There were many times when Prompto requested to meet with Ignis; and this time was no different.

Ignis didn't even bother locking his door for he knew that soon enough Prompto would burst through and exciting tell him what so badly needed to be said. His stories would always range in extremeness too. Ignis recalled the time when Prompto came all the way to tell him about some Chocobos he had seen on his way home and even showed him the photos he took of them. Then there was the time when Prompto showed up at three in the morning in tears due to his depression. And in both cases, Ignis sat beside him and listened to what he wanted to say.

So it didn't really surprise Ignis when his door opened and Prompto stepped in. He nodded his head in greeting to Prompto but wasn't sure if he had seen it or didn't acknowledge it. But none-the-less, Ignis stayed silent and waited patiently for Prompto to begin. It took a few minutes for Prompto to work up the courage to say what has been on his mind for the whole day.

"Ignis? I have something to tell you." Prompto only used Ignis' full name instead of a nickname when it was something serious, so Ignis prepared himself for the worst.

"What is it, Prompto?" Ignis took a sip of his coffee, eyes scanning the newspaper idly.

"I think I might have a sugar daddy." Ignis chocked on his coffee.

Out of all the things that Prompto could have said to him, Ignis was not prepared for that.

Ignis coughed, "What do you mean you think have a sugar daddy?"

"I think I have a sugar daddy." Prompto repeated himself with a one-shoulder shrug.

"Explain how you think you have a sugar daddy." Ignis offered Prompto the seat across from him, not sure if the story would be a long one or not. He was going to need more coffee if it was.

Prompto took the seat, "Okay, so. Maybe a month ago I went to the club that's like right outside of the University's campus and I was just relaxing. I wasn't going to drink and I wasn't going to stay long. I just wanted a few minutes to chill out, yeah? So there I am, drinking some weird drink- that had no alcohol might I add- when the bartender slides a cocktail my way. I told him it's not mine but he knows that and says that some guy got it for me. So I look down the bar and there he is. He looked so amazing in the light and I wished I had taken a picture, although it would have been weird to take a picture of a stranger. So he comes over and we start talking and we hit it off pretty well. I had like three cocktails and we went back to this guy's hotel where we kissed and stuff before I threw up on him. Then we played video games but I fell asleep. When I woke up I had to leave immediately but got the guy's number. So we talked a bit before we agreed to meet up somewhere to hang out and we did. But listen to this, Iggy. He bought me clothes. Expensive clothes. I'm talking ten thousand gil per outfit and he bought me five. But I couldn't pay him back, you know? So I might have done a favor for him… a sexual favor." Prompto took a moment to take a breath as he saw Ignis looked at him from over his glasses. "What? It was the only thing I could do. But anyway, we started hanging out like that a lot. He does either buys me something or takes me somewhere expensive and I repay him with sex. And oh, Iggy, he does this amazing thing with his tongue where he-"

"Prompto. Please stay on topic." As much as Ignis cared deeply for Prompto, he did not want to hear about his sex adventures.

"Oh, sorry." Prompto sighed, "Anyway, just last week he bought me a new camera and took me to Altissia. Altissia! Do you know how hard it is to get there? He took me there like it was nothing. And of course I had to pay him back for that too so I did. So, I think I have a sugar daddy."

Ignis stared at Prompto for a few seconds before sighing himself, "Who is he, Prompto?" Might as well know who the guy is for emergencies.

Prompto sat up straight in his seat, "He's about this tall," He held his hand in the air far above his head, "He had black hair, and a beard, and the best blue eyes I've ever seen. Let's see, oh, he also-"

"Does he have a name, Prompto?" Ignis reached for his coffee and brought it to his lips.

"Yeah, his name is Noctis Lucis Caelum." Prompto was going to continue talking but stopped when Ignis chocked again.

Dear Astrals, he wasn't going to need more coffee he was going to need some alcohol. And a lot of it too.

Ignis put his head in his hand, "I cannot believe you are having sex with the King of Lucis."

