbed at coherency

“I just…watching that…just made me think about…” Noctis dropped his head forward with a sigh. “This wasn’t a good idea, was it…”

“Not your idea, dude, don’t beat yourself up about it but like…” Prompto swallowed, his grip on Noctis’ shirt loosening slightly. He could feel the tiny, round disc of his shirt button pressed against the tips of his fingers, nearly slipped out of the hole. It took only a small movement, one he could almost pass of as an accident, to get Noctis’ shirt open. The prince looked down as Prompto’s fingers brushed up against his chest, swallowing around the lump in his throat. He couldn’t pretend that was an accident.

“Like…I’m not opposed to it…really…um…” Prompto flushed, sweat on his back sticking through the layers of his uniform. “What did you…have in mind?”

It only took a few moments more of kissing before both Noctis and Prompto lay together, half stripped of their clothes thanks to eager, slightly clumsy hands. Prompto had froze in horror when his fingers accidentally tore one of the buttons off of Noctis’ shirt in his quest to reveal more of his friend’s body, but as it clattered to the floor besides the couch the prince had distracted him with a kiss over-reliant on tongue that had Prompto moaning nonetheless.

The blond’s pants suffered a similar fate, zipper catching as Noctis tried to pull it down, eventually shimmying Prompto’s pants over his thin hips after a couple annoyed jerks failed to yank it past halfway.  Thankfully his boxers had no such fastenings and quickly joined the pants half discarded onto the floor.

Prompto had no clue what Noctis wanted to do—or if he even knew—until he rolled him onto his stomach and pressed his knees and thighs together. Then, the video they’d been watching, that’d started all of this, came back full force.

“You’re….you wanna do it with my thighs?” He put together a little clumsily, trying to look back frazzled blond hair at where Noctis hovered over his shoulder. Indecision flickered over the prince’s face before he nodded, pressing himself up against Prompto’s ass. The feeling of his cock over his own undone zipper, though hesitant, had Prompto shivering with lust, as did the hoarse, halting sound of Noctis’ voice.

“It’ll be…it’s gonna be easier than doing…why, do you wanna do something else?”

Prompto shook his head, hair rustling against the couch.

“No, I just…you know that stuff isn’t realistic, right? From the video? What if it feels weird to you?”

“I mean…do you think the stuff we learn in school is realistic either? It doesn’t work like lectures and textbooks either.” Noctis shrugged, hand drifting over Prompto’s forearm as the other rested against his hip. “We won’t know until we try…I’m okay with trying.”

A tiny laugh drifted from Prompto’s lips as he turned his palm to the ceiling, accepting Noctis’ hand with an encouraging squeeze. He felt his friend’s cock, warm and wet with pre-cum, rub against the meet of his thighs, and relaxed into the weight pressed against him, secure and trusting.

“Me too.”

[thefantasticalcoyote]

For @promptis-fanweek Day 3, the prompt was “Stop holding back, I want to hear the way you sound.” This is a pretty generic fill for this prompt but hey, this is my first actual NSFW thing with Promptis so starting small is probably fine. 

Title: Privacy Rating: Explicit Warnings: N/A Summary: Noctis encourages Prompto to be as loud as he wants now that they’re in a hotel room. 

The knowing look Gladio and Ignis had exchanged as they excused themselves out of the hotel room, ostensibly to go grab a couple drinks, almost had Noctis resisting the temptation that’d been building between him and Prompto all day. Yet while it might be pretty funny to see their faces when they came back to an innocent game of King’s Knight instead of a sordidly wrecked hotel room, Noctis found he couldn’t resist Prompto’s flirtation much longer.

As he pushed his boyfriend down against the bed, hand sliding up underneath Prompto’s top as he pressed their lips together, he remembered how long it’d been since they’d properly slept together. There wasn’t much privacy to be had in a car or tent or caravan, and tight funds had stopped them from renting a hotel room until now. No wonder he’d felt agitated all day thanks to Prompto’s—who hadn’t let up on the teasing jokes and flirty actions, pulling the hem of his shirt up in a stretch or unnecessarily lapping his tongue out over chapped lips.

Noctis was gonna pay all that back, right now.

He got Prompto flipped over onto his belly after a quick make-out session, eager to push past foreplay and get his dick buried balls-deep in his boyfriend. He slicked his fingers with lube, mouthing the back of Prompto’s neck as he sunk them within the blond’s ass, movement hurried but rhythmic. Noctis massaged his way into Prompto, his own lust a bubbling heat as he sought out his boyfriend’s own.

He found it with a curl of fingers and a twitch from the body around him. Prompto’s hands gripped the rucked comforter beneath him, but just as Noctis expected a terse cry to burst from his boyfriend, rewarding the fingers brushing up inside go him, Prompto’s teeth bit into his lower lip and buried the moan in his mouth.

Noctis figured it apart of the teasing, the same kind he’d been tormented with earlier, when Prompto leaned up against the hood of the Regalia, the waistband of his pants falling down a little lower than they usually did. He crooked his fingers once more, stroking the same spot, hoping to push Prompto past his need to tease now that Noctis was game and ready and they were alone, but this time his lover full on buried his lips against the pillow, giving it the whine Noctis so richly deserved, so needed.

“Are you…” Noctis’ frustration hissed between his teeth, canines still so close to his boyfriend’s neck that he could taste the wispy hair there, still warm from the day’s sun. “C’mon, Prom…stop holding back…I want to hear the way you sound.”

“But…what if someone hears…” Prompto finally whispers back, mouth still half buried into the pillow now cradling his cheek. Noctis presses closer but stills his fingers, keeping them a grounding, warm presence.

