Edit: I fixed a text format issue.

Author's Note: my intense love for this ship will and cannot ever die. Short, sweet, possibly saucy drabbles? It's gonna be good, maybe. I dunno.

"Are you fucking blind?!"

Noctis could not describe to his friends how terrifying his afternoon had been when he had decided to get driving experience. (There was no justice in being the Prince and having to beg your own advisor for permission to drive your own car.) Prompto was particularly tickled when the prince had recanted his first accident and was nearly mauled by a woman in a beige winter coat with a red scarf and bright pink hair. He had a war wound to prove it, too—a lovely busted lip from the result of being slapped too hard.

"No way, I can't believe you let a girl beat you up, Noct!" The blonde clutched at his stomach, absolutely tickled by the thought of Noctis being slapped by some angry middle-aged mom.

"I wasn't trying to get anyone in trouble since," he mumbled under his breath, "technically Ignis didn't approve my request to take the Regalia..."

Prompto laughed harder at that, "I can't believe you actually took the car. I think my influence is rubbing off."

Noctis and Prompto had been standing in the garage and what had started off as trying to hide an accident from mom (Ignis) and dad (Regis) had quickly turned to Prompto making fun of Noctis for getting "beat up". Noctis sighed in defeat as he continued to look at the crumpled bumper of the Regalia—he was going to be killed, slowly and painfully. No way would Ignis ever let him touch the Regalia ever again. It was Noctis's car, technically but, try explaining that to Ignis, Mom of the fucking century.

A gloved hand rested on the solemn prince's shoulder, "Oh man, you're gonna die.

"I...could go to Cindy, do you think she'll fix it without telling Ignis?"

"Ha! Are you joking? Of course, she'll keep it a secret—the true problem is that Iggy's stare can weasel the truth outta anyone."

"This wouldn't have happened if that woman had given me the proper space between our cars. Doesn't the world know how to drive?"

Prompto playfully tapped Noctis's cheek with the back of his hand, "Noct, my sweet summer child, how are you still so blind? The world doesn't revolve around, Your Highness."

Noctis swiped at the blonde and Prompto evaded his swatting. "I know it doesn't. I'm just saying that people don't know how to drive."

Prompto ran a gloved hand through his hair and tsk's at the damaged car. His blue eyes squinted into confusion, "I don't even know why you bother driving when Iggy is around. You never have to lift a finger when he goes into Mom-mode."

Noctis's face contorted into a pout of sorts, one that happened when he was frustrated. His somewhat cool demeanor left his features and a childish frown replaced it. He hated to be reminded of how much Ignis (and Cor and Gladiolus and the servants) assisted him in his daily life. There was never a need for Noctis to put forth any effort, all he had to do was sit there and look absolutely stunning. Though, Noctis just couldn't live with such a life, could he? He just had to be the trouble child.

Prompto snorted again, sliding a finger across the white paint of the other car that had crushed the Regalia's bumper. "Man, you're fucked."

Noctis sneered, "Tell me about it."