Noctis sighed as his mother once more asked for him to change into a different dress. This was the fifth dress that he had to change out of since he got home from school. He walked up the stairs to his bedroom to pick out another dress from the multitude of dresses that he accumulated within his closet. Not only dresses but assortments of lace, stockings, frills, and other accessories that complement each dress style. He’s worn dresses and skirts for most of his life, as he was an Omega and that was the fashion style for female and male Omegas. Thankfully, the variety of clothing styles differs from cute to dark, so Noctis had his choices in that regard. Though there was one more style that Omegas can wear, but just like how he rejected those Astral awful shorts as a school uniform, he refuses to wear them in public. Though it makes him wonder, why would it be okay to wear such short pants if it’s not okay for an Omega to wear a shorter skirt length? The proper skirt length for an Omega was knee length or lower, any higher and an Omega was considered to be “loose.” And forget about Omegas wearing Alpha or Beta clothing, the few who tried or still do, have been met with disproval and great criticism. Noctis was not one to look for attention, so he never played the thought of wearing anything else but what he was used to. And besides, even if sometimes the clothes he wore were a pain to wear, he always looked good.
After moving dresses left and right in his closet, he decided to give in. So far he’s only picked out dresses that he preferred, but it seems that those weren’t enough for the family reunion that was going to happen tomorrow. And besides, this back and forth was nothing new.
“Mom! Can you just come up and pick something?” he called down to her. He was irritated and tired. His Beta mother was a sort of perfectionist and rarely anything he chose would satisfy her tastes. It’s just easier to have her pick for him then to run around in circles trying to please her.
“All right, I’ll help you,” she called up from downstairs.
His eye twitches as he hears her reply. “Sure…help,” Noctis thought to himself.
She finally made it up the stairs and into his bedroom. Noctis lies back on his full sized bed and closes his eyes as his mother chattered in the background. He picked up his cellphone and saw that Prompto texted him. It was for the time that Noct could meet up with him at Iris’ house to see Gladiolous. At the thought of seeing the older Alpha, Noctis felt excited. Iris’ brother was always the watcher and protector of his sister and her Omega friends. When he went through puberty and presented as an Alpha he took up the responsibility of monitoring them when they were little. He even was good friends with…Ardyn. Though sometimes Gladio got easily frustrated with the tricks and mind games that Noct’s older brother would play on him, they still remained good friends. When Ardyn left, Noctis latched onto the tattooed muscled teen like a starving orphan looking for affection. Sadly, the hole left behind could not be replaced. A frown marred his face as memories unwillingly filtered to the forefront of his mind. A teen with chin-length messy maroon hair that curled at the end in various directions, honey gold eyes that always softened when they were focused on him and an eternal smile that always held a bit of mischievousness that told of a trickster personality his brother had. Pain bloomed in his chest at recalling his elder brother. It had been years since he’s seen him and he’s always wondered why he never heard from him again. Noctis missed Ardyn immensely. The maroon haired boy always had a new game to play or some wildly spun story to tell Noctis. Sometimes, he would even let his baby brother join in the pranks he would play on people. They would get into trouble, but Ardyn always took the brunt of the punishment from dad. At the time of the Severing, Ardyn had to go with dad. He can remember how his brother was tense and angry, eyes burning. Noctis was held in his arms and he knew his brother didn’t want to leave. Endless sobs left Noctis’ small body in heaves that shook them both. Ardyn was silent, but comforting as he rocked him back and forth.
“Noctis! Hello? Are you asleep?”
Jerked out of his best and darkest memories, he looked at his mother. She was holding up a knee length, long sleeved black dress that had a blue picturesque printing on the skirt. She told him in a tone that left no room to refuse, “Try this on.”
He got up off his bed and made his way over to her. After taking off the previous dress and replacing it with the one his mother picked out, he stood in front of her and waited for her verdict. She looked expectedly at him and it took him a moment to remember that he had to pose. Sighing, he went to the dresser that held more of his cloths. Placing his right hand on his hip, he laid the left hand on the dresser. Turning towards his mother, he shifted his hip to jut out to raise the right side higher than the left. He kept his legs straight and together, and slanted his head slightly in the right. His mother inspected him as he kept this pose. Noctis hated posing. It was something his mother always had him do when he was trying out clothing in the stores when she was present. She had to check every dress he tried.
