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Gladio is fairly certain that this fight is among some of the worst he’s ever had.

His movements are sloppy, his hits are disorderly, and he cannot, for the life of him keep the motherfucking things in his sights. Giant wasps should be easy enough to handle for their little miss-fit group, but the second they had engaged the not-so-tiny-pests, they had struggled to stay on top of the battle.

Whatever the hell these things were planning, Gladio was beginning to think that they were just messing with them

And in more ways than one.

Gladio watched in utter horror as Prompto stumbled around the small battle area, his movements clearly uncontrolled as he raised a gun directly at Noct and fired a sloppy shot right at his face. Luckily, it had been obvious long before Noctis had seen Prompto pull the trigger that his comrade was a bit...disordered. He blinked easily out of range from the attack.

“Prompto! Get a grip!” The prince called agitatedly, simultaneously fishing in his pocket for the small bag of smelling salts he kept on him.

The poor boy’s only response to the matter was to stumble to the outer edge of their fight, groaning as he did so.

Could this get any worse.

Gladio swore under his breath and leapt to the other side of the field to corner a landed wasp.  With a brutish yell, his hand swung around to pull the greatsword over his shoulder, slamming it against the side of the giant wasp with a forcefulness to shake the earth.

Good. One down.

“Ugh, I owe ya one, buddy.”

Gladio turned to see Noct pull away from Prompto, the cloth he used to have the blonde breathe in the antidote stuffed rapidly back into his pocket.

“Yeah, I’ll cash that in later.” Noct called, a layer of suggestiveness played in his tone as he phased out of range from a swooping attack.

Was the kid actually enjoying this? ‘Course he was. He was the only one with any ability to warp strike a hundred feet up into the air to land a hit. The rest of them were bound by the rules of gravity.

Gladio barely suppressed a growl.

Why the fuck did they choose to take up this hunt. Each and every one of them despised bugs. This was one option out of A MILLION that they could have chosen, and they chose the one with the giant, toxin spraying, ugly, flying, bugs.

Next time he was picking the damn bounty.

“Gladio! Help Specs!” Noct’s call forced Gladio’s head to turn in his direction, snapping him out of his rageful thoughts. He rapidly began searching around the battlefield for sign of his companion, however, realizing Ignis must be in some sort of danger. When he spotted him, he found the man to be stumbling between the area in a cloud of green mist, throwing his daggers in random and rather dangerous directions. From where Gladio was standing, he could see the odd, muddled expression strewn across his face, indicating that he was quite -er - confused .

It was quite the pitiable sight.

Kinda cute, though.

Forcing down a small chuckle, the brute of a man allowed his shield to dissolve in a shimmery blue light before he jogged near enough to Iggy to be within easy reach, but far enough so that he avoided the danger of being impaled by a dagger.

Something about seeing Iggy in such a state mid-battle was quite endearing.

“Hang, on there, Iggy. I gotcha’” Gladio said, familiarly reaching into his pocket to pull out the small bag of smelling salts.

He saw Iggy’s eyes turn to him, and a brief moment of panic shot through him as he realized Ignis was very likely to attack him - the poison mist twisting his image of Gladio into an obvious threat. Gladio tried to walk a bit out of range, desperately fumbling around for the bag of salts.

As soon as he fished out the item, he immediately whirled around to locate his comrade. His eyes shot open wide, however, as he was nearly knocked off his feet when he suddenly found two lithe arms wrapped firmly around his neck and his lips completely crushed by the forcefulness of the other pair.

Whatever he had been expecting Ignis to attack him with - his lips certainly had not come to mind.

Gladio found himself still staring wide eyed at his comrade when he pulled away. Iggy’s glazed eyes and strangely joyous expression left him speechless as he stared at one of the most oddly captivating sights he had ever seen.

Green eyes were glassy from the wasp’s toxin, but a smile that could only be described as near candid with innocent happiness adorned Ignis’s handsome face. His arms still clung desperately to the back of Gladio’s neck, and he only pulled away far enough so that they were but a breath apart.

He had never seen Ignis so terribly befuddled before - and it was fucking adorable.

“Gladio...where did you go? I rather missed you, you know...”

The nonsensical words that spilled loosely from Iggy’s lips were enough to make Gladio’s eye twitch. Ignis’s glassy stare was unfocused and terribly - almost criminally adorable. And after only a small moment of deliberation, Gladio swiftly tossed away the salts in his hand.

“I’m here, now, baby.” He said boldly, a stupidly cliche smirk dashed across his handsome face. Gladio knew for certain that Ignis, in his right mind, would have either smacked him across him across the head or given him a very pointed stare at such a ridiculously cheesy line, but instead what he received was a bright smile that squinted his eyes into innocent happiness.

Gladio was certain something snapped within him

Unable to control his impulse, It wasn’t a moment later that the larger man had dipped his lover into a deep backwards bow, kissing him passionately in the midst of the raging battle.

Yeah...maybe this fight was worth it after all.

~

Later:

*SMACK*

“OW!”

“It won’t be the toxin’s influence that point my daggers in your direction if you ever do something so outlandishly stupid like that again.”

“C’mon, Iggy, the moment called for it, y’know?”

*SMACK*

“OW!”

Chapter Text

It had been a long day.

And what a better way to conclude it than to pull over in Lestallum for a peaceful evening.

They had needed to stop by to restock on potions, ingredients, Ebony, and the like - and perhaps treat themselves to a hotel room for the night. They had earned a good amount of gil that day from their hunts, so the four had agreed some kind of celebration was in order - though Ignis had been pretty avid about making sure they didn’t blow it all.

So they opted to splurge on goods, wares, better ingredients -

And a night at the bar.

Lestallum’s bar wasn’t luxurious or fancy, but it was lively and sweet, and people were friendly. They decided to take some of their hard earned gil, much to Ignis’s protest, and relax for one night. It had been a long day, and even longer since the four of them had just loosened up a bit. Tonight provided a good opportunity, as they were to stay in leville at their hotel that night, anyway.

Besides, Noct could use a some down time and a drink or two.

Which is where he found himself at that very moment. Settled at a bar top, the four of them were sharing loud stories and laughing over their various adventures. They had actually managed to garner quite a crowd, some people recognizing the prince of Lucis, others there to marvel and Gladio’s arms and bare torso, some to swoon at Ignis’s accent, and others drawn by the Prompto’s amazing pictures.

