Night Owl - Final Fantasy XV - NoctisxReader

Chapter One

You awake, to the sound of rustling fabric, followed by a quite sigh. A formless shadow blocks the gentle glow of the moon, from behind your closed eyelids. Curious, you open them. Finding Prince Noctis crouching before the entrance to the tent, that you share. His nimble fingers grasp the zipper, quickly pulling it over it's preset course.

The zing of metal on metal rings through the once tranquil atmosphere. The echoing of the raucous sound bid you to rise. Sitting up with slow, deliberate, caution... Prompto is still asleep, sprawled out in a tangled mess of sleeping bag and blanket. However, his once peaceful face is scrunched in agitation, a light incoherent grumble leaves his lips.

Thankfully, Noctis is still crouching in front of the, now opened, tent flap. Seemingly lost in thought, a faraway look on his beautiful face. Sliding out from the inside of the sleeping bag you crept over to him, while avoiding Prompto's sprawled limbs. Noct turns his head ever so slightly at the sound of your approach.

Full of uncertainty you lightly place a hand against his shoulder letting him know that you are now beside him. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Can't sleep..." He replies curtly. He then begins to rise, placing one foot outside the bounds of the tent. In a panic you realize he's leaving. Your mind turns into a blurred frenzy, jumbled thoughts scrambling around in desperation.

The hand you placed on his shoulder, slid back to your side as he shifts. The chill night air nips at your exposed palm, the warmth from his body dissipating. Loneliness fills you. The truth is you had hoped to tag along with him. But your previous courage is waning. Hesitation grips your heart.

What if he wants to be alone? The two of you had always gotten along. But are you being to presumptuous? This will be one of few, and scattered, occasions that Noct can have to his own thoughts. Why would he want you there?

The feeling of hopeless desperation wells up inside you, twisting your stomach and making it hard to breathe, leaving your extremities ice cold. You clench and loosen your fists, causing the blood to flow. Taking a deep breath of air a meek question slips passed your lips.

"Can I come?" It's a truly a pitiful sound. The smooth and confident delivery you'd originally intended having failed, deflating you. It had turned into a strained, warbling pitch, that chocked itself out of your stressed cords. It echoes tauntingly in your ears.

Your eyes never leave the side of his face. Frozen in place, as a wave of rejection threatens to choke you. His deep blue eyes meet your distracted gaze, as he turns slightly. A sound, the most wonderful sound you've ever heard, graces your ears. Nearly silent and airy, a bemused chuckle ghosts from within his chest. It's enough to break your trance.

For the first time, you focus on his face. Searching it wholly. A smile plays across his lips, and mirth dances in the depths of his eyes. Breath caught in your throat, as you search those eyes. They're warm and inviting, like the ocean on a perfect day. Thoughtlessly you begin to study his iris patterns, like tiny streams they lead to and from his dark pupils. An urge wells up inside you, to brush his long bangs out of the way for a better look at his eyes, but you quickly subdue it.

"After you." His voice is warm and resonate, a bit playful even. The smile on his face growing by the second. Smile lines appear around his mouth, and tiny crows feet around his exquisite eyes. You can't help but to smile back with the same intensity.

Noctis gives an exaggerated gesture, holding the tent flap aloft, as if he were a servant holding the door for his master. He gives a slight bow as you pass the cute smile never faltering. You hear a quiet "M'lady." Heat begins to radiate lightly off your cheeks at his antics.