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the end of the line // 1/????
Date: 2017-01-21 10:15 am (UTC)Omegas are in short supply in Lucis. The remaining family trees have been bred out, and genetic mutations are rarer still. The Lucian society had bred out the weakness and undesirable traits that came with being an Omega, needing more Alphas and Betas to fight on their front lines... The population was not just dwindling due to the war on their doorsteps, but due to the failing capacity to breed in their ranks.
Niflheim and it's lesser territories had never favored strength. Instead they'd preferred talent, intelligence, inventiveness - traits that didn't rely strongly on physical prowess and weren't especially hindered by a pregnancy. While it was not lobbied as anything special there, when he had gone into his first heat - sixteen and oh so awkward, seated on Noctis' couch and unable to hide the flush high on his cheeks. Noctis, young and overwhelmed by his scent, had been on him faster than either of them would admit in later years. Noctis' lips had met his. His hands had grasped the other's hips, begging him to fill him, breed him, - Alpha please, Alpha.
But before the deed could be done, gentle hands had pried them apart.
King Regis did not look unkindly upon them. Noct had risen to fight him, in the throes of instinct and lust - but Regis had pinned him while Drautos pulled the omega from the room.
Regis, who denied Noctis the right to claim. Noctis was too young, too angry - already bethrothed to the royalty of another nation. But Regis had been left widowed years ago and a royal line with only one branch was not considered strong... and if left unclaimed, there would be no telling what could happen to an omega in the city.
It is not compassion that leads Regis to claim him. It would be kinder, but -- no. Regis claims him precisely for the weakness in the younger generation. For the political ties that were so strained and close to snapping. No one would look unfavorably upon a king with a consort, but an unwed prince with a lowclass mate and pups - that wasn't in the cards.
They were not mates. And they were not in love.
It would be a lie to say he didn't love Regis, but there was a difference between being "in love" and "loving" someone. The King was warm and kind, always there to provide aid where he can and giving the young omega space when that was what needed. Prompto knew that this wasn't a romantic love. It went deeper, something familial and trusting.
At eighteen he goes off suppressants. His first heat is on him like a beast and Regis guides him through with care -- but the ring had taken much from him by that point. His fertility is long gone - Noctis, a miracle - forever his only.
They never mate. The bitemark on his neck remains the only show of their courtship. The closest they get is a kiss, tentative and experimental on Prompto's part, an attempt to ascertain whether or not this is how it should be - but the toll of the Wall has worn the King out too much. He kisses the boy's cheek, stroking his hand through the soft feathery fluff of his hair.
And despite the intervention, it's Noctis. Noctis who claims him. Noctis who, scenting a heat in it's earliest hours, allows instinct and alcohol to take over... and Prompto, eager and desperate for the touch, who encourages it.
The guilt comes with the dawn.
"It's a freebie, right? You aren't married yet," Prompto jokes nervously come dawn, shuffling to the edge of the bed and dressing himself as fast as he possibly can. "Happens every bachelor party I've ever heard of."
"Yeah... I guess." Noctis won't meet his eyes, which is fine - Prompto's don't seek his out. "We better hurry. Gladio's gonna have a fit if we're late."
Re: the end of the line // 1/????
Date: 2017-01-21 04:11 pm (UTC)Re: the end of the line // 1/????
Date: 2017-01-21 04:47 pm (UTC)This was so so so good fillernon. I can't wait for more of your writing
the end of the line // 2/????
Date: 2017-01-22 02:35 am (UTC)"Well, whatever... better to get some experience before you're married," he starts to say, deciding he can live with this if the opportunity to tease arises. Ignis swiftly cuts him off with a sharp elbow to the side.
"Prompto, you'll ride up front with me. That should prove an adequete solution to any problems that may arise."
The other two groan, but it was fitting that the gunman sit shotgun for the ride.
After a detour in Hammerhead they continue on their way. The sun is low on the sky and, with a drop off to make, they opt to stay at the outpost for the night. Umbra sits waiting for them, tail wagging at the sight of them.
"Hey boy!" Prompto bends down to ruffle the dog's fur while Noct takes the book in his mouth. There's a secretive smile tugging on Noctis' lips as he flips the book open, thinking for a moment before penning a response and offering it back out to the dog.
"So what was that all about?"
"For me to know, and you to find out."
"That's rude, Noct. Keeping secrets from your best friend! I'm hurt!"