They were all having fun, but Noct couldn’t help but notice how, slowly, the four ended up being drawn away from each other. He kept being tugged in different directions, further away from his companions as drinks were pushed into his hands and eager voices wished to hear about the future wedding.

He could make out flashes of their clothing every once in awhile, but the constant chatter and movement of the room was making it hard to focus on anything. He had made sure to keep his drinking down to a minimum that night, as he was very familiar with the sensation of a hangover, and he desperately wanted to sleep peacefully when they got back.

“Prince Noctis, what’s the Oracle like? Are you excited to see her again?” The voice was shouted over the pounding music, and Noct blinked as a flash of the blue strobe lights flew over the young lady that was currently addressing him. She was pretty, he supposed. Long brunette hair fell over her shoulders, and her smile was kind and genuine.

He almost sighed, however, as he had answered this question about 50 times that night.

“Yeah, I am.” He said lowly, the young lady nodding as she had clearly red his lips instead of heard his voice.

In truth...it was a lot. It was stressful thinking about his future and where Luna was now or how she might be…

And the implications of what that would mean for him and…

“NOOooocccTT!!” Noctis spun around when the voice of the very person he was thinking of suddenly boomed behind him, and he almost crashed forward directly into the lady he was speaking to when he Prompto’s weight slammed into his back, toned arms wrapping around his torso.

An involuntary smile came to Noct’s face as he turned his head to try and catch a glimpse of his current captor, but the smile died on his lips as he caught the heavy scent of alcohol on his breath. “Yeah, Prompto -” Noct began, his arms still trapped against his side from the blond’s loose hug.

“Buuddyyy, where’ya been?” The slurred sentence was enough finish Noct’s conclusion that the gunslinger had had waaayy to much to drink.

Already.

“I’ve been here, dummy.” Noct chided, turning his head so that he could see the expression on Prompto’s face when he pressed his chin against his shoulder.

“I’vvee been - hic - lookin’ fer ya…” Glassy eyes were near childlike in a pout, and Noctis could only stare from the side as he marveled at the plastered expression.

“Oh, my! Is this your bodyguard?” The young lady that Noct had been talking to before suddenly perked up, her teeth flashing in a white smile as she watched the humorous scene unfold.

“Uh, not reall -”

“Yuuup! ‘m hiz per’snal bodyguard...jst’ don’ tell anyone…” The slurred words from next to Noct’s ear made him shiver as his hot breath blew past his ear.

Yikes.

The brunette giggled to her friend at her side, and that’s when Prompto released his hold, only to  stumble so badly to the side that if Noct hadn’t been watching carefully, the young man would have gone faceplanting into the floor. The prince latched onto his arm, spilling his drink in the other hand as he attempted to keep his comrade upright.

“Tch, seriously, Prompto?” Noct hissed at him, hoisting him up and was nearly knocked off his feet when Prompto responded by, once again, wrapping his arms around his side.

The two ladies standing before them were laughing loudly now, whispering to each other as they eyed the two lad’s comical situation.

“Great, you’ve definitely had enough.” Noctis reproved, looking down at the fluffy blond head that was tucked underneath his chin as he hugged him.

...damn...it was kinda cute.

“Excuse us ladies, I gotta get this guy home.” Noct said with a nod to them, who returned the gesture with a smile and a wave. “C’mon, you drunkard.” Deciding that Prompto was likely not going to let go anytime soon, Noct began to shuffle his way back to where he had last seen Ignis and Gladio, thankful that Prompto still clung to him as they made their way forward.

“Waaaiiit...Noct…” The blond whined, his hands grasping at Noct’s white shirt as he attempted to stay upright. “Whe’re we - hic - goin’?”

“To find Gladio and Ignis - we’re -”

“WOOOO!!!” The unexpected shout from Prompto made Noct stumble with alarm, once again spilling half the contents of his drink as he was shoved forward. “We gotta find ‘em!”

Suddenly, Prompto had detached himself from Noct’s torso, and took off, albeit very unsteadily, in a forward direction, bumping and swaying into random strangers as he did so.

“Prompto! Wait!” Noct tried to call, but the little man had already disappeared into the crowd. With a sigh, Noct took off after him.

He was gonna get himself seriously hurt.

What a pain.

Noct managed to weave himself in between the dancing bodies, and his blue eyes searched frantically for hot mess of a boy that had taken off into the crowd. After he pushed his way through one last bout of strangers, a clatter of a glass on the ground made him whip his head around, only to find exactly who he was looking for.

Oh, gods.

“Ignis!” Noct called as he trotted up to the man who was in quite the predicament. It had been obvious that Ignis was just trying to enjoy his wine, but from the looks of it, Prompto had all but careened up to him, slammed into his torso, and much like he had done to Noct, wrapped his arms tightly around his slim waist.

Ignis’s eyes were still wide with shock and a hint of anger, and he turned his flustered eyes up to the prince as he approached, Prompto still happily clinging to him. “Noct.” Ignis greeted, his expression a tad sour as he flicked his eyes down at the blond head. “Care to lend a hand?”

“Noooooo.” Prompto suddenly whined, his grip around Ignis’s waist only tightening. “Iggy...you’re - hic - so pretty...ya know?” Violet-blue eyes turned to look up at the green ones above him, a sloppy smile slapped across his face. “With your glasses...n’ hair...yer just...beautiful…”

Ignis’s expression hardly faltered as he stared down at the young man, his deadpan eyes rolling as he lifted a hand to gently pat Prompto’s head. “That’s very kind of you, Prompto. But if you wouldn’t mind....” The strategist said plainly, attempting to push his young companion off of him.

Noct couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh.

This guy.

Just as the prince made a move to help tear the young man off of Ignis, a large, tattooed arm suddenly flew into Noct’s vision. “‘Ey,” Gladio’s voice was evidently miffed as it took hardly any strength to yank the blond away from Ignis, his arm twisting to turn Prompto in his direction. His amber eyes glared at the drunken mess of a boy before him, but he didn’t seem to notice anything unusual - yet. “You’re causin’ a scene, stop -”

“Gladioo!!” Prompto suddenly cried, and identical to the situation before, the blond had lept his way at the large man, burying his head into his torso. “Gladio...dontcha’ think Iggy’s pretty? But - hic - you’re super handsome too...you’ got...big arms n’ your beard’s all cool…”

Gladio’s eyes shot up to Noct, at a loss for words for only a second before he grunted, prying the young man off of him as he did so. “Who let this kid drink?” He asked, eyeing his two companions as he did so. Prompto swayed dangerously, but Gladio’s hands kept him propped up in his spot.

