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[text: Igs] Hey now, it's not like I do it on purpose every time, you know. Besides... I can't help that I like what I see. At least I'm nice enough to wait until you've got pants on.

[Text: Prompto] I’m flattered. [Text: Prompto] But I suppose I’ll just have to assume you’re content with the occasional glimpse of me shirtless and nothing more. Oh well.

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five times kissed~

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If Noct even knows Prompto is there yet, he hasn’t shown any indication of it. Instead, he’s digging through his desk. Whatever he’s looking for is a mystery, but he’s very intent on it.

He’s humming as he searches. A familiar song, actually, and Prompto can’t help the smile that spreads across his face. He pushes himself away from the doorway and crosses the distance, wrapping his arms around Noct’s middle from behind.

“That’s a nice song,” he offers playfully, resting his chin on one of Noct’s shoulders.

Noct turns his head so his temple bump’s Prompto’s, and he offers a wry, crooked smile. “Oh, you know that one?”

“A few lines of it.” Prompto plants a kiss against Noct’s cheek and nestle’s his chin more comfortably against the prince’s shoulder. “Whatcha lookin’ for?”

*

They have their own room at the Quay. It takes them perhaps fourteen seconds to realize that, process it, and then tumblr down onto the bed in a tangle of too-eager limbs, tugging at shirts and jackets and kicking shoes off.

“Alright, alright,” Noct laughs after a moment, sitting up on his knees, planted on the mattress on either side of Prompto’s thighs. “Hold on.”

He shrugs out of his jacket and lets it fall to the floor, but he doesn’t get a chance to go any further than that, as Prompto abruptly sits up, sealing their lips together clumsily. Noct grunts in surprise and grabs the edges of Prompto’s vest so he doesn’t fall backwards off of the bed.

They’re enthusiastic about their privacy for the night, if nothing else.

*

“Stop wiggling so much.”

“I can’t help it! Your fingers are ice cubes!”

Noct shoves his hands up Prompto’s shirt in retaliation, just to make him squeal.

“Boys,” Ignis sighs, as if he is truly the most world-weary soul. “Go to sleep.”

They fall quiet for a moment, at least until Noct shoves his hands down the back of Prompto’s shorts to make him damn near shriek. He starts kicking as he squirms away, only for Noct to wrap an arm around his middle and reel him back in.

“Boooys,” Ignis, with much dignity, does not whine.

“Gladio’s snoring!” Prompto protests, rolling over to face Noct, so he can look at Ignis over Noct’s shoulder. “Stuff part of the blanket in his mouth or something.”

“Smothering him, while tempting, seems like a bit of an overreaction,” Ignis returns blandly. “Pretend to sleep, then.”

“Fiiiiine.” With a drawn out groan, Prompto tucks his head under Noct’s chin. He squeezes his eyes shut and pretends very hard to be asleep. At least until Noct bends his neck to kiss Prompto’s forehead, and it sets off another round of sniggering.

With a noise of disgust, Ignis rolls away and pulls his pillow over his head.

*

Noct isn’t really talking. He’s awake, which is a relief, but he’s not really doing anything. Ignis tried getting through to him, though his own nerves were already too frayed for him to do much. Gladio tried getting through to him, though it mostly involved a lot of shouting and calling Noct a coward, and Prompto isn’t really sure how that was supposed to help. Shocker: it hadn’t. Noct had stared blankly at Gladio like he wasn’t even there until Gladio threw his hands up and left.

Prompto guesses it’s his turn now.

He creeps into the room. Noct is still clutching the notebook like a lifeline and staring out the window. He doesn’t move when Prompto sits next to him.

Prompto isn’t sure what to do, at first. And then he leans over and rests his chin on Noct’s shoulder. “Need anything?” he asks simply.

The shoulder he isn’t leaning on shrugs, and yeah, sure, it’s not the most helpful response, but at least it’s a response. Prompto turns his head to nose at Noct’s cheek. “Hungry?”

He gets a reluctant nod in return.

“Thirsty?”

