A/B/O Promptis Ball/Teach me to dance
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starless_skyThe newspapers and the internet alike were abuzz with the news about the red carpet gala happening at the the Citadel. It was some charity ball but the tabloids and entertainment news didn't waste a chance to gush about the celebrities who were already confirmed to be attending. The dignitaries, the CEO's, the movie stars, singers, the socialites... and of course the royal family. It was so rare that Prince Noctis showed his face at such events it was an event in and of itself to see him shined up like a new crown and MAN was he a HUNK now. Right ladies? What is he going to wear? YSL? Burberry? Take a look at this edition of Elle~
That garbage was why Noct ignored the news. He stayed offline, didn't have a twitter account, didn't post photos of himself ever. He was comfortable that way. It was just him and Prompto and he needed little else. Things were great at home. They had school and all but they worked on their studies... on Ignis' orders. And they had each other. Noctis couldn't put to words how nice it was to have someone to look forward to seeing, someone to come home to. He had his best friend and his lover all in one and he never knew how lonely he'd been until he wasn't alone anymore. He had Prompto. Not just for sex but to curl up with and to talk to and to laugh with. He was his person.
His father was well aware of the changes in him and Noctis hadn't made it a secret that he'd taken a mate. Regis wasn't exactly thrilled with his son's choices in bonding so young wihout consulting anyone but he did not say much on the matter. It was done, unable to be undone now. And Regis did not dislike Prompto, quite the opposite. But he wished... he wished for a lot of things. That they had been older, that it had been under less dire circumstances, that they'd talked about it beforehand... but he couldn't regret the marriage. He could not, as a father, regret anything that made his son so happy.
It was Regis' idea that they hold the charity ball and that Noctis should attend. With Prompto. Officially. It was a positive way to bring Prompto out to the public, it would be a lovely way to take control of the PR moment and stage it in a nice light... and also not allow the reporters to eat Prompto alive. It was a perfect opportunity. Noctis couldn't deny it, but that required getting Prompto Ball-Ready which.... was why he was sitting flipping through music and wondering how he could teach his mate to dance. He didn't know how to dance, he just did it on command, he didn't think about it. How could he explain it?
He'd tried to get Ignis to teach Prompto only to be shot down. 'He is your mate, you will be the one leading him, he needs to learn how to read you, Noct, not any lead but you.'
And so here he was trying to figure out how to start this at home. Just them with some music. He had pushed the couch to the windows, the dining table too. The floor was wide open and before he saw Prompto, Noctis just wanted to get the steps in his head. He started a waltz and began stepping across the floor, arms out for an invisible partner. Expertly he danced alone but he was trying to mind his own movements and try to find words to explain them to his mate.
That garbage was why Noct ignored the news. He stayed offline, didn't have a twitter account, didn't post photos of himself ever. He was comfortable that way. It was just him and Prompto and he needed little else. Things were great at home. They had school and all but they worked on their studies... on Ignis' orders. And they had each other. Noctis couldn't put to words how nice it was to have someone to look forward to seeing, someone to come home to. He had his best friend and his lover all in one and he never knew how lonely he'd been until he wasn't alone anymore. He had Prompto. Not just for sex but to curl up with and to talk to and to laugh with. He was his person.
His father was well aware of the changes in him and Noctis hadn't made it a secret that he'd taken a mate. Regis wasn't exactly thrilled with his son's choices in bonding so young wihout consulting anyone but he did not say much on the matter. It was done, unable to be undone now. And Regis did not dislike Prompto, quite the opposite. But he wished... he wished for a lot of things. That they had been older, that it had been under less dire circumstances, that they'd talked about it beforehand... but he couldn't regret the marriage. He could not, as a father, regret anything that made his son so happy.
