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Re: Fill: Imperial!Prompto/Noctis "Come Around Sundown" 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

he city was hot, but bustling in a way that both Noctis and Prompto had never seen. The two of them trailed behind Ignis and Gladio, commenting on everything from the tantalizing smells coming from street vendors, to posters advertising local events and products.

“We'll have time to look around later,” Ignis chided as he ushered them along, the group now ascending the steps to the hotel, which was tucked neatly into the west side of the city at the end of a winding, vibrant street.

Iris was there to greet the four of them, bouncing on her heels and throwing her small arms around her older brother's waist. “Gladdy,” she exclaimed, barely tall enough to reach his chest. “Oh, I'm so glad you're all safe.”

Prompto looked on as Iris made her rounds, clinging to her brother a little longer before hugging both Noctis and even Ignis. The prince tussled her hair affectionately and the adviser simply cleared his throat and gave her shoulder an awkward pat.

Gladio's sister shared the same kind features he boasted. Her hair was cropped short and her dark eyes were both expressive and inquisitive. She was fit in a way that supported the idea that one day she would also work with the Crownsguard, as her family had for years and years.

“Yes. Well. Gladio, if you and Iris want some time to catch up, I'll begin making preparations for our next stop. Iris, is Jared here?”

“Yup,” Iris replied cheerfully, gesturing for Ignis and Gladio to follow her upstairs. Everything was moving very quickly for Prompto, the soldier struggling to keep up with all the familial gestures, the easiness everyone else seemed to feel now that they were all together. Again, he was the outsider here.

“C'mon, Noct. You too.”

Prompto turned to look at the oddly silent prince. Just as he moved, a rumbling began beneath his feet and soon the walls were shaking as a great tremor heaved the earth. The quake seemed to effect the prince, who stumbled and clutched either side of his head, his cap falling to the ground.

“Noct!” Prompto hissed, closing the gap between them with the reflexes he'd been trained to have since childhood. He caught the prince on his arm and held his weight, staring wide-eyed and panicked at both Gladio and Ignis.

“What's wrong with him?”

“Ngh, my head,” Noctis groaned and slumped against Prompto, breath pained and heavy. The soldier watched with growing terror as the prince's eyes changed colour like they had in the tomb, glowing an angry red before rolling back so that Prompto could see the whites.

The Shield was there before Noctis' knees gave out completely, taking the bulk of his weight in his arms and nodding to Prompto to signal it was okay for him to let go. Prompto did, but reluctantly so, and watched as Gladio lift the unconscious prince into his arms like it was nothing.

“Gladdy is he alright?” Iris exclaimed in horror, her eyes wide and afraid. “They said the Archaean has been causing the earth quakes, but isn't he supposed to be asleep?”

“T-the Archaean?” Prompto blurted, his expression a mirror of Iris'. “As in... the Astral?”

“Those who carry the line of Lucis with them are not unlike the Oracle in some ways,” an unfamiliar voice provided, followed by the sound of footsteps. At the top of the stairs stood an elderly gentleman, aided by a small boy with dark hair, a small green cactuar embroidered on the front of his sweater. “Though they cannot reach out to the Gods on their own, the Gods can speak with them, perhaps His Highness wasn't prepared for the strength of Titan's voice. In any case, I think it's time for you boys to come upstairs.”


Prompto had learned that the elderly man was Jared, part of the Crownsguard and in the service of Gladio's family, the Amicitia's. He provided a bed for Noctis and then left with Ignis, Gladio, Iris to reconvene and discuss their next move. Prompto understood why he might not be privvy to such conversations, but was still flabbergasted that Ignis and Gladio had deemed it acceptable for him to be alone with Noctis. The importance of such a decision did not go unnoticed by the soldier and he nodded firmly, accepting the responsibility with fervour.

“I won't let anything happen to him,” he promised, saluting as he'd been conditioned to.

