“And I did say I insist,” Noctis said, bringing in a spoon and a bag of crisps for himself. He pulled his mask down and sat on the sofa, right beside the bundled-up Prompto, holding the bowl up. “I’ll feed you.”
Noctis didn’t think that Prompto’s face could go redder since he was sick now, but he did. “W-What—“ he rasped, backing away. “I... I don’t need to be—“ he coughed. “—fed!”
“So will you eat by yourself?” Noctis asked. Prompto didn’t answer. “See?”
“I’ll... I’ll just eat when I’m hungry...”
“You haven’t eaten anything since last night. You just don’t have the appetite because you’re sick,” Noctis scooped a bit of the soup with the spoon, gave it a few blows before shoving it in front of Prompto’s lips. “Come on. For me, Prom?”
“Nnnn...” Prompto whimpered, but he finally parted his lips, and Noctis watched in satisfaction as his boyfriend slurped in the soup. “...tastes so bad.”
“Nothing tastes good when you’re sick,” Noctis had the second scoop prepared already. “Just endure it for now. Tomorrow Gladio and I will get you to a doctor, okay?”
Prompto didn’t answer, but he didn’t reject the spoon pressed to his lips and opened his mouth obediently. Noctis kept feeding him the soup until they’re all gone, and put the bowl away before pressing the medicine to Prompto’s hand. “Take one.”
His blond boyfriend made a disgusted face. “Ew.”
Noctis glared at him. “Take one, Prom, or I’ll make you.”
“How?” Even with rasped voice, Prompto still sounded smug. “You’re gonna feed me again, Noct?”
Noctis frowned. Even sick, Prompto was really stubborn sometimes. He crouched down suddenly, until he was hovering over Prompto, bringing his face close to the blond and catching him unprepared.
“N-Noct?!”
“If you take your medicine,” Noctis whispered, “I promise I’ll give you a treat when you recover.”
“T-Treat?” Prompto squeaked. “Like what?”
Noctis pressed their face even closer now, so close that the peak of their nose were touching. “You’ll find out when you recover, so take your medicine like a good kid and get well soon, okay?” He grinned and messed Prompto’s hair, earning a disgruntled sound from his boyfriend.
“I’m not a child!” Prompto replied.
“Then stop acting like one and just eat your damn medicine,” Noctis laughed, before he stood up to put the bowl away in the kitchen sink. He returned back with a glass of water and gave it to Prompto, who accepted it reluctantly as he popped in the pill into his mouth and washed it down with a couple of gulps of water.
“Yuck,” he let out his tongue afterwards.
“There. Not so bad, right?” Noctis sat beside him again as he grabbed the crisps on the table and opened it. He pulled Prompto to his side so they were pressed against each other, blanket on their lap.
“...if you want to share the blanket, all you have to do is ask nicely,” Prompto grumbled, but he leaned towards Noctis, his head slightly resting on Noctis’s shoulder. The dark-haired teen just raised an eyebrow and started munching the snack, watching the TV. They were now showing a local drama, with exaggerated tragic triangle love conflicts plot involving a pretty actress playing as the female lead. He snorted; it sounded like something Gladio would like to watch.
“Reminds me again why I don’t watch TV nowadays,” Noctis laughed when they arrived at the scene where the female lead was reunited with her long lost lover. “That is so bad.”
“It’s a good entertainment, no matter how shitty it is,” Prompto chuckled. “Reminds me... Are you... going to stay here tonight, Noct?”
Noctis nodded. “Why?”
“...’cause... We can’t sleep together that I’m sick...” Prompto murmured to Noctis’s shoulder. “...you’ll have to take the couch.”
“Come on, Prom, that’s not a problem, really,” the prince stroked his hair gently and moved closer to kiss Prompto’s temple. “What’s important is that you get well soon. Okay?”
“...’kay,” the blond nodded.
They continued to watch the TV, with Noctis sometimes commenting about the show, until he felt that Prompto was no longer moving around. He glanced towards his boyfriend only to find out that Prompto had, on some point, dozed off on his shoulder, his breathing even and expression relaxed.
Noctis entangled himself carefully from the blanket and slowly, not wanting to jostle Prompto awake, hoisted him up his arms. Prompto shifted a bit, murmuring something and snuggled closer to Noctis’s chest, seeking for warmth, but he didn’t wake up. The prince brought him back to his room and carefully laid him on the bed, covering him with his blanket.
He peeled off the used cold pack from Prompto’s forehead and took his temperature again. 37.8 degrees—he was still a little bit feverish, but it wasn’t as high as before, so perhaps the medicine had started to kick in.
Noctis leaned down and brushed the bangs off Prompto’s sweaty forehead and gave him a kiss. “Sleep well, Prom,” he whispered, before sticking a new cold pack to his boyfriend’s forehead and left the room, closing the door gently.