“So? You think no one’s had sex in this hotel before?”

“Yeah, but—“ Prompto’s teeth dug into his lower lip again, suppressing yet another whine to Noctis’ displeasure. “—it’s weird.”

“You’ve never thought it was weird before…” Noctis grumbles, surprised at the sudden shyness. Had it really been that long? Long enough for Prompto to get self-conscious?

He started moving his fingers again—but slower, like a wave moving steadily out in the ocean, like the energy that coursed through Noctis whenever he called upon his magic—as he kissed the back of Prompto’s neck, wanting to sooth away both the troubling worries and tensing muscles clustered there.

“Please, Prom…wanna know…just how good I make you feel…” Noctis’ lips lifted to ghost warm and soft against the curve of Prompto’s ear, so close he could feel it vibrating in his skull. “Please?”

He could feel Prompto’s shiver from his lips down to the fingers still stroking inside, and finally the blond lifted his head from the pillow, where a damp patch of fabric spoke to how badly he’d been suppressing his cries.

“O-oh, Noct—“ Prompto’s voice finally broke, clear and loud, as the tips of Noctis’ fingers pushed with purpose against his insides. His spine bowed down towards the bed, shirt rucking up all the way to his elbows. Noctis liked sex half-clothed best, the contrast between Prompto’s preferred dark clothes and pale, freckled skin a delight.

“Please, oh—I can’t wait no longer, please, gimme more—“ Now that the dam had broken Prompto seemed to lose all control of his volume, voice easily rebounding off and probably through the walls by the time Noctis had finished paying him back for teasing and pushed his cock into his boyfriend’s wet and ready hole.

Noctis was pretty sure they’d get a noise complain before the night’s end, but whatever—a little ribbing from Ignis was well worth hearing Prompto enjoy himself to his heart’s content.

[thefantasticalcoyote]

For @promptis-fanweek Day 2 with the prompt “Prompto being gifted to Noctis from Niflheim” which I loooove and I wish I could have done something longer for it. I might continue this on the free day. Omegaverse and older!Noct and younger!Prom because thats my weakness. 

Title: Inter Vivos Rating: M Warnings: Hinted NSFW, Omegaverse, Age Difference Summary: When Prompto was first given to the King of Lucis, he was freed form expectations to please the alpha and instead given a life he never had. Now, however, Prompto finds himself drawn to Noctis independent of what Niflheim wanted for him. 

Notics knows they’ve been working up to this for a long time. Really, since the day Prompto came to Lucis.

Back then, Noctis’ initial reaction to the omega’s presence had been nothing but anger—though not directed at Prompto, rather, those Niflheim ambassadors who had brought the blond in tow, all false smiles and as they presented the blond to the king. At first, Noctis had assumed they planned to use the presence of an omega to soothe his already frustrated temper—indeed his anger might have abated thanks to the sweet vanilla scent of the young man, if he hadn’t learned the exact nature of his presentation.  

Prompto had been intended as a gift.

Noctis nearly had them thrown out of the throne room, the years spent keeping his changeable anger in line nearly breaking However, with tensions this high between the two empires, rejecting such a present, even one that raked up against the ethics of Lucis as much as this did, might have been disastrous. So after what amounted to an emergency conference with those closest to him, Noctis had reluctantly accepted the omega, fully aware of what Niflheim expected the king to do with their gift. They’d even dressed the painfully young man all in white regalia, emphasizing his virginity as well as his direct contrast with the darkness of Lucis garb.

Noctis had not done what Niflheim expected. Could never bring himself—as an alpha of integrity, with respect for those under him ingrained thanks to the wisdom of his father—to treat this omega such. He remembered the surprise on the young man’s face when Noctis had first asked his name, the reality that he didn’t have one unspoken as the omega stammered over his words—“they said you would name me, Your Majesty”—something that took Noctis a moment of deep breaths to recover. He’d had Ignis guide the young man through a database on common Lucian monikers, letting the omega choose his own.

The omega—now shakily christened Prompto by his own tongue—had been allowed freedom he’d never expected within the palace. After a few months he grew less lost and more sure of himself and his position, eventually letting go of the obligation that’d been drilled into his instincts. Noctis had made it clearly he expected nothing from Prompto and only wanted him happy and able to explore his interests. Gradually the omega had relaxed, conversing apart from the stilted language he’d spoken in when he’s first arrived, and even eventually picking up a couple of hobbies. The first time Prompto had asked Noctis to pose for a photo remained a happy memory, a show that they were finally making progress, that the king had made the right decision.

And though the happy hormones drifting off of Prompto’s silken hair and gently freckled skin often had Noctis pause, nostrils flaring and muscles tensing, he never let himself play into Niflheim’s wicked hand.

But tonight, Prompto had invited himself into the king’s bedchambers—asking permission, of course, with a characteristic knock Noctis recognized immediately—dressed in those silken Chocobo-pattern pajamas he’d been given the date they’d decreed as his birthday. Noctis hadn’t stopped him, not until Prompto had gotten into the bed, something he’d done several times before—which would have been fine if not for the way Prompto immediately pressed himself against Noctis’ side and tried to kiss him.

Prompto’s lips had barely brushed up against the stubble against Noctis’ chin before the king grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back, a little more roughly thanks to his surprise. The hurt look on Prompto’s face had remorse stinging in Noctis’ stomach, as he licked his lips and tried to think of something to say.

“Prompto, I—“

“Why? The sad whine in Prompto’s voice didn’t help Noctis’ thought process. He closed his eyes with a sigh, trying to ignore the fingers now brushing up against his chest, the sweet scent pleading at him.

