It didn't help that Gladio had a few years on him, but Noctis couldn't help but hold Gladio's sheer size against him. Â He was basically a monster. Noctis hated it. Noctis was small. Felt smaller. It felt like he was in Tenebrae again, his legs numb.
But he finds himself minding it less, with time. Gladio's taken to wearing a baggy sweatshirt, claims it's to protect his healing tattoo. Noct doesn't believe him, but he pretends to ignore the way Gladio hunches over and folds his shoulders in like he can shrink into himself if he tried just hard enough.
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Entry for day 7 @gladnoctweek - Prince and Shield Marriage-esque ceremony
It's somewhere in the lingering late-summer heat after Noctis' 18th birthday that the ceremony happens. The official announcement of Gladio as his Shield. The preparations had been a serious pain, and Noctis had done his best to dodge every single one. He didn't even realize it had been weeks since he'd last seen Gladio, until there he was, kneeling in front of Noctis with his head lowered. Noctis put his hand on Gladio's shoulder, resisted the urge to trace his fingertips over the outline of feathers he could picture so clearly underneath all this black-and-gold finery.
"Surprised they could find clothes that fit you." He whispered, doing his best to hold a serious expression on his face. He could see Gladio crack a grin, felt his shoulder shake with a repressed laugh.
Clarus' booming voice drowned them out, blocked out everything else. Noctis always felt so isolated during these ceremonies, there was a comfort knowing that Gladio would always be there with him now.
"Not all of us stopped growing when we were 12, Highness." Gladio quipped back easily. His voice had gotten deeper lately, was starting to take on a gravelly quality that still surprised Noct sometimes.
Someone kicked at the back of Noctis' foot, snapping his attention back to the ceremony as Clarus turned expectantly. Noctis ran through the practiced motions, letting his hand fall from Gladio's shoulder. He turned slowly to accept the heavy ornamental shield from the Crownsguards behind him. Stepped back to face Gladio, standing at attention now. Â
He really was a little breathtaking like this. Noctis paused, long enough for Gladio to notice his staring and smirk down at his a little. Noctis felt his ears burn with the beginning of a blush. He nodded his head lightly before he let it dissipate into the a shower of crystal light, "With Bahamut's blessing."
Noctis still wasn't used to sharing his link to the crystal, his chest squeezing tight was Gladio pulled the weapon into existence again almost immediately as he echoed Noctis' words.
A tiny secret santa appears for @key--of--destiny!
some love is a candy cane
557 words - Prompto surprises Noctis with Christmas gifts
Noctis rubbed his eyes, relatively sure his living room was still one big sleepy blur, if not some kind of lucid dream he'd been sleepwalking though. Â Bright gold garlands were thrown over the windows, there was a tree in the middle of the floor, wrapped in little twinkling lights and surrounded by a mound of presents wrapped in mismatched paper. His table had acquired a red tablecloth, and a cake. He was relatively certain that was a cake. Looking absolutely pleased with himself in the middle of it all, Prompto was planted in the middle of the couch, wearing a pair of plush reindeer antlers.
"How did you get all this up here?" Noctis blinked. Really, it was the 24th floor. He was legitimately impressed with the effort.
Prompto snorted, "Merry Christmas to you too, dude." He patted the cushion next to him, pouting until Noctis made his way over and flopped down next to him. "'Sides, I had some help."
"Ignis?"
"Santa." Prompto did his best to look properly scandalized. "Maybe a little bit Ignis. He did say he'd wear the hat when he came by later, though."
Noctis rested his head on Prompto's shoulder, smirking a little when he felt the blonde jump a little at the contact. "So what did ya get me?"
Prompto draped his arm over Noctis, wiggled around a little until they both sank against the plush back of the couch. "Okay, I got you three things— first!" Prompto shifted over, practically crawling on top of Noctis so he could reach into his pocket and fish out a small box wrapped in bright red paper. A gold ribbon looped into a slightly-crushed bow. Prompto displayed the package with a flourish before setting it onto the table.
