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Re: [Fill: 5/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

"So where are you from, anyway?" Noct said.

Prompto fidgeted with the buttons on the cuffs of his sleeves. "Niflheim, originally. But we moved, awhile back."

"You're in Lucis now?"

"The outskirts," Prompto said. His lips curled up into a smile. "It's pretty. Everything's so green."

"I've never been to Niflheim," Noct offered – then laughed softly, when Prompto scrunched up his nose.

"You're not missing much," said Prompto. "Metal and concrete, far as the eye can see."

He might have added more – was warming up to the unusual notion that someone was willing to listen when he spoke – when a voice rang out beside them. "Am I interrupting?"

Prompto jumped – twisted in his chair. But it wasn't the Chancellor or either of the commanders at all. It was a somber boy in a button-down shirt, immaculate tie, black vest, and glasses.

"Sorry," said Prompto. "I'll go." And he was halfway to his feet when Noct caught at his wrist to pull him back down.

"Stay," he said. "It's fine. This is Ignis, my –" He hesitated. "The one who made the tarts at the buffet."

"The tarts?" Prompto asked.

"Indeed," said Ignis. "Such a notable act that it seems to have become my title."

Noct fixed him with a long, pointed look. Then he turned back to Prompto. "Did you try them? They're pretty good."

"Try the tarts," Prompto echoed, blankly. He felt like he was missing something important here, not the least of which was why anyone would ask whether he'd dared to sample the food. He wasn't allowed anything beyond his rations; that was common knowledge. Chancellor Izunia had been extremely displeased on the one occasion he'd caught Prompto snitching leftovers from a plate instead of putting them into the trash.

But he'd given Noct a name, and not a number.

And sure enough, Noct was reaching onto his own plate, where a single lonely tart remained. He held it out to Prompto. "Want to try?" When Prompto made no move to take it, he said, "Come on, just a bite. If you don't like it, you don't have to finish it."

So Prompto reached out to take the offering, aware in a distant kind of way that his hand was shaking.

He flashed his gaze to Ignis and then to Noct, half expecting this to be some sort of joke, but neither of them said a word. "Thanks," said Prompto, uncertain. Then he bit into the confection.

Pretty good, Prompto decided immediately, was the understatement of a lifetime.

The crust was flaky and buttery and rich. The filling was sweet and bright, topped with heavy cream and a small sprig of mint. It was the best thing he'd ever put in his mouth, ever, and even though Noct had said only one bite, Prompto crammed the rest in before he could think better of it.

He had it down in two hasty chews and an urgent swallow, then licked the crumbs from his fingers with great care. Already, his stomach was shifting, interested – wondering as it always did, in its hopeful way, whether he would send down anything more substantial, this time.

It made an inquisitive gurgle, and Prompto flushed, glancing up to see that Ignis and Noct were both watching him with intent expressions.

"They're, uh," said Prompto. "They're really good."

Ignis looked him over again, more thoroughly this time. At last he seemed to come to a conclusion. "I'll just fetch you another one then, shall I? We'll talk after the ball, Noct, if you don't mind."

Then he was gone, weaving his way through the gathered crowds.

"Sorry about that," Noct told him. "He doesn't really know how to unwind."

"No, he's fine," said Prompto, almost tripping over the words in his haste to get them out. "You're both fine. You're –"

Being so nice to me, he wanted to say, but the words caught somewhere in his throat. Instead he waved one hand, helplessly.

Noct snorted. "Forget it," he said.

But Prompto didn't want to forget it. He wasn't ever going to forget it: the plush velvet of the chair back, and the taste of tart on his tongue, and Noct's pleasant, mellow voice. He stared around him, trying to sear the image in his mind. If he never got another night like this one, he wanted something to hold onto.

Re: [Fill: 5/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

This is incredible. This is incredible. This entire fill is just so charming, and I've just read all the parts so far and smiled the entire way through. I love the fairytale style. I love Noct's '? are you serious?' reaction to being asked his name. I love poor suffering Prompto being overwhelmed by the smallest kindnesses. I love every second of this, and I sincerely hope you'll post it to AO3 when you're done so I can bookmark it.

