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UPDATE 12/30/16: I'm looking for some help! Details here. (I'm always looking for more pinners; this is an open invitation.)
I've added/clarified some rules to make life easier to my pinners. Please refrain from changing the subject lines except when filling or updating a fill. It makes it easier for us to keep track of what we've already looked at. Thank you so much!
UPDATE 1/28/17: We've opened up a Drabble Tree post! Go check it out.
UPDATE 2/21/2017: ROUND ONE IS CLOSED FOR PROMPTS. Please feel free to continue posting fills. Round Two will open for prompts and fills on 3/1/2017.
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.
Re: the end of the line // 2/????
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