To summarise, it was three days with mixture of joy and pain at the same time.
There was no school, but almost all day Prompto got to accompany Noctis to wherever he went, flashing smiles until his jaw hurt and his teeth dry. At least he’s allowed to wear a more casual attire; if Ignis insisted that he wore the suits all day, he’d rather die.
The reporters were merciless, however. They tailed Noctis and Prompto almost everywhere, even when they were resting in the Citadel. As much as Prompto was patient enough, they were starting to get on his wits’ end, especially when they wouldn’t stop snapping pictures whenever he and Noctis were doing something, anything.
Noctis seemed to sense his uneasiness as well, as he tried his best to shield him whenever he could. But it was a public event; nobody can forbid the reporters to take pictures, not even Ignis. At least Noctis made sure that Prompto was always having fun.
At last, the third day came. That meant that it was time to close the Festival with the Last Dance. Supposedly, they were going to dance in the main square, but Prompto was reluctant to dance in front of so many people, so Ignis proposed that they could move towards the school after the first sequence.
They were once again wearing matching suits and cufflinks, the present from Iris adorned their wrist. The night would begin with a short speech from King Regis, Noctis on his side, and then Noctis would pick his dancing partner to begin the Last Dance with (which, of course, would be Prompto). And after the crowds had started to take the floor, they could slip out and go towards the school, where most of the teenagers their age would gather.
That was the plan, anyway.
Prompto watched nervously when the King and Noctis stepped forward, heart pounding in his chest. Looking at Noctis, Prompto couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. His boyfriend—pretend-boyfriend, Prompto had to remind himself again and again—was so unfairly gorgeous, under the soft lantern lights, the cape he was wearing over the suit billowing behind him as he stood just beside his father, unwavering. Even as the King delivered his speech, Prompto didn’t hear a single word; his attention focused on Noctis, and he almost swore that Noctis was also glancing at him.
“...and now, let us begin our Last Dance,” Regis announced. “Noctis, if you please?”
Noctis nodded and walked off the stage, slowly, straight towards Prompto. He never broke his eye contact; and with each step, Prompto felt his palms sweating and his heart beating faster. Time seemed to slow down, and when Noctis was standing right in front of him, it felt like everything stopped.
“Prompto,” Noctis extended his right hand, body slightly bowing but eyes never leaving Prompto’s, as his lips curled into a small, fond smile. “Will you dance with me?”
Prompto sucked in a deep breath. He had practiced this scenario with Ignis, countless times. All he had to say was ‘It’ll be my honour, Prince Noctis,’ and took Noctis’s hand and let him lead him towards the centre, where the slow music would start and they would dance. That’s all. But when it wasn’t Ignis who was in front of him, but Noctis himself...
...Prompto found himself low-key panicking silently inside.
“It’ll be my... h-honour, Prince Noct-chis,” Prompto stared in horror. Oh gosh, he did not just bite his own tongue at the most crucial part of the sentence. He heard several people snorting, some giggling, and he was ready to turn back and let the ground swallow him if not because of Noctis taking his hand and fucking kissed it, before pulling him gently from the crowd and towards the centre of the square like nothing had happened.
And then as if on cue, the music started, and Noctis started leading him to the dance. Prompto, despite having his brain short-circuit for a while there when Noctis kissed the back of his hand, tried his best to catch up, careful not to step on Noctis’s toes, and slowly, the people started pouring in, dancing with their partners.
“You wanna go now?” Noctis asked, as he led Prompto out of the crowd to take a breather. “We can continue at school—Iris might be there too.”
“Won’t Ignis and Gladio look for you?” Prompto asked, as he followed Noctis, who had walked away from the city square. “The reporters are still looming around.”
“I can take care of myself and you for a night,” he shrugged, taking Prompto’s hand into his own and started walking.
“Are we going to walk all the way towards school?”
“Of course not,” Noctis grinned and waved a keyring on his finger. “We’re going to take the Regalia.”
“Oh, Noct,” Prompto’s eyes widened slightly. “You did not just steal the King’s car.”
“It’s mine too, technically. I just got my license, so sometimes Father allows me to practice using his car,” Noctis tugged on his hand as if to convince him. “We’ll park a little bit away from the school if you’re worried about the attention. And I’m a safe driver, I promise.”
Somehow Prompto didn’t believe in that, but he complied. Noctis didn’t exactly give him a choice here; he certainly didn’t want to be left alone, not with reporters prowling around waiting for them. Being together with Noctis gave him slightly more reassurance.
