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Prompt Post Round Five

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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.

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—“

He turned back to face Noctis, but all of sudden he felt himself being pushed. Prompto stumbled backwards, but he wasn’t falling; instead, his back hit the wall behind him and suddenly Noctis was looming in front of him, both hands slammed on the wall, each one on either side of his head, and his body was pressed so close against him Prompto could feel his heart beating fast.

“Prom,” Noctis growled, and Prompto felt his heart leapt.

So this was what it felt to be kabedon-ed.

And Noctis was the one who did it to him.

“Y-Yes?” he managed to squeak out. Noctis’s expression was absolutely screaming murder right now. He looked... pissed. “N-Noct...?”

“Prompto,” Noctis growled out his name again. “Are you an idiot or what?”

Before he could answer back, Noctis had had his lips against Prompto’s, kissing him hard. The blonde gasped and tried to struggle, but Noctis had both of his hands pinned to the wall—since when did he do that?!—and with their bodies pressing into each other Prompto’s options were limited.

And it’s not like he wanted Noctis to stop. Heck, please don’t stop, he silently wished.

When Noctis grinded his crotch against his, Prompto let out a soft moan, and the Prince slipped his tongue inside. Prompto felt his brain melting as he tilted his head back to allow Noctis to deepen the kiss, and he let out a small, disappointed whine when Noctis broke their lips together.

“What—“ Prompto gasped for breath. “—what was that for?”

“For being a stupid idiot,” Noctis grumbled. He had let go of Prompto’s wrists and now had cradled his head in both hands, forehead touching with each other’s. “Tell me, Prompto; did you really want it? For our relationship to end?”

Prompto could feel all the emotions he had somewhat buried inside surfacing again. “How—“ he choked back a sob. “It’s—it’s what we’ve agreed on, Noct. I can’t—“ he inhaled, trying to stop himself from crying, don’t cry, you idiot, but of course his body betrayed himself. “—I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I’m not supposed to—to fall in love with you—“

“And that’s where you’re wrong,” the prince hissed. “I—do you ever stop and think why would I agree at this... fake-dating in the first place?”

“Because... you’d like to get rid of the annoying people that kept pushing their daughters to you?” Prompto asked back, confused. That was what it’s supposed to be the reason, right?

“Well—“ Noctis looked embarrassed, scratching his head. “Yeah, uh, that’s part of the reason, but...” he blushed. “...m-maybe the other part is because I am secretly in love with you as well?”

Prompto gaped. He opened his mouth a few times, then closed it again. In the end, he settled with just a shocked stare, speechless.

“Say something,” Noctis rubbed his nose awkwardly. “Oh gosh, I can’t believe it. I’m confessing to you. Fuck, Luna is going to laugh at me.”

“What am I supposed to say?!” Prompto shrieked, heart racing and thoughts swirling inside his head. It’s so much information to process in the same time, he felt dizzy. “You’re... You’re in love with me.”

“I am!” Noctis groaned. “Fuck, that sounds really embarrassing when it’s said out loud...”

“But—but, what about the Princess? I mean; Luna?” Prompto stuttered. “In Galdin, you...”

“I met with her, yes,” the prince pulled back slightly. “It’s... I was talking about you with her. She kept encouraging me to confess, but you—you don’t seem to be interested in me,” he scratched his head. “You—you got mad at me when I kissed you when... when he hung out in the ramen stall. And... a-and you rejected me once when I confessed. On Galdin.”

“I was mad at that because you—it’s—I thought you’re screwing with me!“ Prompto protested. “And Galdin! When on Eos did you confess to me?! I didn’t recall any of it!”

“I’m not screwing with you—I never was,” Noctis sighed. “And the confession—I-I even say I like you! On the pier! When we’re walking together and you’re snapping the pictures of the sunset and it’s just—Astrals,” his face was entirely red now. “—you don’t like me that way, do you? I’m sorry if I’m just—pushing all of this to you.”

Prompto froze. Yes, he definitely remembered that evening in Galdin, when Noctis had just blurted out ‘I like you’ all of sudden. And he had responded with a really stupid answer. Six, now he felt like digging a hole, sticking his head in and never surfacing again.

But Noctis was still rambling. “I shouldn’t have proposed this... whole fake-dating thing to you, even if the purpose was to drive the unwanted invitations away. And—and I understand if you don’t want me. As a, uh, boyfriend. I mean, I’m the prince, and seeing all these attentions we got must have creeped you out, huh?” he let out a soft, forced chuckle. “Also the fact that my personality is not, uh, the greatest. There’s still so much people out there better than me, and you can probably pick anyone whom you like and likes you back. Someone who can love you wholeheartedly and not me—“

“Uh... Noct?”