Again, he gets a nod.

“You care what you get?”

Noct shakes his head tightly.

“Gotcha.” Prompto gets back to his feet, runs a hand through Noct’s hair, and leans down to kiss the top of his head. Fingers close around his wrist before he can walk away, before Noct slips his hand down enough to squeeze Prompto’s fingers.

Prompto squeezes right back before he lets go, Noct’s hand falling back to his lap.

“I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

*

Eventually, Noctis steps out of the caravan, clean as he can get in the rinky-dink little shower, and dressed in the raiment of kings. For all that the look on his face says he doesn’t think it fits him, he carries it off well.

Ignis and Gladio are in the diner, probably preparing for the trip they all know is coming. So it’s just Prompto and Noctis outside the camper. Finally. He thought they’d never leave.

Noctis looks like he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t get the chance to. Prompto closes the distance between them, cups Noctis’s face in both hands, and crushes their mouths together. He has been waiting ten years to do that, and he doesn’t think it’s ever going to be enough.

For a moment, Noctis doesn’t react, standing rigidly, hands hovering at his sides. And then he practically melts, wrapping his hands around Prompto’s hips and practically diving into the kiss.

Noctis tugs him forward by his hips, and Prompto threads his fingers into Noctis’s hair, and it seems more like they’re trying to inhale each other.

Noctis leans his forehead against Prompto’s afterwards, panting slowly through his nose. He smiles crookedly, and for a moment he’s the twenty-year-old boy that Prompto remembers.

“I missed you, too.”

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{ @lessqq-morepewpew || plotted starter ❀ }

This week’s hunts brought her to Leide. Hammerhead, of course, was her first stop-- Cid and Cidney had done so much for her and her little family over the past years that the garage turned outpost and its owners would always be at the top of the Amicitias’ list to visit whenever they dropped by the region for whatever reason. 

This would be the first time Iris went anywhere without Gladio, now that she was old enough and a skilled enough hunter to venture out on her own should she wish. An exciting thought initially, Iris eventually found it to be quite lonesome, the tinge of misery she’d been trying to distract herself from suddenly seeping into her mind... How long ago was the last time she’d been with all of them? Gladio, Prompto, Ignis... Where were they now? If only it was easier to keep in touch with loved ones in this time...

“Cidney in the garage?” She passed by a handful of hunters stationed by the barricades of the rather busy outpost. The lights inside the garage were off though the gate was left wide open. A woman informed her that they were at Takka’s being briefed through the radio by Meldacio HQ while someone else tinkered in their shop. Odd. Did they hire someone to help out?

Soon enough Iris’ nose poked into the garage’s entrance, curiosity urging her to check the new person.

“Hello?”

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massadamnata replied to your post: ...

Not equipped. I mean, I’m sure if we put that function in the android you got lugging around with you, that might be possible. Have you tried? Noct, update my system, dammit, I can’t do it on my own.

Asking me to help update anything that complicated sounds like a recipe for disaster, but sure, let's give it a whirl.

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lessqq-morepewpew replied to your post: Luna never existed, and instead you have to marry...

Tch. Rood.

So, what, are you volunteering to marry my high-maintenance ass, then?

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(Texts: Five Unsent, One Sent meme | Accepting)

[text] how much do you think ignis would kill us if we hid all the ebony around the hotel

[text] stop trying to teach dynamite stunt tricks im a good person and dont deserve this rodeo bullshit

[text] STOP TAKING SELIES MID-FIGHT

[text] is the update working for you? mine keeps restarting

[text] you know if you need to talk you dont need to wait til im on a roof at the ass end of nowhere right

[text] cant tell if youre watching lethal weapon or hosting a rave pls turn down the volume im trying to sleep

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😶 - Quietly lean against my muse 

Noct had been sleeping off the drive from Lestallum.He’s so deeply asleep that he doesn’t even feel Promptoleaning into him, not even the gunman’s poke into hischeek. He sleeps onward undisturbed, and perhaps not even the world ending could wake him.