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Dec. 7th, 2016 04:06 am
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 Welcome to Round One of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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From: (Anonymous)
Okay. So. I don't normally write long form fic, so as you can see it looks like we're gonna have this pattern of short chapters and frequent updates. I hope that's cool, because that seems to be what I'm most comfortable doing.

Thanks again for the prompt, anon! I'm sorry I'm not following it to a T, but I hope you're liking it so far! I've got some exciting plans!

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During breakfast the next morning, Prompto was nowhere in sight. When Noctis inquired, Ignis had responded that the blond had risen early to run, and hadn't really eaten all that much. Gladio, who sat across from them both gave an approving nod from behind the cover of his book, finishing off the last of his breakfast with gusto.

“Good on him,” he commented, as if the two of them already shared some sort of camaraderie based on the sole idea that they both liked to work out. If Noctis didn't know any better, he would have assumed that was enough for Gladio to find Prompto worth his approval, but of course that would never be the case. No matter how slight and unassuming he'd turned out to be, Prompto was still born and raised in enemy territory.

“I talked to him a little bit last night,” the prince supplied as he took his seat. Noctis' features were still heavy with sleep, but he'd made a point of fixing his hair before exiting the caravan. Now, he spoke around a mouthful of toast, earning a long suffering sigh from Ignis and a pointed look in Gladio's direction.

The larger man shrugged, something of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he hid behind his book. Etiquette was Ignis' problem, but he'd probably be in trouble later for not backing up the adviser.

“--On his wrist, he's got a tattoo,” Noctis continued, swallowing. He gestured to his own wrist, tapping it with a slender finger, thoughtful. “He seemed pretty embarrassed about it. D'you think it's as bad as Gladio's?”

Noctis laughed, and Ignis couldn't help but chuckle.

“Perhaps,” he replied eventually, “but as it were, it would be best to keep personal matters to ourselves. He isn't our friend, Highness. Merely a compromise.”

Ignis' words hit Noctis with unexpected weight. Although their conversation last night was brief, the prince couldn't shake the way his voice sounded when he talked about leaving the city; the earnest he'd shown while pouring over his photo collection, brow creased slightly and casting long shadows over his concentrated expression.

He was put-off by the idea of travelling with someone he hardly knew.


It was true that Prompto had eaten far less of his share than the rest of the group, but that didn't mean he hadn't enjoyed the meal, or forgotten to thank Ignis to the best of his abilities for cooking during mealtimes. The soldier couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten a real meal cooked especially for him and those he was meant to share it with. The thought of actually sitting down with the others and sharing a conventional breakfast had made him uncomfortable, however so he'd taken the liberty of excusing himself for a run. Besides, he had to report back to Gralea at some point via radio with an update on the prince's location.

As they drove away from Hammerhead, tucked safely into the Regalia's plush seats, Prompto realized he was loathe to say goodbye to Cindy. Her smile had been dazzling, the sway of her hips almost as hypnotic as the way her hands worked around the innards of their vehicle. The soldier hadn't really thought about... girls at length-- there wasn't really room for that considering how he'd been raised. Most importantly though, Cindy had praised him, and complimented his work. He wondered if maybe that was the reason he'd been hooked. Sure, she was beautiful and clearly intelligent, but Prompto hung off of her words back at the garage like he'd been starved for something he'd never tasted.

He shook off the thought, feeling heat rise to his cheeks when he realized how inappropriate he was being. He had a job to do here; a job that he absolutely could. Not. Fuck. Up.

There was so much riding on this, so much riding on him.

“Ah. You can smell the sea,” Ignis chimed, effectively breaking Prompto's trance. The soldier took a breath, inhaling salt and feeling the gust coming off the shore tease his hair out of its usually style-- he didn't mind. Gralea was located so far inland that until he'd made the trip over to Lucis, Prompto had never even been close to the sea and so he reached for his camera.

“Nice,” Noctis commented lazily, already half-dosing in the back seat beside Gladio. He stretched his arms high and raised himself up in his seat, deciding to perch atop the headrest for a better taste of the breeze. Prompto twisted in his seat to look, helpless. Behind him sat an unruly young man at the end of his teenage years, careless as the breeze that tussled black hair, eyes the steeliest blue. There was no crown prince. There was no marriage of convenience, there were no politics, treaties or Imperial envoys.