The other two chuckle. Prompto shoves him good naturedly, and then they're hunkering down for the night. Noctis rents the room and they head into the bedroom.
Surpressants don't stop a heat. They stomp the urges and scent down to a managable level, but there's no easing it. The second he tugs his shirt off and tosses the sweaty rag on the bed, he hears the breath Noctis takes.
"S-sorry. Let me go take a shower, that should help."
"It's fine, Prompto. It doesn't bother me."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Well, I'm still gonna shower. You can go next."
- - - - -
He's not sure how they got like this. Sleep. The scent of an alpha so close by, his chosen one so close. He crawls into bed next to him and Noct puts an arm around him. He rubs against him. Noct slides his pajama pants down.
It's only moments from then. A kiss. His shirt pushed up, Noct's lips on his chest. Between his legs.
Noctis' hands are on his hips. His hands tangled in Noct's hair, drawing him close, kissing with such desperation it leaves them both breathless.
His arm slides around Noctis' neck. Clinging, digging in to the soft skin of his back as the alpha slides closer. Their lips meet, desperation in every breath.
"Noct, please. Please." Panting and near tears, the scion of the stars slides inside him. His teeth scrape against Regis' mark on his neck, a growl rumbling his his throat. Gentle rocking turns to brutal, slamming thrusts. He's mindless with pleasure, Prompto practically sobbing underneath him as he's claimed. He doesn't even register orgasm, it's all one mindless blur of pleasure and need.
The knot stretches him to his absolute limit. Prompto's head rolls back, gasping against Noct's hair. Noctis teeth are in his neck, biting hard over his faded claiming scar. Instinct demands it, but even in the throes of passion he remembers his duty. He pulls back, leaving only a temporary bruise where he wants to leave a permanent mark.
They stay like that for a while. Before Noct feels his arms cramp and Prompto squirms underneath his weight.
Leaning back, the prince pulls limp and fucked out omega with him. Settling him across his lap, smoothing back his hair and offering a wry grin. His knot keeps them tied together, still pouring his hot seed into Prompto's still needy and waiting body.
Noctis' fingers find his. Threading them together, seeking out his lips to kiss him soft and sweet. Prompto's eyes are shut, head resting against his shoulder. If he didn't know better, he'd think he was already asleep.
"... Hey, Prom?"
"Mmm..."
Noctis sucks in a breath, stroking his free hand through the blonde's messy, sweaty hair. "After the wedding. I want to claim you."
That brings him around. Prompto's eyes refocus, surprise and hope, lighting up his face. "Really?"
"Really."
"B-but what about Luna? Shouldn't you, uh, focus on your marriage for a while first? Or, uh... your dad."
Noctis shakes his head, a laugh bubbling on his lips. "It was Luna's suggestion... I was gonna bring it up once everything was settled, but she beat me to the punch... and as for dad, I think we both knew that was a temporary arrangement until all this was done."
"Noct..."
"You don't have to give me an answer yet-"
"Are you kidding? Yes! The answer's yes!"
Prompto's lips meet his again, his free hand cradling Noctis' face while the other squeezes his hand tightly.
-
Come dawn, they need another shower. A little restless and sore the boys stumble into the early morning light. They don't miss the look from Ignis, nor Gladio's raucous laughter.
"The walls are paper thin," Gladio says conversationally once they're all seated, eyeing Prompto's ginger seat.
"And your, ah, enthusiasm was beyond their meager might," Ignis chuckles.
"Guess that saves us any awkward explanations," Noctis shrugs off their teasing with ease. "Hope you enjoyed the play by play."
"I always knew he was a crier."
"Guys!"
"Let's hurry up and head to Galdin Quay!"
-
By that evening, Insomnia was in ruins. The news reached Altissa by dawn. While they slept - Prompto, sprawled out across the free space in the bed, Noctis curled in a ball with an arm slung around him - their home city and the last free nation crumbled against the might of the Niflheim empire.
They're in shock.
Cor confirms Regis' death. Lady Lunafreya is believed to have escaped unscathed, but the worry is heavy on Noctis' mind. Guilt plagues their waking hours, invading his dreams and chasing any peace from his rest.
Their mission is lain out in no uncertain terms. As King, Noctis must gather the Royal Arms and lay waste to the empire. The four of them are skeptical about their chances, but it at least gives them a purpose beyond aimless wandering and fear. When the task is complete, they're to head to Altissa to reunite with Lady Lunafreya and regroup from there.
