#promnoct

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Cursing you all with the idea of hanahaki disease promnoct

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"No problem, man!" Prompto said, smiling broadly. It was a problem. He'd caught feelings, complicated feelings, and he couldn't stop thinking about his best friend moaning and squeezing around him. It made him feel sick. How was Prompto supposed to act natural around him now?

T4T lunoct luna sterility au

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You're as Blind as the Eyes That You Steal

Noctis breaks up with Prompto without warning and without hesitation, sending Prompto spiraling.

Cns: a lot of rage, some vile words, a lot of pain. Suicidal ideation in one sentence. Kind of a catharsis work for me. Proceed with caution if you have high empathy.

Title is a lyric from the song "Godzilla" by With Confidence.

Seeing his too-perfect face on screens and posters all around the city used to be exciting, but now that Noctis had dumped him like a moldy potato, it did nothing but twist his stomach into knots. They'd been together three years, Noctis asking him out in high school. It had been a wonderful three years full of sneaking out behind Ignis' back to walk the streets at night and spending long weekends curled up in bed together, and Noctis had ended all of that with absolutely zero emotion.

Noctis had thought nothing of it, claiming that he'd simply realized that he didn't actually love Prompto as a boyfriend and had decided to end their relationship so that he could focus on Lunafreya, his childhood friend who he was arranged to marry. Prompto knew that Lunafreya was more important than him, being able to give Noctis an heir *and* being a socially acceptable spouse for the future king, but he couldn't help but feel angry whenever he thought about it. Noctis had dumped him *three years* in, after both had given their firsts to each other and shared their deepest secrets, for some pretty girl he didn't even have a crush on, and it *hurt*.

Prompto grabs the nearest poster, Noctis' face effortlessly beautiful in the middle of it, and tears it to shreds, drawing a few judgmental glances and stares in his direction. None of them knew, and none of them would ever know, why some skinny blonde guy was standing in the street and sobbing angrily over a photograph of the crown prince. Prompto throws the shredded poster into the nearest garbage can and storms off down the street, wiping hot tears from his eyes.

Noctis had led him on all this time, broke his heart, and tied a cute little bow around the anvil he'd just crushed Prompto's soul with, saying "we're still friends though. Send me a text when you want to come over and play video games." He'd gotten away with it too, knowing that Prompto wouldn't dare tell anyone that he had been dating the prince, and especially not that he'd been dumped by him.

Prompto reaches the front door of his home, still living with his parents, and unlocks it, slipping inside and locking the door behind him. The house is quiet as usual, as his parents are rarely home. The house may as well just be his, considering that he's often the only one there for weeks at a time. For once, the silence and lack of other people in the house was a blessing rather than a sad reality. Prompto tosses his keys onto the dining table and kicks his shoes off, heading for his bedroom. He flops onto his bed and presses his face into the pillow, hoping that maybe he'd suffocate and not have to ever see his ex's face again, but of course the pillow isn't dense enough for that. Prompto rolls over onto his back and stares at the ceiling for a moment before tears well in his eyes and he rolls onto his side.

Too many nights he'd spent in this bed with Noctis, staring up at the ceiling and listening as the prince's breathing settled back to its normal rhythm. Too many nights he'd spent lying next to someone who didn't love him at all. He wished it'd been anyone else, one of the many girls always eyeing Noctis, maybe. He wished that someone prettier, better, more acceptable had been dating Noctis instead, because then maybe *she* would still be with him and the marriage with Luna would have never been arranged. Maybe *her* name would be in the headlines next to Noctis', her face next to his on the posters and screens. *Gods*, it hurt.

Prompto had always worried that he wasn't good enough for Noctis, fretting over his appearance and his clumsiness and his awkwardness, feeling completely out of place next to someone so effortlessly regal and beautiful, and now his worries were justified. He'd always just assumed that because Noctis was still with him Noctis *loved* him, but clearly he never really did. What Noctis loved was the attention, the sex, the eagerness to please him in every way possible, Prompto thought hatefully.

Prompto grabs his phone from his pocket and checks his notifications. A couple hourly messages from a video game, miscellaneous social media updates, a text from his mom saying that she and his father would be staying at work overnight again, and at the bottom of the list was a message that made Prompto's stomach clench and twist into angry, painful knots.

"Hey, you still coming over tonight?"

