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“Dad?” Prom asked quietly, his hair tickling against Nyx’s neck as he turned his head to look at him.
Nyx hummed a question as he shifted his son’s weight enough to get out his keys with his free hand and unlock the flat.
“Will I see Noctis again?”
Closing the door behind them, Nyx swung Prom off of his hip and onto the floor, crouching so that he was of eye level with him. “Do you want to?”
Prom nodded, biting his lip before the words burst out. “Uh-huh. Noct is really cool and funny and he knows the best places to explore and the best views and he’s my friend and I really want to see him again, and can I?”
He shrugged, smiling slightly at his son’s babbling. “If you want to see him again, then I’ll sort something out with his dad, okay?”
“Yay!” Prom cheered with a bright grin, throwing himself at him in a hug. Nyx caught his son, grinning at the enthusiasm as the boy clung to him like a monkey. “Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!”
Nyx laughed.
He didn’t know what Prom had been worrying about.
If it made his son look like that, then he would give him the world. Organising a play-date with his new friend was nothing compared to that.
“No problem, little bird,” he said as he stood up, his kid still clinging to his neck. “And now, it’s bath time.”
“Aww, do I have to?” He whined and he raised an eyebrow.
“Yes.”
He pouted and Nyx rolled his eyes. “But dad…”
“Bath time and then bedtime, little bird, no arguing.”
Prom groaned, settling down with another – defeated – pout, and Nyx laughed again.
Title: Family Time
Fandom: FFXV
Pairing: Cor Leonis/Nyx Ulric
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 1113
Summary: A power outage leaves the flat in the dark. Nyx has a suggestion.
A/N: Features Cor and Nyx, as well as kid!Prompto being adorable <3 I really hope you enjoy it! Feedback is, as always, very much appreciated! ♥
(AO3)
It had been only half past seven when the power outage had painted the flat all in black. Nyx had only a second of warning, hearing light steps lose their footing as they bumped against something on the floor, before he was hurrying toward where his young son started sobbing halfway across their flat, stumbling along his way, as well.
He scooped up the little, distressed boy as Cor came rushing from their room, awoken within moments by Prompto’s sounds of upset and the now cracking sounds coming from the heater that had shut down alongside the electricity. He was moving a bit faster to where Nyx was standing holding their little son, mostly due to having lived in this flat for much longer than the other two.
“There, there,” he said, and dropped a light kiss on top of Prompto’s head as he wrapped his arms around them. A bit quieter, he asked, addressing Nyx: “What happened?”
“Light went out, and he fell over something,” Nyx replied, running his hand over the little boy’s back who was just now starting to calm down as he was carefully sandwiched between both his parents.
“I don’t think we currently have any candles here. Any flash lamps?”
“Flash lamps, yeah, although I fear the batteries are old and might not work any longer. Give me a moment.” Cor stepped back and started to make his way to the other side of the room, opening one of the drawers and starting to rummage in it. He cursed under his breath a couple of times when he clearly got a hold of some rather sharp-edged objects, resulting in Prompto laughing a little, laughter that was only interrupted by a few quieter snivels, which was a relief to Nyx seeing how he likely hadn’t hurt himself severely after all.
“Got it!” Cor announced half a minute later, and a moment later a dim light made its way over to them. “That’s the only one I could find, though. No spare batteries. I will go buy new ones tomorrow so we won’t be in this situation again."
Prompto shifted in Nyx’s arms, little arms reaching out toward Cor, who chuckled and handed the flash lamp over to the boy who immediately grabbed it with both his tiny hands. “Dad, pa, look, I’m a scary monster!” He giggled as he squinted his eyes at the light he shone onto his face from below his chin.
“Indeed,” Cor deadpanned, but even though it was hard to see his face, Nyx could hear the smile in his voice.
“An adorable little monster,” he nodded earnestly and smiled at his son, and then reached out to find Cor’s hand with his own.
“What do you say about grabbing our coats and going outside for a short walk? It’s not all dark yet, at least not darker than in here, and it’s warmer outside these days. Maybe when we get back, the electricity will be back on.”
Cor nodded and Nyx looked toward Prompto, who was now pulling funny grimaces, flash lamp still in both his hands. “What do you say, little man?”
Prompto looked up at him and smiled. “I can bring the lamp, can I?”
“Sure, honey,” Nyx smiled, and a few minutes later saw them all filing out of the flat, after having gotten ready carefully in the dark.
“It was definitely a good decision to go outside,” Nyx sighed as he looked up at the first stars becoming visible in the evening sky, Prompto mirroring him, his head resting on Nyx’s shoulder. Cor found himself staring at his family and the beginning of a smile started to tug on the corners of his lips.
Then Nyx caught him staring and their gazes met; Nyx broke into a wide smile, and Cor allowed a smile to form on his lips, as well.
“Come here,” Nyx asked and gestured for Cor to come close. Cor, however, found himself surprising both Nyx and himself and caught his hand before he could pull it back.
Just as Nyx raised an eyebrow in silent question, Cor tightened his grip and held his gaze, and that was that. Nyx didn’t say anything, but a blush started to form on his face that, even five years in, still made Cor feel all warm inside.
The three of them spent the time outside mostly in silence, walking down the street and occasionally stopping whenever Prompto pointed out another bright star or pointed his lamp at a beautiful blossoming tree. Nyx quietly mentioned to Cor that they would have to get the boy a camera when he got older, he had a gaze that managed to find beauty everywhere. Cor nodded, their son’s gift obvious to both of them.
After a while, Nyx’s arm started to grow heavy and Cor offered to hold Prompto for the rest of the walk. The boy was starting to grow quite tired and his head had started to feel heavy on Nyx’s shoulder. Cor held him safely in his arms as the boy snuggled closer to him, pulling tiredly on the long, warm scarf that Nyx had gifted him last winter solstice. Mere moments later, he had fallen asleep and Cor and Nyx stopped walking.
“Let’s head home, huh?” Nyx smiled, knowing that Cor must have had the same thought.
On their way back to the flat, the first clouds started to cover the stars, and soon thereafter, just when they were only five minutes from the flat, the first warm spring raindrops started to fall down softly.
“Let’s better hurry!” Cor started to walk faster – not running yet as he didn’t want to wake Prompto, but hurrying as much as possible – and Nyx matched his pace.
All of a sudden, the rain-covered street started to glow in orange light as, with an audible clicking sound, the streetlamps turned back on.
Nyx let out a laugh and so did Cor, no matter the rain that became heavier with the minute.
“Finally.”
