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FILL 12/? IE THE BIG REVEAL Re: Prompto is the kidnapped younger brother of Luna and Ravus AU

[(Anonymous)]

When Prompto came back from the Governor’s house, looking dazed and a little tearful, Noct grabbed him immediately and towed him back out the door.

“What are we—“ Prompto said.

“Shh. How’d it go? What did you do in there?”

“Got permission to see the Oracle,” said Prompto. Noct stopped dragging him down the dock and stared. “Sorry.”

“How? She wouldn’t even let me.”

“Said I was her brother,” Prompto said. Noct squinted at him, and shook his head.

“How did you pull that off?”

“It’s because I—“ Prompto stopped, and took a deep breath.

“What’d she say? No, no, tell me later.” Noct whipped Prompto around. “Tonight, I have plans for you.”

“But it’s important,” Prompto protested.

“I know. But we have time. Right?” Prompto nodded slowly. “Alright. Come on. Let’s go.”

He took Prompto to see the outdoor Chocobo pens first, where an entire flock paddled about in the water, squawking and cooing. Then he bought him greasy, disgusting fries at one of the stalls near the arcade. They took photos of each other on their way up to the main plaza, where Noct stopped Prompto and made him stand by the fountain.

It was strange. Prompto would usually be so excited to spend a few hours in a place like this, but he seemed more melancholy than anything. It must have been his meeting with Luna—which, admittedly, Noct was burning to know about. But that wasn’t the point of tonight. Tonight… Well. Tonight was about Prompto. Noct retrieved the items he’d bought from a merchant at the end of the plaza earlier that afternoon, flipped a coin to the entertainer playing guitar near the railing, and braced himself as he walked back to the fountain.

Prompto tried to hide it, but he was a romantic at heart. Noct had to do this right.

“What’s going on?” Prompto asked, as Noct approached. “You didn’t have to buy us anyth—“ he stopped, staring at what Noct held in his hands.

“Oh, man, you know?” Noct asked, his pride deflating a little.

“Those…” Prompto looked up at Noct, suddenly fearful. “Those are…”

Two crowns of reeds and drooping white flowers dangled from Noct’s fingers.

“I heard there’s a ritual in Tenebrae,” Noct said, determined to see this through. “When men want to get married in a hurry.”

“Noct.”

“I know it’s not the right time,” Noct said. He sighed. “I don’t think it’ll ever be the right time. So I thought… why not now?”

“You’re the King,” Prompto said. “You can’t just…” He trailed off, still staring at the flowers peeking out under Noct’s hands.

“That’s right,” Noct said. “I’m the King. So this is fine… if you want it.” He smiled at Prompto, and pressed a thumb to his jaw, closing his slightly opened mouth. “Do you?”

“Yes,” Prompto breathed. His cheeks reddened, and he swallowed hard. “I…” He fell silent.

“Good.” Noct lifted a crown over Prompto’s head, grinning as a flower tickled the base of his ear.

“Will you,” he said, “Prompto Argentum—“

“That isn’t my name.”

Noct paused, hands still lifted in the air. His smile wavered a little, and he said, “You mean your birth name? I never asked. I thought you didn’t—“ He stopped as Prompto firmly pressed down on his shoulders, pushing him onto the lip of the fountain. His hands lowered, and the crowns lay between them, half falling from his legs. “Prom, you’re getting kind of weird.”

“I said, that isn’t my name.” Prompto took a deep breath. Another. He clenched his hands on Noct’s shoulders, digging into the soft fabric of his shirt.

“Solaris,” he said. Noct tilted his head slightly, blinked slow.

“That’s nice,” he said, with approval.

“Nox Fleuret.”

Behind them, there was a gentle shush of water rushing past a gondola. A child shrieked down the stair, and their mother’s voice rose in admonishment. Banners flapped listlessly in a breeze from the sea, and the distant roar of the walls of water ran through it all, constant and unchanging.

The world should have been different. There should have been a clap of thunder. A roiling in the sea. A tremor in the earth. It shouldn’t have been just the two of them, sitting on a stone fountain at the center of the plaza, woven flowers easing their way from Noct’s slack fingers.