Re: [Fill: 5/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

It's here, anon:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10413954/chapters/22996548

Re: [Fill: 5/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

Aaah, this is such a lovely comment. Thank you so much, this really brightened my day! I'm so glad you're enjoying, and that you liked it enough to share your thoughts with me. :)

I see some kind anon beat me to the Ao3 link (thanks, anon!). But basically, parts will go up here first, then I'll clean them up a little and put them up on Ao3 in chapter-sized chunks as I go.

Re: [Fill: 5/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

Ooooh my god, he's going to throw up all that rich food tho.... XD And meanwhile Ignis is like "Who is this anorexic boy Noct just befriended???"

I wonder if Carbuncle is going to show up to warn him he's about to turn back into a pumpkin, lol. Or maybe Loqi spots him? (Loqi seems most likely as the "target audience" of this ball)

Re: [Fill: 5/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

Haha, spoilers: I wrote in the line about Prompto's physiology being altered back in chapter one specifically so I wouldn't have to deal with that, come this part. H-haha, watch me do the legwork to support my own laziness. >___>

And I don't want to give anything away, so for now I'll just say: you'll see. :)

Re: [Fill: 5/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

Uuurghhh poor hungry baby chocobo D':
I almost feel bad for prompting this, knowing he's gonna suffer before the happily ever after happens.
Almost. But then this amazing fill wouldn't exist.
I get the feeling Iggy's already figured out Prompto's not being fed well. I'm half expecting him to come back with a full plate.
-OP

Re: [Fill: 5/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

Poor Prompto, I know how you feel. I almost felt bad for writing this part. ....almost.

But seriously, thank you for prompting this. I am having a blast with it so far. :)

And Iggy's on top of it, yeah. He knows that is not a normal tart reaction, however good his cooking is, and the once-over after was him checking Prompto out and seeing that the kid could definitely stand to put on some weight.

Re: [Fill: 5/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

Ahaha! What must be going through their heads right now about this starving boy from Niflheim who is obviously not of the aristocracy.

Re: [Fill: 5/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

Sorry, no Noct pov for quite awhile. :)

Re: [Fill: 5/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

I'm normally a shameful Lurker on here, but this fill is just absolutely amazing. How all the characters talk, how Prompto's view on them lets us gauge those characters, without spoon feeding us their motivations or how they feel. it's all so painfully believable and wonderful. You've very talented.

Thank you so much! ;-;

Re: [Fill: 5/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you SO much for such a sweet comment, especially because you dared come out of lurkdom for me. I'm so glad I'm not spoon-feeding; I try hard to avoid it, but sometimes I'm not entirely sure I'm successful. ^^

Re: [Fill: 6/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

(Ugh, I am dumb. Please don't read that other Part 6, it is an earlier version of the file. Mod, if you happen by, would you mind deleting that for me? Sorry. -_-;)

===

"We should probably go find a spot for the fireworks," said Noct, some four hours later, apropos of nothing.

Prompto had heard of fireworks, of course – cultured discussion in passing, when Chancellor Izunia had guests at the estate. Accordo, apparently, was renowned for its firework displays. He hadn't known that any were planned for tonight.

"There's fireworks?" Despite the drowsy contentment that had settled over Prompto like a blanket, he perked up at this, setting aside his now-empty plate. It had been a gift from Ignis, laden with another tart and a small assortment of mini-sandwiches. With its contents now in his stomach, Prompto felt... euphoric might be an overstatement, but not by much. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so happy.

At first he'd been on edge, worried that the Chancellor would spot him.

But the ball, Noct explained early on, stretched throughout twenty of the Citadel's chambers. The chances that Chancellor Izunia would happen to glimpse Prompto in a secluded corner, hidden mostly behind a chair that dwarfed him – much less recognize his scruffy MT in fancy party-wear and spectacles at a distance – seemed less and less likely as the night crept onward.

"Sure," said Noct. "Dad likes them. They're set to start at midnight, so we've only got like five minutes."

