Prompt Post Round Six
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Noctis/Any, shame and guilt over their relationship
Date: 2017-11-17 01:17 pm (UTC)Fill: Promptis - Guilty Relationship
Date: 2017-11-19 02:11 am (UTC)---
It’s another sleepless night for Noctis. That in itself is unusual. He’s never had trouble sleeping, not before, but lately? Everything’s been so fucking complicated.
His dad’s looking older and older every day now. High school is over, and Noct’s being pushed to take on more and more of the royal duty. Combat training had always been pushed on him, and those magic lessons with his dad, but now it’s less of that, more of the actual ruling side of things. More meetings, more seemingly useless facts to memorize, lessons about political intrigue, and underlying it all? Talk of marriage, and heirs.
Noct’s still shy of nineteen. He’s too young for any of this, but his fate’s been long decided for him, and he has absolutely no say.
He should be doing a number of things. He should be acting very much the part of future king. Outwardly? Noct’s doing his damn best. He’d rather be a normal kid his age, with a job and studies, and instead he’s got stacks of books Ignis dropped off, royal briefings and a schedule that’s packed cram full of meetings.
And, instead of sleeping, Noct’s lying in bed, propped up on his side, facing the window, idly swiping through his phone. He’d been texting with Luna again, and he’s pretty sure they’re going to be pushed together, that it’ll be an arranged marriage. The guilt is gnawing in his belly, and Noctis can’t bear to think about it. He should tell her, but what to say? He can’t tell anyone.
Behind him, the bed shifts. There’s the sound of hitched breath, of a body stirring, and then a warm arm curls around his waist.
Noct’s stomach does another flip, and he hates himself a little more.
“Why’re you awake?” Prompto’s voice asks, quiet and thoughtful, “Noct, s’ not like you at all.”
“That obvious?” Noctis replies, shaking his head, and he tries to laugh, but he’s not sure it comes out properly. Of course it’s obvious. Prompto’s his best friend. Before anything else – and it is something else, it’s everything else – they’ve been best friends for years. There’s been countless sleepovers, both planned and impromptu ones from late night gaming sessions, and one thing is certain: Noct’s usually the first one asleep, and the last one to wake. That he’s awake, staring through the window at the stars and the moon? It betrays him.
Besides, Noctis is terrible at lying to his best friend. He’s never been good at this political bullshitting thing. His dad tells him that regularly. It’s just another thing he needs to work on, at the bottom of a very long list.
“Totally obvious.”
Prompto sounds sleepy, and Noct’s stomach is lurching again. He hates to admit how good it feels, having a warm arm curled around him, having Prompto’s fingers splayed over his belly. If Noctis was a better prince, a better person, he’d be disentangling Prompto. Noctis would be sitting up in bed, he’d be taking deep breaths and hardening his tone and he’d be telling Prompto, this has to end.
It does have to, eventually, doesn’t it? Eventually his dad will tell him who he’s marrying. Eventually, he’ll have to create an heir, and he’s fucking his male best friend. None of this is practical, and none of it carries any reality beyond, what? A few years, if he’s lucky?
“Prom,” Noctis says, instead of voicing any of that. “… you should probably be sleeping in the guest room, y’know.”
Noctis doesn’t need to say any of the harder words, because that simple sentence? It says everything. Behind him, his best friend draws in a sharp breath, and Noct feels the way he tenses, just for a moment, before his fingers relax again, stroking patterns over Noct’s tense belly, tracing over the defined curves of his abdomen.
“You kickin’ me outta bed, Noct?” Prompto asks, and there’s a tease to his voice, ones that’s pointedly there to mask the hurt, or so it goddamn well feels. Noctis groans. His stomach does another awful flop, because all he can think is about Ignis coming in, finding them like this. He’d get in so much trouble. Prompto would get in so much trouble. They’d never be allowed to see each other again.
Worse, it’s gotta be a capital crime, right? Treason or some shit? Fucking the crown prince of Lucis?
“Not kicking you outta bed,” Noctis replies, a little belatedly, though he turns, flopping heavily onto his stomach. He lets his phone fall from his fingers, and it wedges itself between the mattress and the bed frame. Later, that’ll annoy Noct. For now, he ignores it.
For now, Noctis ignores the world, pressing his face firmly into the pillow. He ignores everything. Tomorrow, he’s got a bunch of stuff to do. He’s going to kiss Prompto goodbye, probably get in some good, serious making out in the kitchen over breakfast – after Prompto drags him out of bed – and then they’ll go their separate ways. Noctis will pretend that his best friend isn’t sleeping in his bed, that their ‘movie and pizza night’ isn’t a date. He’ll pretend that Prompto still goes home to his parents’ place, even though he’s stopped doing that almost entirely.
Tomorrow, Noctis is going to forget that he’s one day closer to having to marry a good, suitable partner. In ten years? He’ll be married, he’ll be king, he’ll be a father, raising children.
The thought makes Noctis sick.
“I worry about you,” Noct finds himself saying, his voice muffled by the pillow. Prompto’s edged closer, and his body’s warm, as he curls up around Noctis, his fingers tracing down his spine. The touch is delicate, light, and it makes Noctis shudder, as Prompto traces over a thick line of scar tissue. Noct’s stopped being self-conscious about that.
He hates himself, though, because it feels so good, so right, to have Prompto’s hands on him like this.
“Noct, buddy,” Prompto says, quietly, and he leans in, his lips brushing over Noct’s shoulder. He’s talking there, lips brushing over heated skin in a soft, affectionate kiss. “… you think I don’t know? I know where this is going, Noctis, and I wanna be here anyway.”
“You say that ‘til someone catches us,” Noctis grumbles. He doesn’t wanna think that’s a possibility. He can’t, but it is, and it’s so fucking real, it scares him.
“We’ll deal with it then,” Prompto says, lightly. “… Noct, I love you, okay? We’re best friends. We were before. And after, well… we’ll still be best friends.”
After.
Noctis hates that word.
“Guess so,” Noctis agrees. But he still can’t shake that wrenching feeling in his gut, or the way his heart’s twisting and burning in his chest. He doesn’t want to be the king. He’s always had such reluctance, but this?
This is too much to bear, and he hates that he’s taking Prompto down with him. Because no matter what Prompto says? Someday, this is going to be over, and someday, it’s really going to hurt. It’s going to break both of them. And that ending? The one where Noctis has to marry a woman who can give him a proper heir? The one where it’s Noct’s choice (but not really his choice) to end the relationship, to put them both into a hell of a lot of heartbreak?
That’s the good ending. The other one involves getting caught, and Noct’s not going to think about that.
“Come here,” Prompto murmurs, and there are lips at Noct’s shoulder again, harder now, hotter, and an arm tugging him back up onto his side again. Prompto’s body is warm, pressed fully against his back, and his hand’s drifting south, and Noct? He forgets, and he lets himself get lost in the moment. Moments like these are all that they have, and soon, they’ll be nothing but a memory.
The guilt though, it lingers, and Noct doesn’t think he’ll ever fully shake it.
Re: Fill: Promptis - Guilty Relationship
Date: 2017-11-19 07:01 pm (UTC)I feel like I know who you are, author!anon, and if I'm right, I'm not surprised this is so good, but. damn, this is so good XD My heart hurts for them both, and it's even worse, knowing how the game ends. I love Noct's guilt in this, and it definitely strikes me as the kind of thing he'd obsess over, getting into a relationship with anyone. Lovely job with this <3
Re: Fill: Promptis - Guilty Relationship
Date: 2017-11-20 06:22 pm (UTC)thank you! <3