Noct sat in silence, waiting for his brain to catch up with his ears. No. Prompto was—was Prompto. But there had been that picture over the mantle of his house, and that weird wall of photos of the Tenebraen palace. There was the desk drawer he’d never let Noct open. All the words he’d left unsaid, in awkward pauses and full stops. Now that Noct looked at him, he could see the line of Luna’s face along his cheeks, the same eyes, the soft hair and expressive mouth…

He’s been trying to tell me all evening, Noct thought, and his stomach twisted in horrible guilt.

Gods, he’d been a fool.

“How long?” he asked. “How long did you know?”

“Almost forever,” Prompto said. He looked wretched. His cheeks were flushed a mottled red, and his face was screwed up in the way Noct recognized as Prompto trying his hardest not to cry. “I wanted to tell you. After Insomnia fell. When you made the covenant with Ramuh. After we saw Ravus. A million times. But I was so scared that it would get out, it would distract you from what you have to do, or Niflheim would hurt Luna or Ravus…” his breath stuttered a moment, and he closed his eyes.

“You probably hate me,” he said, in a small voice. “I hate me. I lied to you, and it, it got so big, I didn’t know how to… And tomorrow, you’re supposed to fight the Leviathan, and you just, just got—“ he gestured helplessly to the crowns.

“Woah. Easy, Promp—“ Noct stopped, hands raised to Prompto’s face. “Do you still want me to call you Prompto?”

“Call me whatever.” Prompto’s voice was deadened and inflectionless.

“No,” Noct said. He held Prompto’s cheeks in both hands. “Don’t start this. I get it. I do. And I don’t hate you.” He kissed Prompto on the cheek, and drew back. “I love you, whoever you are.”

Prompto let out a weak laugh.

“Come on,” Noct said. He scooped up the crowns in one hand. “Let’s go back to the Leville. You can tell me everything on the way.”

Prompto tried. It came out backwards, mostly, and Noct had to pick apart the timeline with careful questions and requests to back up and start over. When Prompto reached his capture by the Empire, Noct saw how he started to shake, and quietly suggested they save that for another time. Finally, Noct pulled the rest out of him while they sat on the balcony outside of their rented rooms, overlooking the waterfront.

“Damn,” he said, after a while. “You’re right, though. The Empire—We’ve seen what they’ve tried to do with Luna, and that’s just because she’s my friend.”

Prompto was silent for a moment.

“Sorry you got the crowns for nothing,” he said, at last. Noct gave him a puzzled look, and he frowned. “What?”

“Nerd,” Noct said, affectionately. Prompto opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t seem to find the words. Noctis got up and moved his chair so that he was facing Prompto, and reached for the crowns again. He held one loosely in his hands.

“Let me do it right this time,” he said.

“Solaris Nox Fleuret. Will you bind your heart to mine, in the eyes of the gods?”

“Soul,” Prompto said, in a soft voice. “It’s ‘bind your soul—‘”

“Godsdamnit, we’re having a moment, here.”

“Yes,” Prompto said, but it came out as more of a laugh than an actual word. “Yes.”

Noct gave him a reproachful look, which made him laugh again, and lowered the crown around Prompto’s ears.

Prompto lifted the second crown in trembling fingers, and held it over Noct. “Will. Will you, Noctis Lucis Caelum—“

“Yes,” said Noct.

“Bind your soul—“

“Yes.”

“to—“

“Yes.”

Prompto lowered his hands to cover Noct’s mouth with his wrist. “Mine, in the eyes of the gods,” he said, quickly, and raised his hands again.

“Yes,” Noct said. Prompto pulled a face at him and settled the crown over his hair.

“There,” Noct told him. “We’re married.”

“Technically, we need someone to officiate—“

There was a cough from behind them, and Prompto turned to see Ignis stepping out from behind a folding screen.

“Fucking hells!” he cried. “How did you get there?”

“I’ve been here for some time,” Ignis said, raising his eyebrows. “Also, Nox Fleuret?”