He tried his best to walk faster than Cor until he was a step ahead of him, still holding his hand. Turning around and walking almost backwards, he smiled at his family, while the rain kept splashing on the sidewalk and the streets. He found one lively and fond and one half-asleep and adoring gaze directed at him, both making his heart melt from warmth. He truly was lucky to be where he was in life. Even if it was in the pouring rain at half past eight on a spring evening. Especially then.
He watched as Prompto’s heavy eyelids fell shut again, and gently tugged on Cor’s hand.
(OOC-ness all on me, pre brotherhood era re-write and some world building)
Part of the The Lion, the Coeurl and the Cub AU
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[ Idiots Chat Group ]
[Cor 7:10pm]: Regis.
[Regis 7:11pm]: What is it Cor? Oh! Have you come to your senses and decide to let the boys meet?
[Cor 7:11pm]: What? No.
[Cor 7:11pm]: ( img103.jpg )
[Regis 7:12pm]: Oh. Its a puppy! Prompto looks so adorable with the pup.
[Clarus 7:13pm]: Its Lunafreya’s dog. Cor? Why do you have her dog?
[Cor 7:14pm]: Fuck.
——
“I know we told him to make friends. But I did not expect him to be friends with the Oracle who is in Tenebrae. Which, last I checked, is miles away from Insomnia. How is it that I have kept him away from the Crown and yet he is becoming penpals with a Princess of another country through her puppy?!” Cor huffs, finishing his rant before he takes another swig of his beer.
“Heh. Guess our cub is a royal magnet. Geddit? Geddit?” A tv remote flies across and Nyx dodges the object with a cackle.
“That was terrible and you should be ashamed.” Cor glares.
“I think, you should relax a little.” Nyx ignores the older man and grins as he shuffles over to his husband with his own beer, taking a seat on the couch behind him and rubbing his stiff neck the way he knew Cor liked. The Marshal might seem like a hard ass to the Lucian military but Nyx knows the man is just a big softie deep down.
”Prom’s a big boy and very mature for his age. He already knows to keep quiet about our work and us, and understands its for his own good and safety. If anything, I think its good that he is penpals with Lady Lunafreya. I mean, could do worse and be friends with some lil shit instead right? Let them be kids, talk about whatever kids talk about these days. She’s in a cage herself, and she probably needs friends other than the prince too. They are lonely, Cor. Its like they have common ground, you know?”
“…Why do you have to be right?”
“Of course! I always am.”
A pillow flies towards Nyx’s face this time, which he does not dodge while cackling like the menace he is as he wrestles his husband back onto the floor.
——
Hello Lady Lunafreya,
thank you for the letter.I’m just glad Tiny? Pryna? Made her way safely back to you. I am sorry to have kept her for so long.You were worried.
My name is Prompto and I’m just a normal boy living in Insomnia.I do not really know Prince Noctis, I’m sorry. He is actually in the class beside mine. I’m sorry I don’t have much to write, I am quite boring and I never had like a penpal before? But I like photography and I have some photos of Pryna. I will put it together with this letter.
What about you Lady Lunafreya? How about you?
Sincerely,
Prompto
——
Whenever Pryna makes her way into the Leonis-Ulric home, she waits on Prompto’s lap as he writes back to his new friend. The blond giving the puppy lots of hugs and tells her to give them to the Princess for him.
“Well at least he’s not asking to have a Chocobo for a pet.” Nyx laughs as he shakes Pryna’s paw after Prompto runs off to get his handmade gift for Luna. Totally ignoring the fact that this is a divine messenger. Cor rolls his eyes at the incredulity of it all.
——
Dear Prom,
Your letters and photos of your everyday always bring me so much joy! Your words are so animated and full of life, I can see just by your writing that you are a beautiful person. Please believe that my dearest friend. In fact, I have asked Pryna to send you this journal so we can write more together.That you may keep allowing me to see the outside world and Insomnia through your eyes.
Maybe one day we can meet. You, me and dear Noctis. Someday, I wish to show you the fields of my homeland and the syllablossoms in bloom. They were beautiful. They still are.
Write more soon my friend.
Eagerly awaiting,
Luna
——
Despite Luna’s encouragement, Prompto does not approach Noctis even though he slowly opens up more to his classmates. He will not risk his dads’ jobs or their safety. Yet fate works in strange ways. Prompto spots a fallen baby bird while going around the school to photograph with his new camera decorated with his old chocobo charm, an early graduation present from his dads. Compared to Little Galahd, a tree is nothing to the boy as he climbs up and reunites the chick with his brothers easily.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“AH!”
The blond slips and barely hangs onto the branch and collapses from the tree. Not enough to break something but bad enough to get a bad scuff along his arm. There’s someone panicking beside him and it takes Prompto a minute to realise its Noctis Lucis Caelum, the Crown Prince fretting over his wound and apologising profusely. However, when Noctis reaches out his injured wrist, Prompto flinches and quickly flees with with his camera.
After all. Nobody must know of his cursed mark. The stupid barcode tattoo.
Especially not the Prince of Lucis.
——-
Later, Noctis finds out that the quiet boy from next class had left school early. So he quietly holds onto the foreign boy’s little chocobo charm, hoping to give it back when middle school starts.
Sadly, they went to different middle schools.
——-
“Hey!”
“Whoa-Huh?” Prompto gets startled as a someone pats him from behind. An old childhood trinket dangles before him and a familiar face.
“Noct.” The name falls from Prompto’s lips despite his brain provides him the proper title of ‘your Highness’, as if the Prince had always been Noct.
The name catches Noctis unaware and just like that, the raven haired boy smiles back. Its as if all this felt right. Almost like a dream from long ago. A deja-vu.
What was lost will always come around.
——-
“Dad? Can we talk for a sec?” Prompto asks carefully as he sits down across Cor, who has occupied the entire dining table for various piles of documents. He rarely brings back paperwork since the fiasco of Prompto finding confidential files when he was a kid, but the recent increase in attacks has him resorting to working at home. Nyx is also deployed more often lately as a result of the skirmishes at the borders.
“Of course son,” Cor blinks at his kid’s unusual request, and puts down his pen and studies the blond teen’s behaviour,” whats wrong, Prom?”
Prompto’s hands are fiddling and fidgeting. A clean tell he is anxious but determined about something. Cor is hoping its not a high school crush because Nyx is not here and he kinda does not want to do The Talk alone. He’s not fucking ready for it.
Turns out its something completely different, but what comes next from his son still manages to throw the Immortal Shogun off guard.
“I’m…kinda…friends with Noct now? I-I’m sorry.”
“Noctis.”
“Yeah.”
“The Crown Prince.”
“Mmhm.”