But it's a long road.
Days turn into weeks. A week eventually into a month.
He's so small and slender that he notices the second something doesn't fit right. Rubbing a hand down the belly he'd worked so hard to smooth and tone only makes it obvious - the slight swell, too concentrated to be the fat he was accustomed to having. There's a change in his scent, an even bigger one in his instincts. Instead of the drive to follow Noct to the end of this trail, he finds himself wanting to stop and settle down at the motel they pass.
It's not a luxury he can afford.
The best Prompto can do is whine and lobby to rest at an outpost instead of at a campground. They don't notice the scent of a pregnant omega - none of them have ever been exposed to such a smell. Noct only smells himself on him, something he's started obsessively maintaining since the fall of Insomnia. Cheek rubs and nips in public to ward off any wandering eyes.
It doesn't help that the royal arms are eluding them.
Ignis is to pull another allnighter to get them back to Hammerhead to regroup. The plan is to talk to Cid, touch base with Dave. Prompto had conked out for a much needed nap. But upon waking a desperate and slightly panicked pull over gets Ignis to do just that. He bolts over the door of the Regalia and vomits behind some bushes, taking a moment to stumble back and sit down.
The three in the car share a worried look. Prompto puts his face in his hands, taking deep breaths to try to ease his roiling stomach.
The plan for Hammerhead is called off. Noctis lets himself out and checks on his mate, smoothing his hair back from his face. "... Iggy, we're gonna need to stop for the night."
Gladiolus moves into the front seat so Prompto can lay back. The kid gets carsick, but if he's already sick then they just have to deal with it.
"Ignis. Can we make it to Lestallum?" Gladio glances back at the would-be mates in the back, brow creasing with worry.
The driver glances towards the setting sun, gauging the distance. With some reluctance, he nods. "We should. Though we may have to call the birds for the last leg of the trip."
Prompto groans in response, shaking his head. "It's fine. I'm fine, guys... just got a little car sick."
"Bull. Rest up. We'll get you seen to." Noctis slides his jacket off, laying it over top of him and drawing him close. It's with some protest that the blonde lays back against him, exhaling a sigh and nuzzling close. He's out before the Regalia even gets started.
"Prompto?" There's no reply. Noctis' mouth twists into an unhappy grimace. He catches Ignis' eye in the mirror, concern apparent across his face. "He's asleep."
"Perhaps we have been pushing a little too hard... Prompto never had our upbringing. He's unaccustomed to combat... I wouldn't be surprised if he's come down with a chill."
"We can take a rest in Lestallum."
"Yes. It would do us all some good to take a breather."
Re: the end of the line // 2/????
Date: 2017-01-22 02:48 am (UTC)NGL, I've been stalking this thread all day waiting and I'm glad I did. You are amazing.
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Date: 2017-01-22 07:34 pm (UTC)Re: the end of the line // 2/????
Date: 2017-01-23 01:27 pm (UTC)Re: the end of the line // 2/????
Date: 2017-01-25 04:41 am (UTC)FILL: noctis/prompto abo. the end of the line // 3/????
Date: 2017-02-02 08:04 am (UTC)Prompto tries not to react throughout the exam. He knows what's wrong, even if he hasn't verbalized it and fears what it means, he knows his body well enough to know something isn't right. When the examination is finished he knows by the look in the woman's eyes that it's true. Even as she starts it off, explaining that he may have contracted a cold by all the time spent outdoors, there's something else.
He's pregnant.
He's pregnant during wartime, to a prince only recently dubbed King, who has to stop an Empire and reclaim his Kingdom before taking a royal bride. He's pregnant with a baby that the world will want to destroy before it even has the chance to live. It's a cold, hard reality that he knows.
He doesn't need her words to know it. She asks if his mate knows and he can only shake his head silently, a hand moving to rest on the small swell of his belly.
"This is just... this is the worst possible time," he says quietly, the bright blue of his eyes filling with tears. The doctor pats his leg soothingly, saying nothing as he slowly crumbles to pieces. The tears come hard and unbidden, pouring down his cheeks and stealing his breath. "The worst possible time to have a baby."
The doctor is sympathic. She doesn't overwhelm him with information just yet, reminds him that he has options, Lestallum is safe for now and there are other shelters he can go to. He gets some safe medication and settled back into the bed until his fever passes.