Why indeed?

Prompto had long reached adulthood. That wasn’t the issue. He’d been fully developed when he’d first reached Lucis. His age wasn’t the thing troubling Noctis.

“It’s…Prompto, you know more than anyone why exactly you were brought here in the first place.” Noctis chose his words carefully, wanting Prompto to understand his hesitation while not spurning the omega so badly he bolted from the king’s side. “You know I can’t…not in good conscious…not knowing what they wanted to use you for.”

Noctis could feel the heat from Prompto’s body. The man’s scent’s had turned, growing muskier, caramelized like stewed honey. Noctis knows what an aroused omega’s smells like, though Prompto seems even sweeter, enticing temptation formerly kept at arm’s length, now pressed up against him in bed with his small, tented erection brushed against Noctis’ thigh.

“I can’t control what they did to me. What they wanted you to do to me. But it’s…it’s not…” Prompto blew a little air through his nose, the end strands of his hair flipping in a way Noctis always secretly thought was cute, even now in such a serious context. “From the first day I came here you always made sure to listen to me and what I wanted. No one had ever done that before.”

Noctis opens his mouth to speak, only for Prompto to close gentle fingers around his wrist.

“I want this,” Prompto murmured, lifting Noctis hand up and resting the palm just above his stomach, where it met the underside of his chest. Noctis could feel where he filled out against the tip of his fingers, could feel his heart beating quick only inches away.

“I’m not Niflheim. This doesn’t come from what they wanted for me, I promise.”

“I just—“

“Noctis. Please.”

He’d insisted Prompto call him by his name instead of “your Majesty” or worse, “Master” but now it feels like a weapon against him. Wounding his heart, making him weak. It feels like giving into Niflheim, like letting them win over him, until Prompto closes his eyes and leans forward against to press a kiss to Noctis’ lips, and this time the king doesn’t stop him.

Then it only feels like bliss.

[thefantasticalcoyote]

For @promptis-fanweek Day 1 with the prompt “kink discovery”! This is a lot less NSFW than I would’ve liked but I was really writer-blocked. So it’s more like a hint of what might be explored more in the future. Hopefully as the week goes on I can work up to smuttier stuff. 

Title: Sugar and Cream Rating: M Warnings: Mild Food Kink Summary: Prompto gets Noctis a small treat for his birthday, leading to some unexpected feelings. Set in brotherhood-era. 

Prompto really didn’t have to get him anything. Honestly, Noctis didn’t even remember telling his friend when exactly his birthday was, nor had he mentioned it at all up until Prompto presented a small red box just as they’d sat down for lunch.

“What’s this for?” He asked as Prompto nudged the gift into his hands and pressed their shoulders together.

“Duh. It’s your birthday. Did you forget?”

“I’m more surprised you remembered…wait, how did you even know?” Noctis furrowed his brows as he picked at the golden bow atop the box, little filagree glimmering in the outside sun.

“Uhh. Lucky guess?” Prompto faltered when Noctis shot him a look. “Ignis let it split once when he was dropping me off. He’s been making plans.”

Noctis already knew about that, and in retrospect felt guilt he hadn’t thought to invite Prompto, mostly because out of everyone in his life he made the least fuss about his birthday. Hopefully Ignis wouldn’t mind setting another plate.

“You really didn’t have to do this, dude, it’s not that big a deal.”

“Uh, I think the prince and my friend’s birthday is actually a huge deal.” Prompto tapped upon the top of the box and nudged Noctis once more. “Come on. Open it!”

Noctis finally undid the ribbon at Prompto’s prodding, dropping it with a smirk atop the blond’s fluffy hair. He popped the box open as Prompto clawed at the ribbon, letting it fall into his lap with a snort as Noctis peered into the gift’s contents.  

Inside sat a single cupcake, cradled in a nest of delicately patterned wax paper.

“They’re really good. I would’ve wanted to get something bigger but uh, these don’t come cheap. But I wanted it to be more special than just some store-bought junk.” Prompto shrugged. “I know Ignis will probably make you something even better or something but I dunno. I wanted to do something.”

Honestly it looked pretty cute. Noctis never considered himself a big fan of elaborate sweets that usually only tasted about half as good as it looked, but the elegant but overall simple decoration of the cake appealed to him. Pearly white frosting combed neatly over delicate yellow cake, topped by a glimmering silver piece of chocolate formed in the shape of a surprisingly ornate sword. Noctis wondered if they had these kind of toppings on demand or if it’d been made custom for this one specific order.

Honestly though, Prompto’s excited smile made him almost as pleased as the cake itself.

“It’s looks great dude, seriously.” He reached over and patted his friend’s thigh, Prompto’s enthusiasm infectious. He picked the cake out of the box, holding it up between them.

“You want some?”

Prompto shook his head and held up a hand.

“Nah, dude, it’s for you! Your birthday, not mine.”

“Oh, come on. This thing is huge. At least have a little bite.” Noctis teased the cake closer to Prompto’s lips, ready to pull it back after seeing the blond’s hesitation, only for the blond to pipe up and stop him.

“Well, if the prince is insisting….just a little bit!”

Before Noctis could say or do anything Prompto leaned in, golden fridge fluttering in front of his face with the movement, eyes fluttering shut as he took a bite Noctis could only describe as tender from the cake.

Noctis nearly dropped the damn thing in his distracted state, his heart picking up as he zoned out for a moment to just watch as Prompto took a delicate piece out of the cake.  

