i forgot to include this in the first post. this update was REALLY conversation-heavy, so i'd like to apologise first if it's confusing. now you can continue!
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The car was parked in the basement garage, and five minutes later, they had glided through the city in the Regalia, Noctis driving smoothly. When they reached the bridge, Prompto could see the glimmers of the Festival of Light from the car window, and he let out a sigh of awe at the sight.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” Noctis spoke beside him, his tone confident. “We should have gone for more rides, Prom.”
“It’s not like you can steal Regalia for too often,” Prompto laughed.
They soon arrived at the school. Noctis parked the car on a nearby spot, just five minutes’ walk away from school. The students had been gathering in the courtyard, some dancing, and some others eating and chatting with each other. Prompto could spot Iris dancing with an older boy amidst the crowd, and she looked like she was enjoying herself, so he decided not to call her.
Noctis never left his side, thankfully. “Do you want to grab a bite or two?” He poked on Prompto and asked. They had a light dinner before the dance in city square, but Prompto was too nervous to eat he ended up only having a piece of biscuit and a cup of tea, and now his stomach was growling loudly.
“I guess I’ll do that,” he said, lowering his head in embarrassment when Noctis chuckled. The Prince had already pulled him to the banquet table, though, and Prompto’s mouth watered at the various dishes laid there. The Home Ec students really did a well-done job this time.
“Try some skewers, they’re really good,” Noctis said, already stuffing some food into his mouth. Some of the students had noticed Prompto and Noctis as well and greeted them, attempting to chat more, but he was just not in the mood. Not when his mind kept thinking about Noctis; and that after this night was over, he would no longer be Noctis’s boyfriend. Their charade would end.
And deep down inside, maybe Prompto didn’t want it to end.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the commotion nearby. Some of the students had stopped dancing and was looking out of the gate with concerned look, so Prompto put down his plate and tried to see what was going on, but Noctis pulled his arm away.
“Noct, what the fuck?!” he hissed, but then he understood what happened when he heard the familiar sound of camera clicking and people shouting. Reporters.
“There they are! The Prince and his boyfriend!”
“Shit,” Noctis cursed. “They found us. Run, Prompto!”
“Wha—whoah?!!” Prompto yelped in surprise when Noctis grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the school building. “Noct, where are we going?!”
“Somewhere they’re not going to find us!” Noctis yelled back as he kept running, into the school and passed the shoe locker hall, turning right towards the flight of stairs that led towards the sophomore’s classrooms. Behind them, Prompto could hear footsteps growing closer and closer.
“They’re following us?!” Prompto asked in horror. “Into the school grounds?!”
“During the Festival anyone could go to anywhere in public places, Prom. We just have to lose them—shit!” Noctis skidded into a stop when he realised that there were also people at the other end, causing Prompto to crash to his back. “Shit, shit, shit—fuck this,” he growled, and then turned towards the central stairs and headed upstairs.
“Are we going to hide in one of the classrooms?” the blonde whispered.
“No,” Noctis answered. He pulled Prompto again back to the stairs and towards the topmost floor—the rooftop. “The roof is a far safer place to hide.”
As they reached outside, Prompto collapsed from exhaustion while Noctis locked the door behind them. “Fuck, that was somewhat terrifying,” he moaned, standing up and dusted his suits. The air was colder up here, since it was nearing the beginning of winter.
“A risk, I guess,” Noctis was now catching his breath as well. “We should wait here until everything has died down, though. Or maybe we should contact Ignis—shit,” he cursed when he patted on his pockets. “Dammit, I forgot that I left my phone in the Citadel. How about yours, Prompto?”
“I left mine in the Citadel too...” Prompto shook his head.
“Damn. Guess that we just have to wait for it to die down,” Noctis grumbled, running a hand on his once perfectly styled hair, now all mussed up from the sweats and running. They fell silent for a while, still trying to calm down as they stared downstairs towards the courtyard through the chain link fence.
“Come to think of it,” Prompto grinned, breaking the silence. “This is so thrilling, you know. All this... running and hiding,” he walked away from the chain link fence. “It’s like I’m eloping from you!”