Prompto was just opening his mouth to ask why Noct's father had any bearing on the entertainment – was he responsible for some of the festivities, as Ignis apparently was? – when the final sentence caught up to his brain.

"Wait," said Prompto. "Midnight?"

He was on his feet in half an instant, looking for the door.

"What is it?" Noct asked him. "What's wrong?"

"I've got to go," said Prompto, spotting the exit and making toward it.

Noct kept pace, just to his right. "Already?" he said. "But what about the show?"

Prompto felt a pang of – something. Longing, maybe. Regret. Some combination of both. "I can't stay," he said. "I'm sorry. I wish –"

It crashed over him like a wave, so sudden it nearly floored him. Tomorrow morning, he would wake up in his cramped little cubby by the hearth. He'd fix breakfast for everyone but himself, and no one would listen to him ramble on about how he liked spotting shapes in the clouds, or how much he wanted to see a real, live chocobo. No one would tell him about the best fishing spot at Galdin Quay, or elbow him amiably in the side, like they were sharing a secret.

"I wish I could stay," he finished, miserably.

"Well," said Noct. "You'll be here next month, won't you? I'll see you then?"

"What's next month?" said Prompto.

"The second ball."

Hope pounded in like a summer storm at the sudden possibility that there could be another night like this. A month from now, he could have a few more precious hours of light and laughter, somewhere with incredible food and people who called him by his name.

There was nothing in the world that Prompto wanted more. But he needed the cooperation of the dream-creature, and he wasn't sure if it would – or could – bring him a second time.

"I'll try," he said, with all the sincerity he could muster. "I swear, I'll try."

Noct nodded, reluctantly – pulled up short, just beside the entrance. He schooled his face into something smooth and cordial, and he gave Prompto a nod more polite than familiar. But the smile, when it came, was far more intimate. "See you then."

Prompto flashed him a grin in return, pure sunlight. He waved once, wide and exuberant. Then he dashed out the door and down the side stairs – tripped, lost a shoe, and had to go back for it.

Less than a minute later, midnight struck, and Prompto shimmered and blurred at the edges, overcome by the same dizzying sensation from before. He closed his eyes, hard, and when he opened them, he stood in his grey work clothes, streaked with dirt, in the kitchen of Chancellor Izunia's estate.

In his hand, he clutched three lists, and every item on them had been crossed off.

Re: [Fill: 6/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

Part six has been posted three times and I'm getting really confused about where to reply! But I guess here makes sense, as it's a direct response to part five rather than to part four, and the other one was an earlier version?

ANYWAY, I'm still loving this. Poor Prompto, so intensely wishing he could stay. And Noctis, disappointed to see him go so soon, hoping he might come back for the next ball.

Re: [Fill: 6/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

Yyyyeah, I made a giant mess of this. /)_(\

I asked for mod help to get rid of the extras because I fail at making a proper thread apparently. ORZ

A-anyway, thank you for reading and for such a lovely comment! I'm glad you're enjoying!

Re: [Fill: 7/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

===

The month leading up to the second ball felt like the longest month of Prompto's life.

Every night while he dreamed, he sat in a plush black chair with Noct and the small white creature by his side. Every day while he worked, his thoughts flitted away to the bright lights of the Citadel and the wry smile on Noct's lips. Twice he tripped going up the stairs, not paying attention to the world in front of him. Once, lost in daydreams, he burned Chancellor Izunia's salmon, and the Chancellor pressed the side of his arm to the hot frying pan in retaliation.

After that, Prompto was better about paying attention.

Still. When the night of the second ball arrived, Prompto was practically bouncing with anticipation as he saw the Chancellor's retinue to the door. No sooner was it closed and locked, the transport pulled away, than Prompto turned to the empty room.

The creature had promised him, in dreams, that he could go. It had promised. But Prompto was not used to being told that he might have things, and so it was with a great deal of trepidation that he said to the empty room, "Are you here?"

Like a road mirage on a too-hot day, the little creature flickered into being. It squeaked at him, and words appeared above it. "You ready?"

Prompto had never been more ready for anything in his entire life.