It was Regis' idea that they hold the charity ball and that Noctis should attend. With Prompto. Officially. It was a positive way to bring Prompto out to the public, it would be a lovely way to take control of the PR moment and stage it in a nice light... and also not allow the reporters to eat Prompto alive. It was a perfect opportunity. Noctis couldn't deny it, but that required getting Prompto Ball-Ready which.... was why he was sitting flipping through music and wondering how he could teach his mate to dance. He didn't know how to dance, he just did it on command, he didn't think about it. How could he explain it?
He'd tried to get Ignis to teach Prompto only to be shot down. 'He is your mate, you will be the one leading him, he needs to learn how to read you, Noct, not any lead but you.'
And so here he was trying to figure out how to start this at home. Just them with some music. He had pushed the couch to the windows, the dining table too. The floor was wide open and before he saw Prompto, Noctis just wanted to get the steps in his head. He started a waltz and began stepping across the floor, arms out for an invisible partner. Expertly he danced alone but he was trying to mind his own movements and try to find words to explain them to his mate.
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Date: 2019-08-13 12:52 am (UTC)There was an awful lot to think about, but Noct was probably right. Some sleep would do wonders for them both. Prompto's last nap had been uneasy and Noct... when had he last gotten a good long rest?
"Sure, I got a lotta cuddles to make good on," Prompto said matter-of-factly. He slipped his arms around Noct's neck, pulling himself up a bit to make it easier for him to carry. Probably couldn't enjoy being picked up like this for much longer, not if he got heavy, so he'd have to indulge while he still could. But hey, it also meant he could get dessert without worrying so much about counting calories. He was eating for two now, right?
"Better get comfy."
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Date: 2019-08-13 01:40 am (UTC)"Hey, I could make it happen... I don't like the throne as it is, it's just the one, no room for spouses or kids." it was meant to show the power of the one king and to literally put him on a pedestal. It was a relic, the original throne from the Old Citadel and it was important. Also, it was cold and hard and Noctis fully intended to re-cushion the thing when he had to sit in it.
He slipped his arms under Prompto's body and carefully he stood and stepped out of the tub. Then he walked to the bed and put Prompto down on his side first. He crawled under the blankets next to him and didn't wait to be asked to snuggle up. He was exhausted, the news made him even more so. He expected Prompto would be up sick even more so he had to get his sleep while he could.
"I can't be anything else in this bed, I love this mattress, best sleep I ever had." he'd insist they bring this exact one to the citadel later on. It was so great he could fall asleep in seconds. He snuggled up to Prompto and buried his nose in his hair, he tangled their legs together and as a finishing touch he laid his palm over Prom's belly. If Prompto had anything to say before lights out he had best say it now because.... actually scratch that, Noctis was already out.
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Date: 2019-08-13 05:44 am (UTC)"I never really thought about it that way, I guess. But I imagine it'd get pretty rowdy if you had a whole line of chairs there. Especially with kids," he could imagine a row of Lucis Caelums, all fidgeting, or more likely, falling asleep in their seats as important business was conducted around them.
Prompto enjoyed the short trip to the bedroom, giving Noct an encouraging, but light series of kisses where he could reach his mate's neck. He was surprised how exhausted he felt, even just getting up for a bit to take the tests and emotionally unload their worries. Granted, a good portion of it was probably the sickness too. While the nausea had subsided, it was still humming in the background, giving him a sharp reminder when he moved about too much.
He didn't wait to get cozy, scooting up as close to Noct as he could, threading their fingers together where they met at his stomach. It was warm and comforting as well as comfortable. Prompto could feel Noct's breath grow slow and even, a sure sign he'd fallen asleep. Poor Noct had been up so much, and Prompto knew how hard it was for him to miss out on sleep. He traced slow circles on Noct's arm, pushing his own anxious thoughts away, at least for now. Right now, this moment, he wanted to remember it. Despite the worries that might come, he wanted to remember how happy they could be, how even small and simple things like his mate's arm around him reminded him of how much he was loved.
"Sleep tight... Daddy," he whispered, giving the word a much softer, more reverent cadence.