Noctis didn’t answer, but he caught himself. “Ah—I... I don’t mean anything weird from it, I swear!” Prompto sputtered. “We’re... We’re going to end this fake relationship soon anyway, so it’s not like it’s possible, right? Noct—“
Fill 12b/12: Noctis/Prompto, fake dating
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The car was parked in the basement garage, and five minutes later, they had glided through the city in the Regalia, Noctis driving smoothly. When they reached the bridge, Prompto could see the glimmers of the Festival of Light from the car window, and he let out a sigh of awe at the sight.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” Noctis spoke beside him, his tone confident. “We should have gone for more rides, Prom.”
“It’s not like you can steal Regalia for too often,” Prompto laughed.
They soon arrived at the school. Noctis parked the car on a nearby spot, just five minutes’ walk away from school. The students had been gathering in the courtyard, some dancing, and some others eating and chatting with each other. Prompto could spot Iris dancing with an older boy amidst the crowd, and she looked like she was enjoying herself, so he decided not to call her.
Noctis never left his side, thankfully. “Do you want to grab a bite or two?” He poked on Prompto and asked. They had a light dinner before the dance in city square, but Prompto was too nervous to eat he ended up only having a piece of biscuit and a cup of tea, and now his stomach was growling loudly.
“I guess I’ll do that,” he said, lowering his head in embarrassment when Noctis chuckled. The Prince had already pulled him to the banquet table, though, and Prompto’s mouth watered at the various dishes laid there. The Home Ec students really did a well-done job this time.
“Try some skewers, they’re really good,” Noctis said, already stuffing some food into his mouth. Some of the students had noticed Prompto and Noctis as well and greeted them, attempting to chat more, but he was just not in the mood. Not when his mind kept thinking about Noctis; and that after this night was over, he would no longer be Noctis’s boyfriend. Their charade would end.
And deep down inside, maybe Prompto didn’t want it to end.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the commotion nearby. Some of the students had stopped dancing and was looking out of the gate with concerned look, so Prompto put down his plate and tried to see what was going on, but Noctis pulled his arm away.
“Noct, what the fuck?!” he hissed, but then he understood what happened when he heard the familiar sound of camera clicking and people shouting. Reporters.
“There they are! The Prince and his boyfriend!”
“Shit,” Noctis cursed. “They found us. Run, Prompto!”
“Wha—whoah?!!” Prompto yelped in surprise when Noctis grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the school building. “Noct, where are we going?!”
“Somewhere they’re not going to find us!” Noctis yelled back as he kept running, into the school and passed the shoe locker hall, turning right towards the flight of stairs that led towards the sophomore’s classrooms. Behind them, Prompto could hear footsteps growing closer and closer.
“They’re following us?!” Prompto asked in horror. “Into the school grounds?!”
“During the Festival anyone could go to anywhere in public places, Prom. We just have to lose them—shit!” Noctis skidded into a stop when he realised that there were also people at the other end, causing Prompto to crash to his back. “Shit, shit, shit—fuck this,” he growled, and then turned towards the central stairs and headed upstairs.
“Are we going to hide in one of the classrooms?” the blonde whispered.
“No,” Noctis answered. He pulled Prompto again back to the stairs and towards the topmost floor—the rooftop. “The roof is a far safer place to hide.”
As they reached outside, Prompto collapsed from exhaustion while Noctis locked the door behind them. “Fuck, that was somewhat terrifying,” he moaned, standing up and dusted his suits. The air was colder up here, since it was nearing the beginning of winter.
“A risk, I guess,” Noctis was now catching his breath as well. “We should wait here until everything has died down, though. Or maybe we should contact Ignis—shit,” he cursed when he patted on his pockets. “Dammit, I forgot that I left my phone in the Citadel. How about yours, Prompto?”
“I left mine in the Citadel too...” Prompto shook his head.
“Damn. Guess that we just have to wait for it to die down,” Noctis grumbled, running a hand on his once perfectly styled hair, now all mussed up from the sweats and running. They fell silent for a while, still trying to calm down as they stared downstairs towards the courtyard through the chain link fence.
“Come to think of it,” Prompto grinned, breaking the silence. “This is so thrilling, you know. All this... running and hiding,” he walked away from the chain link fence. “It’s like I’m eloping from you!”
Noctis didn’t answer, but he caught himself. “Ah—I... I don’t mean anything weird from it, I swear!” Prompto sputtered. “We’re... We’re going to end this fake relationship soon anyway, so it’s not like it’s possible, right? Noct—“