NM, the Acronym.
So yeah, my titles will slowly become nonsense as I continue on and I might get inspiration but today is not one of those days.
And here is another chapter to my weird and awkward fanfic.
You can read it on AO3 as well.
Enjoy!
Fandom: Final Fantasy XV / Relationship: Prompto/Noctis /
Tags: Prompto, Noctis, Realizations, Love, Emotions, Rain, Pictures, Strangers to Friends to This, Prompto is cute, Noctis is his Hell, No one Minds
Chapter Fourteen: In Seeing, It Was Only A Matter Of Time.
It came to Prompto like sudden rain.
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“Prompto!”
He turned, his camera clicking so he wouldn’t miss the opportunity but his eyes focusing on the shock of black hair; the blue eyes that turned up in confusion.
“What are you doing?”
He smiled, giving the prince a smirk.
“Oh, taking a picture. There’s this really cool technology called a camera and it can cap-”
“Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the news.”
The prince waved him off, coming up and standing for a second, shifting from one leg to another. Prompto smiled at him.
The guy was so awkward sometimes.
“Dude, prince, you can sit down.”
The prince huffed, throwing himself down next to him and looking at the view.
The school opened up the city, being down one of the main roads, and the prince glanced back at Prompto as he readied for another shot.
The sun was setting, casting everything into that golden glow that Prompto loved.
“So, what are you taking a picture of exactly?”
Prompto thought for a second, trying to find the answer.
“Maybe the glow.”
The prince cocked an eyebrow, not looking at Prompto as he questioned him.
“How do you even do that?”
Prompto shrugged, another photo taken.
“Don’t know dude.”
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“Prompto.”
He didn’t lower the camera, waiting for the moment of weakness.
“Yes?”
There was a beat of silence before shoulders sagged, a sigh escaping.
“Are you still trying to take a picture?”
“No. ‘Do or do not, there is no try’.”
A snort and a shake of the head but no blue gave Prompto the go-ahead.
“Did you seriously just quote one of those old space movies?”
“Star Wars, Prince Noctis. And it is a classic.”
“Whatever. Just stop already. Do not. Abort mission. I want to go home.”
Prompto shifted just slightly, seeing a peak but knowing better than to try to take a picture. He smiled at the prince, even though his back was to him.
“This can all end if you just turn around. It isn’t even that bad.”
He knew the pout was there, could tell from the slight shift of his jaw.
But then a sigh escaped again and slowly, the prince turned to him, his eyes bright with expectancy.
It really wasn’t that bad.
His hair had been cut - by who Prompto had no idea - but now it was higher up, curving against his head in bunches of small circlets.
Prompto didn’t know how. The prince had straight hair but he said it happened every time they cut, calming down by the next day or so since Noctis’ hair grew so fast.
He looked good, amazing even. Especially when all the girls had practically squealed at the sight.
But the prince was embarrassed. And hell to the Six if Prompto wasn’t going to get a picture of this.
And so he took the picture, the slight blush on his face, the way his eyes were bright and wide, the mouth that was pouting, the hair crowning him with circlets of black.
It was almost perfect.
Noctis waited a second and then stomped off, his bag going over his shoulder.
“You happy now?”
Prompto laughed, grabbing all his things and running up to catch him, slapping his back playfully.
“Come on! It is a great picture, Prince Noctis.”
Noctis huffed, shrugging off his hand and slumping into a scowl.
“Don’t call me that.”
Prompto stopped, slightly taken back. He instantly felt the horror, just knowing he messed everything up with that stunt. But then the prince half-turned, the blush still there and his blue eyes going back and forth from Prompto to away.
“Noct is fine.”
Prompto blinked for a second, taking in the sentence.
Then a giant smile set in and Noctis - Noct - blushed more and turned around. Prompto caught up, giving his friend another slap.
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Noct was sitting on his bed, his eyes focused on the round of King’s Knights.
Prompto was focused too, his body leaning against the side of the bed, his character in the middle of an epic battle when he noticed the time.
10:30pm.
He blinked, looking at the ‘DEAD END’ screen in front of him.
Noct let out a little noise of disapproval, his body tensing as the round was placed on his shoulders.
A second later and he groaned, the end music joining Prompto’s.
Prompto let his head drop, looking at Noct upside down.
“Dude.”
“What?”
“It’s like, 10:30. We should probably end it.”
Noct groaned, turning around so he was on his back, an arm draping over his eyes.
Prompto took that as a sign to leave, standing slowly and stretching his sore legs.
Too long sitting in one place.
A noise behind him and Prompto half turned, half stretched to look at his friend, giving him a confused look.
“What?”
Noct moved his arm, his eyes barely opened as he fought off sleep.
“Are you staying over?”
Prompto blinked at him.
Hadn’t really thought to consider that.
“Isn’t the guest bed occupying all of your crap?”
“Mhmm.”
“Then whe-”
He stopped as Noct began to move, scooting and sliding until he was under the covers and half the bed was unoccupied. A hand lazily slapped the pillow, his eyes already closing.