“Move over there and spin.”
Knowing what she wanted, he moved to an open space in his room and slowly twirled on the spot while holding his arms a bit up so that the bell sleeves can be shown as well. One spin, then two, and three, she made her decision, “This one will do.”
Noctis let his arms flop back down. Great! The whole “pick a dress” fiasco was over and now he can just slip on one of his nightgowns and go to bed. But it seems his mother had different plans. Apparently, they weren’t completely done. The evening went on with Noctis’ mother seeing which shoes will match, what stockings he should wear, if he should wear something over the dress, and if his hair should be styled differently than how it normally is. Astrals please let her not put something in his hair. As she questioned all this without ever asking him once what he thought, he looked at himself in the full body mirror that rested in the corner opposite of his bedroom door.
The dress was mostly black, but had the printed scenery encircling the skirt. The print showed a nighttime sky that had a mixture of dark blue that blended with white. Below the sky was an iron gate that went around the skirt and before the gate was a field of blue roses and within the roses was butterflies that can be spotted, hidden within the flowers. The bottom of the skirt was trimmed with black lace. Above the skirt were a black bodice and two pieces of black lace fabric that fell gracefully down the sides of the skirt. To the top of the dress, the neckline was a perfect circle around the bottom of his thin, pale throat. The shoulders had small black lace frills to accent them, the sleeves were see-through that opened up into bell sleeves with lace trimmings. Below his neckline, two small decorative buttons trailed down and ended at the bust portion of the dress. Just above the bust on the left and right side were two black cloth roses sown into the fabric. The two were connected with a loose darkened bronze chain link.
The longer he looked at his reflection, the more he grew to like the dress. In the privacy of his mind, he can reluctantly agree with his mother’s choice. Now if he could only get her to leave so that he can finally get some much desired sleep. “Mom, I can do that in the morning. Isn’t it time for dinner yet?”
“Hm? Oh, yes, that right,” her son’s mentioning of dinner made her realize that she hasn’t even started it yet and it was already past six. She quickly left his room and Noctis felt like a weight was lifted. He quickly removed the dress and placed it back on the hanger and hung it on a hook outside his closet so that he won’t somehow lose it in the morning. Now, how does one lose a dress? Place it back into a closet filled with more dresses of the same color and try to retrieve it the next day, like trying to find a piece of hay in a haystack. Next, he went to his dresser and looked through the top middle drawer for a nightgown. Which nightgown did he want to wear tonight? Something comfortable, maybe he’ll slip on some matching pajama pants? But he likes his legs being bare because then he can feel the soft sheets on his hairless legs. Another thing about Omegas, whether male or female, they do not grow leg hair. He will never forget the look of outrage when Cindy and Luna were informed of this.
Once he decided on a cream colored nightgown with long sleeves and frill trimmings. Noctis wanted to just sleep with only his underwear, but that was not how he was taught growing up. Slipping on the gown, he went back to finishing his outfit for tomorrow. He went to another one of his drawers and picked out a nice pair of sheer black, lace topped thigh highs. No, he wasn’t trying to impress anyone at his family reunion. He just held more favor towards lace topped thigh highs because they looked better on his milky pale legs. And yes, no one will see them, but he will know what he’s wearing underneath and that’s all that matters. Next to them he places out a pair of solid black panties with lace trimming to match with the stockings. Then he goes back into his closet and picks out a knee length black petticoat to wear under his skirt and hangs it in front of the dress. He paused for a moment and went to another drawer that held a variety of stuff, from within he takes out a white box. Knowing his mom is in the kitchen downstairs, he opens the box. Inside was the pure white lace garter that had a cute white ribbon bow with a single pearl in its center that he secretly wore today at school. He may have said that he would burn it, but it was too nice of a gift to destroy and he may have at one point tried it on after his Birthday party was over. It was a strange thing, looking at himself in the mirror as he stared at the single piece of fabric wrapped snuggly around his right thigh. It felt quite intimate to be wearing something like this, but also kind of embarrassing. He knew what a garter was since he asked his mother when he saw one in a store they were browsing through. At that time he was going through puberty and was starting to present as an Omega. She gave the garter a look and told him, “That is something you wear for your mate. It is something intimate and only for your mate to see, touch and remove.”
