#knightcoded

“Dude- What. No? It just feels cool!”

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Most people would probably ask him “why”. 

Why was he so loyal to the crown, to the same one that had shut his people out over two decades ago, when the wall had fallen back to cover only Insomnia? Why did he go above and beyond the call of duty for the sake of Lucian king? Why would he agree to his majesty’s personal favor with little thought to the expenses it would put on him, the weight he’d be forced to bear every day that followed for what could be anywhere from days to weeks to months?

Libertus would probably call him an idiot, just as Nyx himself had in too many battles where he’d had to pull his childhood friend from beneath rock and rubble and more.

A hero? It was easier to say that Nyx Ulric was a fool, doomed to die either on the battlefield, in a familiar fit of reckless heroics or due to the stress of suddenly becoming the guardian of a fifteen-year-old boy that was describes as “a problem” by his former foster parents, “bright” by his majesty and “an idiot” by his highness. 

As if that wasn’t a dangerously bizarre enough cocktail, the briefing King Regis had given him in regards to his origin added a sour aftertaste that left Nyx wondering which of the three descriptors was most true. 

— Probably none of them.

“Prompto?” Nyx inquires, taking in the appearance of the young man who already doesn’t seem to suit any of the descriptions given to him. “Bright” was perhaps the best, but there was a dwindling glow about the boy, as if all of his hope was being sucked out of him with every step. 

He wondered how much he knew about this arrangement, if he was told that his guardian was a glaive in service to his majesty or if bringing him to the center of the city to his new guardian was all he had been told. 

Prompto expresses uncertainty about a third and Noctis can't help but pout. To anyone other than his closest friends, this would probably be a strange sight: His Majesty, the king of Insomnia, leaned into his prince consort, pouting and whining about Prompto's hesitance about having more children.

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For Noctis, the day had started off fairly normal, with his arms wrapped around his husband and a blond little boy whose bedhead rivaled his own trying to climb into their bed to rouse them.

But it had quickly spiraled into chaos when he ventured into the garden in search of the family dog and longtime companion of his: Umbra.

Where a messenger of the Astrals was concerned, Noctis had learned to expect the unexpected, which was a constant state of being for a man married to Prompto Argentum, who had just last week brought an entire chocobo home with him, much to the delight of everyone who saw it.

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“You dare me to what?” Noctis says with a laugh, hardly able to believe his ears. “Kiss a guy?”

Prompto’s looking a little too please with himself as he confirms what Noctis said, nodding his head and shaking the spikes in his hair with the movement, a bright smile on his face that Noct can’t help mirroring. 

“Sounds easy enough.”

He’s smiling, but it’s anything but. For starters, they’re dangerously low on guys with only the four of them around and he only had a desire to kiss one of them. It’s curious where he even came up with this idea, why he would even think to suggest it or if it was a curiosity that he blurted it out as he so often did. 

But Noct can’t convince himself that he ought to kiss one of the others, that Gladio or Ignis are a viable options at all. Instead, he finds himself asking, “You count, right?”

His boldness starts and ends there as he watches Prom’s eyebrows arch upwards, like he wasn’t expecting that—and of course he wasn’t. Way Prompto is, it’s no surprise. 

And he sees the way Prompto’s lips curl into a smile, awkward and barely held together with a short laugh that suggests maybe he thinks Noct’s kidding. It’s an assumption that Noctis shatters by leaning and capturing Prompto’s lips in a kiss, soft and sweet and all too brief for his liking as he pulls away. 

“You, uh, know I’m not straight, right?”