It was Noctis, asking so casually if Prompto would still go over to his apartment for their weekly all-night gaming sessions like nothing had happened. It'd been just days since Noctis had ripped Prompto's heart out and crushed it in his fist, and the pain ignited into rage. Prompto taps on the notification and begins typing furiously.

"How dare you?"

He erases the message and starts typing again.

"I never want to see you again."

He blanks the text box again and starts over.

"No, forget it."

He hits send, flipping his phone over and shutting off the screen as tears well in his eyes and the knots in his stomach explode into butterflies. His phone buzzes a familiar pattern a few seconds later, and Prompto reluctantly picks it back up to read the reply.

"Why not? Come on, it'll be fun."

The butterflies jumble themselves back into knots and Prompto grips his phone tightly, sitting up in bed and furiously typing a response.

"How much of an idiot are you, Noctis? Do you have any idea what I'm going through? You ripped my heart out and now you expect me to just come over to your place and hang out like nothing ever happened? Gods, what the hell is wrong with you?"

He hits send, his hands shaking violently. The air crackles in his room, hot and dry and horribly still. His phone buzzes again after what feels like an eternity.

"Woah, dude, sorry, I didn't realize you were in such a bad mood. What happened? Bad day?"

Prompto almost screams at the response. Noctis really doesn't care at all, feigning concern for the one he'd just called his boyfriend a few days prior. Prompto's fingers fly into action again, this time typing words he will never be able to take back, and he doesn't think he'll ever want to.

"You really don't get it. You're a selfish, entitled, awful piece of shit, Noctis. You're as blind as those who chase after you day after day. You never even saw me as a person, did you? You just wanted me around for the sex, is that it? And now that you have to keep up appearances you dump me for some girl you haven't even spoken to since you were a child? You're horrible, Noctis, and I hope in a few years this all comes back to haunt you, and that when it does, it never stops. I hope you'll die thinking of me. Rot in hell, Prince Noctis. Tell your new toy I said hi."

He hits send, hot tears streaming down his cheeks, and blocks Noctis' number before he has a chance to respond. For once, he's grateful that Noctis kept their relationship a secret from everyone, as it meant that Prompto wouldn't be met with an angry mob at his door come morning. He chucks his phone across the room into a pile of clothing, lays back down, and falls asleep, rage and anguish fading into comfortable silence. Maybe, finally, tomorrow will be okay.

[end]

[xvthirst]

T4T male promnoct in which prompto eats noctis out so good he squirts which he didn't even know he could do. yeah i'm cooking

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Strawberry Milk

Noctis sighed annoyedly as he examined the wad of toilet paper in his hand. Blood. It was that time of the month again.

Disclaimer: Noctis is not infertile and Prompto is not sterile, we're just pretending that it's impossible to get pregnant while on one's period. Do not try this at home unless you are willing to accept pregnancy as a consequence.

(C)ns: period sex, nonverbal consent, established relationship, switchy prompto and noctis, dommy top prompto

He drops the paper into the toilet and reaches into the nearby cabinet, pulling out the box of pads. Getting low already. He pulls one out and replaces the box, unwrapping and fitting the pad. Unfortunately he hadn't been tracking his cycle this month, so he wasn't wearing pad-compatible underwear under his boxers like normal. He finishes up in the bathroom, crawling back into bed and reaching for his phone. He dials the familiar number of his advisor and carer, waits the usual two rings, and is greeted with Ignis' voice on the other end. "Hey, Iggy. I uh, I'm running low on pads. Could you pick some up on your way over tomorrow?"

Ignis had planned to come by tomorrow night to help Noctis with his homework, and he agreed to stop by the store on the way. Noctis knew he'd be getting more than just pads, too, since he always did. Ignis was the type to show up with a whole basket of chocolate and a heating pad or a warmable stuffed animal of some sort, and Noctis didn't mind it too much. Good thing too, because if you told Ignis not to bring you so much, he'd get sulky. Noctis learned that the hard way. Noctis shoots a text to Prompto, calling off the date they'd set up for the next day. He feels bad having to cancel, but he knew he'd be a complete asshole if he had to do anything except lay in bed and play video games, so he figured it's better to cancel plans than snap at his boyfriend. His phone buzzes with a reply from Prompto.

"Aw, bummer. I could always come over if you still want to see me!" Noctis smiles, amused that Prompto thinks he might not want to see his own boyfriend, and texts back "of course I want to see you, moron. I just don't want you to have to deal with me." Prompto texts back immediately "I'll be there tonight if you want! Not like I have anything better to do. I could bring popcorn and a few movies!" Noctis considers it for a moment and replies "sure, why not. We'll have the place to ourselves tonight anyway." Noctis chuckles at the immediate "sweet! Be right there!" from Prompto and settles comfortably in bed.

