#omen!noctis

"It's in your blood," The King had said, words whispered hotly against his neck, and yet the hands holding him had felt so cold. “Now that you’re tied to mine, you can feel it, can feel us.”

The King had healed him. The King had loved him. The King had cherished him... and in return, he'd loved, healed, and cherished in equal measure. Had given all, even before he'd entertained the notion of his affections ever being returned.

If only he'd seen the shackles in the form of sweet words and chains in the form of small gifts, of flower rings, of the hand set on his side at every picture they had taken together.

Then he would have known and....

and then what?

Here in front of the main gates of the Citadel, he can see the enormity of their difference in powers. There is nothing he could have done to stop the Lucian King, or his ever loyal entourage. Here in the welcome hall, alone except for the howls and the desperate cries of people begging for a safe haven and meeting their bloody end at the maws of monsters, he knows he wouldn't have changed a thing.

He was miniscule, his impact nothing but a speck of dust in the myriad of roads and connections on Eos -and somehow, the King had seen in him something greater. Something worth loving, holding, have as company and confidence.

(All Prompto had wanted was someone to see his worth, to see him for himself and to earn a few kind words for himself only.

But never this way. Never)

Footsteps break his musings, and Prompto doesn’t need to turn, doesn’t even need to hear a voice to know who it is. His skin tingles, and somewhere inside him, between his heartbeats and breaths resonates the joyous melody of being next to the one he belongs.  

"There you are. Ignis informed you would be here tonight," Prompto hears the words, feels them wrap around his shoulders like a weighty shawl -like an iron net.

He turns and bows, taking those precious seconds to muster courage, to even out his voice. "Your Majesty."

The king shakes his head.

"I've told you Prompto," the King reminds with a faint smile, taking his hand. Once he'd fallen for the tenderness of the gesture, had melted when one hand took his, gentle and loving. Now he sees the tumultuous desire underneath, the madness and mania. "In here, with just the two of us. There is no need for titles" he continues and kisses his hand, soft and devastatingly gentle, those red eyes never leaving his.

(Prompto hates himself even more because... because his treacherous heart still wobbles for it just like the first time, uncaring that it's owner is a monster in human form)

He smiles, lips twitching, and he doesn’t know if it is out of habit, sincerity or fear. "Noctis..." The King smiles back, squeezes his hand and tugs him closer. The arms holding him tonight are warm, and if Prompto closes his eyes for a moment, and feigns deafness, he can imagine everything is fine.

There is a feeble bang against the doors, followed by the pleas of someone too young. A child.

No. No, not this, just- The sounds of chaos and death dial up and that's all Prompto can hear, can imagine -and a child is outside, and they will die or worse while he's here, safe from the horrors the Lucian King unleashed in the world.  

"Let me go!" He pleads, eyes burning while the screams of the child pitch louder and louder in anguish and the -and they, they stop.

The King frowns and then sighs. "You know I won't allow it."

Prompto tries to take his hand back, but is clutched like a vice, cold, unmoving and unforgiving. "I can't stay here Noctis. I must help everyone, someone, anyone!"

Noctis' frown deepens his displeasure tangible. "You would die"

Prompto stomach twists, he can hear the sounds of chewing and just imagining what could have happened. He shuts his eyes but even then, tears roll down. He growls, despondently opening his eyes and looking back straight to the only one he ever loved and now... "It doesn't matter as long as I can save even just one single life!"

Noctis blinks, and in an instant his anger is gone. He coos lovingly and caresses his cheek with one hand, thumb delineating his lower lip. His gaze is kind and Prompto knows he means it. "But you've already saved someone, Prompto" The King says, voice warm and sweet.

"You've saved yourself," Noctis explains in the same tone, and the kisses him in the hall while the sound of violence reverberate in the halls.