"I'm having sex with the King of Lucis?" Prompto looked like a deer in headlights, his eyes wide and mouth agape. He would probably place some money on his skin looking pale as well.

Ignis looked at him, his own eyes slightly wide. "Did you not know you were having sex with the King of Lucis?"

"I didn't know I was having sex with the King of Lucis!"

"How did you not know you were having sex with the King of Lucis?" Ignis crossed his arms.

"I didn't know he's was the King of Lucis!" Prompto was basically shouting in surprise. He's pretty sure he heard someone bang on the ceiling and shouted at them but he was too surprised to try to figure out what they said.

"How do you not know he's the King of Lucis?" Ignis needed to lay down.

Prompto's cheeks heated up in embarrassment, "Ah… well… I never really… paid attention to who was ruling over Lucis." He did his best to avoid making eye contact with Ignis but he knew that the more he avoided those green eyes, the more irritated Ignis would become. Slowly, he made himself look Ignis in the eye. He was surprised to see that Ignis was more surprised than angry.

"How did you not pay attention? He took the throne ten years ago, Prompto. There was a big celebration for it. What were you doing?" Ignis was starting to wonder if he had any alcohol in his apartment.

"I don't know," Prompto shrugged, "Taking pictures, eating food, and fighting my depression." Ignis' face softened but Prompto kept going, "Besides, I was home alone and working to slim down. I wasn't going to go to a celebration with a bunch of food that would make me gain the weight I lost." Prompto began to mess with the newspaper that sat on the table, forgotten.

"Even then, it's been ten years since then. You must have heard his name being brought up."

"I never really cared about who was ruling the country. As long as Lucis is doing well and the people were happy then I'm happy." Prompto shrugged again.

Ignis sighed, "That's how revolutions are started. The king does well and everyone is happy until something happens and the people are going after his head. You really need to pay attention to the government more." Prompto nodded.

Ignis started at Prompto for a while before speaking again, "Do you love him?"

Prompto's head shot up, "What?" Ignis was going to repeat himself when Prompto cut him off, "Do I love him? No, why would I? I mean, I shouldn't." A pause, "Should I?" He looked up to Ignis.

"It is not a wise decision. There have many cases where someone in your position will fall in love with their provider only for the love to not be returned. Remember, Prompto, he is only interested in your presence and body." Ignis was taken aback from the glare that Prompto gave him. "I simply do not want you to fall into an unrequited love. I do not mean to say anything malicious about his Majesty. Just be careful, Prompto."

"Alright. I'm sorry, Iggy." Prompto glanced at the clock on the wall, "I'm going to get out of your hair. I've got things to do." Prompto stood up and made his way to the door. Ignis followed him.

"Do not be sorry, Prompto. You have not done anything wrong. Please be safe on your way and remember that I am always here for you." Ignis gave him a smile as he watched Prompto go down the hall.

Prompto waved goodbye to him, mind clouded with his newly received information.

The days seemed to go by fast until it was Friday again and Prompto stood outside of the hotel. He started up at the tall building wondering if he could fake a cough and avoid meeting Noctis. But he knew he couldn't avoid him forever and he needed to overcome this problem.

"Good evening, Mr. Argentum." The doorman greeted him.

"Come on, Edwin. I've told you to call me Prompto." He walked over to Edwin, intent on having a nice conversation and to stall for time. Edwin, a man much older than Noctis, had learnt who Prompto was and was always kind to him. He never seemed to care that Prompto was in and out every week and that he always came with Noctis. He had started talking to Prompto one day while he was waiting for Noctis to come down and decided to keep the boy company as he waited. They were on a first name basis now, or at least getting close to that point.

"Forgive me. Are you waiting for Mr. Caelum again?"

Prompto glanced towards the door, "No, not today. I'm just… preparing myself for today." He needed this conversation to go on for another four hours. Then he could call Noctis and tell him that he got tangled up in talking with old friends and lost track of time. Which wouldn't be an exact lie.

Edwin chuckled, "Ah, I see. It's going to be an exciting night, is it? Well good luck to you."