Noctis felt kind of bad that Prompto and Iris saw him wearing the garter for the first time and not his mate. However, a part of him believes that they don’t count as they are Omegas like him and are his closest friends. So, pushing the small guilt out of his mind, he took the garter and hid it within the panties and stockings. As he replaces the box back into the drawer it belongs in, he turns his attention to what shoes he will wear. He doesn’t mind heels, but for tomorrow maybe short heels will be fine. Pumps may look nice with that dress, or maybe something slimmer then pumps. Eyes trail over the pairs of shoes he has and his gaze stops at two pairs, they were both black round toe shoes with single belt strap loops. They both looked similar, but one had higher heels then the other. Higher heels? Lower heels? Higher? Lower? He tries them both on one pair at a time and looks at them in the mirror’s reflection.
“High heels it is then,” he groans as he takes his choice and places them beneath the hanging dress. He double checks to make sure that he had a full outfit and wasn’t missing anything, then he remembers. Waist corset. He cannot forget that damn thing. His mother would not be happy if she ever found he left the house without one. Noctis turns back to his closet and picks out one that he knows is comfortable along with a black tub top to wear underneath the corset to help not leave indents of the fabric and bone wire on his skin. Laying the garments on top of the stockings, panties, and hidden garter, the raven makes his way to his bed.
Pulling back the covers, he crawls his way to the middle. Exhaustion took over his body and he sank into the mattress. He hadn’t eaten dinner yet, but he doesn’t care at the moment. Too tired to stay up, he closes his eyes. For a moment, he worries about tomorrow. Yet, worrying became too tiresome and his mind drifted until he was gone to the world.
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Fill: Ardyn/Noctis - A/B/O, 1/3
Date: 2017-03-06 06:42 pm (UTC)Noctis sighed as his mother once more asked for him to change into a different dress. This was the fifth dress that he had to change out of since he got home from school. He walked up the stairs to his bedroom to pick out another dress from the multitude of dresses that he accumulated within his closet. Not only dresses but assortments of lace, stockings, frills, and other accessories that complement each dress style. He’s worn dresses and skirts for most of his life, as he was an Omega and that was the fashion style for female and male Omegas. Thankfully, the variety of clothing styles differs from cute to dark, so Noctis had his choices in that regard. Though there was one more style that Omegas can wear, but just like how he rejected those Astral awful shorts as a school uniform, he refuses to wear them in public. Though it makes him wonder, why would it be okay to wear such short pants if it’s not okay for an Omega to wear a shorter skirt length? The proper skirt length for an Omega was knee length or lower, any higher and an Omega was considered to be “loose.” And forget about Omegas wearing Alpha or Beta clothing, the few who tried or still do, have been met with disproval and great criticism. Noctis was not one to look for attention, so he never played the thought of wearing anything else but what he was used to. And besides, even if sometimes the clothes he wore were a pain to wear, he always looked good.
After moving dresses left and right in his closet, he decided to give in. So far he’s only picked out dresses that he preferred, but it seems that those weren’t enough for the family reunion that was going to happen tomorrow. And besides, this back and forth was nothing new.
“Mom! Can you just come up and pick something?” he called down to her. He was irritated and tired. His Beta mother was a sort of perfectionist and rarely anything he chose would satisfy her tastes. It’s just easier to have her pick for him then to run around in circles trying to please her.
“All right, I’ll help you,” she called up from downstairs.
His eye twitches as he hears her reply. “Sure…help,” Noctis thought to himself.