In his usual aloofness, Noctis flung a wink in Prompto's direction, as if punishing him for staring too long.

“What,” he asked, teasing. “You've never been to the beach?”

Prompto's eyes narrowed slightly and he snapped back, surprising the entire company.

“No. But I know better than to go there dressed up in my funeral best.”

Noctis stared, mouth agape while Gladio's shoulders shook with a bit of a laugh. For that, Noctis aimed a futile punch at the larger man's shoulder once he'd managed to compose himself. “Shut up. You're wearing black, too.”

Satisfied, Prompto mimicked Noctis and stretched his arms high to take in the sun. Noctis begrudgingly explained that black was a royal colour from his place in the back seat-- a chaste taste of freedom.


Upon reaching the Quay, Noctis insisted that they all take a picture with Prompto's camera. After much shuffling around the issue, Prompto finally agreed on a seaside backdrop with Angelguard in the background. He was about to snap the picture when Noctis scoffed, demanding that Prompto turn on the self timer and get his ass in the shot.
After their photo op, the mood slightly soured. Ignis returned from the pier to inform the party that the boats had all been barred for travel due to Imperial lockdown, something to do with the ceasefire. Even Prompto, who shook his head in disbelief and showed off every bit of Imperial paperwork he had on his person could not grant them acceptance.
“I'm envoy to the prince,” he'd explained for the umpteenth time, putting on the same voice and posture he had when he'd first approached the Crownsguard and their charge. “I implore you. It's of utmost importance that His Highness makes it to Altissia to take part in the wedding ceremony. This is a matter of war.”

Even as he tried, Noctis could see the strain under his militant facade. This was important to Prompto, too apparently.

Finally willing to give up, the four cut their losses and turned away from the pier, Gladio suggesting that they wait it out for a day before making any more decisions. “The embargo might not last,” he explained. “And if it does, we'll think of something.”

In the meantime, Prompto fiddled with his radio, attempting to contact Gralea and make alternate arrangements oddly enough, he couldn't find a working signal and was about to curse their luck when a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Out of luck, aren't we?”

A man dressed much to warmly for this kind of weather approached, his boots heavy on the wooden docks, heavy swaths of grey fabric billowing around his form. His grin, a cunning predator's framed by wild mane and amber eyes that might just devour the prince who hardly paid him any heed.

“Who wants to know?” Came Noctis' impudent scoff, but anything else he might have said was lost, for Gladio and Ignis were now between the prince at the stranger just as they had done when Prompto had first introduced himself.

“Ah, why not ask your new friend?”

The man tipped his head towards Prompto, who had abandoned his radio and now stood at attention, head held high even if his shoulders sagged slightly.

“Your Highness, Prince Noctis. This is Chancellor Ardyn Izunia of the Imperial Empire” Prompto seemed to mask his surprise quite well, for there was no offhanded comment or reprimand from the man. He cleared his throat and gestured towards his companions. “Chancellor, sir. There seems to be a mistake, I was instructed to--”

The Chancellor hushed Prompto with a grandiose wave of his hand, sweeping over to cross the distance between them and producing something from his pocket.

“Unfortunately,” he all but cooed. “The boats are beyond my abilities. I can however, give you this. I'm sure it will come in handy during your travels. And I don't expect anyone to be answering that radio of yours anytime soon. I'm afraid the empire cannot spare any more resources at the moment, not with the treaty signing tonight. So,” he paused and when he next pronounced Prompto's name, it seemed to leave a bad taste on his tongue.

“Prompto. You'll have to be resourceful, put all of that training to use.”
The way he spoke made Noctis shudder, and something akin to anger flared inside him at the way he moved so close to the slight boy, going as far as to touch his face, delicately and precisely, in a way that made the prince's skin crawl as if he was the one having his personal space invaded. The feeling only worsened when he watched as Ardyn leaned in to whisper something into Prompto's ear, tilting the boy's jaw to accommodate himself.