Prompto sputtered to correct Edwin but the older man had already turned to an incoming guest and was talking to them instead. Prompto sighed and looked up at the hotel once more before making his way inside.

The whole elevator trip to the penthouse was spent in silence while Prompto argued with his mind. He almost didn't step out when he arrived at the floor. But he pushed himself and made his way to the only door down the hall. He took in a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Noctis opened the door, "Prom! I was wondering when you were going to show up." He smiled at Prompto and moved out of the doorway, "Come on in. Just give me a few minutes to get ready and then we can go." Noctis disappeared into the bedroom when Prompto was inside.

"Wouldn't you rather stay here and just relax? We can play video games and order take out. It'll feel just like going out." Prompto walked over to the dining table across the room and set his backpack down. He caught glance of the newspaper sitting on the table. An article took up the front page and talked about how King Noctis was working to settle a business deal involving the medical facilities. Prompto felt a cold sweat appear on his forehead. So it was true. Noctis really was the king of Lucis.

Prompto pushed the newspaper across the table, away from him. He's sure that if he stared at it any longer than the queasy feeling in his stomach was going to become a major problem, just like their first night together.

"No it won't. Besides," Noctis suddenly appeared behind Prompto, "I think I've beaten you at all of these games. So why don't we go out and get more so I can win at those too." Noctis fixed the sleeve cuffs of his suit jacket. He smiled down at Prompto again.

Prompto turned around, "We can just download games from the internet, why go all the way outside and walk?" He did his best to laugh but it came out as a nervous chuckle.

Noctis thought it over, "It's a beautiful evening. And," He wrapped an arm around Prompto's waist and brought him closer, "I want to show you off to everyone." His voice dropped down to a rough whisper and Prompto had a hard time saying no. Noctis knew that when he used that tone of voice Prompto was putty in his hands.

He grinned and began to lead them out of the room, "Tell you what. I'll let you choose where we go tonight."

Prompto looked over his shoulder to the dining table, glancing at the newspaper once more before they left the room.

Prompto was anxious the whole time they were walking. Every step made him more anxious and every word said to him was muffled by the pounding of his heart in his ears. He kept looking around and caught many people staring at them as they walked by.

No. Not them. Noctis. They were all staring at Noctis, the king, as he strolled down the street as if he lived on it with some normal looking blond boy attached to him. Prompto wasn't sure if he was going to pass out or be sick.

They stopped at a few stores and left with many items, most of them for Prompto. But he didn't pay attention to any of it. He would give the occasional nod or shake his head but other than that he didn't talk much that night. Noctis was starting to worry. Prompto, the boy who was too loud for his own good and was all smiles and laughter, was so quiet it felt as if the world was going to fall apart. Noctis was going to speak up- ask him what was wrong, is he hurt, did something happen? - when Prompto's stomach growled. Noctis sighed in what felt like relief. There was the problem. No one can function properly on an empty stomach.

"Let's grab something to eat. Where ever you want to go just tell me." Noctis glanced around the street, trying to see if there was anything that would catch Prompto's eye.

But Prompto barely glanced up as he pointed to a restaurant down the street. He was too busy worrying about all the looks pointed at their direction and the hushed whispers coming from all around them. He strained his ears to listen but couldn't get a clear hearing.

Noctis frowned. Food was not what was wrong with Prompto. He didn't look starved but more… scared. As if something was going to come running down the street and attack him. He would look around and stiffen for a few seconds before continuing to walk. He did this the entire way down to the restaurant.

The cool air of the restaurant was refreshing compared to the scorching air outside. A man standing at a podium did a double take when he saw them. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak.

Noctis spoke before the other had a chance, "Table for two, please. And fast."

"Of course, sir. Right away, sir. Please follow me." He grabbed two menus before leading them to a table in the back. It was far away from the other tables and was equipped with its own wine cooler.

'Must be a perk of being the king." Prompto sat down in the seat that Noctis pulled out for him. He took the menu from their waiter and ran his eyes over it. He didn't have much of an appetite so he chose the first thing that wasn't hard to pronounce.