This time, he did not stand at the base of the Citadel stairs and marvel at it. This time, he rushed up the steps, anxious to reach what he knew awaited him inside.

He found Noct in the corner, alert and oddly on edge. Some of the tension faded from his face when he saw Prompto – and Prompto, for his part, grinned wide and bright as the sun, setting himself down in the opposite chair.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't show," Noct said, with that wry smile that had played itself over and over in Prompto's mind.

"I haven't thought of anything else all month," Prompto told him, earnestly.

"Well," said Noct, a little taken aback, cheeks shading pink. "Then I'm glad you made it."

"Me, too," said Prompto, and he meant it more than he could have ever put into words.

The night glided by, in a series of vibrant moments: Noct leaning in close, the touch of his hand on Prompto's arm very warm through the silk of his shirt; a detailed play-by-play of the zombie shooting game in the arcade downtown; a mountain of a man who wandered by to introduce himself as Gladio; the absolute bliss of getting to try daggerquill soup, and fresh fruit salad, and Ignis' orange cake; exploring the button on Noct's phone that captured images, filling up screen after screen with snapshots of their laughing faces.

"You're staying for the fireworks this time," Noct asked him, at ten till midnight. "Right?"

Prompto could think of nothing he'd like better. "I can't," he said, reluctantly. "I've got to go."

"Yeah," said Noct, looking oddly disappointed. "Sure. But I'll see you next month?"

To Prompto, next month seemed like it was decades away.

===

At the third ball, Noct met him at the door. He took Prompto by the arm, and Prompto didn't care when the bruises underneath the silk complained, because he'd been waiting all month for this.

"Hey," Noct told him. "Good news. Fireworks are at ten tonight."

"Seriously?" Prompto said, practically vibrating with excitement. "Talk about lucky! I thought I was never gonna get to see them."

"Yeah," said Noct, face going pink again. "Lucky."

At ten, they sat out on the Citadel's steps, watching sprays of color bloom and burst across the sky. Prompto stared up at the glimmering strands of gold and brilliant flashes of light, hardly daring to blink.

And when he began to shiver midway through the show, cool night air creeping through the thin silk of his dress shirt, Noct slipped off his jacket and settled it carefully about Prompto's shoulders.

Re: [Fill: 7/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

D'aww Noct... Setting it up so the fireworks would happen at ten just so Prompto could see them!! This is so precious!
-OP

Re: [Fill: 7/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks, OP! I'm glad you're still enjoying it. :)

Re: [Fill: 7/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

PS - I hope you don't mind that I'm doing multiple balls instead of all in one night. I have a hard time buying the love at first sight thing in fiction, so I wanted to spread it out a little.

Re: [Fill: 7/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

I don't know what makes me want to cry more.... Ardyn burning Prompto's arm, or Noctis having his dad change the time of the fireworks so Prompto can see them? Or maybe it's Noct lending Prompto his jacket so he'll be warm......... ahhhhhh ;_;

Re: [Fill: 7/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

Poor Prompto needs more nice things. :(

Glad you're enjoying, anon. o/

Re: [Fill: 7/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

"I haven't thought of anything else all month," Prompto told him, earnestly.

I went 'awww' aloud at this. And Noctis's startled reaction!

And Noctis RESCHEDULED THE FIREWORKS and I feel like my heart is going to explode.

Re: [Fill: 8/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

===

Ignis and Gladio crashed their private chair party for the fourth ball, and Prompto didn't mind at all.

The conversation was lively with so many people, and Prompto grew more animated as the night slipped by. Gladio brought over flutes of bubbly champagne, and Ignis insisted he try the meat pies, a new recipe. Noct's phone ended up in Prompto's hands – filled up with close-ups of the pie crust, and artistic angles of the ceiling lights, and shot after shot of the four of them, framed by the high backs of their chairs.

The fireworks were at ten again, and they sat out on the steps, all four of them, to watch the sky catch fire.

===

During the fifth ball, Noct took Prompto on a stroll through the Citadel's grounds. It was an ambling, wandering sort of expedition, and they walked so near to one another that their shoulders brushed from time to time.

