A/N: Welcome to this little collection I'm starting for Promptis Week - and which I might add more stuff to later if I feel like writing more short Promptis stories! Before we start, I want to thank my dear friends on Discord (you know who you are^^) because these fics came to life thank to you. 3 Also, the biggest thanks ever to my faithful beta Voxiferous who has helped me so much and keeps up with me spamming new fics at her :D

Promptis Fan Week 2017 Day 1: Realization- the moment they knew it was love.

Plot: Pillow fort fluff

Rated T - for... language I guess? Better safe than sorry - but, honestly, it's just pure fluff.

Warmth

Noctis had had a shitty day, by all accounts. Gladio had torn him a new one for slacking off on training; Ignis had gone on and on about how he should at least look interested at council meetings - and all Noctis could think about was how he was fucking seventeen and that he had never asked for any of this so just leave him the fuck alone.

Or, if someone really had to be there with him, then let it be Prompto.

Prompto never bugged him about being a prince. He didn't expect Noctis to be more muscular, to pay more attention - to do anything, really. Prompto seemed to just enjoy Noctis' presence; even when Noctis was silently brooding, Prompto never seemed annoyed. He'd just smile, make a lot of stupid jokes, or try to distract Noctis with whatever silly thing he had seen online. Noctis felt like a normal person around Prompto, and he found himself seeking his company more often than not.

So, it came as no surprise that when he came home that night to a text from Prompto asking if his day had been alright, his reply was: "today sucked - wanna hang out?" Of course, Prompto's reply was immediate: "on my way" - followed by a string of insanely elaborate emoticons that Noctis never really understood, but which made him smile anyway.

It would take Prompto a while to get to his apartment, so Noctis just flopped down onto the couch, burying his face into a bunch of pillows, and let his thoughts drift off. He must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing he knew he was on his back and his best friend's smiling face was hovering above him.

Noctis groaned, twice for good measure, shifting on the couch and putting his arm over his eyes to shield them from the overhead lighting. "Hey," he said, his voice hoarse with sleep.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty," Prompto teased, poking Noctis in the ribs. "Good thing I have keys, or you would have left me out there to die."

Noctis huffed and lifted his arm just enough to look at his best friend. "How long have you been here?"

"About fifteen minutes. I thought about shaking you but then you woke up on your own - I'm actually impressed," Prompto smirked.

Noctis just groaned again and rolled over onto his side, trying to push Prompto off the couch in the process - with little success.

Prompto's laugh echoed throughout the room. "Is that how you treat your guests?"

Noctis mumbled something against the pillows, but his mood was lightening already. Prompto just had that effect on him, for some reason. He shifted again and lifted his head to try and glare at his friend - but when he saw the warm way Prompto was looking back at him, he could only manage to sigh and give him a small smile.

"So," Prompto said softly. "What do you want to do?"

Here, that was just one of the many reasons he enjoyed Prompto's company. No one else in Noctis' life ever asked him what he wanted. Also, Prompto never pried. He never asked Noctis what was wrong; he just waited for him to be ready to talk. And Noctis - well, he truly appreciated it .

"Dunno," Noctis muttered. "Just want to escape and hide away somewhere."

Prompto looked thoughtful for a moment, and Noctis noticed how his friend was worrying his lower lip as he tried hard to come up with something. Funny, how he noticed these kinds of details about his best friend much more lately.

Suddenly, Prompto's face lit up, and he was pulling Noctis off the couch. "Hey," Noctis grumbled, "what the hell?"

"I have an idea," Prompto said, in his very own bubbly way that made Noctis half-scared, half-excited. "Go hide in the bathroom."

"What?"

"I need you out of the living room and your room, so go hide. Come on, trust me!"

Noctis gave his friend a very dubious look, but eventually couldn't resist Prompto's puppy eyes and sighed, walking towards the bathroom. "Don't break stuff," he teased, before closing the door.