Until Noctis woke up, there wasn't much that Prompto could do besides get a cold washcloth from the bathroom and drape it over his forehead after removing that ridiculous cap. He tired his radio, no signal from the empire. He tired his cellphone, no service. He supposed that in death, people didn't need to contact superior officers.

He sighed then, returning to Noctis. In a moment of selfishness, he reached out and let his fingers trace the curve of his jaw-- a small indulgence. Blue eyes roved, watching Noct's chest rise and fall deeply and evenly, the jut of his hips where his t-shirt had ridden up on the left side.

He was hopeless. A victim to whatever softness they'd worked so hard to wring from his very bones.

Noctis stirred then, causing Prompto to straighten up and direct his attention back to the prince's face. He was sure he was blushing.

“H-hey,” he greeted, holding up one hand and waving weakly. “You blacked out on us there. Gladio and Ignis are in the other room and--”

The prince groaned, pulling the cloth from his forehead and setting it on the bedside table. “Titan was... speaking to me.” He breathed, reaching for Prompto in a way that forced the soldier to comply.

“Easy,” he warned as Noctis tried to sit up, going to him instead and feeling the mattress dip with his weight. He touched the prince's face, felt his damp forehead. Prompto had trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, the picture of concern painted on his freckled face, Noctis leaned forward and pressed lips to star-kissed skin, mouth ghosting along the line of his jaw.

“Noct. Uhm...” Prompto couldn't help but think that hearing what Titan had to say was more important than getting to make out with the Prince of Lucis one more time, but it was just so easy to let Noctis at him. Now that he knew what affection was like, there was no going back.

“Uh,” he tired again, but his protest came out as more of a sigh. He dipped his head to catch Noctis' lips and he could feel the prince smile with his victory.

The soldier almost suspected that Noctis had faked passing out, just so he could get Prompto alone.

Had he?

Prompto's stomach flopped as Noctis pulled him close, sitting up against the pillows and dragging Prompto into his lap. Their kisses started soft, but grew as their hunger did. Soon, the boy straddled Noctis thighs, clumsily grinding his hips down on instinct.

“Mmmyeah,” Noct agreed, grabbing at Prompto's ass through his low-slung pants, leaving hot, wet kisses along the line of his throat.

Prompto was beside himself; both hungry and terrified, needy and knowing better than this. Still, he couldn't ignore the heat pulling between them or the sound he'd pulled from Noctis' throat when their hips ground together just right.

Buzzing on new sensations, Prompto hardly noticed his belt buckle come undone. He was unaware of Noctis' intentions until it was much too late and warm fingers were already stroking him, drawing a whine from his throat and sending shivers throughout his lithe frame.

“There,” Noctis breathed in his ear, the hand not currently thumbing over his slit, spreading a generous amount of precome over his length, guiding Prompto's free hand to his own erection. “C'mon,” he encouraged, pulling his mouth away to spit in the blond's palm.

Prompto didn't have to be told twice. If there was even the slightest bit of a chance that he could make Noctis feel as good as he felt now, he would take it. For everything that had happened so far, for every bit of warmth Noctis, Ignis, and Gladio had shown him he would do his best to return the favour as long as he still had a sense of self. Hell, according to the news he was dead anyway? Who was expecting him back in Gralea? Certainly whatever praise he'd hoped to garner from his father was no longer in his cards.

Prompto was already dead, so why not make the most of what he had left? Why not say he kissed a prince and did everything in his power to serve him, to see him back to his throne?

The soldier knew what was right. He knew the other side now and he couldn't go back. He couldn't cause any more pain to these people.

“N-Noctis,” he panted, hips twitching, rocking against the prince's touch as he closed his fingers around his cock. He knew he was sloppy, he knew that he knew nothing about pleasing another person, but he stroked Noctis how he imaged he'd like to be touched, finding a rhythm in the way their hips moved and breaths left their lips. All the while the heat between them grew, causing something to coil within Prompto. His eyelids fluttered and he arched his spine as the feeling spread all the way to his curling toes-- he couldn't take much more.

