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Warning: Noctis/Prompto.

Note: Enjoy.

Summary: Despite being the crown prince, Noctis Lucis Caelum is also considered the ultimate fuck boy of his kingdom. There is always someone new underneath his arm every single week. He's overconfident in his abilities, claiming his charm isn't limited to just any one group of people. His friends believe otherwise, however, and dared him to try to get inside of Prompto Argentum, a cute photography nerd in their school. Can Noctis succeed and prove his friends wrong? And, how will Prompto react when he finds out that their relationship was just a cruel bet?

Chapter One

For the longest, Noctis claimed his princely charm can just about land him anything and anyone. Every single week, in fact, he has someone new writhing underneath him in bed. Even so, most of his acquaintances were all drawn into his embrace from a bet with his friends. They agreed with Noctis about his princely package, believing people only slept with him for his royal rank - either intimidated to refuse him or captivated by his good looks. They still made bets with him, however - nicknaming him Lucis' ultimate fuck boy and hoping his charm would run out soon enough or a brave soul would straight out refuse him.

When his phone vibrated, Noctis mischievously grinned and opened the text from his newest, little plaything. "I told you guys he was going to be easy," he gloated, showing his friends the shirtless picture sent to him by a nobleman's son. "It should go without saying. I can get anyone I want."

His bodyguard, Gladio Amicitia, pushed his phone aside and sighed. "Whatever, Highness! We don't believe you. There are some people left in Eos still repellent to fuck boy charm," he stated, earning himself a playful smirk and curious stare from the Lucis prince. "But, I can't believe people still fall for you, even after knowing you're going to break their hearts in a week."

His royal adviser, Ignis Scientia, nodded and agreed with Gladio. "Yes, I haven't lost all faith in your generation yet," he promised, light brown eyebrows furrowing together in annoyance at his prince's promiscuous activities. "I still think that they're some people out there who won't be just affected by your good locks. Perhaps they'll fall in love with your personality, if you'll stop thinking with your dick for once."

Noctis laughed at his royal retainers, blue eyes mischievously twinkling at the thought of making yet another foolish person fall in love with him. "You guys are so optimistic! They all just want me for this royal package and nothing else," he declared, his shoulders shrugging in acknowledgement. "Since I'm a good prince, I serve my people and give it to them, but they have to get down on their knees and - "

Gladio shrieked, choking on his drink and coughing profusely. "Shut up, man!" he sputtered out. "I don't want to know what you make them do in the bedroom."

Ignis sighed and shut his green eyes, a disappointed expression morphing into his handsome face. "These are your citizens!" he hissed. "You can't use them in such degrading ways."

An amused chuckle slipped from in-between Noctis' pale, pink lips. "I don't see why not," he grinned, his chiseled chin nestled inside the palm of his hand. "They want it, anyway. Whether they admit it or not, they all want to serve me in more ways than just one."

"You shouldn't think so negatively," Ignis consoled, his green eyes opening and staring sympathetically into Noctis' beautiful blue ones. "They are people out there who genuinely love you. You won't give them a chance, though. You automatically assume they just want to sleep with you or desire you for your royal rank. Not all are like that, Your Highness."

"Really?" Noctis scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Who isn't like all the noble whores winding up in my bed at night, then?"

"His name is Prompto Argentum," Gladio revealed. "He isn't like your … nobles whores. He goes to your school, too. He also really likes you. I mean, he likes you a lot."

"Yeah, I know who he is. But, are you serious?" Noctis asked, raising an elegant eyebrow in surprise. "I never quite bothered with him. He's such a nerd. But, come on, guys! So, what if he likes me? How do I know it's genuine? He seems so easy, anyway."

"Don't talk like that, Noctis! He's a real sweet kid," Ignis chided, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know you switch partners every single week, after you finish getting into their pants. You won't be able to do that with Prompto, though."

"I bet I can," Noctis claimed, the corners of his lips tugging up into a smirk. "You said it yourself. He likes me. It won't take a week for him to give it up, then."

"We'll see," Gladio challenged. "But, in the end, you're going to be eating those words."

"Sorry, Your Highness," Ignis smiled. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to agree with Gladio on that."

"Whatever!" Noctis scoffed, standing up and walking away. "He's just like those nobles - easy and gold digging."

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