Fill 12a/12: Noctis/Prompto, fake dating
There was no school, but almost all day Prompto got to accompany Noctis to wherever he went, flashing smiles until his jaw hurt and his teeth dry. At least he’s allowed to wear a more casual attire; if Ignis insisted that he wore the suits all day, he’d rather die.
The reporters were merciless, however. They tailed Noctis and Prompto almost everywhere, even when they were resting in the Citadel. As much as Prompto was patient enough, they were starting to get on his wits’ end, especially when they wouldn’t stop snapping pictures whenever he and Noctis were doing something, anything.
Noctis seemed to sense his uneasiness as well, as he tried his best to shield him whenever he could. But it was a public event; nobody can forbid the reporters to take pictures, not even Ignis. At least Noctis made sure that Prompto was always having fun.
At last, the third day came. That meant that it was time to close the Festival with the Last Dance. Supposedly, they were going to dance in the main square, but Prompto was reluctant to dance in front of so many people, so Ignis proposed that they could move towards the school after the first sequence.
They were once again wearing matching suits and cufflinks, the present from Iris adorned their wrist. The night would begin with a short speech from King Regis, Noctis on his side, and then Noctis would pick his dancing partner to begin the Last Dance with (which, of course, would be Prompto). And after the crowds had started to take the floor, they could slip out and go towards the school, where most of the teenagers their age would gather.
That was the plan, anyway.
Prompto watched nervously when the King and Noctis stepped forward, heart pounding in his chest. Looking at Noctis, Prompto couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. His boyfriend—pretend-boyfriend, Prompto had to remind himself again and again—was so unfairly gorgeous, under the soft lantern lights, the cape he was wearing over the suit billowing behind him as he stood just beside his father, unwavering. Even as the King delivered his speech, Prompto didn’t hear a single word; his attention focused on Noctis, and he almost swore that Noctis was also glancing at him.
“...and now, let us begin our Last Dance,” Regis announced. “Noctis, if you please?”
Noctis nodded and walked off the stage, slowly, straight towards Prompto. He never broke his eye contact; and with each step, Prompto felt his palms sweating and his heart beating faster. Time seemed to slow down, and when Noctis was standing right in front of him, it felt like everything stopped.
“Prompto,” Noctis extended his right hand, body slightly bowing but eyes never leaving Prompto’s, as his lips curled into a small, fond smile. “Will you dance with me?”
Prompto sucked in a deep breath. He had practiced this scenario with Ignis, countless times. All he had to say was ‘It’ll be my honour, Prince Noctis,’ and took Noctis’s hand and let him lead him towards the centre, where the slow music would start and they would dance. That’s all. But when it wasn’t Ignis who was in front of him, but Noctis himself...
...Prompto found himself low-key panicking silently inside.
“It’ll be my... h-honour, Prince Noct-chis,” Prompto stared in horror. Oh gosh, he did not just bite his own tongue at the most crucial part of the sentence. He heard several people snorting, some giggling, and he was ready to turn back and let the ground swallow him if not because of Noctis taking his hand and fucking kissed it, before pulling him gently from the crowd and towards the centre of the square like nothing had happened.
And then as if on cue, the music started, and Noctis started leading him to the dance. Prompto, despite having his brain short-circuit for a while there when Noctis kissed the back of his hand, tried his best to catch up, careful not to step on Noctis’s toes, and slowly, the people started pouring in, dancing with their partners.
“You wanna go now?” Noctis asked, as he led Prompto out of the crowd to take a breather. “We can continue at school—Iris might be there too.”
“Won’t Ignis and Gladio look for you?” Prompto asked, as he followed Noctis, who had walked away from the city square. “The reporters are still looming around.”
“I can take care of myself and you for a night,” he shrugged, taking Prompto’s hand into his own and started walking.
“Are we going to walk all the way towards school?”
“Of course not,” Noctis grinned and waved a keyring on his finger. “We’re going to take the Regalia.”
“Oh, Noct,” Prompto’s eyes widened slightly. “You did not just steal the King’s car.”
“It’s mine too, technically. I just got my license, so sometimes Father allows me to practice using his car,” Noctis tugged on his hand as if to convince him. “We’ll park a little bit away from the school if you’re worried about the attention. And I’m a safe driver, I promise.”
Somehow Prompto didn’t believe in that, but he complied. Noctis didn’t exactly give him a choice here; he certainly didn’t want to be left alone, not with reporters prowling around waiting for them. Being together with Noctis gave him slightly more reassurance.