Noctis placed his order and watched the man leave them with a bow. He looked back to Prompto and saw that he was looking around again. As if waiting for the nonexistent being to come out from the wine cooler with a sword in hand. It hurt Noctis to see Prompto so frightened.

"Hey," He reached across the table and grasped Prompto's hand. He felt Prompto jump in surprise and his eyes softened, "Is there something wrong? You look like you're waiting for something to happen."

Prompto pulled his hand away, not noticing the frown that appeared on Noctis' face. He shifted his eyes down to look at the tablecloth, "It's nothing, just something that happened at school." He didn't say anything after that, trying to end the conversation there and move on. But Noctis wasn't having it.

"What happened at school?"

Prompto sighed, "It was just a bad test grade." He mentally scolded himself for coming up with such a lame excuse.

Noctis wasn't buying it but he didn't press further. Prompto obviously didn't want to talk about it so Noctis would drop the topic. "What do you like to do for fun?"

Prompto's head shot up, "What?" When Noctis repeated himself Prompto couldn't help but let out a small laugh, "We've known each other for a month and you want to know what my hobbies are?" He let out another laugh when Noctis nodded, "Alright then. As you know, I enjoy photography. I also really like anything that has to do with animals. Uh, that's about it? Everyone seems to know what I like to do before I do, so I don't really keep track of my hobbies." Noctis hummed as a sign that he was listening to Prompto. "What about you? What do you like to do?" Prompto leaned closer to Noctis.

"I like to fish." Noctis didn't hesitate with his answer nor did he say anything else. Video games were a given based on how much they have played together, so he felt no need to say that as well.

"Fish? Since when have you fished?" Prompto was a bit taken back. He didn't expect Noctis to say something so mundane. It was a pleasant surprise. Prompto laughed again, "You, the man who is-"

'King.'

Prompto stopped himself before he could finish his sentence. In an instant, the good time he was having was gone. Replace with the reminder of who he was with. He was here with the king- the man who held the life of the country in his hands, the man who could have whatever he wanted, the man who could have anyone he wanted. He was in the presence of the most important person in the whole country and was acting as if Noctis was his high school friend.

"…The man who is head of an important company. When do you get time to fish?" Prompto tried to sound interested, and he was but the anxiety was back and it was clawing at his stomach again.

Noctis noticed the change in behavior and wondered if he had done something to make Prompto's attitude shift back. But he knew better than to pry. At least, knew better than to pry in public. If Prompto was this distracted and worried about something it had to be huge and not something that can be said in a public place with strangers around to listen. Noctis would have to ask him when they got back to the hotel and were alone.

"I don't have much time to fish these days but I used to fish all the time. Sometimes even all day. There's just something relaxing about getting a bite and reeling in a big one." Noctis made the action of reeling in a fish to Prompto, hoping it would make him laugh at the absurd movements Noctis was doing. He watched as a small smile worked its way onto Prompto's face and relaxed at his small victory. Although it was just a small smile, it was the first step in trying to get Prompto's mind off of whatever he was thinking about.

The rest of the dinner didn't go any better. Besides a few small smiles and laughs, Prompto didn't seem to get any better and Noctis' mood seemed to have worsened as well. He thought about what could have made Prompto act like he was but couldn't seem to think of anything. As they drove back to the hotel Noctis' mind continued to race with thoughts of the causing factor, barely paying any mind to Prompto beside him who sat quietly and stared out the window. Continuing to draw a blank, Noctis decided that it was best to confront Prompto again to see if there was anything he could do to help lift his mood.

"So what's wrong with you?" Prompto was startled when Noctis' voice suddenly broke the uncomfortable silence between them as soon as they entered the room. He turned around to look at the older man and gave him an uneasy smile.

"Nothing. I already told you I got a bad grade. It just really stuck to me." Prompto shrugged and tried to find something that he could change the topic too. His eyes darted from one side of the room to the other, trying to desperately to find something. One any other day he would have no problem finding something to talk about- he once started a conversation with Noctis about how tacky the hotel's wallpaper had been- but the Gods seemed to be against him as nothing seemed to jump out at him as a good enough distraction.

