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Fill: (To Decode) Mixed Signals 1f/?

[(Anonymous)]

However, before he can rouse some plausible deniability (just in case) she continues “How do you feel about kids Prom?”

A bulb lights up.

“Kids…? No way are you guys?!” Prompto is now on his feet, chair long forgotten. Kids! His friends were going to have kids. As in, more than one. Twins! How cool is that?

“Prom–“

“Have you thought about a godfather yet?” he complies, sitting down again. Next to the expectant mother. Because that is the nice thing to do. Not because he wanted to peer and see if he had ignored the baby bump before or anything. “Because I wanna–"

Luna giggles a little at his enthusiasm and pats his head like a child. Six! She’s going to be a great mother. He can see it.

“No we aren’t having kids. Not yet. But I’m glad you feel so strongly about them.”

“Kids are cute.” He admits bashfully and a bit disappointed. What can he say? He knows this couple in Nova Nilfheim that just gave birth. The baby didn’t stop wailing for days and it kind of became a neighbor effort. Not that anyone minded; it was the second baby in the city, a very joyful occasion all around. She was the cutest thing he’d ever seen, and her wrist would never be branded. All right Prompto, enough about that, no more Ardyn stuff for today or this month. You promised.

Luna and Noct share a look that is equal part fond and happy. There is no doubt their kids will be cute. Ah, he would like to nanny them a bit. Ignis or Gladio will complain about being a bad influence, but he has more experience. Well, maybe not more than Ignis, what with him tutoring Noctis since he was a kid. But he definitely has more expertise than Gladio.

Recent too!

“We are glad you think so, because Prompto…” Luna says, holding hands with Noctis who looks at him expectant. This is it, Prompto thinks somewhat smug, I am going to be a godfather!

“We would like you to have our children.”

“Yes!” he says immediately, before he catches up with the proposal and balks. His stomach drops, and he feels faintly sick. “Hold it. What? Why? Aren’t your kids going to be the Inheritors of Eos?” Gladio had started the joke, but there was a lot of truth in the statement. There is a painful smile on Noctis, the same one he had the first time Gladio said the joke. Now the blond wonders if maybe the pain was genuine and not just dramatics. “Your wedding was blessed by the Astrals and everything”

Why do you need me? He wants to ask too, but retrains himself from doing so. That’s not a topic he wants to dwell in as long as possible among friends that could read him like a book. Inside him, his blood runs cold. He can almost feel Ardyn’s fingers on his back. This is a terrible idea.

“In theory,” Noctis speaks, a hand ruffling his hair on a decidedly un-kinglike manner. “In practice? Not so much. We both are Head royals of our own countries, battered as they are.” He adds with an apologetic note while looking at Luna “That and we have our own divinely designated duties.”

Prompto is lost after that. Shouldn’t it actually be better that way? Kids from two powerful bloodlines would be even more powerful. Right?

“Ravus was supposed to take the throne of Altissia after we married so there was no issue.” Luna explains once she sees his face.

“So you can’t have children together because it would be troublesome to the succession line or something?” he summarizes. Not that he believes it is a good excuse anyway. But what does he know? He’s not a kingly expert. It also doesn’t explain why they are asking him.

“Or something.” Oh hello there annoyed arm-crossing Noct. Good to see years of ruling had not washed away your basic disdain for silly rules and norms. Oh, wait, so this is what the council was yapping about?

“Even without that is not as if we could anyway.”

“Could…?”

“My womb is sterile Prompto.”

“Oh,” it takes a moment to process the words at the sheer unfairness of it. They can’t have children. They love each other, they want children and they can’t have them. When he does, he follows with the only thing he can think of: holding her hand tenderly. “I- I’m sorry.” He says through the guilt in his lungs.

It was the stab. It had to be the stab. If he had arrived earlier he could have prevented that too instead of just barely saving her that time in Altissia. Not that he had really saved her; Nyx had ended up saving them both in the end. He had been more of a deadweight that day. He had gotten better of course.

Luna just shakes her head. There is a soft and enigmatic smile on her, but at least she squeezes his hand in thanks. It makes him feel a bit better. Only just a bit. He really wants to hug her, but that might be Noctis prerogative so he places a palm on her hand and presses reassuringly.

