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Warning: Noctis/Prompto.
Note: Enjoy.
Summary: Since his childhood, Noctis has felt incredibly alone. One day, Noctis ventures into the woods and finds a dollhouse, though. There, Noctis comes across Prompto - a young beautiful blonde boy, with old fashioned clothes and sorrowful facial expressions. However, Noctis and Prompto soon become fast friends, expect Prompto tells him he's actually a doll, not human. He's requested by Prompto to always remember their friendship, but what will happen if Noctis forgets, especially when he grows up?
Chapter One
When he had been eight, Prince Noctis couldn't fight off his loneliness anymore. He felt miserably alone, especially because he has no one, not even friends at his school. He doesn't blame his classmates, though. He understands that they're scared and shy, but still wishes for them to be his friends. For, if not them, then who else will be his friend?
However, Prince Noctis' classmates continued feeling intimidated by him. He hated how his royal status frightened them, but he can't change that. His birthright is an inevitable force, especially when the Lucian crown chose him. It's his destiny to be a king, even if he didn't want to be one.
So, Prince Noctis accepted his lonely life. He stopped wishing for friends, especially after acknowledging his classmates didn't want to befriend him. He focused more on writing to Lady Lunafreya, even if she so seldomly replied back to him, not that it can't be helped. His penpal is in Tenebrae, which is under attack by the Niflheim Empire, after all.
XOXO
When school ended, Noctis had been brought back to the Citadel. He feels lonely once again, not exactly enjoying his weekends much. It's because he has absolutely no friends to play with, expect for Lady Lunafreya, but she can't leave her kingdom, especially to visit him, of all people.
However, Noctis does spend time outdoors. He enjoys exploring the woods, even if his father forbids such adventures. He's grown quite attached to the woods, which is his getaway from reality and responsibilities nowadays.
So, Noctis couldn't help himself when school ended. He had took off and fled straight into the woods, not caring about his babysitter's protests. It's a safe haven, especially from his life and royal responsibilities.
XOXO
Though, Noctis comes across a strange house - a dollhouse. It stood tall in front of him,with a proud Victorian Era build. It was an aging old house, especially because of the chipping white and purple paint. It still radiated appeal and childishly charmed people, but in an ominous way, not welcoming or friendly.
However, Noctis couldn't help his sparked interest. He slowly stepped on to the porch, with his fingers coiling around the doorknob. He opened the front door and walked inside, then. His curious eyes scanning for life, not noticing someone standing atop the grand staircase and watching him.
"Hello?" Noctis asked, nervously biting his lips. "Does anyone hear me?"
"Yes, I do," someone replied, which startled Noctis. "Who are you?"
In an instant, Noctis spun around and faced the dollhouse inhabitant - a young freckled blonde boy. There was something odd about him, though. The blonde adorned an antique outfit, which seemed something almost a doll would wear, not an eight-year-old boy, especially nowadays. He still smiled and politically greeted the boy, though.
"I'm sorry for intruding on you," Noctis apologized, in a genuine voice. "My name is Noctis. What's yours?"
"Prompto," the blonde answered, walking down the staircase. "I'm afraid you should leave."
"I said I was sorry," Noctis pouted, bowing his head in shame. "We can play outside together. I promise it will be fun."
"I cannot go outside," Prompto confessed, stopping in front of Noctis. "My master does not allow it. You should leave before he comes home. If he sees you, he'll be very angry with me."
"Oh, I understand," Noctis sniffles, his blue eyes watering with tears. "Goodbye, then."
"Wait!" Prompto cries out, his hand reaching out for Noctis, which had a barcode tattooed on it. "I want to give you something."
Without hesitation, Noctis watched Prompto scurry into an office. The blonde boy returns with a doll, not just any doll, though. This dolls looks like Prompto, like a miniature replica of him. He still accepts the doll from Prompto, but out of curiosity and confusion.
"It looks like you," Noctis obviously states, hearing Prompto chuckle. "I don't understand. Why are you giving me this?"
"You'll find out soon enough," Prompto admits, smiling at Noctis. "Go on now, Noctis! I cannot have my master seeing you here. He's a very … strict man."
"Okay," Noctis says, walking towards the front door, with the doll in his hands. "Bye, Prompto."
"Goodbye," Prompto waves, watching Noctis disappear into the woods. "He think his first name grants him anonymity. It doesn't, Your Highness."