He must have been doing something right, for the moan he'd pulled from Noctis was heavenly, enough to finish Prompto off. He came into Noctis' hand with a yelp, gasping and dropping his sweat-slicked forehead to the prince's shoulder. Noctis didn't stop touching him, milking his release until it almost hurt, making him whine and seek comfort in the crook of his neck, drool dribbling from his open mouth.

Noctis got off shortly after, fucking Prompto's hand all the way up to the end, biting down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder to stifle the moans. Whatever bruises left on his freckled skin would hopefully fade in with those left from the past few days.

Prompto didn't realize he was still making noise until the prince began to quiet him, cooing into his ear as he grabbed blindly for the washcloth on the nightstand. “It's alright. You're alright,” he breathed as he cleaned up the mess on their skin, their hands.

“I-I'm alright,” Prompto repeated slowly, dazed. He slumped against the prince's warm body and offered him a sloppy kiss, reaching up to drag his fingers along his smooth jaw, his uninterrupted moonlight skin.

They parted and Noctis smiled, taking Prompto's face in his hands and just... looking. “The empire can't have you back,” he decreed, letting his hand sink into blond locks and gently guiding Prompto down. He nestled himself against the hollow of Noct's throat and sighed deeply while the prince pet his hair. He didn't want to go back.

One hand on Noctis' chest, he pushed himself up slightly so that their eyes could meet again. Prompto didn't know what he looked like. How dishevelled, how honest, how determined.

“Then when this is over-- when you're the king, you'll let me stay? Even though I'm--”

“Of course,” Noctis said with a shrug. “Who cares where you were born?”

But 'where' wasn't really the problem.


Eventually, Prompto and Noctis had to pull themselves apart from each other and let everyone know that the prince was okay.

“Titan spoke to me,” Noctis announced once they were all assembled. “He put pictures in my head. Luna was here. She was the one who woke him up in the first place. There's no doubt, I have to go and see him.”

The party pondered Noct's revelation, Ignis being the first to speak up.

“Well, it's a good thing we have passage to the disc, though I can't help but find it all too convenient.”

Gladio grunted, nodding his agreement. “The chancellor is two steps ahead of us,” he admitted unhappily.

“But what other choice do we have?” Prompto piped up, deciding to make known a fear he'd harboured since they first stepped into Lestallum. “The empire knows that Prince Noctis is missing and are broadcasting his death, even though there's no corpse. They have to make good on their announcements and see to it that he's killed. Every minute we're here, we're putting Iris, and everyone else in danger. It's a risky out-- the chancellor is... is not a... good person, but he's given us an out. We should take it. Before he left in Gauldin, he ordered me to see you to Altissia,” Prompto added, turning to Noctis. “So, whatever we do, please keep in mind that he's expecting us... expecting me to follow orders, so...”

Prompto trailed off, suddenly weak from the admission, the last thing he was expecting was for Ignis to stand up and touch his shoulder, squeezing comfortingly. “You're putting yourself at a great risk,” he counselled, “keep in mind, Mr. Besithia that as long as you're working with us, you're a traitor to your empire.”
The blond started, blinking up at Ignis with his wide blue eyes, resisting the urge to train them on Noctis instead.

“I know,” he said. “I understand.”

Prompto spend most of the night locked in the bathroom, clutching the toilet and retching into it. If they were to see The Archaean tomorrow, and if he truly was who he said he was, he'd have to be at his best. Whatever filth they'd forced inside of him all those years; he had to get it out.

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Sorry for the background Gladnis-- I can't help it.

Re: Fill: Imperial!Prompto/Noctis "Come Around Sundown" 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

OP here! Sorry for the delay in response. Just wanted to let you know that I love everything about this fill! You're so great, a!a. How did you know I crave creepy!Ardyn? And then how Prompto is just so happy to have Noct's attention...while Noct's intentions have just that little hint of darkness behind them. And background Gladnis is more than fine by me, too. ;) Keep up the good work!