“Sir...”

Prompto was still doing his best to keep composed, but there was something in the way his voice cracked, the way his eyebrows knit together with growing concern that did little to quell the flames licking at Noctis' gut.

Once the ordeal was over and Ardyn took his leave, the four of them checked into the Gauldin resort, but not without Gladio grumbling something about preferring to camp.

Prompto tried not to appear dishevelled when Ignis pulled him aside, and Ardyn's presence here had him reeling sharply enough to show the advisor their newly acquired paperwork without thinking twice over whether or not it was a good idea.

“This seems to grant us permission to travel through Imperial checkpoints set up at Cauthess, nearing the disc. Why on earth...?”

Ignis deliberated over the paperwork without much help from Prompto, who merely shook his head and asked for permission to leave, again not realizing that he was addressing Ignis as a superior officer. He left the documents in the bespectacled man's care and wandered off quietly, through their hotel room and onto the private deck reserved for guests. The sun was setting over the water, making it's surface shine. It was beautiful and new to Prompto, but he couldn't even appreciate it now.

Exasperated, the soldier leaned heavily on the rail and pulled out his camera, scrolling through the photos until he reached the one of the four of them on the dock from this morning. A vacation. That's what it looked like. Prompto looked between three smiling faces and his own reluctant expression. Even with the comforting weight of Noctis' arm around his shoulder, Prompto still seemed as if he wanted out of the frame.

He contemplated jumping into the sea and letting himself sink, but Noctis' voice startled him out of his fantasy.

“Hey. You alright?”

Noctis hadn't been able to help it. Prompto had looked positively ill as he stood before the chancellor. They might have not been friends, but that didn't mean Noctis lacked compassion.

“Oh. Uh. Yeah,” Prompto replied, unconvincingly. He pushed away from the rail and pocketed his camera. Noctis watched, either not completely fooled, or just enraptured by the gorgeous sunset stretching out behind the lowly soldier in his way.

“That Chancellor guy is a dick.”

There was a nonchalance in his voice that made Prompto nearly throw up with anxiety. A future king couldn't just call the chancellor of his enemy nation a dick so offhandedly. Or maybe he could? He was royalty, right? He could technically do whatever he wanted.

“Uhm...”

Prompto couldn't bring himself to agree, or even disagree. He exhaled deeply, watching Noctis join him by the railing to watch the sunset, too. The smell of the sea had mixed with his faint, earthy cologne. Ever since they'd had a chance to shower, neither of them smelled like the dirt or sweat from the desert anymore.

“A-aren't you worried, Noctis? About getting to Altissia in time?”

The prince didn't look his way, just tipped his head and smiled somewhat.

“Nah. We'll figure something out. Luna and I have been writing back and forth, so I'll just let her know I'll be late. I was excited to see her, but it's been twelve years. What's a few more days?”

At that, Prompto couldn't hide his surprise. “Twelve years?” He asked, “I thought you two were close.”

Again, Noctis exuded nothing but casualties, as if the weight on his shoulders amounted to nothing.

“We are, and I love her, but... Like a sister. You know?”

With that, the prince's jaw clenched somewhat. His lips pursed and he stared hard at the scenery before them. For the first time, Prompto thought that he saw something crack. Maybe the wedding was really too much? Maybe there were some aspects to being royalty that didn't always come on silver platters held up by doting servants.

The soldier felt guilty now, he felt it tighten his throat and strangle his voice when he next attempted to speak. Soon, Noctis would have much bigger problems than and arranged marriage, and the worst part was that there was nothing Prompto could say or do to prevent it, despite knowing. Noctis' entire world was going to change overnight. This was much bigger than one Imperial Soldier escorting a prince to his wedding.

“I'm sorry,” he provided anyway. Noctis would think that he was referring to his upcoming nuptials.

The prince laughed, clapping him on the back and shaking his head. “It's no big deal,” he replied with good nature. “It's my princely duty and all. I'm just glad you're alright, Prompto.”
From: (Anonymous)
Oh god, I fear for Prompto's safety in next chapter when the shit hits the fan back at the Crown City. :-(

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