Listening through the door didn't exactly help Noctis figure out what Prompto was doing - there seemed to be a lot of rustling and giggling, with the occasional sound of chairs being dragged around. He sighed again, then almost fell forward when Prompto opened the door he was leaning against.

"Dude, were you spying on me?" Prompto said, looking vaguely offended in the dim lighting the flashlight on his phone provided.

Oh, yeah, because Prompto had turned all the lights off. Which, somehow, triggered a weird nervous feeling in Noctis' stomach - but not in a bad way.

"I was trying," Noctis huffed, crossing his arms.

Prompto only rolled his eyes and swatted Noctis' arm, before giving him a warm smile. "Well, wanna see for yourself?" he asked, extending his arm in the direction of the living room.

Noctis took a few steps, turning on the flashlight on his phone as well, then stopped and blinked a few times when the insane structure that was now in the middle of his living room came into focus. His couch and TV had seemingly disappeared under what seemed to be a dozen of bedsheets arranged Gods-knew-how over the area - probably why Noctis had heard some chairs being moved around. He could see the faint glow from the TV from underneath and just shot Prompto an incredulous look.

"Wait," Prompto said, almost jumping with excitement. "It gets better."

Noctis watched as Prompto went to the structure and folded up part of one sheet, gesturing for Noctis to join him. Noctis stepped forward, then bent over a little to get inside whatever this thing was, and had to blink once more. It wasn't as big as it had seemed from the outside after all, mainly because there were pillows everywhere, as well as spare blankets Prompto must have gotten from his closet, and the poofy comforter that usually was on Noctis' bed. The TV screen showed that Prompto had loaded in the latest Assassin's Creed game that Noctis hadn't been able to shut up about; and he could see a few various bottles and sweets tucked away in a corner.

"Prom… what…" Noctis said, his mouth hanging open. There was a warm feeling spreading inside his chest, and a huge lump forming in his throat.

"What, you never made a pillow fort before?" Prompto asked, raising one eyebrow at Noctis as he settled in front of the TV. "Though, I have to say, I never made one this cool. Your place has way more potential for this than mine."

Noctis was still standing there, unable to move as his eyes went from the TV to the blankets and from the pillows to his best friend. His best friend, who had left his house late at night just because Noctis had told him he had had a bad day. His best friend, who had made him a pillow fort - something that Noctis had heard of but had never had the opportunity to make as a child - just because Noctis had said he needed to hide and escape his world.

His best friend, who sat there surrounded by fluffy pillows, his freckled face lit up by the TV and his radiant smile never faltering.

Suddenly, it all made sense. The way Noctis sought Prompto's company so much. The little details he noticed about his best friend. How his mood would lift whenever they were together. The current warmth in his chest.

The way he wanted nothing more than snuggle against Prompto right now and fall asleep with his best friend's arms around him.

"Noct?" Prompto asked with a hint of worry in his voice, and that was when Noctis realized that he still hadn't moved.

Noctis wasn't sure whether or not he should be terrified by how he felt. It wasn't as if he had any experience with feelings or romance or anything… What exactly should he be doing now?

"Hey, Noct… I, um… If you hate it, I can take it all off, okay?" Noctis heard Prompto say, and noticed Prompto fidgeting, scratching the back of his neck. "I just thought…" Prompto trailed off, looking kind of sad - and that was so, so not a sight that Noctis was able handle.

He acted on instinct, plopping on the floor next to Prompto, dropping his phone on a pillow somewhere, and wrapping his arms around his friend, holding him close. Prompto tensed at first, and Noctis was sure he heard him gasp, but he didn't move, burying his face in his best friend's neck

"Thanks, Prom," Noctis whispered, and he felt Prompto relax in his arms.

"It's nothing," Prompto breathed out, hugging Noctis back.

Alright, maybe Noctis was, in fact, in love with his best friend. Maybe he had been for a while now. And maybe he had no idea how to deal with it yet. But, as they both sat there holding each other, Noctis thought that these feelings probably weren't so terrifying after all.

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