“Dunno, I thought he was with you guys.” Noct said honestly, arms twitching as Prompto nearly fell backwards.

“The question is irrelevant. Let us return to our hotel, I think we’ve had our share of this place tonight.” Ignis concluded, waving down the bartender as he spoke.

All three in mutual agreement, the four exited the lively bar.

~

FooUMP.

Noct sighed as he leaned up, stretching out his sore back as he looked down to view the plastered mess of a blond he had just deposited on the hotel bed.

The four had swiftly exited the bar, and it hadn’t taken much for Noct to agree to see to Prompto for the evening, as Ignis and Gladio apparently had a few other errands to run that night.

Yeah, right.

But it lead him to this moment, stretching out his aching back from carrying the majority of Prompto’s weight back to their hotel room. As he looked down on him, however, another smile came to his lips as he noted the flush on the blond’s cheek made his freckles stand out more prominently.

Hm…

“You’re an idiot.” Noct laughed affectionately, bending down as he began to unlace the gunslinger’s shoes, dropping them carelessly to the ground.

Prompto merely moaned on the bed, his eyes fluttering open and shut every so once in awhile while he shifted sloppily in the sheets. Noct paid in no mind, and continued, as swiftly as he could, to strip him down to his briefs. As he tossed his shirt to the side, Noct tilted his head in blatant affection at the pathetic sight before him.

Freckled chest rising up and down, the blond appeared completely passed out of the side of the bed, the loose strands of hair sticking up messily in every direction.

“What am I gonna do with you…” Noct mumbled to himself, shifting to the side so that he could lean forward and plant a soft kiss on the side of the flushed cheek. A smile still pulling at his lips, Noct spared one last glance before he turned to leave, but stopped when he felt a hand reach out and grab onto his shirt.

His attention effectively captured, Noct turned to see a pair of glassy blue eyes gazing up at him. “mmm...Noct?” Prompto slurred, his hand still clinging to the back of his shirt.

“Yeah?” The prince answere readily, a side smile accompanying the tilt of his head.

“C’n you...stay...?” The large eyes that gazed up at him were watery, his expression betraying the sincerity in the request.

Noct eyed him for a moment, shifting his stance so that he could turn all the way around. “I’ll stay, Prompto. I’m just gonna turn out the lights. Then I’ll let you sleep.” He explained, patting the arm that was still clinging to his shirt.

“..oh…” The little whimper made Noct’s heart thud uncomfortably, and he watched as a strange rise of guilt built in his chest when Prompto turned his face away, his arm dropping back down on the bed.

Silence filled the small space between them, and Noct scratched the back of his head as he sighed. With resolve, the prince walked a few short paces over to where the light switches were and shut them off -

Then promptly hopped onto the bed, his body sliding as close as it could to the boy next to him so that he could wrap his arms around the bare torso.

The motion immediately drew Prompto’s attention to him, and without even hesitating, he had flipped over on his side, arms raised next up to tuck his hands underneath his own chin as he snuggled into Noct’s chest.

A comfortable silence filled the room as Noct simply absorbed the warm heat of the body pressed to his, his eyes closing as he relished in the contact.

“Noct…” Prompto’s muffled voice suddenly spoke up, and Noct could feel the puff of warm air against his chest as he spoke.

“Yeah?” The prince answered, turning his head down slightly so he could glimpse the blue eyes.

“Yer...really pretty, too...yer eyes are...kin’a like...Gladin Quay’s wat’r...n’...yer hairs’soft like a choc’bos...I really like your smile, too...it’s really nice. Tha’ss why I like takin’ pictures a’ you a lot…’cause’...yer so nice to look at…”

Noctis could only close his eyes and let a smile fall over his face.

The words were sweet and genuine - and so very intoxicated.

He rose a hand to cradle the back of Prompto’s head, tilting his chin as he planted another kiss on the top of the blond hair.

“I love you too, Prom.” Noct whispered, feeling the smile come to Prompto’s face against his chest.

Yes. These were the moments he lived for.

Chapter Text

It was high time they restocked on some quality goods.

That was what brought them to the Hunter HQ to pick up some supplies - Gladio wanted to check out their weapons there and Ignis was all too eager to get his hands on their rare meats. Noct was also very invested in talking to this one older lady, sharing information about tales with old beasts and lairs.

And that was when Prompto decided to excuse himself to snap a few good pictures from the hunter’s vantage point. The scenery of the HQ was absolutely stunning, and there were plenty of good spots to snap a few shots with his new filters.

Tilting his blond head up to view the giant arch that melded over the top of the HQ, he squinted when he finally stepped into the evening light and made for the small trail that lead up and away from the small area. He knew the perfect place to go, too. With the sunset hitting just above the Disc, there truly wasn’t a better time for a picture than this.

When he reached the top of the trail, he was momentarily caught up in the spectacular view before him. He could see the Disc in the distance, and the evening sunlight cast it in a brilliant shadow of light, the tendrils of the sun reaching far beyond as the red colors coated the sky.

Amazing.

With a smile, Prompto brushed aside his windswept hair and lifted the camera to his face, making sure to keep it steady as he snapped the scene.

“Wow…” He breathed. It was...so incredible. Being able to capture moments like these in his pictures lifted his spirits, and he suddenly wished that he wasn’t alone.

Well, that could be easily fixed.

“Hmm…” Prompto hummed happily to himself, pocketing the camera as he reached into his jacket for his phone to pull up Noct’s number.

“Well, well. Whatta we got here?” A loud voice suddenly disrupted the blond’s message to the prince, and he whirled around to find two burly men, who were likely a bit older than himself, coming up the trail. They were clearly hunters. Everything in their attire suggested it, but the oddity in their approach immediately made Prompto uncomfortable.

The one who had spoken was a large man with long, unruly hair tucked into a ponytail, and his face was set into a sneer as he drew closer. “Whatcha doin’ up here, pretty boy? You lost?” He jeered, his eyes crinkling in a strange sense of amusement.

“Uh, no. I’m not. Just came up here to check out the view.” Prompto answered casually, yet cautiously, flicking his gaze in between the two men who were unabashedly eyeing him. He tucked his phone away in his pocket, any sense of peace was quickly being replaced with caution as he watched them draw ever nearer.