Cor breathes deeply and leans back on his chair, arms folded and sighs internally. He watches Prompto chew his cheek, a bad habit he had gotten from himself. His boy was actually apologising for having a friend. If his reports from his crownsguard are accurate, then the two have been getting along very well too despite it being only a week or so since school started for them. Yet Prompto is here, worried about him being upset…
What was it that Nyx said? Have to let teenagers breathe a little?
Cor sighs.
“You be okay? Noctis can be a brat you know?”
“Noct’s nice.”Prompto thinks a little while before adding,”He’s…a good friend, likes King’s Knight and Justice monsters though his choices in characters still suck. I-I want to continue being his friend. He…didn’t mind my braids or me just being dorky about art or taking photos, well, as long as I let him spaz out about fish. Of all things.”
There’s a moment of quiet between the Leonis father and son.
“Humph.You tell me if he does.”The elder Leonis finally gruffs, before leaning forward and rubs Prompto’s hair gently,” Don’t worry too much. Just be you. Be happy. Can you do that?”
“Yeah.” Prompto nods and walks over to the seat beside Cor, reaching in to hug his dad. Times like these, he feels like he is a kid all over again.”Thanks dad.”
Cor pats his son’s back ever so gently and quietly, nuzzling into the teen’s blond hair in comfort as he had always done for the boy growing up.
——-
The boys bond quickly as teenage boys do. Much to Ignis amazement, as he sees how much lively Noctis has been since high school started. The young advisor soon notices the blond foreign boy with galahdian braids and beads always found beside his charge. Yet the moment Ignis knows that this friendship is serious for the prince, was seeing something absolutely mundane.
The Crown Prince was actually cleaning his apartment. Like. Deep cleaning.
“This is an unusual sight. Am I in the right building?”
“Very funny specs, now quick help me sort the recyclable trash.” Noctis pauses,” Please.”
“Certainly.Though may I ask what spur on this particular,” and he gestures to the pile of sorted laundry and trash, “…activity?”
“Assassin’s Expansion is out tomorrow and its also the weekend. Wanna get Prom over and speed run it through the night.” Noctis explains as he tries to squish the last of his books onto the shelf.That revelation got Ignis to stop rolling up his sleeves and stare at Noctis incredulously.
“I don’t suppose you have forgotten you have crownsguard and a full security watching you and this building? Has safety protocols slipped your mind, Noctis? Your friend is not cleared to even come near the premises.”
“Such little faith Iggy. Of course I have cleared Prom! I asked Cor and he said its a-ok.No biggie. Well. Along those lines.”
“The Marshal …did?”
——-
The next day, Ignis makes a request to meet with the King about this development now that it seems for certain this new friend would be around the Prince for the long term. Which has never happened before as far as Ignis is aware. He had done his research overnight but this boy seems to be rather peculiar and slightly concerning.
His citizen log is pristine and clean. A diligent student, above average grades, exceptional in math and science, an avid volunteer in charities for animals and refugees. Recently holding a part-time job at a camera shop downtown. Very much a regular high school student.
Yet digging deeper, Ignis finds confidential files and data that even he is unable to access. Its not unusual, especially for defectors who came into Insomnia on ‘special terms’, but the boy was listed as Lucian, fostered by an Argentum family with only one point of contact. With plenty of doubts and concerns for the Prince, he brings this up to the King. Yet Regis simply chortles and puts away the file without even looking once as he hears Ignis’ enquiry. The Marshal was silent as always.
“I appreciate your diligence Ignis. Though you need not worry.”Regis smiles widely, as he eyes Cor who pointedly ignores him,” Our Marshal has already done the necessary background checks and cleared the boy. Noctis seems delighted with his friend when we spoke over dinner previously. Let the boys be boys and live a little now, I’m sure its alright. I say, let them be.”
“Y-yes your Majesty. Please, excuse me.” On that note, Ignis quickly leaves the Regis’ office.
He does not hear the boisterous laugh of his King unfortunately. Or sees the scowl on the Marshal’s face.
——
Prompto turns out to be not who he expects Noctis to hang out with. A gentle soul with bubbly personality, Ignis notes as he observes them over time. A breath of fresh air compared to the moody royal heir, yet the prince’s moods do not even faze the boy. Instead, his bright presence has helped the young advisor alleviate the stress of dealing with Noctis alone, and takes over in caring for his charge if things get out of hand (read: arguments). Even on occasion, despite Noctis’ warnings that he is ‘very particular’, offers to help Ignis in any way politely.
“Heya Iggy! Do you need help?”Prompto pokes his head into Ignis’ safe zone one evening as the blond is staying overnight for a last minute cram session.”I feel bad that you are like, always feeding us.”
“That’s very kind of you Prompto but I assure you its no trouble.”Ignis smiles kindly” At the very least.You, are not fussy about the meal you are given.” Somewhere behind, Noctis sticks out his tongue at his old companion. Very mature.
“Stiiiiilllll.” Prompto wanders over and watches Ignis unpack the ingredients.
“Very well, if you insist, could you help wash the vegetables and cut the potatoes? We’re having curry.”
“Gotcha!”
Prompto is actually decent in the kitchen, Ignis notices quietly, very precise and methodical as if he has an order or system in doing things. Disciplined. With the opportunity, the young Scientia decides to pry a little. Just for curiosity’s sake.
“Do you cook, Prompto?”
“Since I was a kid, yeah.I help around the house and stuff. Dad works late or needed to travel, so there’s that.”
“Single parenting is hard indeed.”
“Oh, nah, I got 2 dads actually. They are always busy, but its all good.”
Is it though? Ignis wonders wryly. With that steely note, marks the the end of it as Prompto shuts down about his family once again. To the point he has no information on said parents or seen hide or hair of them at all, Prompto must be lonely enough to be able to care for himself. Even his Uncle Augustus would pull out time in his busy schedule to have tea with his own nephew at least once every few days. To be neglecting a child because of work simply is poor excuse in Ignis’ opinion.
“IggyIggyIggy,” Prompto sniffs at the curry and scrunches his face.”Its not spicy.”
“LIES! Prom breathes spices! Don’t listen to him!” Noctis shouts over before the boys get into a heated argument about appropriate spice levels and daring each other into something silly. Again.
After being around Prompto for so long, Ignis thinks he understands when Noctis says that he sometimes want to shake the blond or smother him in all the fluffiest plushies they have. Thus, the young advisor decides to make it a point to care for this new young and endearing boy who is slowly becoming a friend and confidant for himself as well.
——
“Marshal? If I may have a word?” Ignis calls after the Head of the Crownsguard one morning after another futile council meeting. The Immortal Shogun turns around and looks at the young advisor.
“What about, Scientia?”
“I was hoping if I can have some information regarding one Prompto Argentum. The boy who is often in the prince’s company, whom you have checked in on early in the year. Its just, come to my attention that Prompto might be living in questionable conditions.”