Oh. That wasn’t fair. Noctis thought he’d been pretty good at keeping his feelings a secret, but Prompto acting like this after already going out of his way to get Noctis a gift made it kind of hard. Did he even realize what he was doing?

Something twitched inside him when Prompto finally pulled back, chewing slowly, his lips dotted with a little bit of buttercream he didn’t notice until after he swallowed and smiled back at Noctis, seemingly unaware of the prince’s internal battle.

“Wow, that was super good. Glad I ended up picking the perfect one for you.” Prompto pressed his forefinger against the glob of frosting on his lower lip, pushing it into his mouth where the tip of his tongue lapped playfully against the tip.

“Y-Yeah. Thanks again. It’s really something,” Noctis struggled to keep his voice out of a stammer, and though he entertained offering Prompto another bite he already felt a little too hot and tight underneath his uniform and best not push it further.

He was definitely inviting Prompto to dinner tonight, though.

[thefantasticalcoyote]

The next chapter of Hung Empty is fast approaching 6k and is probably only one half/two-thirds of the way done. I hope everyone is ready!

[thefantasticalcoyote]

“Hung Empty” Ch. 1

His heart beat a little faster as Noctis leaned in, their shoulders brushing up against each other. Prompto would’ve thought he’d gotten used to little touches like this, considering they’d been close for years now, but the contact and proximity still had him brimming with warmth. He smiled, flicking to the picture he felt most proud of—the flower in focus caught up in a breeze alongside all the blossoms and grass in the background, a cloud from above casting a wispy shadow slanted across the bright petals.

“Looks cool, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, dude,” Noctis pointed at the display, tracing the edges of the flower, “you know, the colors look super bright and cool with the shadow…I mean, I don’t know the right words to really describe it, but…looks good.”

“Wow. Super eloquent, your highness,” Prompto teased with an amused puff, “Might have to practice that before you start making royal speeches and all that stuff.”

“Shut up. Last time I try to give you a compliment.” Noctis grumbled even as a smile tugged at his lips. He rocked on his heels a moment before sitting down, content to watch Prompto as he straightened up to get a couple pictures of the landscape stretching beyond the meadow. He could sense the prince’s eyes on him, but he felt at ease, less self-conscious than he might be with anyone else.

Prompto liked this. The weird feeling from earlier had properly ebbed away, his heart no longer so tight and tense in his chest. With his and Noct’s personal bubbles pressed up together like this, he felt less alone.

And yet—maybe if he were an alpha, or anything at all—maybe there wouldn’t even be any bubbles.

My first official longfic for this fandom! I’m envisioning it’ll be around 3 chapters. 

I wanted to explore both the tropes of “going into heat during a battle” and “character x presents as their endotype late” but with some twists on it. Naturally Prompto’s gonna face the brunt of it. Poor guy. 

Anyway this is gonna be mostly Promptis-focused (obviously) but you can probably read other things into it! Enjoy. No warnings for this chapter but in future ones I’ll probably add some. 

Keep reading

[thefantasticalcoyote]

“Hung Empty” Ch. 1

His heart beat a little faster as Noctis leaned in, their shoulders brushing up against each other. Prompto would’ve thought he’d gotten used to little touches like this, considering they’d been close for years now, but the contact and proximity still had him brimming with warmth. He smiled, flicking to the picture he felt most proud of—the flower in focus caught up in a breeze alongside all the blossoms and grass in the background, a cloud from above casting a wispy shadow slanted across the bright petals.

“Looks cool, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, dude,” Noctis pointed at the display, tracing the edges of the flower, “you know, the colors look super bright and cool with the shadow…I mean, I don’t know the right words to really describe it, but…looks good.”

“Wow. Super eloquent, your highness,” Prompto teased with an amused puff, “Might have to practice that before you start making royal speeches and all that stuff.”

“Shut up. Last time I try to give you a compliment.” Noctis grumbled even as a smile tugged at his lips. He rocked on his heels a moment before sitting down, content to watch Prompto as he straightened up to get a couple pictures of the landscape stretching beyond the meadow. He could sense the prince’s eyes on him, but he felt at ease, less self-conscious than he might be with anyone else.

Prompto liked this. The weird feeling from earlier had properly ebbed away, his heart no longer so tight and tense in his chest. With his and Noct’s personal bubbles pressed up together like this, he felt less alone.

And yet—maybe if he were an alpha, or anything at all—maybe there wouldn’t even be any bubbles.

My first official longfic for this fandom! I’m envisioning it’ll be around 3 chapters. 

I wanted to explore both the tropes of “going into heat during a battle” and “character x presents as their endotype late” but with some twists on it. Naturally Prompto’s gonna face the brunt of it. Poor guy. 

Anyway this is gonna be mostly Promptis-focused (obviously) but you can probably read other things into it! Enjoy. No warnings for this chapter but in future ones I’ll probably add some. 

For as long as Prompto could remember, he’d been nothing.

Well, not—not totally nothing. After all, he’d gotten pretty good with a gun. He could be useful in battle. He could make his party laugh if anyone felt in need of cheering up, and though it had little practical use aside from the occasional paid commission, he was no slouch with a camera.

In that sense, he was definitely something.

Still didn’t stop the fact that as far as he knew, he didn’t have an endotype.

Honestly, as much as Prompto had heard people wish they didn’t have to deal with all the baggage that came with presenting, his own lack of type had really been more a burden growing up than a blessing. Watching all the other kids coming into their own like that hadn’t done much for his already damaged self esteem, and he’d spent most of his time wishing nature would just hurry up and roll the dice for him already.