“Yeah, it’s nice up here,” The first burly man said, his teeth flashing in another sneer. The two men were nearer than Prompto was feeling comfortable with, so with a breath, he straightened his posture and addressed them.

He was obviously on their turf or something.

“Yup. I’ll be going, then.” Prompto decided quickly, his voice a bit rushed as he attempted to make a wide circle passed the two.

“Now, hold on a second,” The blond whirled around, his heart instantly pounding when his arm was forcefully grabbed by the other man he attempted to pass. “Why don’t you stay a bit?” He jeered, his bearded face flashing in a taunting smile as he held fast to his arm. “Don’tcha think he should stay, Garin?”

Prompto’s face flushed in anger, and he gave a forceful tug at the hand that held him, but that seemed to only amuse the two.

“Aw, don’t be like that.” The larger man, Garin, who had addressed him before purred, walking up beside so that he could tower over his form. Prompto flinched when the man reached up to touch his hair. “You’re pretty cute, ya know. Cuter than most a’ the chicks around here.”

“Let go of me.” Prompto demanded lowly, his eyes flashing dangerously, though the tremble in his voice gave way to his rising panic.  

The two men chuckled mockingly, and Prompto felt a chill run up his spine as the grip on his arm tightened and the brunet man lifted his chin with his hand. “Yeah, you’re definitely cute.” He sneered, his taunting face drawing nearer to his own.

That was it.

POW!!

Garin had gone flying backwards from the force of Prompto’s fist connecting with his face, and not a second later he had twisted his body in an impressive series of moves and kicked his captor’s torso, a satisfying OOMPH immediately following the impact.

Unfortunately, though the kick had managed to free him, the majority of what had held up upright when he performed the move was the hand that immediately let go upon the impact. Prompto stumbled forward, his feet unable to catch himself as he crashed into the ground. He noticed his phone fly out of his pocket as he landed with a grunt.

Not wasting anytime, however, the young blond had picked himself up off the ground - only to feel his foot grabbed by a painfully forceful grip. With a yank, it sent him toppling back to the dirt ground.

“That’s gonna cost ya, you little shit.” The darkly uttered words barely registered in Prompto’s mind, as his head had hit the ground hard when he had his feet swept out from underneath him. He felt himself flipped over and his body forced to sit upright when the grip in his hair aggressively pulled him. Stars danced in his eyes as he attempted to reorient himself, and his heart rate only increased when he felt the force of another body sit directly behind him while two strong arms forced his own behind his back. “Now, you’re gonna be a good boy and sit there quietly. ” Prompto pulled forcefully against the hands that held his behind his back, the panted, lustful words making his skin crawl.

“GET THE HELL OFF - MmmpH !” His words were all but silenced when the man that held him from behind sneaked up a hand and wrapped it firmly over his mouth, quieting his angry voice. The blond continued to struggle, his eyes blazing wide when the man in front of him began to lift his shirt, his rough hands feeling up his bare torso.

“Damn - this kid’s gotta nicer body then a chick’s... “ Prompto shut his eyes as he felt the disgusting sensation of a wet tongue along his chest, and his struggle only increased as the man made himself more familiar with his lower back.

It was no use, the two were ridiculously strong and every part of him attempted to summon a weapon into his hand, but his wrists were locked firmly behind his back as Garin held him, his struggle doing nothing but tighten the grip.

“Hold ‘em there, Garin.” The other man commanded as he leaned back, tugging off his jacket as he prepared his next assault. “Don’t worry, kid. Imma make you feel real good.” Prompto’s eyes widened, his heart slamming out of his chest as he watched the flush in the man’s cheeks grow, his glassy eyes filled with lustful desire as he licked his lips.

A partial yell emitted from the blond’s mouth as the large brute reach a hand forward towards Prompto’s belt, unlocking the buckle. He could feel the tears of frustration and panic brimming in his eyes as he twisted against the force that held him securely in place.

Grimy hands flauntingly felt along the belt, loosening the straps with deliberate tease. Prompto shut his eyes, realizing his struggle was no use.

“That’s right,” His attacker crooned lowly, basking in Prompto’s dying struggle. “now just be good and -” The sentence was never finished.

In the blink of an eye, Prompto suddenly felt himself crash backwards as the person behind him was suddenly yanked out from behind him, the only thing that followed were the cries from the other man as, he too, was suddenly sent careening away from him.

Prompto’s breaths came in short, panicked bouts as he attempted to regain senses of his surroundings. He quickly sat himself up to see what had so diligently set himself free, but his relief was short lived as he watched in terror as Noct’s dark figure descended upon the two men that were just a short distance away, their moans from the ground very audible.

Armiger weapons had the two hunter’s clothes pinned down to the ground, and Prompto realized immediately that that was what had tore the two away from him. He felt the light from the weapons dance in his eyes as the rest of the weaponry swirled around the incredibly terrifying form before him.

The prince had his eyes trained firmly on the two assailants, and Prompto felt his heart jump as he noticed the instant rise in the wind and dark clouds that had begun to gather in the sky. The prince slowly began to make his way towards them, the sight of black boots passing Prompto as the force of the wind picked up around him.

Oh... shit .

“NOOOOCT!” Prompto cried, suddenly realizing the danger they were in as flashes of pink lighting began to split the sky. Without wasting a second, Prompto shakily shuffled to his feet and sprinted over to where the prince was walking.

“Noct! NOCT, STOP!” Prompto called again, daring to weave his way in between the swirling weapons that surrounded the dark prince.

The wind was making it difficult to see, but Prompto could make out the obvious shine of red irises through the black strands that billowed around Noctis’s face. Prompto’s yells seemed to fall on deaf ears as Noctis continued to stride towards the two attackers, each of their mouths open from their desperate cries of fear.

“Noct! NOCTIS!” With a yell, Prompto had lunged his way forward, skidding directly in between the path of Noct and the two men. His hands reached out and grabbed a hold of his companion’s arms, eyes squinting as the wind whipped around them. “Noct! Noct, stop! STOP!” Prompto called again, hoping that the gleaming red eyes would fix on him. “Noct, please! ” The blond cried, his hands involuntarily reaching up to hold both sides of his face.

The action finally seemed to bring a result, as Prompto felt a mix of fear and anticipation surge through him when the glowing eyes finally fixed on his own. “Noct, it’s okay - stop. Stop. You don’t wanna do this, buddy…” Prompto cooed softly, one hand remaining cradled to his face as he gently brushed against the soft skin. He couldn’t tell if his words had gotten through, as the scream of the wind around them was rendering his voice nearly useless.

