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Warning: Noctis/Prompto.
Note: Enjoy.
Summary: Prompto wasn't crying. Noctis should've known better. The nicest people are always the scariest when angry.
Chapter One
By this time, Noctis should have woken up.
However, Prompto still had his doubts. After all, Noctis was known to sleep late into the afternoon on Sundays. The Lucis king didn't have much to do on Sundays, anyway. His schedule was free from meetings and interviews on Sundays – meaning he was free to do whatever he wished on Sundays, not like Prompto, though.
Unfortunately, Prompto's schedule was loaded on Sundays. So, Prompto couldn't sleep in with his husband. It's why Prompto woke up so early on Sundays – trying to clear up his schedule, and join his husband again in bed. He couldn't today, though. The blonde was bombarded with so many meetings, which left him with quite a headache.
So, Prompto just really wanted his husband right now. He was drained and depleted of energy – exhausted from all the meetings, especially because he was asked so many questions about his marriage. It was a hot topic – considering many people still didn't want to accept that Lucis and Niflheim were now one.
He didn't meddle in the affairs of Lucis, though. In return, Noctis didn't meddle in the affairs of Niflheim. In fact, Noctis and him ruled their lands separately, like they should. After all, Noctis isn't from Niflheim – completely unaware of how things work in the empire. Similiarly, Prompto isn't from Lucis – ignorant to how things work in the Lucian kingdom.
XOXO
"What are you doing, Noctis?"
In an instant, Noctis looked towards the threshold. He saw Prompto standing there – wide eyed, body trembling, and breathing ragged. He slowly stood up, with Ignis following in suit. His shirt was unbuttoned, just halfway. It revealed everything, though. The love bites he had been hiding were out in the open now, which were both old and fresh.
Of course, Noctis tried to explain his actions. The blonde had no intentions of listening to him, though. His beautiful bride began thrashing their room – breaking their furniture: mirrors, nightstands, dresser, and bed. His beautiful bride broke them all – his fingernails shredding through the mattress, not caring that his fingers were bruised and bleeding.
There was no stopping Prompto, though. However, Noctis still had tried to. But, Prompto had slapped him square across the face. The blonde's blood smeared across his cheek – a reminder that he had hurt his beautiful bride, who wasn't crying. The blonde was shaking – his body trembling from fury, with his eyes glowing deep red.
XOXO
"Is this the bed you use to cheat on me, Noct? Is this the bed you fuck Iggy on, Noct? How dare you defile our wedding bed, my love?!"
Without hesitation, Prompto shredded through the mattress again. He could feel some of his fingernails ripping off, but didn't care. His husband tried stopping him, though. It just enraged him more, even to the point of slapping Noctis across the face. It made him feel good, like Noctis could feel the pain that was coursing through his heart right now.
Of course, Prompto never laid a hand on Noctis before. His husband had broken their marriage vows, though. He couldn't resist the temptation, then. He won't cry either – eyes dry, especially because he's not sad, like people thought he would be. He was so furious – shaking from head to toe, even seeing red.
After all, Prompto was a good spouse. He won't question himself, not when he had been faithful and loyal. He won't dare second guess himself – never will he doubt himself or his love. This betrayal was uncalled for, then. It's something he hadn't seen coming, especially because he had thought that their relationship was perfect.
XOXO
"Do you know who the fuck I am, Noct? Do you, my love?!"
"Yes, I do, Prompto."
"Let me remind you again. I'm the fucking Emperor of Niflheim. I have a whole army who can wipe you off of the fucking map."
"I'm so - "
"Clean this shit up."
Of course, Noctis wanted to reach out. He wanted to embrace Prompto – hold his beautiful bride again, like he had before. He knew that was impossible, though. He would probably get slapped, even get backhanded. It was a surprise when he had been slapped, especially because he didn't think that would ever happen.
However, Noctis had discovered a whole new side to Prompto. He had never known Prompto could get so angry before – acting and lashing out in blind rage, but perfectly valid rage. He had betrayed Prompto – hurt someone so sweet and innocent, with someone they considered a good friend.
So, Noctis couldn't blame Prompto. The blonde was within his rights. He would let his beautiful bride wreak havoc – raise hell, if that made him feel better. He should've known better - should've known that the nicest people are the scariest when angry, and pushed to their limits.
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