"You two better be ready, we're leaving now." Gladio's shout rings through the apartment like a bullet from a gun just as Prompto manages to get the black sweatpants Noctis had thrown at him tied tight enough around his waist that they won't fall down and embarrass him in the middle of whatever training Noctis' scary omega friend has in mind.
"That was so not five minutes." He says under his breath as he straightens out his wristband making sure the strip of white and green fabric sits just right on his wrist and his secret remains hidden.
‘I don’t have to wear this anymore.’ The thought pops up into his head and chirping away like a songbird in his brain singing, ‘Noctis knows, Noctis knows.’
His fingers tease at the edges of the band pulling it just far enough away from the skin that he can see the black of the ink. His lips tremble as a sickening sour feeling creeps through his mouth tightening his throat and his lips pull back into a grimace. He tugs the band back down and reluctantly leaves the bathroom with it covered. He walks through the short hall into the living room where Gladio stands sentinel by the door. The omega looms over him with his scent as much as his body. His arms bulge as they cross over his chest and Prompto finds his eyes drawn back to the unfairly tight hoodie, the lines of his muscles barely even hidden beneath the fabric.
"So, you're this Prompto I've heard all about?" Gladio raised a brow, amber eyes piercing right through him like arrows.
"Uh, yeah you must be Gladio, I've heard a lot about you too." His feet move beneath him, shuffling under the weight of those eyes as his voice mimics it, too loud at first before it softened to almost nothing.
"I'm sure." Gladio's voice rolls from his lips and hits the open air with careless precision the disbelief in it sharp as a blade.
His eyes finally move sliding away from Prompto to glare at something behind him and his chest shudders in relief as a world is lifted from his shoulders. He turns following Gladio’s gaze and smiles as he takes in Noctis in an outfit that almost matches the one he’d thrown at him to wear.
Gladio’s lips pull back from his teeth, baring them in a friendly sort of threat. "Just in time Princess any later and I would have carried you out the door myself."
The image of Noctis being flung carelessly over those huge shoulders and carted off like a bag of potatoes overtakes his mind with the brilliance of a sunrise. His heart flips over in his chest like a dog rolling over to show its owner its belly his voice creaking out of his throat. "Wait really?"
"He's done it before." Noctis shrugged as he walks out of his apartment like it isn’t a big deal and it barely even registers as something strange to him. He says it like everyone has a giant buff behemoth bodyguard friend that slings them over their shoulders and carries them off to keep them from slacking when they don’t feel like working out that day.
Prompto follows Noctis out into the hall a tension he hadn’t even felt building in his shoulders releases as he takes in a breath of air that isn’t heavy with agitated pheromones. He steps aside as Gladio walks out of the apartment and let’s Noct through to lock the door. “So where are we headed? I’m not usually invited along on these things.”
“To the Citadel training halls.” Gladio’s hand lands on his shoulder with a squeeze that prevents his body from jumping. “We’ll get you a badge when we get there.”
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Re: Fill: Courting Disaster 3a/?
Date: 2017-07-12 11:18 pm (UTC)"That was so not five minutes." He says under his breath as he straightens out his wristband making sure the strip of white and green fabric sits just right on his wrist and his secret remains hidden.
‘I don’t have to wear this anymore.’ The thought pops up into his head and chirping away like a songbird in his brain singing, ‘Noctis knows, Noctis knows.’
His fingers tease at the edges of the band pulling it just far enough away from the skin that he can see the black of the ink. His lips tremble as a sickening sour feeling creeps through his mouth tightening his throat and his lips pull back into a grimace. He tugs the band back down and reluctantly leaves the bathroom with it covered. He walks through the short hall into the living room where Gladio stands sentinel by the door. The omega looms over him with his scent as much as his body. His arms bulge as they cross over his chest and Prompto finds his eyes drawn back to the unfairly tight hoodie, the lines of his muscles barely even hidden beneath the fabric.
"So, you're this Prompto I've heard all about?" Gladio raised a brow, amber eyes piercing right through him like arrows.
"Uh, yeah you must be Gladio, I've heard a lot about you too." His feet move beneath him, shuffling under the weight of those eyes as his voice mimics it, too loud at first before it softened to almost nothing.
"I'm sure." Gladio's voice rolls from his lips and hits the open air with careless precision the disbelief in it sharp as a blade.
His eyes finally move sliding away from Prompto to glare at something behind him and his chest shudders in relief as a world is lifted from his shoulders. He turns following Gladio’s gaze and smiles as he takes in Noctis in an outfit that almost matches the one he’d thrown at him to wear.
Gladio’s lips pull back from his teeth, baring them in a friendly sort of threat. "Just in time Princess any later and I would have carried you out the door myself."
The image of Noctis being flung carelessly over those huge shoulders and carted off like a bag of potatoes overtakes his mind with the brilliance of a sunrise. His heart flips over in his chest like a dog rolling over to show its owner its belly his voice creaking out of his throat. "Wait really?"
"He's done it before." Noctis shrugged as he walks out of his apartment like it isn’t a big deal and it barely even registers as something strange to him. He says it like everyone has a giant buff behemoth bodyguard friend that slings them over their shoulders and carries them off to keep them from slacking when they don’t feel like working out that day.
Prompto follows Noctis out into the hall a tension he hadn’t even felt building in his shoulders releases as he takes in a breath of air that isn’t heavy with agitated pheromones. He steps aside as Gladio walks out of the apartment and let’s Noct through to lock the door. “So where are we headed? I’m not usually invited along on these things.”
“To the Citadel training halls.” Gladio’s hand lands on his shoulder with a squeeze that prevents his body from jumping. “We’ll get you a badge when we get there.”