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[valkyriesrose]

@petiitpriince

“I know we didn’t get to spend Chirstmas and New Years together.But we can still have a party our own babe.”

[khresme]

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They’d been doing this for years now. Wearing her younger twin sister’s face, going by her name--and no one was the wiser. Sometimes it almost amused her how easily she could pull it off, but with her sister’s agreement and credentials, it was easy to weave a story of the Niflheimian lieutenant who needed to inspect the fortresses of the Lucian mainland. Her sister being that person, which meant their secret meetings at the Citadel often were pulled off without so much as a hitch. And with the prince requiring certain treatments the king didn’t want to risk going public, a friend of the family was the most obvious choice.

“Sorry I didn’t reply to your letter yet, Prince Noctis,” Luna greeted cheerily as she entered the quarantined meeting room at the Citadel, “but since you were so curious to know, I do prefer Wonder Woman to Captain Marvel. That won’t put us at odds, will it?”

[heartonmytrigger]

@petiitpriince

“I’M HERE FOR YOU AND THE FUR BABIES!”

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"That's not what I said at all and you know it," Prompto huffed. He walked back to Noctis with a steaming cup of tea for both of them. On the platter beside of it were little sandwiches that Prompto'd been working on making already. He'd been far too hungry to wait.

"You look like you've been thrown in a meat grinder or something, dude. Look, I totally get it when you want to defend yourself, but you should definitely like... tap out sometimes."

At least... he hoped that it was a fight by choice. Prompto put the tray down and sat next to his best friend, frowning. "...You fought out of choice, right? Because if you didn't, I'll have to chase the people down and whip their asses for you."

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The treaty hadn’t been his fault. In fact, Prompto hadn’t known about the treaty until well after it was set into motion. Information had been kept from him in the past until he was ready to take his place as Niflheim’s Emperor in full but this... It had been too much, prompting him to go to Insomnia to find out what he could.

Finding himself being thrown at the Lucian Prince’s, now King’s, feet was not how he’d expected things to go. Dust flew up when his knees hit the dry ground and Prompto’s wrists ached from the zip ties around his wrists. The glaive behind him had his eyes narrowed on Prompto’s back as he raised a foot to press Prompto’s head down near Noctis’ feet. 

“Found him when we were trying to get out of the city. Dunno why Niflheim would let their precious Emperor out of their sight.” The title had been sneered, as if Prompto were a dead bug on the bottom of the man’s shoe. Maybe, in this sense, he was. He was pressed harder and Prompto clenched his teeth at the pressure turning into pain. “Haven’t wasted any food on him since we brought him here, barely deserved the water we gave him after all he’s caused.”

There wasn’t anything he could actually say that would help him here. The glaive had other plans. “Well, speak up you waste of space! Kiss the King’s boots, it’s all you’re good for now.” A face was close to his but Prompto didn’t give them a good look, the only emotion was anger and he’d seen enough of that. A hand was in his hair and his lips were guided to a black shoe in front of him, the soles a dusty crimson.

He might as well play along...

[kingrlccxiii]

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It's kind of amusing seeing his dad so excited about it, much better than the reaction he was worried about. "Dad, no! I thought you wanted to be a cool grandpa?"

“Cool is not in my vocabulary,” he scoffs before grinning. “I want to embarrass you even more through your kids! That’s what the best grandfathers do! Oh, I must get new jokes then! Maybe that blonde friend of yours can give me a few lessons...”

[dragoonxdive]

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Aranea sat next to the prince, a smirk on her lips, while Ignis was cooking, and Prompto and Gladio talking together. Noctis was looking to his phone, but she had decided to interrupt what he was doing. She helped the four guys quite OFTEN now, to fight the daemons. She had even started to spend time with them around the campfire after she had joined them for a fight. At first, Noctis seemed to be the most SUSPICIOUS of her, and even if she played it cool, deep inside, she understood why. The Empire had hurt him so much lately. Aranea had always hated Niflheim, and it was even worst now, but they had given her the opportunity to fight and to learn how to protect herself, and she was grateful for that. She still wanted to QUIT soon, because they were doing way too much lately, particularly when it came to daemons.

“We could almost say we’re friends now, prince charming.” She teased with a brief chuckle. “I hope you don’t mind sharing a meal with me. Specs is glad though. For once, someone helps.” 

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Noctis did look rather proud, even with his cheeks all red from blushing. "I-- went to a store," he mumbles. "I just! I just thought it looked really cute."

Ignis nods slowly by the words, the smile still on his lips. “Did you got one for ownself too?” His arms wrap around Noctis waist to pull him on his lap, nuzzling his cheek in affection. “A collar would suit you, love.”