Silence.
“What?” Cor blinks at the young man before him.
“Well, for starters, he seems to be in a neglectful household with absent parents. Prompto has been very deflective about his family and as a friend, I find it upsetting to be honest. I am hoping to be reassured of his wellbeing at home myself if possible. This is absurd. To leave a minor like him to his devices, I must say, these adults are absolutely deplorable and a disappointment.”
Cor looks at Ignis with the deadest look he can possess.
Nyx, who is there on guard duty and listening in, is biting his tongue, struggling not to die of laughter at the misunderstanding. If he gets a cold shoulder later from his husband, well, that is future Nyx’s problem to solve.
——
Prompto meets Gladio last.
Noctis was having a couple of bad days, on top of his injuries acting up. Which led to the moody royal to decide to let off some steam at the downtown arcade. Though by means of skipping out on his training and royal duties. He was being too wrapped in his muddled emotions and worries to focus on anything else in his life at this point. Tensions have been running high in the Citadel. Ignis himself was also overwhelmed and burned out, which leaves him little choice but for Prompto to watch over the Prince thankfully.
Gladio finds the two teenagers and has a few choice words with Noctis who was not having any of it and stalks off. Prompto tries to diffuses the situation but ended up at the end of Gladio’s ire unfortunately.
“Noctis is the Crown Prince of Lucis! Above all else, his royal Highness has a duty. He does not have time for distractions like you who just likes the attention and think you’re special. Once the novelty wear off, then what? Have you thought that you being around Noctis will affect his image as well? So, if you know what’s good for you, then stay away from the Prince!”
With that the young Shield storms out, leaving a silent boy amongst the noise of the chaotic Game Center. His thoughts just as wild and erratic.
——
The door slams open late that night and with a mumbled ‘I’m home’, Prompto storms into his room. Which leaves Nyx and Cor, who were huddled on the couch watching a lame game show, feeling extremely baffled. Prompto has never had a temper tantrum apart from when he was 7.
Nyx nudges Cor to go talk to Prompto while he goes off to make some warm tea and honey for their son.
——
Later that night in a middle of a drinking session with Regis, Clarus Amicitia gets a rare call from one furious off-duty Marshal. The King of Lucis sips his drink and is bemused that for once, it is not him being yelled at by their youngest brother. The fiasco had annoyed Shield so much that he later assigns his son to back to back full weeks of duties on top of his job as the Prince’s Shield. Also in effort to keep Gladiolus alive and away from the Leonis-Ulric couple as well.
It was clear that his son needs an attitude change before Cor and Nyx does it for him. Hopefully they let his first born live, Iris is still too young to bear The Shield.
——
It had been a tiring week for Gladio. His dad seems pissed and Cor has been simply…difficult. Noctis was being even moodier with his best friend avoiding him. Whereas Ignis is even more stressed by…everything in general. Everyone now walking on eggshells with one another. Which sucks.
It was towards the end of his late night duties on his last weekend patrol that Gladio spots a familiar blond haired teen. It was barely dawn and he sees Prompto wandering around the shady parts of Insomnia. Suspicion arising, Gladio follows. Soon enough, after weaving in and out of the endless alleyways and the maze of buildings, the young Amicitia realises something wrong in his gut.
“Why are you following me?”
The Amicitia turns on his heel at the voice. There right behind him, dressed down in casual street wear and an oversized jacket and several boxes and bags, was the teen he was tailing. Since when did he find out?
“What are you doing here?”
“What’s it to you?”
Oh. OH. The kid has bite. Wokay. Gladio eyes the blond cautiously, before the teen rolls his eyes and huffs a stray hair out of his eye.He strides past Gladio who follows closely behind, and finally having enough of it, tosses one of his boxes at the Shield.
“Look, big guy, Shield? Amicitia? Gladiolus?” Prompto walks right into Gladio’s face, despite the massive height difference.”I don’t care if you wanna be sus of me or what not.Its your fucking job. I geddit. Sure. If you really wanna tail me, by all means. Just make yourself fucking useful.”
“What’s with the attitude?”
“Seriously?”Prompto glares at the Shield, which strangely reminds Gladio of Cor Leonis, but he is probably tripping with how hard the Marshal has been riding on his ass for no reason. The teen grumbles and turns on his heel, making his way deeper into the crumbling underbelly of Insomnia.
“Take off your uniform coat and hide it. We’re here. And whatever you do, don’t be a dick.” Prompto calls over his shoulder as he goes up to greet a crowd of children and women in stilted a foreign language. Gladio finally realises where they are as he takes in the shabby residences and poor conditions.
These are Niflehiemians. This is their Quarters.
For a noble-born, Gladio has to admit, its a humbling moment. As he watches Prompto go around passing the donations and necessities for the defectors who sought refuge in their city. The reality for these people a harsh slap to his face. He knows that the immigrants exists but how they lived never crossed his mind.
Somehow, the kids in the Quarters are more intrigued by the new guest. Being an older sibling, Gladio really does not have the heart to be an ass to the kids who starts to crowd around and climb up his back to play. Despite what ever political conflict there might be, these are still children.
Once the wares are all given out, repair works and cleaning are all done, the sun was already setting when they leave the Niflheimian Quarters.
“Thanks.For helping today.”Prompto eyes Gladio who is still hanging closely beside.
“Nah.Its nothing.You come by often to help?”
“Weekends if I’m free and if I get stuff to give. My community doesn’t have much but they are willing to spare.”
“Your…community?”
Prompto then wiggles his braids.
“Dad’s a Lucian. Baba, or my other dad, is Galahdian.” The teen hops onto the pipe and continues.” As far as I’m concerned. I’m Lucian. Adopted or not.Yet I’m lucky enough to grow up and live with a good family here in Insomnia. Those folks over there? Not so much. Where we’re born doesn’t really matter at the end of the day if everyone here is just trying to survive. So I try to help.”
“I…didn’t know.” Gladio replies sheepishly. Astrals, now he really is starting to feel like a dick.
“Course not. And I don’t blame you. Its just, how things are.” Prompto sighs.”Anyways, wanna grab a bite? I know a place.”
“Sure.”
The two boys soon arrive at another unfamiliar side of Insomnia to Gladio as Prompto greets people in another language. The Amicitia spots a number of familiar faces however was too overwhelmed to remember who they were. The boys soon each a quieter part with a food stall, where Crowe, Libertus, Pelna and a bunch of other Kingslaives are being a rowdy crowd with the owner.
The glaives clearly know Prompto very well, as if he’s their own kid. They invite them over and order more food for the boys until Prompto gets a text and tells them he needs to get supper for his folks who are working late. Gladio offers to accompany him, not wanting a teen to wander around this area at this late hour but the blond simply laughs brightly.
