( it was a tense ride over, with gladio acting as a literal buffer between them, despite his protests of not wanting to be involved in newly wed drama. keith keeps a hand on his ample belly and one cupped under his chin as they race forward into enemy territory, at the destination of a royal party they've managed to sneak themselves into. the mission is a simple information extraction - ignis and gladio are looking through castle walls for laptops and computers to get info off of. keith, noctis, and prompto are working up the crowd, learning what they can, and keeping eyes on everyone to make sure their comrades aren't discovered.
it's all risky business - not benefitted by the fact that keith and noctis are hardly on speaking terms, fighting over keith's insistent inclusion on the mission. they change into their ballroom attire independently - noctis into a suit that cuts him just right, form fitted and made just for him, and keith into a red dress, tight on him, with a slit that goes up to his thigh. with the pregnancy, it's easier to just play the role of a woman, bedecking himself in fine jewelry and women's makeup, going so far as to sprinkle himself with perfume to really sell it. his hair is tied back in a more intricate braid, wound up for a stylish, slightly lazy updo. ( thank you, prompto. )
despite their fighting, keith can't resist his gaze softening as he looks at noctis, who gets more handsome each and every day. with a glaring intensity, they both tuck their wedding rings into noctis' pocket - a harsh movement that keith softens by kissing his cheek, even if they hardly share a word between them. he still loves him, even when they don't see eye to eye. one big fight isn't going to change that.
they hold up their half of the mission, talking with people all around, keeping their ears low to the ground and eyes stark on everyone, cataloging them all. it's an hour or so into the ball, noctis and keith playing wallflower by the drink table, that the first one hits. )
Ah!
( keith exclaims a little suddenly, bending forward as he presses a hand against his protruding stomach. he keens in towards noctis, whining as the baby moves, cringing in pain. )
It's ... it's false labor. I just — I have to get through it. Remember the classes?
( all the breathing exercises they taught noctis in order to steady keith, keeping count of the seconds in between rough contractions - he needs them now, even if they're fighting. )
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it's all risky business - not benefitted by the fact that keith and noctis are hardly on speaking terms, fighting over keith's insistent inclusion on the mission. they change into their ballroom attire independently - noctis into a suit that cuts him just right, form fitted and made just for him, and keith into a red dress, tight on him, with a slit that goes up to his thigh. with the pregnancy, it's easier to just play the role of a woman, bedecking himself in fine jewelry and women's makeup, going so far as to sprinkle himself with perfume to really sell it. his hair is tied back in a more intricate braid, wound up for a stylish, slightly lazy updo. ( thank you, prompto. )
despite their fighting, keith can't resist his gaze softening as he looks at noctis, who gets more handsome each and every day. with a glaring intensity, they both tuck their wedding rings into noctis' pocket - a harsh movement that keith softens by kissing his cheek, even if they hardly share a word between them. he still loves him, even when they don't see eye to eye. one big fight isn't going to change that.
they hold up their half of the mission, talking with people all around, keeping their ears low to the ground and eyes stark on everyone, cataloging them all. it's an hour or so into the ball, noctis and keith playing wallflower by the drink table, that the first one hits. )
Ah!
( keith exclaims a little suddenly, bending forward as he presses a hand against his protruding stomach. he keens in towards noctis, whining as the baby moves, cringing in pain. )
It's ... it's false labor. I just — I have to get through it. Remember the classes?
( all the breathing exercises they taught noctis in order to steady keith, keeping count of the seconds in between rough contractions - he needs them now, even if they're fighting. )