Their eyes remained locked on one another, each speaking a thousand silent words. Finally, after a moment of their intense gazes, Noct allowed his to shut slowly, the wind and clouds slowing their vigor in perfect synch. Prompto let out a breath of relief, a smile coming to his face as the intense storm slowly began to dissipate, and his smiled lifted even more when Noct opened his eyes, the pale blue color gazing softly into his own.

“There he is…” Prompto jested gently, his violet-blue eyes softening as he stared at the familiar color.

“Prompto…” Noct breathed, the intensity of the wind finally relinquished with the word. The expression on Noctis’s face was twisted with worry, and Prompto felt a shaky hand come up near his face, hand opening and closing as he debated whether or not he could touch it.

“It’s okay, Noct. I’m fine - really.” Prompto kicked himself internally at the way his voice broke on the last word, damning his inability to calm down.

And just like he thought it would, Noct’s face swiftly melted back into blackened wrath, his blue eyes flicking over Prompto’s shoulders towards the two men that were still pinned on the ground.

“Noct, wait…” Prompto attempted to reach out a hand to stop him, but Noctis had already passed him and stomped his way over to the two hunters.

“J-just let us go! Shit!” Garin cried as he watched Noct approach them, his struggle intensifying as the prince took his stance directly above the two of them. The Armiger flashed around him in blinding colors, and the two men’s screams filled the small of the area as the weapons suddenly flew into position, their sharpened edges pointing directly at them.

“Noctis - stop.” Prompto’s voice commanded sternly, stepping up directly beside him as he placed a firm hand on his shoulders. “It’s not worth it. They’re just fools, Noct…”

Prompto could see the white of Noct’s teeth as he gritted them, the decision whether or not to tear them to pieces raging a fearsome battle in his mind. After moments of intense deliberation, Noct whipped his arm out to the side, the white shine of the Armiger disappearing in a flash of brilliant light.

“If I ever... ever see your faces again…” The words were little more than a snarl from a beast, and the two men didn’t waste even a second longer before that had scrambled to their feet, tripping over themselves as they attempted their speedy getaway.

Prompto watched as Noct glared at their retreating forms, his eyes a vicious blend of mercilessness and fury. The rage died, however, when the prince turned his gaze back to where Prompto was standing. His eyes were filled with dread, and he simply took a moment to look at the blond before he spoke.

“What...did they do...?” He could barely finish the sentence, and he tentatively approached him, his aura polar opposite from a few minutes ago. Noct reached up a hand to brush a thumb along Prompto’s lip, the blond wincing a bit as he just realized that it had split open.

“Ah, heh - it’s whatever. Really. Just a couple a’ idiots givin’ me a hard time. Reminds me of a couple other idiots I know.” Prompto quipped lightly, attempting to shrug off the dark atmosphere while he batted away Noct’s hand playfully as he turned around.

Heart still hammering in his chest, Prompto, as subtly as he possibly could, fastened his belt back in its proper place, straightening out his pulled up shirt while he was at it. Prompto was thankful that Noct was silent behind him, and he attempted to keep his gaze away from the prying eyes that watched his every move.

With a gulp, Prompto searched carefully around the area until he found what he was looking for. “Ah! There it is.” He proclaimed, trotting over to where his phone had been so unceremoniously thrown. He tried to quell the obvious tremble in his hand as he reached for the device. “Hehe, good timing, though. Really - I’m sure those guys were scared -” Prompto froze as he looked at the screen.

It read: Calling: Noct

...he had...apparently pocket dialed Noct in the skirmish.

Blinking down at the device, his lips pressed together as his guilty eyes turned to view the prince that stood only a few paces away -

Noct held his own phone in his hand as he looked on.

Swallowing down the dread, Prompto patted the end call button with his thumb and stuffed it away in his pocket, taking in a shaky breath. Eyes still avoiding direct contact with the prince’s piercing gaze, the blond shuffled back to him, his lower lip curving up slightly as he nodded in his direction. “Uh...thanks, by the way…” The gunslinger said uneasily, reaching a hand back to rub his neck. Silence filled the space between them, and Prompto shifted on his feet uncomfortably as Noct just stared at him. Unable to bear the tension much longer, the blond looked up and offered a shaky smile. “W-well, I guess we should -”

Prompto wasn’t given a chance to finish before he found his entire body wrapped in a warm embrace. Noct’s arms were strong against him as he held him tight, and Prompto felt a flush of red flood his face as he felt the rapid heart beat of the prince’s against his own. Moments passed as Noct simply held him, his head resting against Prompto’s as he clung to his form…

And suddenly...Prompto felt his body weaken and his tenacity melt away. The strength in his arms and legs seemed to drain from his limbs as he slowly began to realize what had happened. Squeezing his eyes shut, the blond felt a stream of tears leak through his closed lids as his resolve was stripped away by the warm body that held him. His shoulders shook as silent tears streamed down his face, and with a tentative push, he wrapped his own arms around Noct’s torso, burying his face into his strong shoulders.

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Prompto stared down at the digital screen in his hands, the soft smile on his face evident as he flipped through the day's pictures.

They had decided to stay in Cape Caem for a while, as Cid was repairing the Regalia with Cindy at that point. It gave the four a just a bit of time to settle down from their constant adventures, and they could all use the break.

So, right now, taking a little time to divulge in the free time, Prompto was scrolling through his pictures on his camera, every so once in awhile letting out a laugh at the moments he captured. Though as he scrolled through them, he couldn’t help but bite his lip as he noticed that the majority of them...starred Noctis.

His lips stayed pulled in a gentle smile as he looked on at one particular picture. The moonlit water of Galdin Quay gave the prince a mystic background, and his eyes, so blue even in the night, reflected the stars. He looked ethereal, even. His hair hung nicely in his face, and a gentle smile made his face kind with shocking beauty…

...geez, he had it bad.

“Ooooo!”

Prompto yelped when the sudden voice cooed behind him, his arms flailing as he attempted to catch the camera that had flown from his hands in fright. “GYEAH - holy crap, Iris! Dontcha know to knock first!?” Prompto wailed, blood rushing into his face as he realized that Iris had most definitely seen him staring at that picture.

“Uh - nope! Door was wide open!” The little brunette tweeted, her pretty face scrunching up in a happy smile as she plopped herself down next to the blond. “Whatcha lookin’ at?” She asked casually, her brown eyes lighting up.

