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Roses

Noctis had basically had his favorite flower picked for him.

He’d been surrounded by roses since he was a kid. They were everywhere, at parties, in the garden, at weddings or any other formal event. They had never seemed important to him—they seemed like an everyday occurrence.

It wasn’t until the day he showed Prompto the palace gardens that he thought anything special of them. First it was the sunflowers, and Prompto looked so awed by them that Noctis knew he had to get this boy sunflowers one day, and then it was the roses.

They’d just been casually walking through the garden that Prompto stopped him, grabbed his camera, told him not to move. Noctis didn’t understand at first, but he did as he was told, allowing Prompto take pictures of him as he wanted, only realizing that he’d been in front of the rosebushes when Prompto was finished.

This continued for years. Whenever they were in the garden, or passed by a rosebush in the city. Even when they left for Altissia, if they passed by roses, Prompto wanted pictures.

They were laying in the tent one night after Ignis and Gladio fell asleep, curled up with each other when Noctis finally asked why.

“Roses mean love and passion, and you look the most beautiful when you’re surrounded by them. They make you look like the king you are.”

Noctis kissed him for a long time after that.

Yeah, he had a favorite flower.