Hell, Prompto’d even kept a tally of the days back then. Checking them off, hoping every morning that this day would be the one, the day where he’d finally figure out what he was. He’d become hyper-vigilant of every change in his body, cataloguing them over the course of days and then comparing the data together, only to be sorely disappointed—was that even been the right word?—to discover nothing new.

Losing weight had been a boon to his self-esteem but hadn’t triggered his presentation the way he’d hoped. As he hung out more and more with Noctis—himself already presented a full year before Prompto had finally got up the nerve to talk to him—he’d found himself hoping maybe his new friends’ alpha genes could somehow rub off on him and help his body figure itself out, but the moment had never come.

He hadn’t ever bulked up and hulked out like an alpha would, but neither had he filled in and blossomed out in curves like an omega. He’d figured, eventually, that he was just some flavor of beta, though even his beta classmates had scents and instincts that went completely over his head. But telling everyone he was one, even when a whiff and a close eye could easily prove he wasn’t, at least defused questions from everyone but the most nosy. And whenever he got someone who seriously needed to learn when to not pry into someone else’s business, he pretended to get a text from Noct and excused himself on “Best Friend of the Crown Prince Business” which, as everyone knew, was super important.

By the time Prompto had come of age he’d mostly given up. He’d been far too embarrassed to go to a doctor and honestly couldn’t have afforded a potential visit anyway, especially when he suspected he knew what they’d say. Confirmation that he was an anomaly, that any normal kid’s body would’ve figured itself out by now. At that point, it’d be better to just roll with it and act like it didn’t bug him.

“You really think I’d wanna deal with all that crap like heats and ruts and scents and all that?” He remembered scoffing once, when Noct had brought it up after school. “Please, dude, I’ve got a hard enough time focusing on classes and work without all that stuff getting in my way.”

And at least Noctis hadn’t seem to care one way or another—even when Prompto’s lack of type had become a point of contention during Crownsguard training. There he’d learned his blank-slate was more than just a source of teasing and insecurity, and in some peoples’ eyes actually struck a black mark across his abilities. He’d put up with more than his fair share of “playful” hazing at the hands of the mostly-alpha trainees, but the looks on their faces when he’d schooled them in running and marksmanship almost made up for the stings they’d left on his self-esteem.

Thankfully, on the road the nature of his type seemed to matter less. Prompto interacted with far fewer people on the daily, and most strangers that he met were too preoccupied with their own problems to care about the endotype of some random guy. He got the occasional confused glance from a shop clerk at his lack of proper scent and the occasional query he countered with the beta lie, but people mostly kept to themselves and left him to go on his way.

However, there were still moments were he felt painfully conscious of his deficiency—in no part thanks to the fact that he was traveling with three full-grown alphas.

Prompto had enough of a passing familiarity with endotype traits to get by. He understood it in the same way he’d understood high school science—grasping the fundamentals enough to pass a test or two before they fell out of his brain. So though he lacked the instinct to properly comprehend what was going on most of the time, he could at least observe the objective differences in the ways his friends interacted with each other, that seemed to extend beyond even boundless royal duty into something deeper.

Even now, sitting in the car with the wind blowing through his hair, Prompto could see hints of it. Any articles he’d read on the subject in the past—when he’d buried himself in frustration trying to figure out what was going on with him—hardly touched on alpha-alpha relationships apart from the negative. Competitive instincts drive alphas to the top but largely disable them from establishing beneficial relations with members of their own type, he remembered reading, but little of that rang true now as he carefully twisting around in his sleep, eyes sweeping from the backseat—where Gladio had his arm swung over the headrest that Noctis wasn’t even using, tipped to the side and snoozing against the windowsill as he was—over to Ignis, who’s measured glances flipped from the road, to the rearview mirror, and even over in Prompto’s direction when he thought he wasn’t looking.

Prompto didn’t know whether he’d lucked out in finding the only group of alphas not willing to lunge at each other’s throats or merely stumbled upon information grossly out of date, but either way he’d come to understand just how instinct drove the other three along. He felt whatever protective instinct those articles had insisted remained only for family and bond-mates radiate from his friends at all times. They fed into one another, watched the others backs, developed a camaraderie deeper than blood and scent. If one sensed something the other two would quickly follow and turn attention to everything from a sneaky couerl ambush to a vial of potion accidentally knocked off the table mid-conjuring.

Ignis’ eyes flashed to check the rearview mirror again, and Prompto turned away and folded his arms against the windowsill, looking at the way the roadside blurred with their speed. Something clenched in his stomach and he closed his eyes, the smell of exhaust suddenly stinging and unpleasant in his nose.

He’d been playing catchup with Ignis and Gladio and Noctis ever since he’d met them, well-aware that the three had known each other longer than Prompto had known any of them. Time, status, type—all felt like big walls in his mind whenever he felt foolish enough to let it wander on some of these longer drives, to let it lead him down the path to teenaged Prompto sitting in the bathroom crying and hoping for something, something to change.

He thought of Gladio’s sheer physical strength, Noctic’s ferocity, Ignis’ cool head and decisive thinking. His mind dozed, conjures up an image of himself rippling with power and drive and ability, a key part of the pack finally slotted into place. He smiled to himself even as something painful drove up into his chest.

Fingers brush up against his bare shoulder, starting him out of his thoughts. Ignis kept his eyes on the road, but his hand stays resting against Prompto as he turned and glanced back at the alpha.

“You’re unusually quiet. Is everything all right?”

For a moment Prompto considered actually opening up and telling Ignis what was really up, but the smooth touch of leather gloves against his skin was sending a weird feeling tingling into his stomach, and instead he swallowed and managed to keep his voice and smile steady.

