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Secrets || Promptis

Title: Secrets Pairing: Promptis Genre: Angst Word Count: 1.4k Author note: Physically hurt to write i never wanna do this again get out of my life Promptis angst never again nope. __ It's a secret they dare not tell anyone, not Gladiolus, Ignis, no one. They keep their feelings locked in, through journeys and travels it's unspoken and kept silent. Of course the innuendos are killing them softly from the small compliments on their fighting skills to the actual appearances they hold. Prompto's heart may race when his king smiles, sparks sting his skin when they high five. His tough guy exterior is always breaking when the other asks if he's okay. He's not okay cause the burning feeling in his stomach to hold, touch, have him rips at his skin every damn day that goes by. He wants Noctis to grab him and take him, he wants to tell his king, "god I love you" But he can't. To Prompto he's someone else’s so he hides it all, flirts with other girls to the point where they convince him to go on dates with Cindy, compliment and hit on Lestallum girls. Flex and smirk at people he had little to no interest in cause they're not him. They don't know him like Noctis knows him. They don't get him, his jokes and smiles. They can't read him like his best friend can. Noctis knows when he lies, when he fakes a smile or forces confidence through a cracked proud exterior. Prompto always leaks wise cracks and the kings dark eyes see through that persona instantly and can always tell when the blonde is broken. Prompto hates it yet he craves the attention from him even if he shrugs it off and says "I'm fine" He's not but he can't ruin it, he can't step in on the love and hope his king shares with Luna, Lunafreya js beautiful and everything Noctis could want. He'd never be enough. He's not her, he's not a woman and he never could be what Noctis wants. It hurts like a bitch to see Noctis dreamily talk about Luna, sending her letters. He doesn't hate Luna, he adores her. He's simply envious they she receives the kind of affection he craves. There's nothing he'd want more than kisses, hugs, to hear the word love from Noctis to him. He'd be lying if he didn't think about making a move but the constant sinking feeling in his stomach of the guilt would torture him.Noctis' eyes gaze at Prompto going through the photos on his camera. It aches as he opens his mouth as if his lips are glued together. He asks Prompto to be his best man as they sit by the light of the campfire. In the moment, it's so silent you can hear the Duelhorns stomp and Sabertusks in the distance. And the small, faint sound of something breaking. Promptos expression falls and he pulls up that soft, oh so pathetic smile. "Of course," His tone is short and he soon yawns. "We should sleep, it's a long day tomorrow lover boy!" He says over enthusiastically to coat the bitter, broken sadness underneath. He enters the tent and curls up. 'Don't cry', he chants in his head. 'Don't do it' he whispers to himself next to the other sleeping men. Noctis dumbfounded, stares at the fire and lies back on the ground, head tilted on his Chocobo. He sighs knowing Prompto isn't okay and it hurts. Did he do something wrong? Noctis sometimes wondered why Prompto didn't say anything? Why he rarely spoke his mind? He didn't know the risk of more than needed to be spilled out in a ramble of emotions and feelings. Noctis looks over at the sleeping blonde, head bobbing on the leather seats of Regalias innards. He smiles, he combs his blonde locks back and admires the freckles, his eyelashs and how long they are. His eyes trail. His toned arms folded behind his head, Prompto wasn't unhealthy or grossly thin. He was fit and Noctis admired it. He always believed Prompto was helpful, and very kind. The optimism made him jealous cause he yearned to be as happy as him and always wondered why he wasn't. Except when they were together, it rubbed off onto him. He remembers life without him, those years in elementary school were awful. Every kid craving the attention of the prince, every girl pulling still his arms and hugging him. He'd get annoyed but the day Prompto said hi was nice. He wasn't loud or trying too hard cause he was royal, he was genuine. He smiled and leaned back, staring at the sleeping gunman. He bit his lip, remembering that simply heartbroken expression he had when he asked him to be his best man. Was he expecting something else?Prompto whined and shifted in the seat, arms cradling his head on the car door as wind washed through his golden locks. Since they were teenagers Prompto was his own Chocobo friend. "Noct! We're Chocobros now!" The voice boomed at him in a memory he held dear. The boys laying in the grass of his royal garden and laughing about junk only they'd find funny. Prompto would find any excuse to take photos of everything. Noctis smiled more, chuckling under his breath. It felt like it was just them in the car. He reached over and stroked his hair, the bond he shared with Prompto was so unique, he loved it. Him. He pulled his hand back when Prompto's eyes fluttered and he saw Altissia in the foreground. The frown Noctis saw form was a dreadful feeling in his chest to endure. 'Don't frown' he murmured in his head, he wanted to make sure Prompto never frowned. He hated it, he loathed it when Prompto was sad. Nothing ached more. The room was enormous as the four were guided to a fitting room. Everything was ready within a week of being in Altissia. The sightseeing was blissful and Prompto sadly took advantage of the last days he had with having Noctis to himself. Constantly hanging out, going to views, restaurants and riding Chocobos to the beach and back. Ignis and Gladio were fitting into form fitting black suits and Noctis was doing up Prompto's tie. Prompto's adams apple bobbed nervously as he gulped. Noctis' heart pounded as he gazed at it discretely. His mouth watered and he couldn't even explain why. Prompto looked, amazing. He'd never seen him so handsome, so put together. His hair still a Chocobo looking catastrophes but he loved every strand where it was. Prompto smiled "let me help you there Noct" his leather gloved hands went up, he refused to remove them, to Noctis' neck. He tied his bowtie and kept a gaze with a Noctis. The other two left the room for food, Ignis wanted more recipes of course. Prompto's chest hurt so much, it felt like his heart was being squeezed. "I'm so happy for you, you know that" he said, "You've come so far and, and you're so strong Noct" he said in admiration.Noctis looked at his lips as Prompto's gaze was down. He wanted it, he wanted those on his, he wanted those hands around him. He wanted to take Prompto now and make him smile again, one last time because right now. Noctis could tell, it wasnt real, it wasn't true. That smile was fake and broken. Prompto wasn't happy and he didn't like it. Prompto smiled more and stood back "Perfect" he said, looking at his friend fitted in a gorgeous royal tux, medals strapped to his chest and a blue velvet sash. He heard Ignis enter "Come on, it's time." Prompto grinned painfully "Come on, you gotta be there for her when she's walking" he said. His voice lined in nothing but longing, agony. Prompto went ahead and Noctis grabbed his hand quick "Prompto I-" Prompto froze, No. He smiled and shook Noctis' hand off "Dude you okay?" He asked, clearly neither of them were but Prompto could never read Noctis as well. Noctis gulped, "Yeah" his tone was monotoned. Prompto's hands squeezed each other seeing Luna walk down. She was, stunning. The most beautiful bride and Noctis deserved nothing but. Noctis deserved her more than Prompto deserved him. Their love was everything but wholesome. Prompto shut his eyes and smiled when they kissed. Tears pricking his lashes like morning dew on grass. Noctis could always be his in his heart, memories and dreams. He could love in another time maybe? Another world. Noctis looked back and the blonde was dabbing his eyes and he mouthed "You okay?" Prompto's voice was louder than ever, it boomed in Noctis' ears. "Happy tears" They weren't and it couldn't be more unfair. More untrue. Prompto was an awful liar.

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