“Uh - ehem, pictures.” Prompto said uneasily, hands fumbling with the camera in his grasp.

“Really!? Can I see? Did you take more today?” The young girl asked excitedly, bouncing in her seat as she tried to sneak a look.

“Yeah - yeah I did.” The blond laughed sheepishly, flicking his thumb to switch to the next picture. As he held it up, however, he froze when he saw that it was another picture of Noct.

“Oooohhh..” Iris cooed, head tilting as she observed the picture.

Prompto’s face was hot with embarrassment, and he quickly flipped to the next, but his horror only increased as the next several pictures were all of Noct. Noct smiling, Noct battling a creature, Noct leaning over a railing, Noct fishing, Noct, Noct, Noct...

“M-must be in the wrong album.” Prompto attempted to excuse himself, shifting to the side as he took the camera away from Iris’s view. He could feel how badly his face was burning, in fact, he could see that some of the color had even leaked into his arms.

Damn pale skin.

His fingers twitched through the photos as Iris waited patiently beside him. When he finally reached a portion of the daily pictures that had other things in it besides just Noct, he let out an uneasy laugh as he turned back to Iris.

“Ahaha - here, have a look at -” He paused, however, when Iris’s expression remained deadpan. Her brown eyes stared damningly at Prompto, and the blond couldn’t help but feel himself quake at how much she looked like Gladio in that moment.

He was definitely caught.

After a moment, Iris sighed and clasped her hands on her lap. “Listen, Prompto…” She began, the blond gulping as she twiddled her thumbs. “You’re about as stupid as my brother.” Her voice was flat with fact, and she took in a breath as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

Prompto flicked his eyes around the room for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell that meant.

“No, I’m not - wait. What does that mean?” Prompto asked, suddenly realizing that he had no idea what she was talking about.

“Why are guys so stupid…” Iris sighed to herself as her small body fell back onto the bed, hands covering her face as she did so.

Prompto could only watch as Iris stayed like that for a moment, his heart beating a little faster as he tried to comprehend what she was actually saying.

“W-uh, why is Gladio stupid…?” Prompto said as silence filled the room, desperately trying to start a conversation that would lead away from his current predicament.

Iris allowed her arms to flop on either side of her, taking a moment to suck in a breath before she propped herself up, hands supporting her body weight behind her back. “You’re just like Gladdy, it’s so stupidly obvious that you’ve fallen head over heels for someone, but you won’t say a thing about it. And you think you’re being all secret about it, but anyone with eyes can see it.”

Prompto gawked at her, part of his brain melting from the fact that this young lady had seen right through him - while the other part was infinitely curious about what she meant by Gladio’s...feelings. “Wait...anyone can see...what? Wait - does that mean Gladio’s got someone he likes? Who is she?”

Prompto didn’t want to admit anything at that moment. But his head became a bit confused as he had thought for sure that -...no it was wrong of him to assume anything was perhaps going on between him and Ignis. That wasn’t fair. Maybe he was just looking too hard into things. And if Gladio had someone else that he was interested in, that would help quell his curiosity about the two.

Iris, however, simply stared back at him, her jaw hanging open slightly before she smacked a hand in her face. “You can’t be serious. You guys are together almost 24 hours and you can’t see the most obvious thing in the world?”

Prompto flicked his eyes back and forth, waiting curiously for her to continue.

“Look, Prompto…” Iris began, sitting up straighter in her seat. “I hate to say this, but you’re kind of an open book.” She said honestly, flicking her hair out of her eyes. “And I think it might help a bit if you stopped denying that you’ve got it bad for Noct.”

Prompto thought he had passed out for a moment when the room suddenly shifted when his vision faded dangerously.

Yup. He was dead.

“I - I…” He dropped his gaze, realizing that it was no use. His hands fidgeted in his lap, and he could only sit in shame as his face flushed with embarrassment.

Iris waited patiently, her head tilted slightly as she sat there in silence.

“I guess...maybe...a little…” Prompto finally peeped, his eyes flicking between the amber orbs and anywhere else.

“Good. Feel better?” The young lady asked curiously, her lips lifting in a side smile as she ducked her head to catch Prompto’s gaze.

Prompto blinked his eyes up at her, and oddly - he did. He felt much better.

It was said. Out in the open.

He ducked his head as an involuntary chuckle bubbled in his chest. “Uh, yeah. I guess I do.” He answered honestly. But his expression fell again, as he realized that it...was just...not likely to amount to anything. “It’s just...I can’t...say anything.” Prompto explained, his voice low as he spoke. “There’s no point, really.” Prompto laughed humorlessly, his thumbs brushing the screen of the camera as he looked down.

“Why not?” Iris suddenly questioned, her attention fully fixated on his violet-blue eyes.

“Heh, why not? How long do you have?” Prompto chuckled, his lips pressing together as the reality crashed around him.

“Mmmm, ‘bout an hour and a half. Gladdy said for some reason he’s making dinner, and who knows how that’ll turn out.” Iris quipped with a bright smile, tilting her head as she waited.

Prompto laughed at that, but turned his gaze back down as he bit his lip, trying to think of how to start. “It’s just - he’s got way more things to think about than me. I’m not anything more than a friend who got to tag along on a roadtrip. I’ve got nothing to offer, and besides, he doesn’t even feel the same way. He’s -” Prompto stammered before he was able to finishing, choking down the strange lump that had formed in his throat. “He’s got Luna. He loves her. They’re getting married. He has to stay focused on that. That, and the fate of Lucis. So, what’s the point?” Prompto finished, swallowing hard as clenched his hands to keep down the sudden emotion that rose in his chest.

Iris stayed silent for a moment, her eyes downcast and pondering as she absorbed the words. “Yeah...I see what you’re saying.” She said softly flicking her golden eyes back to him. “But Prompto - did Noct tell you that?” The brunette asked, eyeing him carefully.

Prompto blinked up at her, his brows furrowing as he tried to process the question.

“I’ll take that as a no.” She chuckled softly, reaching up a hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. “Listen - do you think that Noct would have brought you along if you had nothing to offer?”

The sentence caught him off guard, and stayed silent as he pondered the question. Why did Noct bring him? He thought perhaps it had been because he was a friend - but this was an insanely important trip that they were making...Noct had explained that he had observed his skills as a gunslinger, but there had been a strange look in his eye as he had rapidly explained his reasoning.

