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1. “Come over here and make me.” 

“Excuse me?” The words fall from cold lips. Harsh gold eyes glare across the white room.

Axel glares back, arms loose at his sides. “I said, come over here and make me, Saix. I’m not going to do that.”

“So,” Saix says as unfeeling as ever. “That’s it then. Not even your oldest friend means anything compared to these...children.”

Leather creaks as Axel’s hands curls into fists. “My oldest friend wouldn’t act like this. I don’t know who you are.”

“I’m the one delivering our Superior’s orders. You will do this or they’ll kill you. Is that what you want? To become true nothing over nobody?”

“You think you’re so clever. Fuck you, Saix. I won’t hurt kids.”

Saix’s eyes practically glow like the moon behind him. “No? That didn’t stop you in Castle Oblivion. How old was Zexion again? Not much more than Roxas.”

“It’s...different. Roxas is-.”

“Roxas is a nobody, you are a nobody, and it is a puppet. Stop playing pretend and return to reality, Axel. You’re too old to be playing house.” Saix turns and looks out the window. “Now, go find them and bring them back.”

Axel aches with the need to break the shell around the other man. To burn him, to smash him into the ground until the gold is gone and he sees the smile that he misses more than anything. He curls his hands into fists. No. Even if he’s forgotten, I remember.

“As the Superior orders,” he hisses. “Let me know when you decide to think for yourself again.” Axel exits the room before he can hear any kind of reply.

I’m so sorry this took as long as it did! I know it’s been like, two months, maybe longer. Ugh! I’m so sorry!!

Anyway, I had a lot of fun with this one. It took some out of the box thinking, but I made it work! I hope you enjoy it!

Prompto + Lunafreya = “Let’s have a baby!”

Word Count: 1,094

When Prompto had gotten an urgent text from Lunafreya thatmorning, he had expected something dramatic. The possibilities ran endlessly inhis mind as he thought of the message.

*Luna*

(8:02 AM): We need to talk.(8:03 AM): Meet me at the coffee house now.

Sighing, and rather reluctantly, he pried himself away fromthe sleeping beauty beside him, dark hair tousled and drool slowly pool fromthe open corner of his mouth. Ah, yes, Noctis was indeed a charmer, but he wasPrompto’s charmer. With a clean face and several goodbye kisses later, Promptoslid out the door and into the streets of Insomnia. 

The city was bustling at this hour. People made theirmorning commute to work, or, for the night shift, made their way home. Mostmornings, Prompto was part of the flow, falling into step beside some businessman with a briefcase, then sliding into a seat just as the train car closed itsdoors. Working part time at the local electronics shop wasn’t all thatglamourous, but it was a job that helped pay the bills, or, as Noctis liked torefer to it, extra spending money. Okay, so he didn’t need to work, but he wasa college student that wanted to provide something to his otherwiseunreasonably lavish relationship.

This morning, however, he hooked a right out of the buildinginstead, and as if on autopilot, his feet carried him the two blocks to thecoffee shop Lunafreya mentioned in her text. It was a little out of the way forher now that she lived closer to the outskirts of the Citadel, but she alwaysmanaged to be the first one there. Sitting just in the view of the window, inthe back right corner of the shop, she sat, two cups on the table and apastries for the both of them in the middle.

“This better be good,” he teased as he yawned, stretchinghis arms over his head as he plopped into the seat across from her. “It’s myfirst day off from work and school in over a month. Noct was not happy aboutletting me leave.”

Lunafreya waved him off and beamed at him. He knew thatlook. It was a look that she got when she was outrageously excited aboutsomething. Her eyes sparkled, and her skin glowed. Prompto almost had the gallto ask her if she had just gotten laid, but the soothing feel of coffee warminghis tired bones made him forget the jab altogether.

“Prompto, let’s have a baby.”

If Prompto hadn’t been sitting down, he would have collapsedon the floor right then and there. As it so happened, he had been. Hot coffeecaught in his throat, and he squeaked as he coughed, desperately trying toswallow the light and sweet brew. Now wide awake, he looked at her, eyes fullof disbelief and confusion.

“What? You wanna run that by me again?”

Lunafreya rolled her eyes and leaned closer to him as thoughhe reaction was overdramatic.

“I said, let’s have a baby.”

Prompto sat back and pinched the bridge of his nose. Heshould have known better. He should have just ignored her text, put his phoneback on the nightstand, and went back to sleep with his boyfriend, whom he wasextremely envious of in that moment. Leaning closer again, he waved a fingerbetween them, and Lunafreya made a face behind her own cup of coffee.

“Oh, goodness, no. I meant yourself and Noctis,” sheexplained, and Prompto gaped at her.

“Luna, you do realize that’s not how this works, right? We’reboth – “

“Men, yes, I am fully aware,” Lunafreya cut him off, thentook another sip of coffee. Whatever was going on inside her royal head was farbeyond Prompto’s comprehension, apparently. He mentally ran through thepossibilities, like, adoption, and finding a random street kid and claimingthem as their own. He spluttered, hands wild as he tried to wrap his brainaround such an idea.

“What?” she asked, setting her cup down on the table, “Ithink you and Noctis would be excellent fathers.”

Prompto’s eyes flew open, and…was that a blush on hischeeks? Setting down his own cup, he felt his cheeks, but couldn’t tell if hishands were warm from the coffee, or if he really was blushing that hard.Regardless, he knew he was flustered, and he darted his eyes away from her,suddenly finding the swirl of milk atop his coffee absolutely fascinating.

“So you have thought about it?” Lunafreya teased, andPrompto could hear the delighted smile on her face without meeting her eyes.

“Well, yeah,” he admitted slowly, “but we’re still kidsourselves. I’m still in college, and Noct is still doing all that royaltraining. We have our own lives and goals we want to achieve without the weightof being responsible for a child.” Of course he’d thought about it. Every timethey were out together and saw parents with their kids, the thought crossed hismind. Not that he was dead set on raising on child, but the idea of raising achild with Noctis…well, it wasn’t all that bad.  

When he looked up again, Lunafreya was beaming at him. Herblue eyes were soft, understanding. A complete 180 from the look he imaginedshe would have.  

“What?” he asked, laughing a little, and he couldn’t helpthe smile that was tugging on his lips.

“That was a very adult response.” Lunafreya reached acrossthe table and brushed the tips of her fingers over his hand. Smiling, he gentlysqueezed her hand, then took his coffee cup back up, holding it so that hemight conceal some of the furious blush that was still burning his cheeks.

“Yeah, well, don’t tell anyone,” he joked, and Lunafreyagiggled. “Besides,” he continued, “If you want a baby so bad, you should haveone with Nyx.”

Silence fell between them. Lunafreya sat back, and Prompto liftedan eyebrow, a sudden cluster of nerves bunching in the pit of his stomach. Thiswas it. This was how he was going to piss off the princess of another nation tothe point of an Astral War. He watched as she adjusted the sleeves on heroversized sweater, then folded her arms in front of her, her eyes meeting his,unwavering.

“Maybe I will,” she declared, and a smirk curled on herlips. It had taken Prompto a moment, but the pieces clicked, and he barelycontained himself as he grinned ear-to-ear.

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