When he wakes, Noctis is settled in bed beside him. The dark haired alpha is awake for once, brushing the hair away from his face with a gentle touch. Prompto lifts his tired eyes up to his face, trying to smile but finding no way to force himself to do it. Silence lingers until he takes in a breath, reaching up to wipe his cheeks.
"Did she tell you?"
Noctis shakes his head. "She said you were sick, but there was something else we needed to talk about."
"Oh," relief colors his voice, but he finds it a struggle to find it. "Well it... it could be good news, or... or, it could be really, really bad news."
"Prom...?" Noct's hand pauses and Prompto shuts his eyes. He feels the tears start to prickle again. Prompto can't look at him. "Prom, what is it?"
He takes in a shaky breath. Silence stretches on, and unable to think about what else to, Prompto slides in closer and hides his face against Noctis' neck. The other man's arms wrap around him securely, though he feels the uncertainty and fear in the hold.
"... Noct, I'm pregnant."
There's silence. Then, slowly, Noctis' arms unwrap from around him. At once, there's fear. Prompto looks up wildly, unsure what to expect - the overwhelmed expression on Noctis' face mirrors his own.
They're barely twenty.
Too young to even drink.
Babies were in the cards, maybe - but not now. Not until years down the line, when Noctis had married and they were on their way to adulthood. Noctis reaches out to cradle his face, his expression flashing between terror, sadness, and...
And joy.
Somwhere in all of that, there's joy.
It's not something Prompto recognizes at first. He sees the fear and thinks of his own, thinks of all the hardships yet ahead - and the two of them find some measure of solace in it. In that fear and uncertainty they find some small peace.
"Prom..."
"I'm sorry, Noct."
"Don't. Don't be."
"But in all of this..."
"I know. I know, but..." Noctis shakes his head. "Don't be. Prom, I mean it. This is a good thing."
"Dude, you need to be realistic here. This? This is not a good thing, or a good time."
Noct opens his mouth. Shuts it. Then opens it again, his words sounding unsure. "Do you want to...?"
"I..."
"Because if you do, I -- it's okay, Prom."
Silence. He shuts his eyes. The option is there on the table, there's no reason why he can't. It'd probably be smarter in the long run, but... but he'd considered it. When his head had ended so prematurely, when he felt the changes in his body. He'd spent most of the trip considering the choice he could make if he could bring himself to confirm it, but it hadn't felt right. Prompto can't find it in his heart to choose that option, it's not the right decision for him. Noctis shifts uneasily beside him - he's an Alpha from a royal line, that option doesn't appeal to him either, but he knows he'd agree without hesitation if it's what Prompto wanted... but it's not.
"No. No, I don't want to."
There are soft lips on his forehead. Noctis leans closer and nuzzles his cheek, a hand moving to rest on his hip while the other seeks out his hand. "Okay."
"I'm scared, Noct," he says quietly, squeezing Noctis' hand uneasily.
"Me too, Prom... But this is good news. Alright? It's good news. We just... have to figure out how to make it work."
Prompto leans up to kiss him. Soft as a dream. "... Can we hold off on telling the others for a bit?"
"Uh... Sure, I guess. But why?"
"Because if they know, they're going to insist I stay here... and this isn't any place for a pregnant omega to be staying without a mate, especially when that mate is you. Not when times are like this.. no way, no how. I'm gonna stay with you as long as I can, and when I can't we'll have found somewhere safe to settle down."
Noctis considers his words for a minute... then sighs, nodding. As much as they loved their companions, the truth of the matter was that Ignis and Gladio would want Prompto somewhere else, away from the dangers of the journey and the possibility of distraction. He kisses his mate again. "Yeah. Okay... when the time's right, we'll let them know."
"Thanks, Noct."
Noctis wraps his arms around him again, holding him close. Sleep comes easier this time, even through the stress and anxiety of all that was to come.
If only they knew what was coming.
If they had known, they would've taken the risk and left him far behind.
Re: FILL: noctis/prompto abo. the end of the line // 3/????
Date: 2017-02-02 08:06 am (UTC)Re: FILL: noctis/prompto abo. the end of the line // 3/????
Date: 2017-02-02 04:13 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: noctis/prompto abo. the end of the line // 3/????
Date: 2017-06-16 10:19 pm (UTC)