Noct reached over to pick it up, only to have his hand smacked away by Prompto tutting a little reprimand. Noctis shot a look of faux offense in Prompto's direction, earning himself a punch to the shoulder.
"Can't open it yet! Second present first!" Prompto grinned, the beaming sort of victorious smile he tended to put on exactly when he wasn't actually feeling quite so confident. His hands clung and twisted in the hem of his shirt, detaching from their nervous working to gently cup Noctis' face and pull him in for a long kiss. It was surprisingly chaste, for as hard as Prompto was blushing as they separated. "Okay, open it."
"Gonna be hard to top that second one." Noctis teased, turning the little box over in his hand. Prompto laughed back, breathy and nervous. Noctis took his time tugging the knotted ribbon open.
"C'mon, Noct, you're killing me here." Prompto whined, nudging their shoulders together.
"You're such a nerd," Noctis chided, "I'm working on it." He picked the last piece of tape off and finally unfolded the paper from around the box. He could feel Prompto tense next to him as he revealed a small, hinged box. "Prompto—"
Prompto cut him off, clasping his hands tightly around Noctis'. Noct stared down, flipping the box open with his thumbs, revealing a silver ring set with a deep blue sapphire. "So, about that third present." Prompto's voice was shaking, barely rising above a whisper. Or maybe Noctis just couldn't hear over his heart pounding in his chest. "What d'you think, Noct? Wanna get married?"
Kinktober 2017- Bath/shower
Seriously, I just love small scenes with these losers
If Prompto had to pick a favorite of their rituals, it would absolutely be the baths. When Noctis would take his time running his fingers through Prompto's hair while warm water cascaded down his back, it represented a luxury he never could have imagined for himself when he was young. Ugly, unlikable, another disposable part of the empire's machine— that person he used to be had been rinsed away by Noctis, carefully rubbed from skin by strong fingertips. Prompto let his head tip back, earning himself a low laugh and a gentle kiss to the forehead. He was fully reborn.
Noctis woke up suddenly to Prompto's fingers frantically tangling into his. He let reflexes guide him, wrapping his arms around and pulling the gently sobbing boy close against his chest, letting one hand wander up to stroke through sweat-damp blonde hair.
"You okay?"
"Nightmare," the murmured answer came, more apology than explanation, "didn't mean to wake you up."
"I get it." And they were silent, tangled against each other until even their breathing synchronized.
"I'll always be here, okay?" Noctis barely whispered, unsure if Prompto was still awake, "You aren't alone anymore."
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"No, dude, sex pollen is totally real, this guy in Meldacio told me." Prompto leaned closer to the fire, eyes wide as he put on his best serious expression. "And the worst of 'am have these tentacles, right?" His fingers wiggling for effect, he inched closer to Noct, "They get up under your clothes and do all sorts of things." The exclamation point of his own sentence, Prompto pounced, tackling Noctis into the dirt, tickling his sides until both boys were a giggling heap on the ground. "Believe what you want, man, stories are true. Especially the egg laying thing."
Kinktober 2017 - Collaring
Petplay coming up strong here at the end of the month lol
Noctis didn't always collar Prompto, something that had helped it hold as much reverence as it did after so much time. He'd chosen one today, though— heavy black leather, the inside lined with thick black fur. It matched well with the formal robes set out for Noctis to wear, and Prompto realized with a thrill that Noctis would be showing him off today.
"Are we going somewhere today, master?"
Noctis paused a moment at the question. Hummed a little as he fit a small lock through the collar's clasp. "Since when am I 'master?"
"Sorry, majesty?"
"Whatever you like, pet."
Prompto had a whole language of smiles, all half-tilts and sideways glances that Noct had been deciphering since high school. This one said, "Sorry buddy, bad news" with a touch of mischief, some other shoe waiting to drop. It all flipped into something a little more flirty as he got close enough to sling an arm over Noctis' shoulder.
"Barely had the budget for it, but talked Iggy into separate rooms." He nuzzled closer, pressing a kiss behind Noct's ear, all hot breath, "Couldn't afford doubles, though. But you aren't gonna make me sleep on the floor, right?"