“Are you kidding?” Prompto hops over and hangs over the rails precariously that Gladio feels anxiety just by looking at him perch there. The beads in his hair clinks ever so softly.
“This is like my own backyard.”
With that Prompto tilts back and free falls into the darkness. Gladio lets out a shout and leaps out of his seat and sees nothing down below. Only people walking and a bright street. Fuck, what is he suppose to tell Noct if his friend is dead under his eye-
“Chill out there little man, here.” Yamachang passes a bottle of soda to the stunned Gladio. “The baby chocobo grew up in this very neighbourhood. If anything he knows this place like the back of his hand.”
“I-whua-Huh??” Gladio is not okay as Pelna guides him back from the edge and returns to the table, where the loud glaives pulls him back into their boisterous supper.
“Wonder how long before they all find out?” Crowe mutters to Libertus, chewing on a skewer thoughtfully.
“I bet never.” Libertus laughs and drinks.
——
A few days afterwards, after lots of coaxing and promises ( because a prince cannot bribe his subjects ), Noctis finally convinces his best friend to come by his place for a sleepover for the weekend. Prompto is unsure but still swings by anyway, and finds the two other young nobles already there making themselves comfortable. Which is surprising considering everything happening lately.
Noctis pulls Prompto into a new game, setting up the console while Gladio passes the blond a box. All containing his old things and Iris’ unwanted toys. A clear effort to extend an olive branch to the teen. Ignis passes the snacks and pillows into a comfy nest where the boys all pile up for the night. The four basking in the warmth and camaraderie of fellow friends.
Suddenly, in that moment everything clicks into place for Prompto. As if things are how it should be once more in familiarity and comfort. Almost like a nostalgic reunion by a campfire.
The world just seems right again.
Which only last for 4 whole hours when Noctis hears the familiar pitter pattering of paws. Except the raven haired prince is surprised to see not just one, but two dogs at his door. Umbra paws at his feet patiently while to his amazement, Pryna ignores him completely. The white dog makes her way in like she owns the apartment and makes herself comfortable in his best friend’s lap. Prompto chirps out a happy thanks and takes his yellow journal filled with chocobo stickers from Pryna, oblivious to the stunned individuals in the room.
“Wait… What?” Noctis finally blurts out once he snaps out of his thoughts.
“What?” Prompto finally looks up from his reading.
“WHAT?!”
“WHAT??”
Turns out, in all the years of writing, Luna have never mentioned Prompto by name at all out of respect for her shy penpal and his privacy. While Noct was too occupied by life and his best friend lately to write much to his old friend up till recently where he finally tells her of Prompto. For that, Luna decides that there is no shame in being childish for once, so she sends off her dogs on their way and waits. Everything just seems incredulous in itself from start to finish. Noctis immediately goes into a meltdown, muttering traitors under his breath as he watch Umbra clamour onto the blond’s lap together with Pryna. To say that they are baffled is an understatement as Ignis and Gladio watch Noctis stare at Luna’s dogs gives Prompto all of their affection.
——-
LUNA WHY??
HI LUNA!
Luna laughs, free and filled with joy as she shows Gentiana the photo of the boys and the dogs. Fate has a funny way of making things come around it seems.
——
When they do find out that Prompto Argentum is actually Prompto Leonis, it was a long while before the realisation sets in after the Fall. As they get the wounded settled, scrambling to gather the remaining loyal glaives and guards, keeping check on the evacuated civilians, all while trying to regroup In the silence of the night. The shock comes as their blond haired friend helps the Marshal tend to Nyx, who was in discomfort and recovering from stasis on a crumbly mattress in a corner in Cid’s bunker.
Ignis is the first, as he passes by and hears the whisper of “here, dad.” and in his surprise, drops the duvets he has bundled in his arms.
“I beg your pardon?” the advisor whips around and stares at the family of three, two pairs of eyes blinks back at him blankly.
“Huh?” Prompto turns to his friend.
“I must be out of sorts, for I think I just heard you call the Marshal, ‘Dad’?” Ignis breathes incredulously at the trio while the rest looks over to the commotion in the room. Luna gasps softly as she watches on. A quiet “oooeuhhh” comes from the direction of Regis but thats not important now to Noctis who is openly staring at his friend and the older Leonis he had known for his whole life.
“Errr, yeah? He’s my dad? Like, they are my dads?” Prompto chirps back innocently and until the bizarre question finally sinks in, “…Ohhhh. OH, right.”
Gladio audibly makes a noise akin to a dying behemoth.
Everything strangely clicks.
Ignis Stupeo Scientia then struggles with the disbelief that he had once called the Marshal ‘deplorable and a disappointment’ to his face. The young advisor is positively certain he will never recover from the trauma. Whereas Gladio is just wondering how is he even still alive, though an injured Clarus resting on Cid’s couch scoffs a “barely” at his first born in disdain.
Noctis is thinking how is it possible they had never met as toddlers considering everything.
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In their journey after the Fall to find the Astrals and Royal Arms to save Insomnia and Eos, a small disagreement rose between Luna and Noctis. As they settle down to make camp at a Haven, both sides insisting they met Prompto first though by different means. Gladio wisely makes himself scarce as he sets up the tents. While the boy in question sheepishly slips away from the two royal heirs to help Iggy with dinner instead. Pryna and Umbra simply paws at the gunslinger expectantly for extra food.
As they relax and dig into their meal, Noctis receives a text and starts laughing a few seconds later, shoving the phone into Luna’s face in glee. The rest of the boys become curious and crowds around the device to take a peek.
Apparently in his competitive need to win, the prince had texted the King himself for assistance. Which came in the form of a blurry old pixelated video of a raven haired toddler chewing the cheek of a very unhappy blond baby crying for his Da. The sound of Regis laughing clearly in the background can be heard while a young Marshal is seen, trying to pacify the bawling toddler near towards the end of the clip.
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Going on a small nostalgic trip back to an old fandom!Going to put some points down in case I ever feel like writing something more for this.
FFXV Hardcore Lore folks pls don’t hurt me.This is an AU I repeat an AU fan indulgent drabble.Mostly to satisfy my need for Prompto,Cor being a dad, Nyx content, more Kingsglaives and Galahd things,happy Chocobros, a HE for everyone even Ardyn as we be petty shit against the astrals. Except Drautos. That guy and Verstael can remain in a ditch with Bahamut.
(pairing spoilers in tags)
Anyways carry on!
-Everything mostly canon except for Prompto being adopted by Cor Leonis’ household but carries the name Argentum because Cor wants his boy to live properly without worrying enemies finding his weakness.Especially with how he is always deployed out.
