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Cold Fingers
Noctis is made of icicles, Prompto is cute and ticklish, and Ignis and Gladio are mean.
a/n: the universe did everything in its power to make sure i would never finish this fic but guess what. i did. ANYWAYS JESUS FUCK i am SO SORRY for taking so long on this @ticklish-v-93 HERE IS UR SQUEALING SANTA THAT IS 3 MONTHS LATE </3 (nd ty to @ticklygiggles for hosting :)) also apologies for this fic kinda being all over the place lMAO
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Ahhhhh! This is so great and sooo cute!!! Thank you hun for this! Its been too long since I had anything for the boys!
Too Early
merry Christmas @ticklish-v-93 !! i'm your squealing santa this year :)!!! so happy i got to write these boys again. promptis is always an absolute BLAST to write
thank you to @hypahticklish for hosting @squealing-santa as always!
The first signs of morning trickled between the curtains of Noctis and Prompto’s shared bedroom. The sun had begun to rise, peaking over the horizon as a certain excitable blond opened his eyes. He hadn’t slept much that night, because how could he? It’s Christmas, and he was going to be spending it with his boyfriend for the first time!
“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Prompto sang loudly as he rocked his slumbering prince back and forth.
“Ugh… what-” barely processing his surroundings, Noctis groggily lifted his head. His eyes shifted over to the digital alarm clock. “Prom, it’s 6 in the morning.”
“It’s 6 on Christmas morning!” Prompto corrected.
“‘s too early…” the prince grumbled, his head falling back onto his pillow. “Can’t you wait an hour?”
“An hour?!” The gunslinger gasped, offended at such a suggestion. No, he absolutely could not wait an hour! “Noooooct, come on, I wanna give you your present!”
“Letting me sleep in would be a great present,” his dark-haired boyfriend said, already settling back under the covers. Oooh no, Prompto was not having that! Not today! He can take a nap later! He flopped on top of his boyfriend, embracing him in a loose hug. Noctis only groaned.
“Pleeeeease?” The blond whined. Noctis opened his eyes to meet Prompto’s stare, eyes wide like a sad puppy. The prince scoffed, then smiled, ruffled Prompto’s hair, and simply buried himself back under the blanket. Clearly, he wasn't going to get up on his own.
Prompto had to switch tactics.
He removed himself from his sleepy boyfriend, glancing around the room, looking for something he could use to wake his prince up. His eyes settled on his feet, sticking out of the end of the covers, and Prompto couldn't suppress a grin when a wonderfully evil idea popped into his head.
Slowly, the gunslinger crawled to the opposite end of the bed. Noctis seemed to be none the wiser to his boyfriend’s scheme, still thoroughly cocooned in the covers.
That was, until, his ankles were suddenly trapped in a headlock.
Lifting his head from his pillow, Noctis shot Prompto a glare, though it did nothing to deter the blond.
“Prompto Argentum,” Noctis groaned. “I swear to every God on this planet-”
“Did you just full name me?!” Prompto giggled. He left no room for a reply, because moments later, his nails were scribbling over the soles of his boyfriend's feet. The resulting squeal was nothing short of adorable, only encouraging Prompto’s evil little scheme to continue.
“Noho, I-! NohOHO, PROHOM-!!” Noctis yelped. He hid his face in the blanket, hiding his blushing face and muffling his laughter. He tried to pull his feet out of Prompto’s hold, but no luck–the gunslinger had him trapped.
“Havin’ a fun dream there, Noct?~” Prompto teased. He moved his fingers to his boyfriend’s arches, alternating between the right foot and left foot. Attempting to jerk his legs back, and failing, Noctis could do little but laugh as the blond happily tickled him to pieces.
Whatever the prince tried to say in rebuttal was interrupted with a loud squeal as Prompto’s fingers targeted underneath his toes. The gunslinger giggled as Noctis’ efforts to break free strengthened, yet he still couldn't break his grip. And because he was lying on his stomach, Noctis couldn't reach to grab Prompto and fight back–he was as ticklish as he was helpless–and Prompto loved it. Honestly, if just having his adorable, ticklish prince to himself was his Christmas gift, he would be more than happy with that.
“PlehEHEASE! STOHOHOPPP–!” Noctis screeched. “I’ll gEHET UP, I’LL GET UP!”
Feeling quite proud, Prompto released his boyfriend's ankles, looking back at the pouting prince with a grin.
“Aww, don't be mad!” The blond said. “You can have a nap later!” Noctis promptly ignored him, this time sneaking fully under the covers. Prompto could see him moving underneath the blanket–at least he was moving–and suddenly Noctis’ head popped out of the covers next to him.
“Hey,” said the prince, voice raspy and low. Prompto was about to respond when he was suddenly tackled and pinned to the bed. Fingers found his ribs in a matter of seconds.
“NoHOHOCT! NO-!” Prompto yelped as Noctis squeezed around his ribs.
“That’s what you get for waking me up so early!”
The prince cackled maniacally as his fingers moved from ribs to tummy to sides, all while Prompto squealed and begged. It didn't take long for him to surrender.
“OKAY, OKAHAY!” He grabbed Noctis’ wrists, and the prince stopped, leaning in to give his boyfriend a gentle kiss on the forehead.
“This gift better be worth it,” said Noctis.
“Oh, it is! You’re gonna love it!”
“I’m sure. Y’know what’d be a great gift right now?”
“Cuddles?”
“Cuddles.”
Noctis laid his head on Prompto’s chest, snuggling into him with a content sigh. The blond affectionately rolled his eyes, and simply indulged his prince. If Noctis fell asleep again, that’d be just fine with him.
After all, it’d just give him another excuse to tickle him.