Prompt Post Round Five

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Fill: Gen or Noctis/Prompto, Prompto's parent(s?) meet Noctis

[(Anonymous)]

Well I tried my hand at this. Hope it turned out like you wanted, OP...

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Tessa Argentum worked for a slave driver.

At least that's what it felt like to her. Sure she was voluntarily there, sure she could terminate her employment anytime, but she had a house to maintain and a child to keep fed. Though she rarely ever saw said child considering her ridiculous hours. Up at 4:30 in the morning to drive to an office that told her she could leave at 15 but expected her to stay until the city was lit up and the moon was out. By the time she got home every night, her son was in bed and her husband, if home at all from his business trips, was either likewise or out drinking with his buddies. Tessa would toss her suit aside, stand in the shower contemplating her life choices, and then pass out in bed. Only to wake up at 4:30 the next morning.

She had expected the same pattern today, only to find, to her surprise, that she and a few of her coworkers were being let off at a decent time. 17:00. It was still two hours past what time she should have been leaving, but it was the earliest she had ever gotten out of that building and by the Six was she thankful for it. As she drove home, she had her entire evening planned out: order takeout for herself and Prompto and then go to her room and pass out. Now that sounded like a lovely evening.

Once Tessa reached her house, she all but oozed out of her car, only bothering to go into the backseat for her purse and case. She dug for her keys, frowning as she attempted to untangle them from the rest of the mess in her purse. What a sight she must've been, hunched over her purse, standing beside her car as the front and back doors were left open, looking completely frazzled. Tessa was sure whatever order her hair had been in at the beginning of the day was gone now, dark brown strands sticking up in disarray as the rest frizzed slightly from humidity. Her clothes were probably askew from her mad rush out of the office building and she'd bet her makeup was smudged. She couldn't find it in herself to care, however. Once she pulled her keys out, all that was on her mind was hot food and a soft mattress.

When she unlocked the door, she found that the house was as neat as she'd left it this morning. A good sign. The kitchen was tidy, there were no food stains or spilled drinks and best of all, no strange experiments cooking on the stove. The living room was equally as tidy. Nothing strewn about on the floor, the couch wasn't a mess... The television was on, but it looked as if Prompto was playing a game on it. The one her husband had bought him for his birthday a few months ago. And it seemed he'd found a friend to play it with, Tessa noted as her gaze drifted to a head of black hair.

Tessa didn't mind that. So long as the two boys didn't make a mess, she could care less if Prompto had friends over. He was too lonely in that house anyway, stuck with busy parents who'd never planned on having children in the first place and thus gave him no siblings before or after he'd been brought to their doorstep. As far as Tessa was concerned, so long as her house continued to stay in pristine condition, Prompto could have over as many friends as he wanted.

With that in mind, she planned to sneak past them and into her bedroom where she could maybe get a nap in before ordering something for dinner, preferably without being disturbed. That plan was ruined somewhat when Prompto suddenly turned his head at whatever noise she must've made. Pausing his game, he lifted a hand in greeting to her.

"Hey, Mom. Welcome home," he said. Tessa internally cringed at the title a bit. She wasn't around him enough to get used to it and certainly meant it when she hadn't wanted children. But she wasn't cruel enough to tell him to stop. He never asked for his situation, and deserved to have someone to call "mom" just as much as any other kid. Unfortunately for Tessa, that meant she actually had to play the part of mom. She wasn't very good at the mom thing. She tried, she supposed.

"I'm home, Prompto," she smiled, walking over to the couch and reaching out a hand to squeeze her son's shoulder in what she hoped was a "mom gesture". He seemed not to pay it any mind, which she was thankful for. No need to have him bring attention to her barely passable parenting skills, especially in front of friends. And speaking of, she nodded over to the head of black hair, the boy's face turned away as he reached for their open bag of chips. "Who's your friend?"

Prompto brightened, an expression Tessa hadn't seen on his face in ages. Well that was good. This friend of his was good for him then.

"This is Noct," he introduced. Said friend turned then and waved at Tessa. She smiled at him, nodded, and nearly excused herself...before doing a double take.

She knew that face. She saw it on tv a few months ago, back in August to be exact. Everything from the mop of fine black hair to the almond shaped blue eyes to the natural poise only those of high society possessed, she'd seen on that television. Standing beside the King. During a grand birthday celebration.

Good gods, Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum was sitting in her living room eating chips and playing videogames with her son.

Tessa gaped at the boy...the prince for a few moments before her good senses came to her.