She finally made it up the stairs and into his bedroom. Noctis lies back on his full sized bed and closes his eyes as his mother chattered in the background. He picked up his cellphone and saw that Prompto texted him. It was for the time that Noct could meet up with him at Iris’ house to see Gladiolous. At the thought of seeing the older Alpha, Noctis felt excited. Iris’ brother was always the watcher and protector of his sister and her Omega friends. When he went through puberty and presented as an Alpha he took up the responsibility of monitoring them when they were little. He even was good friends with…Ardyn. Though sometimes Gladio got easily frustrated with the tricks and mind games that Noct’s older brother would play on him, they still remained good friends. When Ardyn left, Noctis latched onto the tattooed muscled teen like a starving orphan looking for affection. Sadly, the hole left behind could not be replaced.
A frown marred his face as memories unwillingly filtered to the forefront of his mind. A teen with chin-length messy maroon hair that curled at the end in various directions, honey gold eyes that always softened when they were focused on him and an eternal smile that always held a bit of mischievousness that told of a trickster personality his brother had. Pain bloomed in his chest at recalling his elder brother. It had been years since he’s seen him and he’s always wondered why he never heard from him again. Noctis missed Ardyn immensely. The maroon haired boy always had a new game to play or some wildly spun story to tell Noctis. Sometimes, he would even let his baby brother join in the pranks he would play on people. They would get into trouble, but Ardyn always took the brunt of the punishment from dad. At the time of the Severing, Ardyn had to go with dad. He can remember how his brother was tense and angry, eyes burning. Noctis was held in his arms and he knew his brother didn’t want to leave. Endless sobs left Noctis’ small body in heaves that shook them both. Ardyn was silent, but comforting as he rocked him back and forth.
“Noctis! Hello? Are you asleep?”
Jerked out of his best and darkest memories, he looked at his mother. She was holding up a knee length, long sleeved black dress that had a blue picturesque printing on the skirt. She told him in a tone that left no room to refuse, “Try this on.”
He got up off his bed and made his way over to her. After taking off the previous dress and replacing it with the one his mother picked out, he stood in front of her and waited for her verdict. She looked expectedly at him and it took him a moment to remember that he had to pose. Sighing, he went to the dresser that held more of his cloths. Placing his right hand on his hip, he laid the left hand on the dresser. Turning towards his mother, he shifted his hip to jut out to raise the right side higher than the left. He kept his legs straight and together, and slanted his head slightly in the right. His mother inspected him as he kept this pose. Noctis hated posing. It was something his mother always had him do when he was trying out clothing in the stores when she was present. She had to check every dress he tried.
“Move over there and spin.”
Knowing what she wanted, he moved to an open space in his room and slowly twirled on the spot while holding his arms a bit up so that the bell sleeves can be shown as well. One spin, then two, and three, she made her decision, “This one will do.”
Noctis let his arms flop back down. Great! The whole “pick a dress” fiasco was over and now he can just slip on one of his nightgowns and go to bed. But it seems his mother had different plans. Apparently, they weren’t completely done. The evening went on with Noctis’ mother seeing which shoes will match, what stockings he should wear, if he should wear something over the dress, and if his hair should be styled differently than how it normally is. Astrals please let her not put something in his hair. As she questioned all this without ever asking him once what he thought, he looked at himself in the full body mirror that rested in the corner opposite of his bedroom door.
The dress was mostly black, but had the printed scenery encircling the skirt. The print showed a nighttime sky that had a mixture of dark blue that blended with white. Below the sky was an iron gate that went around the skirt and before the gate was a field of blue roses and within the roses was butterflies that can be spotted, hidden within the flowers. The bottom of the skirt was trimmed with black lace. Above the skirt were a black bodice and two pieces of black lace fabric that fell gracefully down the sides of the skirt. To the top of the dress, the neckline was a perfect circle around the bottom of his thin, pale throat. The shoulders had small black lace frills to accent them, the sleeves were see-through that opened up into bell sleeves with lace trimmings. Below his neckline, two small decorative buttons trailed down and ended at the bust portion of the dress. Just above the bust on the left and right side were two black cloth roses sown into the fabric. The two were connected with a loose darkened bronze chain link.
The longer he looked at his reflection, the more he grew to like the dress. In the privacy of his mind, he can reluctantly agree with his mother’s choice. Now if he could only get her to leave so that he can finally get some much desired sleep. “Mom, I can do that in the morning. Isn’t it time for dinner yet?”