“Hmm...yeah...maybe. Or maybe he’s just royally stupid.” Prompto said lightly, garnering a laugh from Iris.

“That’s true, too!” Iris agreed with a bright smile.

“I want  - “ He sighed after their laughter had died down, “I want to make him happy. I don’t want to do anything that will get in the way of that...he’s so...amazing when he’s happy. His entire body lights up, and it’s like you're looking at something warm and pure all at the same time. And - and you never wanna see that go away. Oh - and it’s just - the best if you can get him to laugh. Have you heard him laugh? I mean…” He breathed out as he thought, his eyes downcast as he sorted through his emotions. “And even though all of this has happened to him...he keeps going. He’s strong and powerful, warm and kind, and if - if I ever did anything to make that go away...I’d never forgive myself.” Prompto finished, his gaze zoning out on the same picture he had been looking at before.

Iris watched him in silence, her lips tilted in a gentle smile. “You...really like him...huh?”

“I...I really do - um...I think I’m…” Prompto couldn’t finish the words, and he shut his eyes against the swell of words that floated on the tip of his tongue. No. He hadn’t even admitted that to himself . And he certainly wouldn’t do that now.  

Prompto’s eyes flew to the door, momentarily thinking that he might have seen a glimpse of darkness out of the corner of his eye, but his attention was stolen away again when Iris started speaking.

“Prompto...you’re never gonna know anything unless you do something about it.” Iris said gently, patting his leg in comfort. “It’s just like I told Gladio about Ignis, he’s never gonna - “

Prompto choked back a gasp as his eyes whipped up to Iris, his violet-blue eyes staring wide at hers.

“What?” She asked suddenly, leaning back slightly as her face mirrored his shock.

“ YOU - uh - what!?” Prompto squeaked, both hands coming up to cover his mouth as his ears rang with shock.

“Okay - enough with that. You were gonna find out eventually. I mean, seriously, how have you not noticed?” Iris asked, her eyes half lidded as she stared at him pointedly.

It felt like his brain had stopped working. He had - thought something was going on...but to have it stated so blatantly was just…

“Can you get a grip? This isn’t about them, anyway.” Iris said pointedly, folding her arms across her chest as she pursed her lips.

“Uh - cough - yeah, yup…” Prompto said with a shake of his head, trying to reorient the world that had just been rocked.

“It’s like I told him - nothing will ever happen if you keep it to yourself. It’s all fun and games for a while to look, but eventually you’re gonna wanna touch. And it’s better that they know how you feel before that happens.”

Prompto felt as though he might melt away into a pile of goo at that moment. His face flushed red again, and he wished to the gods that the floor would just swallow him whole and end his misery right then and there.

“Ehehe...love guru, Iris…” Prompto said nervously, after a dreadfully long pause.

“That’s me! I’m a helper!” She chirped happily, any annoyance on her face disappearing as she bounced slightly in her spot.

The blond chuckled at the comment and nodded as he looked down at the camera. “...thanks, Iris. This...helped.” He said honestly, tossing her a grateful nod.

“Yeah, it usually does.” She chuckled, punching his arm as she hopped off the bed. “Now, let’s go see what Gladdy made for his beloved, mmm?”

Prompto let out a loud laugh and set his camera aside, making a swift movement to follow.

He could say for sure that this night had certainly been enlightening.

~

Gladio swore under his breath for the millionth time that night as he tossed aside the plate of seared meat.

He was absolutely useless in the kitchen.

“Gods, damn this.” He seethed, running the water over the burned dish.

He had tried tonight, he really had. He thought he could do something kind for Ignis, as the poor man had been running ragged trying to keep up on their travel plans, cook dinner, drive them to and fro, organize their lists, etc. But cooking was certainly not his forte.

With a sigh, he pushed aside the pan and placed his hands on his hips.

“Nice one, Amicitia…” He mumbled to himself, scratching his head as he tried to figure the best way to fix this.

He had attempted to enlist Noct’s help to have him retrieve a particular cooking utensil from the Regalia, but Gladio had hardly gotten two words out as the prince had come dashing down the stairs and sprinted out the door.

He had briefly thought to give chase, but Noct had been known for his late night runs, perhaps he was just feeling antsy. He hadn’t looked scared or overly worried, but his eyes had shown with a kind of unease that left Gladio wondering.

Oh, well. At that point, he was just trying to make sure he didn’t burn down the leville.

But now he was in quite the pickle.

He whirled around, however, when the door to the small leville opened, the scent of the fresh night air filtering out some of the smoke that was hovering in the small space. He had hoped it’d be Noct, but his face fell when it was Ignis who stepped through the doorway.

Gladio watched as Ignis’s nose and brows scrunched, the smell of the burned meat immediately overtaking his senses.

“What in…” He breathed as he looked around, his green eyes settling on Gladio as he glanced to the kitchen.

“Yeah, sorry.” Gladio apologized, his voice a mix of shame and irritation. “Toldja I’m no good with cooking.” He reached up a hand to rub the back of his neck as he stared around at the mess before him.

Ignis just blinked at him, setting aside the harvested plants that he had retrieved from the tiny garden a ways away. He coughed as subtly as he could, and made his way over to where Gladio was, keenly observing that absolute catastrophe of a mess. “What on earth were you trying to make?” Ignis asked, his handsome face turning to stare openly at his companion.

“Somethin’ that you could actually eat, for one…” Gladio grunted, his bare shoulders shrugging as he explained himself.

Ignis furrowed his brow again, and Gladio watched as he lifted a gloved hand to his lips, his forefinger and thumb bracing over his lips and chin as he quietly observed the disaster. Gladio felt an odd sense of affection swell in his chest as the corners of Ignis’s mouth ever so slightly lifted in obvious amusement.

“Mmm...I suppose...it is the effort that counts?” Ignis offered lightly, his hands coming down to rest on his hips as he smiled up at Gladio.

Gladio, as hard as he may, couldn’t stop the annoyed smirk that came to his lips at the comment, and he shook his head as a bit of irritation mixed with embarrassment flooded his chest.

He could take down a damn cataplobas but he couldn’t cook Ignis one meal? Pathetic.

“It was thoughtful, Gladio.” Ignis spoke up again, his eyes honest as he stared up at him. When Gladio didn’t offer him a response, Ignis took the initiative and tip-toed on his feet to rise just enough to plant a soft kiss on his lips. Finally grabbing Gladio’s attention, Ignis tilted his head as he looked on at him. “Thank you.”