"G-g-goodness! Your Highness! I hadn't known...hadn't expected...!" she stammered, flustered and entirely caught off guard. She backed away slightly from the couch before automatically bending at the waist, not noticing when the prince stood from his spot.

"No, no! There's no need for all that," he said in a rather awkward tone. She dared look up to find him red faced, holding up one hand as the other buried itself in the hair at the back of his head.

"You don't have to bow or anything. I'm just here hanging out," he continued. Tessa's wide eyes drifted to Prompto as she straightened up. He stared at her, equally as owlish and clearly embarrassed judging by the cherry red color of his cheeks.

"I, uh...sorry I forgot to tell you, mom. But, uh...yeah. I'm friends with Noct," he said, standing as well, though he seemed to not know what to do with himself, his hands half held up as if he was trying to calm the situation and didn't know how. He probably didn't. Tessa sure didn't.

How did one react to the Prince of Lucis in their home? Who had clearly already made himself at home, at that. Was she supposed to offer him something? Cook for him? Tessa didn't even know how to cook. Oh gods, she'd be arrested for giving the prince food poisoning. And she couldn't kick him out, that would be a major insult to the royal family, so she had to make him comfortable in her house in some way until he was ready to leave. Tessa was not ready for this! Tessa had not the formal training that came with addressing royalty nor the accomodations befitting one. All Tessa expected when coming home was a clean house and a skinny blond boy on her couch hopefully doing his homework.

"Really," His Higness started again after an uncomfortable pause. "Just pretend I'm not here or something. You really don't have to go out of your way for me."

How exactly did one pretend the future king wasn't sitting in their living room?!

"I...certainly," Tessa responded, decidely uncertain about everything. "If your highness needs anything...?"

The prince shook his head at the tentative offer.

"I'm good. Nice to meet you, by the way," he added that last part quickly, holding his hand out for her to shake. She screamed internally for a moment, outwardly staring silently at that hand. Was she even allowed to touch him? Her eyes flickered to Prompto again. He only watched her, wide eyed and waiting. Finally she reached out and grasped the prince's hand, shaking it slowly.

"An honor to meet you as well, Your Highness." Astrals, she hoped that didn't sound as awkward as it felt.

Again, she looked at Prompto, wondering just what on Eos he had gotten himself into. Friends with the prince? Of all people? How'd they even get in contact? Through school, possibly? Probably. But were commoners allowed to speak with the prince in the first place? Oh gods, did the king know?!

She wondered how she could ask that without sounding like an idiot. 'Hey Your Highness, since you met my son's mother has he met your father yet?' Yeah she'd probably get thrown in some dungeon. Did the Citadel even have dungeons...?

"Um...Prompto?" she tried. "Does His Majesty know...?" That the prince hangs out in my house so that we don't get arrested for kidnapping, she wanted to add. She didn't.

"Oh yeah, he knows everything. Dad's met Prompto," the prince answered. Red alarms set off in Tessa's head. Everything?

"What? He knows everything?!" Tessa exclaimed.

Prompto frantically shook his head from his spot slightly behind the prince. 'Not that' he mouthed. Tessa quickly amended herself, just barely escaping a near heart attack.

"Is His Majesty alright with Your Highness having..." she trailed off, not quite wanting to call her family low born, after all the thought was slightly insulting, but knowing full well that their station was far beneath his. The prince got the idea quickly though.

"Oh yeah, he's perfectly fine with that. Really, you don't have to worry about me or my dad. I'm not here to be royalty, I really am just hanging out with Prompto," the prince said. He seemed determined to get Tessa to relax. That wasn't happening. She was going to slink into her room and try not to stress too loudly.

"Well...let me know if you need anything, Your Higness." Like the crownsguard picking you up before Tessa breathed wrong and got tossed in jail or something. "Prompto, I'll be in my room..."

Both boys nodded, and Tessa turned to do exactly that. Go to her room. And maybe not come out for the rest of the night. Whoever said meeting royalty was a privilege had never walked into their house to find the prince sitting on their couch. She didn't even know how to entertain her own company, so she definitely had no clue what to do with fifteen year old royalty. Thankfully, Prompto had that covered. Hopefully, Prompto had it covered properly without insulting the royal family in some way. She may have already done so by hiding in her room.

Gods, she needed a drink.

Re: Fill: Gen or Noctis/Prompto, Prompto's parent(s?) meet Noctis

[(Anonymous)]

Hahahaha! You've captured the "I'm suddenly face-to-face with someone famous/important" moment perfectly.

Re: Fill: Gen or Noctis/Prompto, Prompto's parent(s?) meet Noctis

[(Anonymous)]

Just stumbled upon this, and it's awesome!