Prompto arrives about fifteen minutes later, letting himself in with an excited "hey Noct!" Noctis grins and calls out "hey, I'm in bed. Don't wanna get up." Prompto comes in and gives Noctis a kiss, his lips tasting faintly of sour candy, and presents the goodies he brought. "I picked up some cheap movies recently, they look pretty cheesy. Also brought this new brand of popcorn I've been meaning to try. Everyone says it tastes just like movie theater popcorn so I guess we'll have to test that." Prompto finishes that last sentence with a bright laugh and walks off to prepare the popcorn.

Noctis can't help but stare as Prompto walks out to the kitchen, at his boyfriend's small but cute butt swaying back and forth as Prompto bends over the kitchen island, waiting for the popcorn to finish. Noctis always finds himself deeply sexually attracted to Prompto during his period, more than normal, and sometimes flirts with the idea of asking for sex, but always decides it's not worth the prep and the mess. Prompto wiggles impatiently, shaking his butt like an over-excited corgi, and it's almost too much for Noctis. Maybe letting Prompto come over tonight wasn't a good idea after all.

The popping slows and Prompto bounces upright, speeding to the microwave so he can open it just before the popcorn starts to brown, and Noctis slides a hand under the blanket just to make sure he didn't somehow pop a boner. Prompto calls to him from the kitchen "hey Noct, d'you wanna use a bowl or just eat it from the bag?" Noctis pulls his hand back out hurriedly and calls back "may as well just use the bag. Don't want to waste a dish." Prompto replies "okie dokie" and trots in a moment later with the bag between his teeth, two cans of cola in his hands. "Didn't know you'd brought cola" Noctis comments, trying to distract himself from the twitching between his legs. Prompto hands him a can and sets the popcorn down in his lap, placing the other can on the nightstand. "Figured you'd want some! I kept it a surprise just so I'd have *something* to surprise you with." Prompto turns to the tv and picks up the little stack of dvds he'd brought, trying to decide which to watch first. "Hey Noct, birds or sharks?" Noctis laughs and groans, knowing exactly which movies Prompto brought, and says "birds." Fortunately, Noctis had already seen both movies, so he wasn't going to miss anything if he couldn't focus on them. Prompto inserts the disc, skips the previews, and hits play, settling next to Noctis and laying his head on his boyfriend's shoulder.

Noctis tries to watch the movie, making it only a couple minutes before Prompto's scent starts to fill his mind with nothing but thoughts of getting railed by his boyfriend. Prompto laughs at a bit of dialogue and reaches a hand into the popcorn bag, still in Noctis' lap, which makes Noctis jump. Prompto shifts slightly to look worriedly at Noctis, his striking blue eyes staring into Noctis' with the same energy and intensity as the gaze of a scared puppy. Noctis turns to kiss his head, wrapping his arm around Prompto's waist reassuringly, and Prompto settles and goes back to watching the movie. Prompto reaches for the popcorn again a bit later, and this time Noctis inhales sharply as Prompto's hand reaches the opening of the bag.

"Noct, you okay?" Prompto pulls his hand away and sits up, turning to face him and placing his hand absently on Noctis' thigh. Noctis can feel the tips of his ears getting warm and silently thanks himself for not bothering to style his hair today, letting it cover his ears. "Um, yeah, I'm okay" Noctis replies, hoping the words don't sound as fake as they feel. "Dude, if you're gonna lie to me, at least make it sound convincing" Prompto says worriedly, trying to bury his concern under his usually cheery and humorous attitude. Noctis sighs, caught and unable to pretend anymore, and leans in to kiss Prompto, setting the popcorn bag on the nightstand as their lips meet. Prompto's eyes widen in surprise, but he relaxes into the kiss. Already, the movie's been forgotten.