“Oh, yeah. No worries here.”

Prompto stayed facing forward now, hands in his lap as he stared at the road ahead clipping underneath the hood of the car.

Ignis was polite enough to check in with him, even when nothing was cause for alarm—as were Noctis and Gladio, affording him kindness though he wasn’t really one of them. Not many would tolerate someone blank and un-presented and devoid of the instinct that gave people a proper place, and as Prompto tipped his head back he banished the stupid fantasy to the corner of his mind where the hundred other selfish ideas sat festering and lonely.  

Still, as he slipped into a light doze—tired of watching the white road markers endlessly flit away—Prompto found himself wishing he could smell more than the distant tinge of dust and gas on the wind.

They made camp in a nice clearing bordered on one side by trees and the other by a small meadow full of bright yellow flowers that rolled and floated in the breeze. Prompto forced down the immediate urge to run off and take a couple of pictures, wanting to make himself useful setting up the tent.

Noctis too circled around the car to help carry supplies from the trunk, unusually active thanks to the cat-nap. Prompto bumped hips with them, the both of them crowded out by Gladio who eyed them with a smirk as he hefted twin bags of weighty tarp over his shoulders.

“Why don’t you two let me take care of this?” He asked even as Prompto grabbed for one of the bags near the back of the trunk, hoisting it into his arms with relative ease. Noctis himself rolled his eyes and snatched a larger bag, the tentpoles rattling around inside as he let it swing by the pull cord.

“It’ll be faster if we help out, you know,” the prince retorted, turning away from Prompto as Gladio made a show of shrugging the rolls of canvas further up against his shoulders.

“You think so?” Gladio looked the prince up and down, smirk wider but still playful. “Preeetty sure I could carry all this plus whatever you two got there. Hell, lets even throw you both on top. Not even gonna break a sweat.”

“Oh really?” Noctis’ tone was challenging but tinged with amusement, and Prompto relaxed at the easy banter until the prince turned back around to him.

“Prom, why don’t you let me take those?”

“Huh? No, I can carry them!” He insisted as he scrabbled with the oblong bag in his hands, but Noctis had already cradled the tentpoles against the crook of his elbow and yanked it down and out of Prompto’s grasp.

The prince puffed as he shifted the new load, ignoring Prompto’s complaints as he turned to face Gladio with a challenging smirk.  

“You know, there’s still another bag of stakes,” the shield countered, and before Prompto could offer his help Noctis had already snatched the remaining supplies with a tsk.

“Easy.”

“Hey, princess’s got some bite. Now lets see if you can get halfway through setup without dozing off.”

Prompto, as usual picked up on things a moment too late, as he watched the pair trudge off to the large swath of flat ground, already bantering over where the best place to pitch the tent lay.

“Oh. Okay. You guy are doing that thing.” Prompto spoke to himself more than the two of them as he grabbed his personal bag and shut the trunk, feeling like he’d again intruded on some invisible boundary drawn between his friends. Something uncomfortable wound in his stomach as he shuffled towards the clearing, watching as the two alphas threw down their loads with loud, combative grunts.

Ignis had similarly busied himself, though with far less posturing. He stood nearby, carefully unpacking their other amenities with his back turned to the other alphas—absorbed in his task, though Prompto knew he was always aware of what went on around him. Noctis liked to joke he had eyes on the back of his head, and well—after —Prompto believed it.

The little smile that fluttered across his face at the memory faded as he fiddled with the straps of his bag, still unsure what to do with himself. Everyone seemed sealed off in little roles, pockets of activity cut off from Prompto as he rubbed his wrist and wondered what he should do.

“You guys need any help?” He broached Gladio and Noctis first, clasping his hands behind his back as he sauntered to a stop besides where they’d both apparently agreed to set up the tent. Noctis looked up from where he’d started staking the tarp to the ground and shook his head.

“Nah, Prom, I think I got it—though you might need to help Gladio sort out those poles…” He raised his voice in the direction of his shield, who Prompto could see was busy with untangling the linked supports from each other even. He moved to help, but Gladio merely snorted and waved him off.  

“Less talking, more staking, princess. Fuck it up, and this thing’s gonna fly away in the night—with you inside.”

“Haha, well—“ Prompto held up his hands, backing off from the two alphas, “you guys need anything, just gimme a call!” He quickly excused himself, Noct’s affronted retort sounding in his ears.

He returned his hands to their tucked position behind his back as he strolled over to the comparatively quieter corner of the camp where Ignis had begun to unpack their food supplies. The sun still hadn’t fully started to set just yet, so whatever he was prepping to cook dinner, it was probably something that took awhile.

Perfect. Plenty he could help out with.

“Iggy? Hey, need anything?” Prompto eyed everything from the garulessa flanksteak wrapped up in plastic to the small satchel bulking with the vegetables foraged from the day before. He hoped Ignis would hand him the knife or send him off to boil water or something, but instead the alpha gentled him away with a gloved hand on his forearm.

“I appreciate the offer, but I should be able to hand things on my own. A simple stew won’t require too many extra hands.” Ignis began to unwrap the steak and laid it out on the cutting board. “Perhaps take a moment to stretch your legs? Today’s drive was fairly taxing.”

True, Prompto’s legs and back had cramped a bit when he’d hopped out of the car, but he’d figured he could work it out by helping the others—if only they needed his help.

“Uh, all right. Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me!” He backed away, briefly glancing from Ignis to the other two alphas, worrying his lip as he watched them all so embroiled in their tasks.  

Not knowing what else to do, Prompto decided to turn to his photography.