They passed through room after room of vibrant celebration, ending at last far from the noise and excitement – in the Citadel's gardens, near deserted, where only an occasional party-goer wandered to take in the sights.

High above, the stars were a wash of brilliant white. All around, creeping tendrils of vines draped down from lush green trees. The scent of flowers was heavy on the air; it filled up Prompto's lungs, every time he took a breath.

There was something a little like magic in the velvet dark of the night, the delicate, precious kind that can only be found in the pages of a storybook.

And there on the bank of the reflecting pond, surface bright in the moonlight, Noct reached out and took Prompto's hand in his own.

===

At the sixth ball, Noct introduced Prompto to a refined older gentleman with a neatly groomed salt-and-pepper beard.

"This is my dad," said Noct. "He, uh. He's been wanting to meet you."

Prompto took in his face, cultured and kindly. He could see Noct in the nose, and the cheekbones, and the curve of his brow. He thought briefly of his own father, whom he hadn't seen now for five and a half years, and then shoved the thought away.

"A pleasure to finally put a face to the name," Noct's father told him. "My son's spoken of little else, these past few months."

"Dad," said Noct, face going pink again.

Prompto ducked his head and scuffed the toe of one of his fancy slippers against the polished floor. "Uhm. Nothing too bad, I hope?"

"Oh, no," said Noct's father, face softening into a smile. "Rave reviews, I assure you."

===

"Hey," said Noct, half an hour into the seventh ball. "Wanna ditch?"

Prompto glanced over at him, mouth full of the mushroom he'd just wrestled off the skewer. "Ditch?"

"It's just, y'know," said Noct. "I got this new game, and there's a multiplayer mode, and the AI runs into walls and shoots your party members when you leave it to itself."

Prompto chewed twice – swallowed. "Just you watch," he said, grinning. "I'll go one better. I'll shoot the walls."

Noct, it turned out, had a room in the Citadel. Prompto still wasn't entirely sure what his title was, but he must not take it too seriously, because he stripped the bed and dumped the blankets on the floor so they'd have someplace to sit in front of the television.

By quarter till midnight, they'd made it through eleven levels, and Prompto's name was on every high score chart for accuracy.

He was just standing to go, reluctant, when Noct said, "Hey. What's your number? Maybe you could come over and play some more next week."

There was a moment, one breath-stealing, heart-stopping moment, when Prompto felt a surge of understanding that he was wanted here. His knees went a little watery and he was sure they were going to drop him on the floor.

Then he imagined actually sneaking out – leaving his chores undone so that he could walk the whole way to Insomnia. He imagined the Chancellor's face when he finally returned, and the way the straps on the metal table in the basement would bite into his skin. His brain blanked out the mental image before he could take it further than that, shutting down the promise of imagined pain.

"That's," said Prompto, finding it suddenly hard to breathe. "I'm. I'm pretty busy, most nights. And I don't have a phone." The silence stretched thin. "Sorry."

When he looked up, he discovered that Noct was wearing a shuttered expression, carefully blank. "Right," said Noct. "Sure."

He seemed to hesitate – finally came out with: "Want to play more next time, then? I don't mind waiting. We can pick up at level twelve."

And Prompto, who had been certain Noct would get mad at him, let out a shaky sigh of relief. He threaded their fingers together, like Noct had done in the garden, and he said, "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

===

They beat the game during the eighth ball, sprawled in their elegant finery amid a pile of sheets on Noct's floor.

At 9:30, they emerged into the noise and bustle of the party, just in time to catch the fireworks at ten.

This time, when Prompto started to shiver, Noct didn't give up his jacket. He scooted close enough for them to share, and draped it awkwardly over two sets of shoulders.

Re: [Fill: 5/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

"This is Ignis, my –" He hesitated. "The one who made the tarts at the buffet."

"The tarts?" Prompto asked.

"Indeed," said Ignis. "Such a notable act that it seems to have become my title."
How is this fic so sad and so cute at the same time. Ignis Scientia, Master of Tarts.

Re: [Fill: 5/?] Noctis/Prompto Cinderella AU

[(Anonymous)]

It should totally be his new title. :)