FILL (1c/1): Prompto/Noctis, sickfic
Noctis didn’t think that Prompto’s face could go redder since he was sick now, but he did. “W-What—“ he rasped, backing away. “I... I don’t need to be—“ he coughed. “—fed!”
“So will you eat by yourself?” Noctis asked. Prompto didn’t answer. “See?”
“I’ll... I’ll just eat when I’m hungry...”
“You haven’t eaten anything since last night. You just don’t have the appetite because you’re sick,” Noctis scooped a bit of the soup with the spoon, gave it a few blows before shoving it in front of Prompto’s lips. “Come on. For me, Prom?”
“Nnnn...” Prompto whimpered, but he finally parted his lips, and Noctis watched in satisfaction as his boyfriend slurped in the soup. “...tastes so bad.”
“Nothing tastes good when you’re sick,” Noctis had the second scoop prepared already. “Just endure it for now. Tomorrow Gladio and I will get you to a doctor, okay?”
Prompto didn’t answer, but he didn’t reject the spoon pressed to his lips and opened his mouth obediently. Noctis kept feeding him the soup until they’re all gone, and put the bowl away before pressing the medicine to Prompto’s hand. “Take one.”
His blond boyfriend made a disgusted face. “Ew.”
Noctis glared at him. “Take one, Prom, or I’ll make you.”
“How?” Even with rasped voice, Prompto still sounded smug. “You’re gonna feed me again, Noct?”
Noctis frowned. Even sick, Prompto was really stubborn sometimes. He crouched down suddenly, until he was hovering over Prompto, bringing his face close to the blond and catching him unprepared.
“N-Noct?!”
“If you take your medicine,” Noctis whispered, “I promise I’ll give you a treat when you recover.”
“T-Treat?” Prompto squeaked. “Like what?”
Noctis pressed their face even closer now, so close that the peak of their nose were touching. “You’ll find out when you recover, so take your medicine like a good kid and get well soon, okay?” He grinned and messed Prompto’s hair, earning a disgruntled sound from his boyfriend.
“I’m not a child!” Prompto replied.
“Then stop acting like one and just eat your damn medicine,” Noctis laughed, before he stood up to put the bowl away in the kitchen sink. He returned back with a glass of water and gave it to Prompto, who accepted it reluctantly as he popped in the pill into his mouth and washed it down with a couple of gulps of water.
“Yuck,” he let out his tongue afterwards.
“There. Not so bad, right?” Noctis sat beside him again as he grabbed the crisps on the table and opened it. He pulled Prompto to his side so they were pressed against each other, blanket on their lap.
“...if you want to share the blanket, all you have to do is ask nicely,” Prompto grumbled, but he leaned towards Noctis, his head slightly resting on Noctis’s shoulder. The dark-haired teen just raised an eyebrow and started munching the snack, watching the TV. They were now showing a local drama, with exaggerated tragic triangle love conflicts plot involving a pretty actress playing as the female lead. He snorted; it sounded like something Gladio would like to watch.
“Reminds me again why I don’t watch TV nowadays,” Noctis laughed when they arrived at the scene where the female lead was reunited with her long lost lover. “That is so bad.”
“It’s a good entertainment, no matter how shitty it is,” Prompto chuckled. “Reminds me... Are you... going to stay here tonight, Noct?”
Noctis nodded. “Why?”
“...’cause... We can’t sleep together that I’m sick...” Prompto murmured to Noctis’s shoulder. “...you’ll have to take the couch.”
“Come on, Prom, that’s not a problem, really,” the prince stroked his hair gently and moved closer to kiss Prompto’s temple. “What’s important is that you get well soon. Okay?”
“...’kay,” the blond nodded.
They continued to watch the TV, with Noctis sometimes commenting about the show, until he felt that Prompto was no longer moving around. He glanced towards his boyfriend only to find out that Prompto had, on some point, dozed off on his shoulder, his breathing even and expression relaxed.
Noctis entangled himself carefully from the blanket and slowly, not wanting to jostle Prompto awake, hoisted him up his arms. Prompto shifted a bit, murmuring something and snuggled closer to Noctis’s chest, seeking for warmth, but he didn’t wake up. The prince brought him back to his room and carefully laid him on the bed, covering him with his blanket.
He peeled off the used cold pack from Prompto’s forehead and took his temperature again. 37.8 degrees—he was still a little bit feverish, but it wasn’t as high as before, so perhaps the medicine had started to kick in.
Noctis leaned down and brushed the bangs off Prompto’s sweaty forehead and gave him a kiss. “Sleep well, Prom,” he whispered, before sticking a new cold pack to his boyfriend’s forehead and left the room, closing the door gently.