“Sleep here.”
Prompto stood there, stock still.
The prince of the country just told him to sleep in the same bed as him.
What?
He was thinking too long because Noct made a noise and opened his eyes, giving Prompto a look.
“Prom. Either get into the bed or get out. Stop watching me like a pervert.”
Prompto snorted, throwing off his clothes until he was in his boxers and snuggling underneath the covers with Noct.
“You’re an idiot. What if, like, I took advantage and shot pics or something?”
Noct raised an eyebrow, looking half concerned, half impressed.
“You got camera in those boxers of yours?”
Prompto sighed out, trying not to smile.
“Dude, you know that wasn’t what I meant. You need to be more careful.”
Noct laughed, a barely exhaling of breath that tickled Prompto’s cheeks.
“You’re the one who is practically naked in my bed. I think you need to be more careful.”
Prompto sighed and just gave his friend a look.
“Dude, you are so ticklish, it wouldn’t even matter.”
Noct shook his head, his eyes closing already.
“No way. Definitely could do it. You’re a twig. Way too easy to overpower.”
Prompto felt himself be drawn to sleep, Noct’s voice calming him and making his eyes close.
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“Get in loser, we’re going on a date.”
Noct drove up in the regalia, Ignis and Gladio in the back seats. Prompto looked away from his picture, his camera shutter going off as he leaned in.
A few people were looking, already knowing who the driver was.
Prompto smiled and shook his head, giving Noct a smirk.
“Totally not a date. You got babysitters.”
Noct scoffed.
“Babysitters are the new cool thing dude. Get in.”
Prompto sighed, letting his voice drop to a whine.
“And are you going to buy me nice things this time?”
Noct smiled sweetly, holding out a hand. Prompto laughed, taking it…
To be pulled into the car via Noct.
A shriek that could have put a banshee to shame escaped Prompto as he all but got thrown into the front passenger’s seat, Noct laughing while Gladio groaned and Ignis sighed.
Then they were off, Noct’s laugh echoing out.
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“Prom, look.”
Noct pointed to a flower, completely red and practically glowing in the rey landscape. Noct was crouched next to it, his finger barely missing the petals, as he looked at Prompto, his eyes alight with excitement.
Prompto took the picture, knowing he captured it perfectly when Noct gave him a smile.
“Take a picture of the flower, not me idiot. Isn’t your assignment ‘Nature’?”
Actually, Prompto’s assignment was ‘Nature and Man’, but he adjusted it to Noct finding random pieces of nature, Prompto taking pictures to his reactions.
They were good, since the prince seemed to actually enjoy finding the pieces for Prompto to take.
They had already taken pictures of Noct with dogs, under trees, sleeping and having butterflies attack him, a huge amount of him finding flowers and just a few of Noct in the sun and wind and looking up at clouds.
Now they were closing in, the dark tint to them getting darker as Prompto watched.
Noct looked up too, his face losing its earlier light.
“It’s gonna rain.”
Prompto knew Noct didn’t like the rain. Knew his friend had something going on that made his bones ache whenever the clouds blessed Insomnia with their tears.
He shrugged, waving the camera.
“I got a lot of good pictures. So let’s head back?”
Noct frowned and then looked back up, like he was debating.
“We could probably push it.”
Prompto shrugged, looking down at his pictures.
“We can go. We didn’t bring an umbrella. What if i-”
A shower of water falls, completely soaking Prompto and Noct in cold rain.
It hits Prompto like ice, making him yelp in surprise and almost drop his camera. He instantly covers his bag, glad his camera was waterproof.
The roar of the rain is loud and Prompto squints and shields his eyes to find Noct, opening his mouth to scream at his friend.
And then stopped.
Noct was standing in the rain, his arms outstretched and his face facing up. His hair was already stuck to his forehead, his clothes already clinging to his body. His eyes were closed, his mouth opened barely into a smile and he breathed, the air coming out as a tiny puff.
Prompto scrambled to take a picture, his fingers slipping and fumbling until they finally rose to meet his face, his eyes already in place as the camera focused.
Even in the rain, even with everything going on, Noct was beautiful.
The rain instantly died down, calming to a steady and soothing pace, getting slightly warmer as the clouds start to lighten.
Noct looked at him, his eyes opening to smile at his friend, his hands falling gently to his side.
“Prom.”
It hit Prompto then, almost as hard and surprising as the rain.
Oh.
Noct chuckled, giving Prompto a smirk.
“Prom, what’s up? Your face is red.”
Prompto could feel it, the heat instantly taking over as the rain melted his cold body into a warm mush.
He felt a sense of pure joy and excitement hit him as he looked at Noct, as the feeling set into his being.
And with it, a tiny knot set there too, uncertain and completely horrified with the revelation.
“Good things come to those that wait.”
That feeling was overridden, the warmth bursting inside of Prompto as he gently shook his head.
“Ah nothing. This rain is super cold though.”
Noct laughed, agreed, and they made their way back, a rainbow painting the clouds even as the rain continued.
This is definitely what I waited for.