Prompto's hand migrates from Noctis' thigh to his hip, his other hand reaching up to cup Noctis' cheek as he's pushed onto his back, breathing heavily and moaning softly against Noctis' lips. With Prompto now pinned to the mattress, Noctis slips a hand under Prompto's shirt and slides it up to his chest, toying with one of his nipples and making him moan sweetly. Noctis can feel his tdick twitch in response, beginning to harden against its padded cloth prison. His lips migrate to Prompto's neck, biting and kissing gently as he twists the blonde's nipple harshly between his thumb and forefinger. Prompto squirms in response, gripping Noctis' shoulders and moaning breathily into his neck. Prompto's hips roll upward and meet Noctis', causing the prince to bite Prompto's neck harder to stifle a moan, leaving a fairly prominent bite mark in the freckled blonde's pale skin. Noctis' free hand moves downward from Prompto's chest, sliding over his boyfriend's smooth skin and underneath the waistband of his pants. His fingertips reach their goal and Noctis grins, licking slowly up Prompto's neck as the other whines pathetically below him.

Noctis withdraws his hand from Prompto's pants, straightening up and perching atop the blonde's thighs, grinning down at him. Prompto's chest rises and falls dramatically with each breath, his shirt still pushed up towards his neck. Noctis begins grinding against Prompto, letting his arousal and desire become undeniably known, and he can feel Prompto's length harden underneath him. Prompto seems to get the hint, placing his hands on Noctis' hips and sliding the raven-haired prince over his growing bulge, both of them moaning softly and panting with arousal and exertion. "Prompto," Noctis breathes, letting his head fall back and gripping Prompto's wrists gently "I need you inside me, please." Prompto doesn't respond verbally, instead pulling Noctis down on top of him and wrapping his arms over the prince's thighs, picking him up with the usual surprising strength and carrying him into the bathroom.

Noctis doesn't let Prompto untangle himself from his arms once they reach the bathroom, pressing his lips to Prompto's and kissing him deeply. Prompto carefully slides a hand up slightly and grabs Noctis' ass, squeezing the firm cheek intently and making Noctis moan desperately. Prompto sets Noctis down on the edge of the bathtub, still kissing him, and begins to remove his pants, letting his cock spring free and kicking the fabric off his ankles into a corner. Prompto then starts on Noctis' clothing, tugging his boyfriend's shirt out of the waistband of his pants and up over his stomach, Noctis finally letting their lips part as both of their shirts come off. Noctis' hands find Prompto's cock without looking and he begins to stroke, staring lustfully into the freckled boy's big blue eyes. Prompto slips a hand down the front of Noctis' pants in response, rubbing just hard enough against his thinly padded crotch to be felt, causing Noctis to moan and squeeze his hand around Prompto's shaft.

Prompto pulls his hand away, dragging Noctis upright and kneeling to forcefully strip him, boxers and all. Noctis' flow is fortunately light enough that, even aroused, there is little chance of blood dripping out and staining anything important. Prompto tosses his boyfriend's pants into the same corner he'd just kicked his own and stands, pressing one finger inside of Noctis and making the young prince moan pitifully. "Y'know Noct," Prompto says quietly into his ear, an audible sly grin spreading across his lips "this whole time all you had to do was ask. You know I don't mind a little blood." Noctis groans in response as Prompto punctuates the statement by pushing another finger inside him, curling them against Noctis' g-spot and beginning to thrust them in and out, his short nails scraping Noctis' inner walls. The raven-haired prince grips his arms tightly, his knees beginning to shake as Prompto picks up the pace and drives his palm against Noctis' cock with each inward thrust.

Suddenly he pulls his fingers out, immediately gripping Noctis' ass with both hands and pressing his dick into the little gap between Noctis' thighs and his vulva, frotting against the prince's tcock. Noctis moans in surprise, letting his eyes close in pleasure as Prompto uses Noctis' arousal to coat his own cock in a mixture of blood and slick. Wet sounds fill the little room as the boys frot, dicks sliding against each other while both pant and moan quietly. "Prompto, please," Noctis pants, trembling slightly "please fuck me". Prompto grins and squeezes Noctis' ass in his hands, whispering back "is that a request or a command, highness?" Noctis whines deep in his throat at the cheeky reply and scrapes his nails across Prompto's back. "Prompto, I order you to fuck me."

Immediately Prompto complies, picking his boyfriend up and laying him in the tub, climbing in on top of him and aligning the tip of his dick with Noctis' tight hole. He presses in, both boys moaning loudly as Prompto slowly sheathes himself inside of Noctis' warm cunt. No matter how many times they have sex, it never stops feeling as wonderful as it did the first time. Noctis reaches up and finds the familiar soft point of Prompto's chest, fondling his boyfriend's small tit lovingly as the blonde starts thrusting. Not much of Prompto had remained soft after middle school, but the little bits that had were little patches of heaven to Noctis. Prompto grips Noctis' hips tightly and holds them up slightly for a better angle, beginning to find his rhythm.