Again, he misses how Noctis looks at their joined hands and grimaces.

“So you want me to… uh surrogate?” he says after a while, trying to sound as professional as possible and dispel the awkwardness in the room. Because it was every day that your friends, royal friends, ask you to surrogate their babies. It was a bad idea on principle anyway, because he did not belong to anything related to royal blood, and his body–

“Royal couples don’t surrogate” Noctis clarifies with a wave of his hand seemingly annoyed.

“But didn’t you just say…?” Did he have to have the potential royal pup in secrecy or something? More fuel to the –admittedly- heavy load on the bad idea truck.

“Well yes” he starts, and if Prompto didn’t know better, he’d believe Luna was finding all of this hilarious. “It is a bit more complex Prom.”

Noctis sighs for a bit, but he knows the cues like a second skin and tenses in anticipation. Whenever Noctis got like this he was thinking how to drop the bomb more carefully.

“Have you thought about being an omega?”

There is a pregnant pause in the room. Luna blinks in a clear sign of embarrassed longsuffering.

“Uh, I am one?” he supplies completely lost, relaxing again. This was a cactuar on a chocobo ranch. Omegas weren’t something that you could ponder on becoming. You were born in it, just like Alphas and Betas. Just how more bizarre could this afternoon go?

“Let me correct myself.” Wow a floundering Noct, common species six years ago, very rare nowadays. He should have brought his camera to register and preserve endangered wildlife “How long has it been since you saw –thought- yourself as an omega?”

“Since my last heat?” he guesses tentatively but even the answer sounds weak to himself. It is more of a question than an answer. Not that he’s unaware. But the first thing that came to mind was not something he could say and then pretend to be fine about it. No sire, he could go through this bizarre conversation just fine.

“Prom…” Noct’s voice is exasperated, not unlike how he used to act after he realized he ate veggies during the trip. Not exactly dangerous, but he tries to lean away from any potential outburst. Something stops him.

Luna’s hand is now firm on his, grip resolute and unmoving. Preventing him from running away, or just going back to be on his chair and keep his distance. The air around them shifts to something that whispers small caution or maybe it was already there and he’s now just becoming aware? He admits he’s not acutely in sync with his senses while among friends, already used to only just zero on them out in the field. But this is ridiculous. There is something instinctual about letting her be, to sit down and not struggle. Well she’s an alpha through and through; it is a bit surprising to actually be reminded of that.

“Look.” He tries again, careful on not sounding too defensive. He’s with two alphas, he never thought he had to compute that with these two that way but here he was. “Just what brought this all up? We have never, y’know…” he trails off a bit at the end while looking at Noctis, because now that he thinks about it… Wasn’t it a hand waved topic between them? He distinctly remembers a painfully awkward conversation a month or so after that thing with Regis and –and his cheeks feel warm now. Great.

To his relief, Noctis looks equally mortified by it. All signs of the sudden exasperation gone. Which is good, because it is about time they let this topic drop and just go on other merrier ones. Then again, the previous topic was about surrogate royal babies. Well not surrogate, probably having them in secret? Maybe it is not wise to bid anything on the next topic being better.

“You haven’t?” Luna’s surprise is palpable and her grip relents for a moment while she looks at her husband. Prompto is not dumb enough to try and get his hand out. “Noctis!” she scolds lightly he looks properly chastised. The blond feels a pang of sympathy, and wonders if the ‘sleeping on the couch tonight’ also happens on royal couples.

“I see…” she begins and looks at him right in the eye, her hand a bit tight but mollifying again and Prompto chooses to just go with the flow. He sees nothing. There is always a first time to experience being an active part of a conversation he has no clue about.

“Prompto, I am afraid we started this conversation in the wrong order. I had thought you knew.” She explains, while tugging his hand and placing it on her knee. What? “I am not an expert of the subject, but I will do my best to explain the nuances between relationships”

He had never thought the Oracle would give him the talk at twenty-six. Maybe if he just tries to look at the nice ceiling really hard he can believe this isn’t happening. Huh, those were new lamps. Also Luna’s knee feels good and right, it fits perfectly on the palm of his hand and –Prompto we are not thinking that with her husband in the same room what is wrong with you?!