“We’ll explain later,” said Noct.

“Damn right, you will.” That was Gladio, standing at the doorway behind him. “Also, I called it, Iggy. Knew the kid had a secret."

"Yes, well, you thought he was from Niflheim, so the bet’s off,” said Ignis. He attempted to recover his dignity, and pulled out his phone. “Right. As of this afternoon, I was ordained by the Rite of the Six. Amazing what one can do with the right search engine. Sign here, Pro—S—Ah…”

“Prompto’s fine,” said Prompto, but he scribbled a different name on the screen of Ignis’ phone.

“And you, Your Majesty.” Noct grimaced at the title, but signed as well. “Wonderful. Well. By the power vested in me by the internet, you are now officially wed. Congratulations.”

Gladio applauded slowly.

Noct looked from Gladio to Ignis, and rose from his seat. “Give them the short version, Prom,” he said. “I’m getting the cake.”

“Traitor,” Prompto choked, as Noct laughed his way to the kitchen. He sighed and turned to the others. “Right. So. It’s like this…”

Noct came back with the cake, which Ignis had made, and they drank cheap champagne, which Ignis had bought, and Gladio spent fifteen minutes bemoaning the fact that he had to look after two obnoxious princes now until Noct threatened him with exile. Ignis made a toast and cried halfway through it, which made Prompto burst into ugly tears, and then Gladio made a much shorter toast that involved more curse words than should have actually fit. Eventually, Prompto did tell them about his meeting with the Oracle, though he seemed a little vague on some of the details, and the others said nothing of it when he started crying again. Finally, Noct and Prompto retired to their room, which was separated by a connecting door to Ignis and Gladio’s, and made careful work of undressing without disturbing their crowns.

“They’re supposed to stay on until it’s been consummated,” Prompto said, when Noct complained for the third time.

“Man, way too late for that.”

Prompto laughed, and pulled Noct the rest of the way to the bed.

They ended up tangled in bits of flower and strands of reeds, and white petals stuck in Prompto’s hair and trailed down Noct’s back. Prompto looked like some sort of forest god in the low lamplight, his hair wild, greenery shaking down onto his shoulders as he lowered himself onto Noct’s length. The wiry muscles of his arms tensed, and he tilted his head back, letting the light spill down the curve of his neck and trace along the fingers that clutched at Noctis’ hair. Noct kissed his jaw as he settled at last, and pressed firm hands to his hips to lift him up again, over him, always over him. Prompto’s lips parted, and flowers fell from his hair onto Noct’s face and chest. Noct let Prompto set the pace, and wrapped warm fingers around him, pulling him into his own release as Noct found his. And all the time, Noct whispered his husband’s true name, like a prayer, a benediction.

Solaris. Solaris.


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AN: THE TRUTH, FLOWER CROWNS, AND GAY WEDDINGS, GDI *slams fist on the table*

Re: FILL 12/? IE THE BIG REVEAL Re: Prompto is the kidnapped younger brother of Luna and Ravus AU

[(Anonymous)]

KWEEEEEEEEEEH~ HUSBANDS? SHNFUSNDJDWOSKWD

Re: FILL 12/? IE THE BIG REVEAL Re: Prompto is the kidnapped younger brother of Luna and Ravus AU

[(Anonymous)]

Filler anon:

DARN TOOTIN' THEY ARE

Re: FILL 12/? IE THE BIG REVEAL Re: Prompto is the kidnapped younger brother of Luna and Ravus AU

[(Anonymous)]

Hi its OP. I love you. Marry me. JK. But seriously. I am so giddy from how good this update was. You literally turned my little prompt and made it so PERFECT. The marriage was so perfect, the reveal was so perfect, everything was just so perfect. Thank you so much. ;;;;

Re: FILL 12/? IE THE BIG REVEAL Re: Prompto is the kidnapped younger brother of Luna and Ravus AU

[(Anonymous)]

I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE U (RENDS CLOTHING, INCOHERENT SCREAMING)

i diiiiiiiiieddddddd at the part where noct just says yes over and over...... let them be happy !!