Noctis took a step closer to Prompto, "I don't think that's it. It's something more than a test," He grabbed Prompto's hands and held them in his own, "Please. Tell me." His voice held nothing but pure worry as he stared into Prompto's eyes.

Prompto gave him a nervous laugh as he tried to pull his hands away from Noctis, but the other wasn't having it and held onto his hands, "Seriously, Noct, it was just a test." Prompto heard his own voice crack and winced. He was good at keeping things from others but keeping things from Noctis just felt… wrong. And with every word he said it felt like a jab to the gut that only seemed to get worse with every syllable that left his mouth. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last. He needed to find something else to talk about and fast.

"Prompto."

All Noctis had said was his name, but to Prompto it felt like he had just been pierced with a knife. Hesitantly, Prompto met Noctis' eyes.

"Please. I hate seeing you like this." He didn't raise his voice but it felt as if he was speaking louder than usual. Prompto was surprised he could even hear him over the sound of his own hammering heartbeat.

"When were you going to tell me you're king?" Prompto tried to speak louder than a whisper but his voice didn't listen to him. He watched as Noctis' eyes widened, surprised yet still trying to process what he had said. Prompto sighed, "I mean, that's a pretty big thing to keep from someone. That's something that needs to be said on the first date. Like, 'Hey, let me buy you a drink. By the way, I'm the King of Lucis.'" He pulled his hands from Noctis and crossed them over his chest as if to cover himself from the other.

Noctis inhaled sharply, "Gods, Prom, I am so sorry. I swear that I was going to tell you eventually." And he was. He wanted to tell Prompto, Gods he wanted to tell him badly, but he needed it to be the right time.

"When is eventually?"

"Soon, Prompto." Prompto's face didn't change at all from his words. Noctis felt like he was close to losing him.

Prompto shook his head, "The whole evening I noticed so many people staring at us, just watching us. There were so many whispers behind our backs, I don't even want to know what they said." Noctis now understood why Prompto kept looking around; he was not looking for something to come at him, but rather the stares and whispers pointed at him. "It really opens your mind, you know? Really puts it into perspective just how big of a figure you are. Too big to be hanging out with someone low like me."

"No, Prompto. You are not low and I'm not as big a figure as you think." Noctis did his best to take Prompto out of the mindset he was in. Prompto was so much more than just a normal person and it hurt Noctis to see Prompto think of himself like that.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Prompto looked crestfallen.

"It's just that when we first met you didn't know who I was. I was shocked and relieved at the same time. I've had so many people try to get close to me because I'm king. But you," He uncrossed Prompto's arms and took his hands again, "You didn't see me as the king, you saw me as Noctis. And I have never been more thankful for someone's cluelessness." He saw a smile break out on Prompto's face and smiled himself, "From now on no more secrets, I promise. But if there is anything that I can do to make it up to you, please, do not hesitate to ask."

Prompto freed his hands from Noctis once again and grabbed the tie that Noctis wore, pulling Noctis down by it until their foreheads touched. "Trust me, Mr. Caelum. There are many ways that you can make it up to me." Prompto's voice had dropped to a whisper again, a sultry tone very clear in his voice. Noctis smirked at Prompto as he felt his free hand travel up his body through his suit.

"You know, when you said that I could make it up to you in many ways this is not what I had in mind." Noctis sighed but smiled shortly afterwards as he watched Prompto feed one of the chocobos in the stables. Prompto looked as if he was going to start crying at any moment.

"You're just jealous because I like the chocobos better than you. And you've already said that when we were on our way here." Prompto barely looked over his shoulder when he was talking to Noctis. The chocobo he was feeding nudged his hand with its beak and maneuvered his hand around until it rested on top of the chocobo's head. Prompto got the message and began to stroke the chocobo's feathers, earning a happy sounding noise from the bird. A huge smile broke out on his face, "Noct! Come here, you have to see this!" Prompto didn't wait for Noctis to make his way over to him as he left the chocobo momentarily to run over to Noctis and drag him over to the chocobo. Noctis laughed at Prompto's excitement as he pet the large bird with Prompto, eyes trained on Prompto more than on the chocobo.