-Cor is not religious even to the Astrals.He grew up in the wild borders of Insomnia and learnt to rely himself above all.He doesn’t even give a damn to Gilgamesh when he was a kid. But he will be damned if he says he doesn’t feel...tense as strange power of magic fills the room when his baby cub babbles into thin air at times.
-Prompto grows up with Noctis,Ignis and Gladiolus similar to brotherhood. (Iggy always worries that Prompto’s parents aren’t around but Prompto always reassures he sees them often and have mandatory breakfast with them whenever possible.)
-Sunshine boy actually knows he’s from Niflheim very early on, and grows up with the immigrant community very well. He knows and was raised to accept himself
(”Remember, no matter what,this thing,”Cor points to that code on this wrist,” doesn’t define you Prompto, but whats in you.You are a Lucian and be proud of how special you are, and above all else you are our son.”)
He even have braids in his hair by Galahd grandmothers. Niflheim defectors always make sure that the boy who volunteers in their corner of Insomnia (worse than the Little Galahd, and thats saying something) has homemade sweets. Also, Kingsglaive members recognise Prom when he first came to the Citadel as the Prince’s friend and watches over the little happy chocobo chick who grew up around their neighbourhood
-Prompto never liked being near Drautos and never knew why and always made it a point to tell Cor (”He feels just wrong, I don’t know dad.He just feels like...Death.”)
-During the announcement of the ceasefire, Prompto tries to bring cheer to the troubled Galahdians, he can’t shake off the feeling of terribleness in his bones either. He also lets the glaives who help to train him for the Crownsguard exam vent but some like Tredd and Luche don’t seem themselves but he thinks its the tension amongst everyone due to the War.
-He sees dark vines around Crowe and fear. He grabs her hand,tells his favourite aunt (”I’m your only aunt you lil chocobo!”) to be careful heading out. He sends her off with a soft galahdian prayer.
-There is nothing but a mess of dark vines in this Citadel.A Garden of Death.And it grows.
-Before leaving Altissia, he holds the bead in his braid and tries to look forward to spending time with his best friends instead. His fathers said everything will be alright.
-He believes them.
-Insomnia falls.
-They return to Insomnia at the overlooking cliff and Cor contacts them, tells them nothing but to gather at Hammerhead.
-Noctis is about to snap from the wait but as he nearly charges out of the underground bunk, Cor appears with Nyx bleeding out while Libertus and a roughed up Crowe with a missing eye follows behind covering a weakened Regis and Clarus in even worse shape being supported by Pelna and Lunafreya.The old Shield has lost his arm.Cid is loud to hide his worry while he fusses the pack in.
-Noctis runs over to his dad and in worry and relief,and is confused at seeing Luna with them. While Ignis and Gladio focus on Clarus. Prompto is crying as he reunites with Cor and Nyx.He greats them with a touch of their foreheads together. His fathers are safe, his family is safe,his home, them, safe.
(”S-silly cub, I’m the Hero, I’m fine,see?Not dead.” That earns Nyx a smack on his mangled arm from his Husband as Prompto makes a dying squeak at that)
-When everyone finally settles down.The fact that Cor is married (”ELOPED!” Regis and Clarus corrects) to Nyx (”Technically, we just co-parented thats all and-””Nyx.””I’ll shut up,my heart.”) and Prompto is their adopted son (”A-argentum?!””Its a cover.””That explains the lock on your file and why his majesty did not even bother reading it...interesting””This is why you always seem happy the train with Marshal huh?””What the-I-i’m your best friend Prom!””I don’t want you to think im here out of obligation Noct?I just want to be friends??”)
-Crowe by some luck or divine luck manage to get away with a loss of her eye and manages to return to Insomnia after killing Luche, Pelna escorts Luna, Nyx and Clarus throws off Drautos/Glauca enough to escape.However to face down Niff army Regis is in near stasis.Nyx tries to convince the King to bargain with his damn ancestors to awaken the old wall.He will act as vessel instead for Regis and brings down Glauca as well.(This earns him a near stab from Cor who is giving him the silent treatment later for probably only 52 minutes.)
-Crowe and Cor manages to find them in the center of madness and leaves the ruined city.Nyx tells them later, the old kings for some reason mangle his arm instead of his life (Cor is this close to committing murder and become a widower) saying something like a divine being already claimed his soul.
-With the battered (old) crew unable to move anywhere for now, the Chocobros and Luna leave to gather arms and make the covenants with the astrals. Camping with each other and Luna is fun apart from the occasional wildlife and dropship ruining dinner. And being so close makes them feel safe and warm if anything else. And If passing by Costlemark made Prompto shake and eerily possessed? Probably just haunted. They avoid trying to read into it while Luna senses her magic reacting strangely to Prompto on occasion.
-The astrals seem to fear Prompto,almost. Prompto thinks its because he is Niff blood and they are trying to kill the gods so shrug.jpg Ramuh is probably the only one not giving him problems probably because most Galahd folks are under his protection.
-Ardyn is a pest and he is very intrigued by Prompto as his daemons within hate this tiny boy.
-In Altissia, Leviathan goes mad as usual especially when Prompto interrupt’s Ardyn’s madness of trying to kill Luna. Later, Noct finds out when he awakes is news that Prompto has been taken by the Empire.
-They receive feed from of Prompto’s torture but Prompto manages to escape and wanders the facility. He contacts his friends and family but not before daemon Ardyn appears at the back and the video gets cut.
-Cor and Nyx go nuts and tears everything apart while Regis,Claus,the remaining Insomnia army and kingsglaive join with Ravus, Arenea and Tenebrae in pushing into the Empire’s territory.
-They find Prompto but they also find a dead Empire covered in vines and floating lights of souls. A dead Aldercapt is the least of their worries because Prompto is there,gaunt,wounded and pale but still alive.The Crystal in a menacing light behind while his hand remains on Ardyn’s face, vines of death dancing across his skin,eating away his scourge, the dead spirits hovers and fades as the fallen king gasps, the first air of freedom in a long while before he collapses.
-”Prom?” Noctis tries to reach out to his friend “No Noctis...That may not be our Prompto fully.”Luna softly voices out.
”Indeed.”Gentiana appears.”In this land where the dead thrives, he was born, here, he was chosen with her remaining strength.”
“What...was he chosen for?”
“To stop the end of Man.”
“By whom?”
“...In Galahd…We have a deity that we evoke other than the astrals.She was mostly forgotten when the astrals came.An old power even before Solhiem.One whose name we sing in prayers when a life ends.” Nyx sighs as he holds onto Cor, whose eyes ever left his son,his hand clutching his katana turning bone white.
“Etro.”