Every thrust causes squelching sounds to echo off the walls of the tub, and the sound paired with the sensation of Noctis' cunt being even slicker than usual makes both even more aroused. They moan and pant with mouths hanging open, Prompto quickly nearing climax and beginning to thrust harder, pounding Noctis' cervix and making him gasp from the pain mixed with pleasure. Prompto stares down into Noctis' pale blue eyes as he fucks into his royal boyfriend, searching wordlessly for instructions, and Noctis wraps his legs around Prompto's hips as tightly as he can. Prompto wasn't going to be allowed to pull out this time.

Prompto groans with arousal and his thrusts quickly become sloppier, rapidly approaching orgasm and for the first time continuing to pound the prince's pussy as he does. His breathing quickens, Noctis' moans increase in frequency and volume, and suddenly Prompto is smacking his hips against Noctis one last time, driving his twitching cock as deep as it'll go, his moans and shouts of pleasure blending with his boyfriend's as he fills the Lucian prince with his cum. Noctis reaches orgasm too, his walls clenching around Prompto and milking him desperately as they both moan pathetically.

Prompto curls forward slightly as he comes down from the intensity of his orgasm, a thread of saliva hanging from his open mouth as he pants over Noctis. Noctis, fucked-out mind working purely on instinct and desire, puts a hand under Prompto's mouth to catch his saliva and then brings it to his own, licking his fingers clean. Prompto moans lightly at his boyfriend's action, still savoring the feeling of his prince's cum-filled cunt wrapped around his softening cock. Noctis hums softly in satisfaction, a blissful smile spreading across his face, and Prompto responds in kind.

After a few minutes, Prompto pulls out with a wet *shlick* and watches with curiosity and contentment as his semen, now tinted pink, flows from Noctis' slightly gaping cunt. He resists the urge to bury his face between Noctis' thighs, but only barely, and begins to run a bath for the two of them. Noctis fortunately had been given the privilege of on-demand hot water, blessing both with immediate warmth. They bathe together, making out and fondling each other as they enjoy the hot water, all worries lifting up and away from them with the steam. The movie still plays quietly in the bedroom but they pay it no mind, simply letting time slow to a stop and hold them in this blissful moment for what feels like forever. A rare and treasured moment of true peace.

[end]

[xvthirst]

prompto decides to be cute and attempt under-desk support and noctis just pushes him off

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Baby's First Period

Prompto's not feeling well, suddenly achey all over and feeling weak. He's been keeping a secret, and he's about to have to reveal it.

Notes: fluff, no smut! transfem prompto! baby's first period. author is not transfem, but has some secondhand knowledge. please forgive inaccuracies! there are also hints at trans ignis :3c

Prompto groans uncomfortably and turns over in the bed. It's midday and he still hasn't left the room yet today, Noctis staying with him and making sure he has water and food. Ignis and Gladio have left the younger two alone, knowing Noctis would look after Prompto, heading to Lestallum for ingredients in hopes that the spices and higher quality vegetables will help Prompto get better soon. Noctis sits on the edge of Prompto's bed and puts a comforting hand on his side, which Prompto takes in his own hand and places underneath his shirt. Noctis can feel that Prompto's burning up, his skin concerningly warm against Noctis' comparatively cold palm.

This had come on fairly suddenly within the span of a couple of days. Prompto had been fine, running around as normal and always fidgeting with something just two days prior to their arrival at the motel, but the day before he began seeming out of it, less like his usual cheery and awkward self, and started to complain more than usual about being sore. Ignis had put Prompto on mandatory bedrest as soon as they'd arrived, paying in advance for a few nights so that they wouldn't have to worry about traveling until Prompto had recovered.

Noctis has been sticking close to Prompto's side ever since he first started seeming a little out of it, and Prompto has been glad for the constant presence of his best and most trusted friend. Noctis has been seeming more protective of him in general lately, now that he thinks about it. Prompto wonders if Noctis knows, if he can sense that something's different, but he knows that's not likely. How would Noctis know? The changes had barely begun to show by virtue of Prompto maintaining minimal body fat, and unless one of the guys had seen his pill case and somehow happened to recognize the little blue pill among the others...