He slid his bag down on the ground near where the skeleton of the tent was beginning to take shape amidst the playful barbs volleyed between Gladio and Noctis. He quickly fished his camera out of the pack and skirted around camp towards the edge of the meadow, tall grass brushing up against his calves as he sought a good place to snap a couple pictures. The flora ruffled around him in the rolling breeze, sending his hair aflutter in kind.

He waded further into the meadow, towards a patch of flowers that bloomed out of the golden grasses in bright spots of color. He switched on the camera as he stopped in front of a particularly stunning specimen, leaning over for a closer look.

Red blossomed in streaks from the flower’s center, radiating out over the mellow gold of the petals only to vanish in flecks near the papery edges. A whorl of inky blue stamen watched him like an eye through his camera’s viewfinder as he sunk to one knee to get on the flower’s level, weight disturbing some of the other flora hemming him in.

He sniffled as pollen tickled his nose and pulled his camera away to rub the back of his hand over his face. He blinked rapidly, sinuses suddenly tight as the powdery yellow settled thanks to a temporary stall in the breeze. Sunlight caught on the offending particles as they fluttered back to the ground. Prompto lowered himself more carefully this time as to not disturb more of the flowers, settling on both knees as he breathed the last of the pollen from his nose. Weird. They’d been trekking around all kinds of terrain for months now and he’d never reacted like this to any type of flower.

He raised the camera once more, gradually leaning forward and back as he pursued the perfect angle. The viewfinder blurred for a moment as it sought focus in the dimming sunlight until the crisp picture of the flower finally crystalized to Prompto’s delight. He smiled to himself and clicked the button, taking a couple in sequence as clouds drifting above, changing the shadows against the golden grass.

The sudden crunch of footsteps behind him drew Prompto’s attention away from his pictures, heart leaping at the surprise, then again when he saw it was Noctis slipping through the meadow with far less care than Prompto had exercised, grass bowed out of his way like it knew he was royalty.

“You done trying to show Gladio up?” He teased as Noctis’ came to crouch besides him. The prince scowled, lightly nudging Prompto with an elbow.

“That wasn’t…just, you know how it is with—“

“Alpha stuff? Yeah, I know,” Prompto tried to force a joking tone in his voice and forget about how he’d felt earlier. Noctis, thankfully, just shrugged and switched subjects, leaning closer to glance down at the camera cradled in Prompto’s hands.

“Got any good ones yet?”

“Oh yeah. Never seen flowers like these before. Y’know the black part really looks like eyeballs…kind of weird, right?” He tilted the display towards Noctis, clicking through a couple of pictures.  

His heart beat a little faster as Noctis leaned in, their shoulders brushing up against each other. Prompto would’ve thought he’d gotten used to little touches like this, considering they’d been close for years now, but the contact and proximity still had him brimming with warmth. He smiled, flicking to the picture he felt most proud of—the flower in focus caught up in a breeze alongside all the blossoms and grass in the background, a cloud from above casting a wispy shadow slanted across the bright petals.

“Looks cool, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, dude,” Noctis pointed at the display, tracing the edges of the flower, “you know, the colors look super bright and cool with the shadow…I mean, I don’t know the right words to really describe it, but…looks good.”

“Wow. Super eloquent, your highness,” Prompto teased with an amused puff, “Might have to practice that before you start making royal speeches and all that stuff.”

“Shut up. Last time I try to give you a compliment.” Noctis grumbled even as a smile tugged at his lips. He rocked on his heels a moment before sitting down, content to watch Prompto as he straightened up to get a couple pictures of the landscape stretching beyond the meadow. He could sense the prince’s eyes on him, but he felt at ease, less self-conscious than he might be with anyone else.

Prompto liked this. The weird feeling from earlier had properly ebbed away, his heart no longer so tight and tense in his chest. With his and Noct’s personal bubbles pressed up together like this, he felt less alone.

And yet—maybe if he were an alpha, or anything at all—maybe there wouldn’t even be any bubbles.

Prompto’s nose no longer tickled and itched like it had before, but his head still felt foggy, eyes a sliver more difficult to keep focused. He tried blinking rapidly again and tried to hide rubbing his temple with a turn of the head, but Noctis caught him anyway.

“You doing good? These things making you feel weird?” He prodded the petals of a bud growing low to the ground.

“Dude, they’re just flowers, c’mon. I’m not that much of a loser,” Prompto sniffed, moving fingers down to pinch at his nose. “They just smell super strong for some reason.”

“Really? Smell pretty normal to me.”

“Yeah, I dunno. Maybe I’m just sensitive to them…” He shrugged his shoulders, thinking little of it. Apart from the brush with allergies he didn’t mind, as the flowers smelled pretty nice, if it a little overwhelming. Kind of like walking into a cloud of freshly sprayed perfume, scent pleasant but lingering just on the edge of burning without going over.

Time passed easily, the sun above them soon clipping over the distant trees and sending streaks of reddish gold across the sky. Prompto had long flopped on his back, camera cradled idly in his hand as sometimes he snapped a couple lazy shots, but mostly enjoyed the alone time with his best friend as best as he could. The fuzziness in his head and the heavy smell of the flowers had him feeling sleepy, and he was nearly ready to doze off for the second time today when Noctis spoke up.  

“Hey.”

Prompto glanced over to see Noctis had plucked one of the flowers from its stem and now turned it over in his hands, petals brushing delicately against his palm. Prompto was familiar with the calluses there, let himself imagine what it’d feel like to touch them as the flower did.

“Yeah? ‘Sup?” He shoved the thoughts away, propping himself up on one elbow and tucking tousled blond hair behind his ear.