“Hm? Oh, yes, that right,” her son’s mentioning of dinner made her realize that she hasn’t even started it yet and it was already past six. She quickly left his room and Noctis felt like a weight was lifted. He quickly removed the dress and placed it back on the hanger and hung it on a hook outside his closet so that he won’t somehow lose it in the morning. Now, how does one lose a dress? Place it back into a closet filled with more dresses of the same color and try to retrieve it the next day, like trying to find a piece of hay in a haystack. Next, he went to his dresser and looked through the top middle drawer for a nightgown. Which nightgown did he want to wear tonight? Something comfortable, maybe he’ll slip on some matching pajama pants? But he likes his legs being bare because then he can feel the soft sheets on his hairless legs. Another thing about Omegas, whether male or female, they do not grow leg hair. He will never forget the look of outrage when Cindy and Luna were informed of this.
Once he decided on a cream colored nightgown with long sleeves and frill trimmings. Noctis wanted to just sleep with only his underwear, but that was not how he was taught growing up. Slipping on the gown, he went back to finishing his outfit for tomorrow. He went to another one of his drawers and picked out a nice pair of sheer black, lace topped thigh highs. No, he wasn’t trying to impress anyone at his family reunion. He just held more favor towards lace topped thigh highs because they looked better on his milky pale legs. And yes, no one will see them, but he will know what he’s wearing underneath and that’s all that matters. Next to them he places out a pair of solid black panties with lace trimming to match with the stockings. Then he goes back into his closet and picks out a knee length black petticoat to wear under his skirt and hangs it in front of the dress. He paused for a moment and went to another drawer that held a variety of stuff, from within he takes out a white box. Knowing his mom is in the kitchen downstairs, he opens the box. Inside was the pure white lace garter that had a cute white ribbon bow with a single pearl in its center that he secretly wore today at school. He may have said that he would burn it, but it was too nice of a gift to destroy and he may have at one point tried it on after his Birthday party was over. It was a strange thing, looking at himself in the mirror as he stared at the single piece of fabric wrapped snuggly around his right thigh. It felt quite intimate to be wearing something like this, but also kind of embarrassing. He knew what a garter was since he asked his mother when he saw one in a store they were browsing through. At that time he was going through puberty and was starting to present as an Omega. She gave the garter a look and told him, “That is something you wear for your mate. It is something intimate and only for your mate to see, touch and remove.”
Noctis felt kind of bad that Prompto and Iris saw him wearing the garter for the first time and not his mate. However, a part of him believes that they don’t count as they are Omegas like him and are his closest friends. So, pushing the small guilt out of his mind, he took the garter and hid it within the panties and stockings. As he replaces the box back into the drawer it belongs in, he turns his attention to what shoes he will wear. He doesn’t mind heels, but for tomorrow maybe short heels will be fine. Pumps may look nice with that dress, or maybe something slimmer then pumps. Eyes trail over the pairs of shoes he has and his gaze stops at two pairs, they were both black round toe shoes with single belt strap loops. They both looked similar, but one had higher heels then the other. Higher heels? Lower heels? Higher? Lower? He tries them both on one pair at a time and looks at them in the mirror’s reflection.
“High heels it is then,” he groans as he takes his choice and places them beneath the hanging dress. He double checks to make sure that he had a full outfit and wasn’t missing anything, then he remembers. Waist corset. He cannot forget that damn thing. His mother would not be happy if she ever found he left the house without one. Noctis turns back to his closet and picks out one that he knows is comfortable along with a black tub top to wear underneath the corset to help not leave indents of the fabric and bone wire on his skin. Laying the garments on top of the stockings, panties, and hidden garter, the raven makes his way to his bed.
Pulling back the covers, he crawls his way to the middle. Exhaustion took over his body and he sank into the mattress. He hadn’t eaten dinner yet, but he doesn’t care at the moment. Too tired to stay up, he closes his eyes. For a moment, he worries about tomorrow. Yet, worrying became too tiresome and his mind drifted until he was gone to the world.