Noctis shifts, taking his hand from Prompto's side and placing it against his forehead. The back of his hand is surprisingly still cool, and Prompto's grateful for the feeling of his friend's slender fingers against his warm, throbbing forehead. He's had a horrible headache all night, his skull feeling like it might implode if he tries to get up. The concern radiates off of Noctis in almost tangible waves, and Prompto finds himself tearing up at the fact that Noctis is so worried about him. Prompto's been more emotional lately and Noctis has noticed, developing a habit of firing insults at Gladio and Ignis whenever they say something unkind or thoughtless about or to the little blonde. Prompto can't say he isn't grateful for the protectiveness, but it does make him worry what would happen if Noctis knew he was taking Estrogen. Would Noctis become even more protective of him? Even more posessive? What would happen during battle if Noctis and the others knew? Would they treat him as even more weak and fragile than they already do?

Prompto sighs and rolls back over to look at Noctis, not meeting his eyes. "Noct, I really should tell you something" Prompto says hesitantly, deciding to just get the reveal over with now so that Noctis has time to process before the others get back. Noctis takes one of Prompto's hands in his, his eyes fixed on Prompto's, and replies "what is it?" Prompto gives Noctis' hand a gentle squeeze and inhales shakily, tearing up a little, which concerns Noctis. "Noct, um, you know how I've been more emotional lately and stuff?" Noctis gently squeezes Prompto's hand in response and replies "yeah?" Prompto swallows and says quietly "I've been taking hormones. Estrogen and stuff. I think I'm on my period."

Noctis doesn't reply for a bit which worries Prompto. He worries that Noctis is upset, maybe disgusted, maybe even considering abandoning Prompto here for lying to the party and hiding something so important from them all. When Noctis finally does reply, it surprises Prompto. "That would explain the mood swings." They sit in silence for a few minutes, neither one looking at the other. "So, any other changes?" Noctis asks, his voice level and tone neutral as if he's asking for an update on local news or about edits to one of Ignis' recipes. Relief washes over Prompto and he feels himself tearing up again, squeezing Noctis' hand and burying his face in the pillow, managing a quiet "mm-mm" in response.

"We've all been worried sick, y'know" Noctis chides him, slight annoyance in his voice. "We all thought you'd developed some weird illness and Ignis has been looking for a doctor to take you to." Prompto's relief is quickly replaced with guilt and a few tears drip onto the pillow. He didn't realize Ignis had been so worried about him, that any of them had been. "I'm sorry." Prompto sniffles quietly and curls his legs up toward his torso, trying to make himself seem smaller and take up less space like he often does when he feels others are upset with him. Noctis exhales softly and leans down, surprising Prompto with a gentle kiss on the side of his head. "I'm not upset with you" Noctis says, sitting back up "just worried about you, and relieved that you're not actually sick. You've got to promise me you'll call and tell Ignis, though." Prompto looks up at Noctis and meets his gaze, Noctis' eyes a soothing, beautiful blue in the afternoon sunlight. "I promise" Prompto says quietly, then realizes he doesn't know where his phone is. "Um, hey Noct? Where's my phone?" Noctis reaches into his pocket and pulls out his own. "Here, use mine. Yours is charging."

They make the call together and Ignis sounds extremely relieved, promising not to tell Gladio and asking if Prompto needs anything while they're still in Lestallum. Prompto supposes it makes sense that Ignis of all of them would understand, but it still makes him cry happily to be understood and accepted without question. Noctis puts his phone away and takes Prompto's hand in his again. "Need anything from me?" Prompto says no, then quickly mumbles "um, actually..." and looks away. Noctis raises an eyebrow at him and waits for Prompto to finish. "Could you, um, hold me? Warmth helps..." Noctis smiles softly and replies "sure", getting up and walking around the other side of the bed so that he can settle against Prompto's back.

They lay like that for a while, eventually falling asleep, the feeling of Noctis against him calming Prompto and soothing his anxious mind. Ignis and Gladio finally return that night, Ignis seeing the two of them asleep and shushing Gladio as they enter the room. He knows that Prompto's transition is going to change things, but that's not a bad thing. Even though Prompto had said he didn't need anything, Ignis had picked up a few different kinds of chocolate for him and placed those now on the nightstand, smiling softly. He'd figured Prompto might eventually transition, picking up the little tells, he just didn't know when.

[end]

[xvthirst]

Promnoct period fic in which noctis flips between being extremely cuddly and punching prompto in the arm full-force for breathing too loud