Noctis’ fingers tensed around the stem of the flower, and his lips moved like he was about to say something, when Gladio’s gruff voice cut across the meadow.

“You two wanna eat, you better quit playing grab-ass and get over here!”

Noctis groaned, jerking his head in the direction of his shield’s call. Prompto caught a bit of the setting sun’s glow on his cheeks, his own head feeling a bit dizzy.

He didn’t know if he’d welcomed Gladio’s interruption or not, but at the mention of food his gut gurgled loudly enough to make Noctis’ snicker and forget his annoyance.

“Guess we better head over, then.”

By the time they made it back to camp Prompto could already feel hunger cramps starting to twist in his lower stomach, and the smell of the stew simmering over the fire practically had him salivating like a dog. Suddenly starving, he bounded over to take a seat and grab a bowl full of steaming-hot stew.

The meat smelled heavenly. Usually he tried to restrain himself, self-conscious of pigging out too much in front of his friends, but all that anxiety flew away as he tucked into the steaming bowl in his hands, tender garulessa steak falling apart on his tongue as he gulped down the meal so quick and ravenously that his throat almost hurt.

With his mouth full of food Prompto was hardly in his usual conversationalist spirit, but that didn’t stop Noctis from sliding into the seat beside him as he picked the meat and potatoes out of his own dinner.

“He thinks he can try and hide them from me if he cooks it all together like this,” Noctis murmured as he fished out a couple of limp mushrooms and slipped them into Prompto’s bowl, earning them both Ignis’ warning glance.

“Hey, at least it’s not going to waste,” Noctis retorted as Prompto’s noisy slurps filled the air. He’d left the spoon on the arm of his chair, deciding to instead drink directly from the bowl.  

Even with one hearty serving of stew plus his stomach gurgles for more, making him spring to his feet for a seconds. Thankfully, Ignis’ had the foresight to make a bit extra, and Prompto fills his bowl and returns to the chair besides Noctis to scarf it down.

“You’ll hardly taste it if you don’t bother to chew,” Ignis sighed, slow sips pointed contrast to Prompto’s almost-frantic gulps. The boy’s shoulders fell in guilt, trying to take it slower even as his hunger continued to gnash in his stomach.

“Sorry, I promise, I can definitely still taste it and it’s definitely amazing,” he insisted after another mouthful. He wasn’t lying—honestly, Ignis’ food almost tasted even better than it had before, though even with a second helping halfway down his hunger only barely felt satisfied.

Embarrassment finally stopped him from grabbing a third bowl though he craved it. He kept his arms loosely crossed over his stomach, distracting himself from the gnawing cramp as he tried to ease into the post-meal banter of his friends. It felt less like mere hunger now, more like his abdomen were trying to pull away from the rest of his insides He managed to suppress a grimace, chalking the discomfort up to the fact that he’d just downed two bowls of food twice as fast as he usually did. Yet this feeling, combined with the fuzziness and sneezing he’d dealt with in the meadow, he was starting to get a little worried.

Ugh. He really hoped he wouldn’t end up sick.  

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Prompto’s nose no longer tickled and itched like it had before, but his head still felt foggy, eyes a sliver more difficult to keep focused. He tried blinking rapidly again and tried to hide rubbing his temple with a turn of the head, but Noctis caught him anyway.

“You doing good? These things making you feel weird?” He prodded the petals of a bud growing low to the ground.

“Dude, they’re just flowers, c’mon. I’m not that much of a loser,” Prompto sniffed, moving fingers down to pinch at his nose. “They just smell super strong for some reason.”

“Really? Smell pretty normal to me.”

“Yeah, I dunno. Maybe I’m just sensitive to them…” He shrugged his shoulders, thinking little of it. Apart from the brush with allergies he didn’t mind, as the flowers smelled pretty nice, if it a little overwhelming. Kind of like walking into a cloud of freshly sprayed perfume, scent pleasant but lingering just on the edge of burning without going over.

Time passed easily, the sun above them soon clipping over the distant trees and sending streaks of reddish gold across the sky. Prompto had long flopped on his back, camera cradled idly in his hand as sometimes he snapped a couple lazy shots, but mostly enjoyed the alone time with his best friend as best as he could. The fuzziness in his head and the heavy smell of the flowers had been feeling sleepy, and he was nearly ready to doze off for the second time today when Noctis spoke up.  

“Hey.”

Prompto glanced over to see Noctis had plucked one of the flowers from its stem and now turned it over in his hands, petals brushing delicately against his palm. Prompto was familiar with the calluses there, let himself imagine what it’d feel like to touch them as the flower did.

“Yeah? ‘Sup?” He shoves the thoughts away, propping himself up on one elbow and tucking askew blond hair behind his ear.

Noctis’ fingers tensed around the stem of the flower, and his lips moved like he was about to say something, when Gladio’s gruff voice cut across the meadow.

A preview! This fic is already over 6k and nowhere near done, though I’m hoping to get it out soon! 

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d-zombiedragon replied to your post “Does anyone have any drabble requests while I work on my bigger fics?...”

Hmm...what kind of drabbles?

Maybe like fluff or hurt/comfort?

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Does anyone have any drabble requests while I work on my bigger fics? Preferably Promptis or OT4!

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Hey I’m still working on fic, I just had a bit of a break to focus on cosplay and conventions!

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God I also really want to write something where some random creep tries to hit on Prompto and Noct intervenes. God. I have so many ideas I just need the time. 

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I really want to write a fic where Prompto decides he wants to go swimming in a random stream he finds and makes Noct come along....and he’s not exactly opposed especially when Prom takes off his shirt ;)