“—and yes, Ignis always complained that I never eat my vegetables and probably you would like someone who eats their vegetables, but I swear vegetables is the nastiest thing I’ve ever tasted and even though I like you so much I don’t want to eat them, yucks—“

“...Noct—“

“—and you probably hate me because I always defeat you in fighting games but I swear, I’m not cheating, I just keep practicing so I can defeat you and I can see your cute pout when you’re mad at me—“

“FOR SIX’S SAKE, NOCTIS LUCIS CAELUM,” Prompto interrupted him, before Noctis found weirder things to ramble on. “Stop right there and listen to me for a second, okay?!” he squished Noctis’s cheeks with both of his hands and pulled their faces so close Prompto could feel Noctis’s breath on his own face.

He took a deep breath. “I like you too, idiot,” he murmured, the corners of his lips tugging up to form a soft, fond smile. “I... I like you too in that way. Not-friend way,” he blushed, ducking his head down. “Been for a while too...”

Noctis’s dark blue eyes grew comically wide. This time it was him who gaped and proceeded to let out several incorrigible, broken noise before he settled with a look of disbelief.

“You—“ the dark-haired teen inhaled sharply. “You like me? Like, like me?”

Prompto laughed. “...did I not say it clear enough?” He grinned, and placed a quick kiss on Noctis’s lips, earning an embarrassed sputter from the prince. “I like you too, Noct.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“...me?! You like—like me?”

“For fuck’s sake, yes, I like you, Noct.”

Noctis’s expression instantly turned into delight like a lit tree. “Oh Six,” he gasped, breaking into a huge grin. “You like me too! Fuck. I’m—you don’t know how happy I am right now—“

“I know,” Prompto lifted his head, and when Noctis leaned forward, Prompto was ready this time, tilting his head to meet Noctis’s lips midway, and they were kissing again, this time slow and soft, as Noctis held him close, not wanting to let go.

When they finally break the kiss away, there was a thin line of saliva connecting their lips together before breaking, and he was grinning so wide his jaw hurt, but he didn’t care.

“Astrals,” Noctis had drawn back, and Prompto could see his cheeks reddening and his lips red and swollen, but he was smiling wide and practically radiating with happiness. Prompto was probably in the same state as well. “I can’t believe it. I’ve waited too long to confess.”

“You certainly are,” Prompto laughed. “And it seems that I have created terrible misunderstanding from my side as well...”

Noctis had grabbed both of Prompto’s hands and squeezed them, butting his forehead lightly with Prompto’s and stared at him with a fond smile. “Prompto Argentum, you’re an idiot.”

“Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum, you’re an idiot too.”

“I have to admit, we’re both the idiots here.”

“Yeah,” Prompto squeezed Noctis’s hands back.

As if on cue, the sound of fireworks exploding started, and Prompto just remembered that the students were planning to lit some fireworks; and this was such a great way to end the night. He glanced at Noctis, who had pulled him to lean towards him, watching the fireworks shoot to the sky and explode with a flurry of colourful sparks.

They stayed like that for a while, before Noctis spoke again. “...Prom,” he cleared his throat. “I just remembered something.”

“Yes...?”

“...how are we going to break the new to my Father... and Ignis and Gladio that we’re now real boyfriends?”

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WAAAAAAAAAH IT'S FINISHED!!!!

thank you OP, for the wonderful prompt! i have fun--this might not be the thing you're looking for (and i can't fit all the bonus in my head, i'm so sorry)--but i hope you (and the rest of you) enjoy this as much as i do!! :D

happy ending yaaaay

aww cute!

op here

thank you so much for the wonderful fill! It has been super lovely and cute all the way! And I would love to see an epilogue where they have to confess to everyone that they're boyfriends for real now.

thank you again writer non!!

author anon here!

i'm glad you're enjoying this op! and yes, the epilogue's on the way as well, when i finish proofreading the fill and deanon this on AO3 ;D the proofread's going to take a while to finish, though. please look forward for it! :D

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Prompt Post Round Five

Fill 12a/12: Noctis/Prompto, fake dating

Fill 12b/12: Noctis/Prompto, fake dating

Fill 12c/12: Noctis/Prompto, fake dating

Fill 12d/12: Noctis/Prompto, fake dating

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