-Turns out Etro is less than pleased that the astrals who she had welcomed onto her star have driven her out.The loss of faith made her lonely and powerless.Galahad is probably the last place her name is spoken even though rarely.The once patron god of Eos, reduced to nothingness. While she watch them murder her children on her star.
-Cor has never told anyone other than Nyx of the dreams of a dark Garden and a quiet being guiding him into a factory, deeper into a lab where cries of the dead scream into his ears, though in the screams he hears, a quiet soft cry that he can never forget.
-Their meeting was more than fate but regardless, Cor and Nyx protects their son.A Lion and Coeurl and their cub.Theirs.
-”Everything lives.everything dies.even gods.” The vessal of Etro whispers.
“And even you. Bahamut.”
The crystal that was once her heart that now houses a mad draconian s c r e a m s
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PART 2 HERE
Was the first thought Nyx had as he trudged out of the Citadel once de-brief was over. The campaign at south Cleigne taking longer than expected with the increase of MTs. For a native Galahdian who had grown up in the comfortably warm tropics, he is still not used to winters in Insomnia even after a couple of years being here.
Sure his kin celebrated Winter Solstice in honor of Shiva but without the pointless snow thank you very much.
“Yo. Wanna head to Yamachang’s?Crowe’s already there.” Libertus pats his back, before sneezing at the sudden change of temperature.
“Sure-“ SCREEEEEEEEEEE
“Astrals fucking damn it. Wake the whole city why don’t you!” Libertus leaps back at the piercing ringtone.
“What? Don’t like the sound of a Zu waking up?” Nyx grins before tapping into his messages
[C 6:45pm] Heard your team just arrived back. Able to come over?
“Who’s that?” His friend peers over, trying to catch a glimpse but Nyx simply shoves him away and taps out a reply. For Cor to reach out to him is rare in itself. Especially so soon after arriving back from a mission. Is it Prompto?
[Nyx 6:46pm] Np give me like 30mins
[C 6:46pm] Don’t rush. Take your time.
“Now you are being sus.What’s with that shit eating grin?” Libertus tries snatching the phone but Nyx smoothly dodges and shoves the other man away.
“Change of plans, gotta go.”
“Go where??” Libertus calls after him incredulously but Nyx doesn’t reply, waving back as he walks down the Citadel steps.
There is little traffic, since its the holiday season and everyone is mostly holed up at home with loved ones away from the cold. Nyx takes the subway, wistfully looking at the cold cityscape. A far cry from the beautiful forests of his home. There’s a family of three next to him. Nyx looks away.
He misses them. His Mam and Selena.
The Galahadian hops off his stop and follows down the familiar path towards the ever familiar residence. The quiet neighbourhood now in a blanket of white. He steps up and strangely hesitates at the doorbell. Nyx shakes the feeling off and presses the chime, hearing the cheery jingle followed by the shuffling patter of feet.He vaguely hears a muffled “Prom!” and laughs softly as the door creeks open.
“NYX! WELCOME BACK!”
“OOF-” Nyx grabs Prompto who launched himself at the Glaive.The blond locks of the child had gotten longer from the last time he had seen.”Someone grown taller while I was away!”
“Prompto, let Nyx in first.” The Marshal calls out, dressed in a soft grey knitted jumper, it would be an unusual sight for anyone to see the head of the Crownsguard dressed so casually, but not Nyx.
“Hey.What up?” Nyx asks as he removes his shoes and coat, slipping on the slippers and following them into the warm home of the Leonis father and son. A simple festive tree decked in lights sits in the corner of the living room. The smells of a roast and sweets fills the space.
“Heard you were coming back, though Shiva’s Day is over but its still the holidays.” Cor starts as Prompto rushes in help set his plate.”Prompto insists on having you over for dinner. He’s got something for you.”
“Damn. I feel bad now. I don’t have a present.” Nyx says sheepishly while taking a seat at the dining table. It was a simple spread before him, garulessa steak and roast ham, a salad and mash.Yet the foreigner knew it must have taken them all day to prepare.
How did Cor time his arrival that well? The Marshal has his ways, the Glaive suppose.
Dinner was good and hearty. For a soldier, he couldn’t have asked for more than a home cooked meal. Sure, it was not Galahdian cuisine and spices he loved but it still tasted of home and all things good. This.This was what he is fighting for to protect as a Kingsglaive.
Prompto looks better too, unlike the sad child from the past year, he was healthier and animated. Nyx is pleased with that. The change in schools and environment really worked.
The trio clears away the leftovers and helps to clear away the table, until Cor gives Prompto a look and the boy scuttles off into the kitchen again. While he pours another whiskey for Galahdian and himself at the living room as they make themselves comfortable at the couch.
“Thats not yours.” Nyx eyes the bottle.
“Its not.”
“The Lord Shield won’t be happy.”
“The only ones who know are me and you, the heaven and the earth.” Cor smirks, “Clarus won’t miss what he can’t find.”
“Such wisdom.” Nyx laughs as he clinks their glasses and they enjoy the whiskey.
“Nyx!”
Nyx turns over his shoulder as Prompto waddles over. Shock is an understatement as he receives the warm bowl from the blonde. He recognises the smell anywhere.
It was red sweet soup and two coloured dumplings.
“H-how?” He looks at Prompto, who looks abashed, fidgeting his feet around.
“Jada Mae and the aunties in the market said that in Galahd you all have sweet dumplings for Shiva’s Day. She told me how to make it. Dad helped me, right Dad?”
“Prompto did his homework.”Cor smiles and ruffles Prompto’s hair,”I just help to keep an eye on the sugar while he rolled the dumplings.”
“I-is it okay?” Prompto asks, worry laced in his voice.”I don’t know if its okay.”
For once, Nyx had no words as he stirs the dessert and takes a bite. He lets the familiar sweetness hit his tongue. It tasted like home. He quickly puts the bowl down and pulls Prompto into a tight hug.
“Nyx?” Prompto pats his shoulder but Nyx simply buries himself deeper into the shoulder of the precious boy.
“Its good lil Cub.Its good.”Nyx chokes out after a long while.”Thank you.”
Cor smiles as Nyx slowly pulls the child on his lap as they share the festive treat.The Immortal Shogun watching them fondly.
Umm,wow, thank you everyone who liked the series and listen to my indulgent ramblings!
OOC-ness ahead, but be reminded they are depressed and exhausted. Especially the twenty something year olds and the old man.Feelings are hard. You don’t resolve them being your ‘usual self’.
PART 1 HERE PART 2 HERE
(possible crossover of FF lores ahead in this AU.OOC-ness is all on me.You have been warned!)