XOXO
When nightfall approached, Noctis was still lying awake in his bed. He had been tucked in, even read a bedtime story by his father, but he just couldn't fall asleep, not when he kept thinking about the strange blonde boy from earlier. He sighed and crawled out of bed, then. He turned the lights on and walked towards his toy chest, where he had stuffed the doll Prompto given him.
"It looks just like him," Noctis mumbles, touching the doll's beautiful blue eyes. "Why would he give me this, then? I don't understand."
"You still don't get it. Do you, Your Highness?" someone says, startling Noctis into turning around, and hugging his doll out of fear. "Isn't it obvious enough?"
"Prompto!" Noctis gasps, staring agape at the blonde in front of him. "Who let you in?"
"You did, Your Highness. After all, I am your doll now," Prompto said, smiling cheerfully, with his head tilting to the side. "Don't you understand? I'm not human. I never was. My master is a dollmaker. He's a very cruel man, though."
"You're a … You're a doll," Noctis stuttered, remembering how he had met Prompto. "That does explain a lot, like the odd outfit and tattoo. I mean, I also found you in a dollhouse."
"That's his workshop. It's where he crafts dolls like me," Prompto explained, grabbing Noctis' shoulders. "But, Your Highness, I gave you ownership of me. You're my master now. I'll play forever with you. After all, I'm your doll."
"Really?!" Noctis smiles, eyes sparkling with happiness. "You'll be my friend?!"
"Of course," Prompto agreed, laughing when Noctis started pulling him towards the toy chest. "You're call, Noctis. What do we play with first?"
"Let's pretend we're pirates," Noctis said, grabbing a wooden sword out of his toy chest. "I'll be Captain Noctis."
"Okay," Prompto indulged, taking out his sword next. "Then, I'll be Captain Prompto."
XOXO
The next night, Noctis and Prompto played hide n' seek. He let Prompto hide, though. The blonde doesn't know the palace very well, after all.
"1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … 5 … 6 … 7 … 8 … 9 … 10," Noctis counted, hearing Prompto's footsteps resonating against the tiles. "Ready or not, here I come!"
When he had finished counting, Noctis giggled and started looking for Prompto. He ran excitedly through the palace hallways, which startled the guards. He opened random rooms, not caring if important people were holding meetings there, too. He disrupted people in the library as well, especially his father's favorite scholars.
"You must be quiet in the library, Your Highness. These nice scholars are reading," Ignis scolded, which made him only giggle. "Why were you running around, anyway?"
"I'm playing hide n' seek with my friend," Noctis replied, with an innocent smile, but Ignis seemed so unconvinced. "He's hiding and I'm seeking."
"Can I help you, then?" Ignis asked, as Noctis nodded. "What's his name? How does he look like?"
"Prompto," Noctis answered, pulling Ignis towards the stairs. "He has freckles, blonde hair, and blue eyes. I think he's hiding in the restricted section."
"Wait a minute, Noctis! You just described your doll to me," Ignis said, raising an eyebrow, wondering if Noctis invented an imaginary friend. "Where did you get that doll, anyway? It seems like an antique."
"Prompto gave me the doll," Noctis smiled, tugging Ignis' hand again. "Come on, Iggy! He might change his hiding spot."
"Okay, okay!" Ignis sighed, following after an energetic Noctis. "Where is he?"
However, Noctis ran off again. He darted through the library shelves, with Ignis frustratedly calling out his name, but he just ignored his royal retainer. He found Prompto hiding behind the last library shelf, then. The blonde smiled at him, especially since Ignis had involuntarily become the seeker now.
"Follow me," Noctis whispered, leading Prompto towards a hidden passageway. "Let's ditch him."
"Sure," Prompto agreed, watching Noctis move a painting, just slightly enough for them to crawl inside of the secret passageway. "Wow! This is so cool."
Once outside in the garden, Noctis and Prompto burst into laughter. They were still holding hands, just staring at each other laughing, especially at the thought of ditching Ignis behind in the library, like the two mischievous boys they are.
"We're becoming such good friends," Prompto said, smiling happily.
"We are!" Noctis beamed, hugging his beautiful doll.
"Your Highness, I want you to promise something," Prompto requested, closing his eyes. "Promise me you won't forget me, not ever."
"I promise you," Noctis accepted, grabbing Prompto's hand, and leading him into the garden. "We're friends, after all!"
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