(He’d used the same tone the first time they kissed. It had been in the roof of a building, and Prompto was a mess of emotions and regretting ever spitting them out, and in such an unromantic place. Noctis had cooed too, enveloping him with his arms, and put his worries to rest with soothing words and the sweetest of kisses)

“Ardyn.” Noctis threw Luna’s staff to the ground and smirked, turning his head to look at him with his glowing pink eyes and a wicked smirk on his face. “It is done.” He knelt down next to Ardyn and looked at Luna’s quickly cooling body and went to stroke her cheek as well, just as Ardyn had done moments ago. As soon as his skin made contact with her flesh Noctis could feel his normal self trying to break back through the grip the darkness had on his heart and he flinched back, quickly getting to his feet and his breathing becoming unsteady. “Wh-what? I can’t- Luna...” 

Ardyn chuckled softly as he rose to his feet, slowly closing the distance between him and Noct. He stepped over Luna’s body and mocked tripping over her, as if she was nothing more than an obstacle. Part of his plan, apparently, soon crashing into Noctis sending the boy on a collision course with the ground that saw him pushed flat on his back and Ardyn landed on top of him, dangerously close to his face. It was as if contact with Ardyn made him fall straight back into the darkness, the longer they touched the deeper he fell. “My boy... the Lady Lunafreya did not deserve you. You deserve real love, something that will stick with you for all eternity...” As Ardyn spoke he reached down to Noctis’ pants sliding his hand underneath his waistband and squeezing his cock hard. “You deserve me.” Noctis whinced briefly under his touch, closing his eyes tightly to adjust to the sudden intrusion. But then he opened his eyes, glowing intensely and Ardyn smirked at the boy, beginning to palm him roughly. “I’ll be gentle, for now... maybe the Lady Lunafreya would like to join in...” Noct’s eyebrows furrowed at Ardyn’s words and he looked over his shoulder to where Luna was lay. She had vanished. 

“No. you’re just for me this time. Now, how about you use those lips for a better cause. Get down there.” Noctis spoke with an extremely low tone, as if the darkness had influenced his speech as well. He gripped the top of Ardyn’s head and watched as black droplets fell down his bare chest as the older man’s head was pushed down to his groin. He made short work of releasing Noctis’ cock and just before he engulfed it with his mouth, he looked up at the boy and smirked. 

   Not leaving a living soul, the prince aimed to eliminate the enemy forces. He formed a blazing orb in the hold of his palm, casting fira in the direction to the foes. A destructive wave of highly compressed air spread outward from the explosion. Noctis retreated from there, his full in violence sapphire optics flickered in red, bloody, fire burning in the reflection of his pupils. The snow-white image of the dog he spotted in the corner of his eyes, he ceased his killing spree and kept following the spirit that haunted his vision.

   He kept hearing voices... voices that drove him to the edge. Frustrated, Noctis refused to back down to the echoes in his head. He had already refused to listen the first time and he didn’t hesitate to do the same now.

   Wherever he went, it only brought him to more threats, more ordeal. Like a dream, he dove into different situations.

   The massive form of a behemoth raised with all its glory in front of the prince.  Noctis took heed of the beast’s attack, the shadow of the behemoth hovering above him stirred his senses. He swung his hand where he held the sword and scraped below the large muzzle, then opening a wound at the side of the behemoth’s neck afterwards. He threw his sword to a safer distance before warping to it. Upon his landing, a large paw had swept him off, he rolled his way out from being forced into a small space underneath the large creature but due to the pressure of the hit he collided into a wall.

   The prince fell to the ground and just a few seconds later the pain spread throughout his body like needles poking. He could only clench his teeth under furrowed eyebrows and glaring eyes and made an attempt to stand up before he was to be assaulted once again. Some holes were left in his covered in dust dark shirt with skulls imprinted on it, where the bullets and the behemoth’s claws cut through. The colours of the said shirt were the symbol of Caelum royal dynasty. He had already lost one sleeve, slowly shredded away of his family’s insignia. However, it was only the beginning of the chaos he’d go through.