- Luna is honestly feeling the tiredness seep into her bones, She feels nothing now that her powers blessed( …cursed? ) by Bahamut is gone. Shiva had left after Etro’s ultimatum.Possibly to find the other Astals.Ravus is looking after Tenebrae now they have been liberated and Areana is busy with Niflheim and the charge Loqi left with her.Supposedly Aldercapt’s secret granddaughter? She isn’t sure and for the first time she doesn’t want to care. She just feels so lost like an aimless flame burning out.
- With the entire Insomnia army crippled, Cor and Nyx have to gather and sort out their forces (“Yes we can’t do any magic.Yes half of our weapons are lost in the armiger.Use your head bash the daemon if you have to then!”) while Regis and Clarus focus on the remaining Niflheim government and citizens (or whats left anyway)
- Luna stands quietly by with Iris (who arrived with the second calvary. She took up arms as well since her father was unable to complete half his duties while recovering ) and Crowe watching over with an equally tired Ardyn on the same bench. The fact that two healers who got screwed over by the God they once believed in is sitting in the same space with a can of Ebony each seems almost comical if not for the awkwardness.
-(“What? So am I on babysitting duty?””Because I’m the Captain now and I say so.But hey,you get free pass to stab him now you can’t play with fire.””That makes no sense, Ulric. I’m telling your husband, clearly he’s the brains in this relationship.”)
-“You are a lot like her.Aera.” Ardyn starts wryly.”I am sorry for your loss.” Losses?Suffering? Luna for once can’t find the right words. “As I am. For…every thing else I suppose.” He replies.The “I tried to murder you” goes unsaid but heavily implied.Its not much but its a start. Luna sips her coffee. Urgh, Ebony tastes…awful.
- They gather later at the shelter will act as their resting area and Luna sees the boys already there. Gladio has Prompto resting against him, tucking in more blankets that they can spare, huddling and trying to give some comfort.While Ignis is finishing cleaning up his wounds.Without magic, their potions are limited.Ether and Elixir seems to be useless for Prompto’s problems too. Noctis can only squeeze closer to his best friend talking softly, trying to rub his hands and make him comfortable.(“I’m so sorry we took so long Prom, I’m so sorry.You’re safe now, we’ll protect you.”)
-Prompto also keeps asking Ignis if he’s alright and touches his face to be sure. He’s glad Ignis is safe but the advisor doesn’t understand what warranted the worry for him? After the chaos in Altissia they were so scared until Regis and the Kingsglaive had arrived and it was a disaster Luna does not want to revisit.
-Ignis tries to get him to rest but Prompto refuses, saying the voices of the dead are too loud and his body too wired from whatever energy crawling under his skin. He tries to smile but it makes them worry more. Prompto then pulls up his hand with the barcode under his glove, showing it to the boys. Apparently knowing you were to be an MT and actually looking at the evidence are two different things. Noctis gives zero shits and pulls in to hug his friend.He tells him now with Niflheim gone, they can tear down borders and reconnect the regions and he will need Prompto with them.
-”Ever at your side.”
-If there’s anything Luna has learned running around Eos with the boys, is that they are a set, they compliment each other.Sure, Gladiolus and Ignis may be duty bound to Noctis,occasional disagreements abound, but Prompto? He was just a sweet innocent soul in the middle of all this just wanting to help everyone.She remembers how he showed her his photos, and just him including her into the group during their journey. He embodied Life. (If it Prompto had never found Pryna, never wrote her letters?She might has lost her will by now.)
-Regis and the others are still throwing out orders (“And throw out the crests while you are all at it! I refuse to see that overgrown lizard adorning our guards’ uniform!”) Before they settle down for whatever rations they could spare for everyone.
-Its obvious 3 generations of Lucis Caelums are trying to ignore the Catoblepas in the room.Who wants to address the tension in their first family dinner of cold beans and preserved jerky together?Not them.Nope.Gonna avoid this while they can.
-Cor is trying not to hover, but the fact that his son can’t eat or drink is worrisome and he’s just so helpless watching him getting weaker.Prompto is only upset the 2 beads in his braid from Nyx are gone during his time in the Keep,Nyx takes out one of his own and braids a little one behind his ear.While watching Prompto grow weaker and convulsing painfully in between, everyone seems at a loss on how to help either.
-“Has anyone of you thought that maybe its his body that is not coping?Considering we just destroyed the Goddess’ heart…is it possible the powers in the crystal has returned to its owner?A vessel that can’t controls what flows within would be like a ticking bomb.” Ardyn munches on his beans mindlessly.The group turns to stare at the First King thoughtfully.Its clicks, before they begin to panic.
- Prompto knows nothing of magic. Etro didn’t use any except for that one protect spell either.The Lucis Caelums and glaives just wing it and find the most comfortable method for each of them. And mostly the Armiger, nothing so raw and pure as divine magic.And Etro’s? No body knows the ways of her magic anymore.And they aren’t about to ask the Astrals who murdered her certainly.
- It was Luna, seeing how her friend is suffering so quietly, who finally steps up and holds onto Prompto, calming him like the healer she is (was?). She tries to guide him in what she knows, how to channel the energy flowing inside.It isn’t much but it keeps her friend calm.Luna may no longer be the Oracle but she can help her friend.That she can do.Baby steps. Prompto saved her from suffering from her solitude when she was young. Its her turn now.(“Sorry Luna, I’m being a burden now-“”Hush,focus Prom!You are doing wonderfully.”)
-Ardyn taking the backseat and commenting lil quips on how Prompto should do though is annoying.Annnd he’s back to his usual annoying self.( “Do kids these days don’t listen to their elders anymore!Breathe and let it flow!No!Do not be stubborn, oh don’t let him do that!” )
-“What about…Her shrine?”Nyx finally turns Cor after thinking deeply.”Shrine?You mean there’s one?In-” “Galahd,yes.Well,more like ruins but…spiritual elders often say that there were Oracles of Etro once.They originated from there.Maybe it will help?” It sounds so stupid once he finishes, because what good would ruins do?
-However, Regis makes an argument.They need to head out to regroup anyway, Galahd is on the way to Lucis,if it helps them in securing Etro’s powers to go up against Bahamut then its a chance they must take. They have nothing left to lose at this point. To meet with the Galahdians to make amends and join forces against the darkness would be a win too.
-Arenea can’t leave but she lends them her ship. Ravus stays behind with Pelna and Crowe leading the forces there, Dustin and Monica are still in Lestallum with another army.Ravus hands her a pole arm.Simple,but will serve its purpose.He promises Luna they meet again in Insomnia to fight for the freedom of their cursed duty.A stiff acknowledgement from him to Regis, they did help in liberating Tenebrae after all. The Nox Fleuret are ready to began anew.
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PART 4 HERE
