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Title: naturalmente, el príncipe
Summary: A midnight excursion to a bubble tea cafe lends itself to a surprise visit at the police station.
When blue and red lights flashed behind him, Ignis Scientia counted all the mistakes he had made that night. And when they were promptly booked in the district’s poor excuse of a police station, he calculated errors were made exponentially; that is, as time progressed, the situation worsened by mistakes happening closer and closer until they were irrevocably in deep shit.
Noctis, Crown Prince of the Lucis Kingdom, knocking on his door with a brilliant, mischievous smile that absolutely did not melt his advisor’s heart. Never mind that in order to indulge the prince’s whims, they would have to sneak through the Citadel and borrow a car. It was a small comfort for Ignis, in the scheme of things, that Noctis had not insisted on taking the Regalia.
Noct did insist on going to the 24-hour cafe in a shady neighborhood. Prompto and him had gone a few weeks ago and couldn’t wait to show Iggy. He knew it was worth his friend’s furtive glances and slight frown when a certain coffee bubble tea had him smiling, green eyes momentarily dropping their wariness.
At 17 years old, even with all his clearances, Ignis could not be driving past midnight. When the police officer told him as much, the advisor was ready to acknowledge his error and apologize.
Noct leaned forward and growled,“Do you know who I am? I’m Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum, heir–”
“Oh yeah?” the officer drawled, “Prince Night Light of the Sky, sure. Do me a favor boys, step out of the car.”
At 17 years old, Ignis felt proud to have kept his calm and composure in the face of the sneering officer. He knew when someone was out for blood, so to speak. Carefully noting the officer’s badge number, he acquiesced to a pat down and inspection of the car. The only thing that kept his charge from another outburst was one stern glare.