"Y'all look like you're having fun." Prompto looked to his left to see the owner of the outpost- Wiz, he had learned before coming- approaching them. He reached out and shook Noctis' hand before doing the same with Prompto's, "Enjoying the time with the chocobos?"

"Of course! These guys are amazing. I just can't believe how empty it is. Is it always like this?" As if to add emphasis to his question, Prompto looked around the area only to find a few other people talking with one another.

"I'm afraid so. Not much business comes here, but the rental machines are always busy." Wiz ruffled the feathers of the chocobo that Prompto and Noctis were paying attention too before excusing himself from the two and making his way to one of his workers.

Noctis turned to Prompto, "Do you want there to be a lot of people here?"

"No! Well I mean, kinda?" Prompto sighed in frustration, "Yes because the chocobos are adorable and all of Eos should know but no because I'm not too sure if I can handle the stares and whispers again." He trailed off as he idly pet the chocobo, "I know that it's a stupid reason and I know that at some point I'm going to have to get over it when we go out, but… I'm not sure I'm ready too yet."

Noctis let his hand rest over Prompto's, "It is not a stupid reason. It's perfectly normal, don't worry about it. Besides," His free hand caressed Prompto's cheek, "We can start small and work our way up. We can go to Lestallum's market, the park, and then the mall to get you comfortable. And if at any time you feel overwhelmed we can leave. Sound good?"

Prompto nodded and leaned into Noctis' hand. His attention was brought back to the chocobo, however, when the bird chirped at them in an attempt to get them to continue to pet it. They laughed together before giving the chocobo what it wanted, stopping every once in a while to feed it some treats.

A new voice approached them, "How nice to see a father and son at your ages bonding with one another. So sweet to see that family relationships never die." An elderly woman, old enough to be Noctis' grandmother, smiled up at them.

Noctis shook his head, "Oh no, I'm not his father, I'm his-"

"Daddy! He's my daddy." Prompto quickly cut him off, cheeks turning red at an alarming rate as his mind finally caught up with his mouth. He threw his hands over his mouth and stared at the old woman with wide eyes.

She paid it no mind as her smile seemed to grow, "How nice that you still refer to him as daddy. Old habits die hard I guess." She laughed quietly before walking away to someone who they could only assume was her grandchild.

After the old woman was out of their sight, Noctis turned to Prompto with an amused smile on his lips, "What was that all about?"

"I don't know! My mouth just started working on its own. I couldn't stop myself. Oh my Gods, I want to crawl under a rock." Prompto moved his hands from his mouth to the rest of his face, preventing Noctis from seeing his red cheeks.

"I don't mind. I actually think I liked it when you called me that." Noctis chuckled.

Prompto peeked out from between his fingers, "Seriously?" He watched Noctis nod, "Oh my Gods, we're going to use that in the bedroom, aren't we?" He watched as Noctis nodded again and groaned. "We are so messed up."

Noctis moved Prompto's hands out of the way, "Come on, don't act like you don't want to try it."

Prompto snorted, "Is it bad if I say that I do want to try it? Just a bit?"

They erupted into laughter again, smiles big and eyes closed with the promise of tears. Not even three hours ago they were going through one of the biggest obstacles in their relationship and here they were now, laughing together so hard they're pretty sure they're going to bust a gut. Despite their perturbed conversation earlier, both of them were happy with how the day turned out and wouldn't change a thing about it.

I just want to apologize for the reason why Prompto is so oblivious! I'm very sorry! (゜´Д｀゜)

This chapter was supposed to be out like two weeks ago... sorry. And it's long too! This turned out longer than I expected but I am satisfied with it and hopefully y'all will be too! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

And once again, I am so sorry if they seem OOC! Terribly sorry!

Kudos, comments, and fanart are always welcome! Enjoy!