It was almost irritating the way his frustration faded away from the small gesture, and the involuntary smile that came to Gladio’s lips replaced his flustered expression. His arms moved automatically as he wrapped them around Ignis’s slim waist, one hand coming up to brush a thumb along his almond shaped lips. “I’ll make it up to you…” Gladio said lowly, “I promise.” With that, he leaned down and locked his lips over Ignis’s, giving the man a more passionate fill. A few moments passed before they pulled away, but Gladio kept their faces close together as he took in the simple bliss of the moment. “...but we’re havin’ Cup Noodles tonight…” He said with a nod, his own laugh joining Ignis’s in the light joke.

“OOOOH! Something smells burned! I betcha’ Gladdy’s cookin’ again!”

The sound of the voices coming from the stairs tore the two apart, each returning to a respectful distance away from each other as they heard the pounding of feet on the steps.

Clearing his throat, Gladio tossed his head in the direction Iris’s sing-song voice came from. “Like you were any help, Iris!” He called, watching as her bouncy form came bounding down from the stairs with Prompto close behind.

“Yummm, smells great! What’s for dinner? Charcoal, a fire pit? Perhaps a delicious bowl of molten lava?” Prompto’s voice made Gladio’s eye twitch, and he shot Ignis a look when the man had ducked his head in laughter.

“Tch, Cup Noodles.”

The laughter that filled the small space could likely have been heard for miles away.

~

Noct stared up at the ceiling. His eyes were unblinking as he listened to the soft sound of the sea crash onto the shore outside of his window.

His hands were resting behind his head, and his expression was dull and unreadable as he attempted, with hardly any success, to sort out his thoughts.

He couldn’t sleep. Not tonight…

...not after...what he knew.

He had returned from his run only a short while earlier, and he had avoided any sort of eye contact with anyone. He made quick work to pass by the small group of people that were situated on the ground, all enjoying their Cup Noodles with laughs and smiles. Talcott had avidly encouraged that he join them, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t sit there and pretend anymore. He had needed to get away, and though his show of dashing up the stairs with only so much as a “I’m gonna go shower” to the group that sat on the ground was likely a mistake at attempting subtly, he couldn't help it.

Noct twisted on the bed, his arms becoming a makeshift pillow as he turned on his side, facing away from the door. He hadn’t turned out the lights yet, but he had figured that he likely wouldn’t be able to sleep even if he did.

His thoughts were tangled, twisted, and fastened around a single person.

He...shouldn’t have done it. He should have left when he realized where the conversation was heading, he should never had been so stupid to stay and listen to something that was clearly not meant for his ears.

He reached up to brush the still damp hair away from his vision, his eyes trailing out the window to blink at the endless night sky filled with stars.

Prompto...Prompto actually…

He couldn’t even finish the thought. His hands came up to cover his eyes as an odd rush of exhilaration filled his chest.

What was he going to do? What Prompto had said...was absolutely true. Noct couldn’t...offer anything to him. He was stuck in a position where even if he tried he’d never be able to change where his fate lead him. It would always lead back to becoming the King of Lucis - defeating the Empire - and marrying Luna. Nothing about him would ever amount to anything that could garner a future with Prompto…

...but that did nothing to stop the ache and want for him. And now that he knew Prompto…

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard three light knocks at the door, and when he turned around to view the intruder, his heart pounded in his chest when he realized it was exactly the person he wanted to see least at this moment.

...and most.

“Hey, buddy. Just comin’ in to say goodnight.” Prompto’s words were just a hush above a whisper as he had perhaps thought Noct was sleeping. His lithe frame peeked in through the door, wondering if it was alright or not to enter.

“Oh...yeah…” Noct muttered in return, trying to keep the shakiness of his voice to a minimum.

Could Prompto hear his chest pounding?

“Sorry, were you sleeping?” The blond asked tentatively, his eyes moving to the light switch.

“No - uh, no…” Noct answered his hands coming up behind him to prop his torso up on the bed.

“Oh...can I, uh...can I come in?” He asked, obviously sensing the strange awkwardness that had filled the space between them.

“Um...yeah, sure.” The prince gulped, hoping that the nervousness in his voice didn’t give way to his fragile state of mind.

It looked as though Prompto had hesitated a moment to take him up on his word, but eventually the blond pushed his way through the door and came over to sit on the edge of the bed. “I - ehem - I wanted to show you a few pictures.” He coughed, obviously estranged by the odd atmosphere between them.

Noct took a moment to blink at him, debating whether or not that was a good idea at the moment. He decided that it would likely be weirder to say no. “Oh, okay.” The dark-haired royal said with a nod, sitting up so that he could swing his legs over the edge, sitting as far away from Prompto as was obviously acceptable.

He didn’t know if he could control himself at this point.

“Um...here. This one.” Prompto began, shifting himself over slightly, immediately closing the gap that Noct had put between them.

Noct tried not to pay too much attention to it, however, and looked down at the image.

For a moment, the prince was distracted by the overwhelmingly beautiful shot.  “Wow…” Noct breathed, leaning forward a bit more to take a closer look. It was a cascade of colors. The dawn flitted down the Cape’s sea, setting the water on fire in a myriad of purple and red. It was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen.

“You like it?” Prompto said happily, his teeth flashing up at Noct as he looked for approval.

“Yeah...it’s amazing.” The prince said honestly, his eyes flashing up to meet the Prompto’s -

The distraction immediately filtered away when Noct was suddenly overwhelmed with the gentle profile of Prompto’s downturned face.

“Oh, here. And this one.”

Noct was hardly listening, though. He continued to stare at the blond as he happily flipped through the images. All the while, Noctis was caught up in the powerful force that was telling him to reach out...just once.

Prompto’s freckled nose crinkled in a smile as he explained to Noct the background of the pictures he flipped through, and it didn’t seem as though he noticed that the prince had eyes only on his face.

It...wasn’t fair. He wanted him. He needed him. He felt in the core of his being, and his will was violently tested when Prompto’s soft scent drifted in the space between them.

He had been this close with him before, but never with the knowledge of his accepted desires. He had never truly acknowledged them, and now that he had...it was almost impossible to resist his temptations.

He wasn’t aware that Prompto had stopped talking, and only realized the oddity of his own state when the blond suddenly looked up and away from him, his face flushing in the dimly lit room.

“Uh - uh yeah, that was about it.” Prompto suddenly chuckled nervously, switching off his camera with a flick of his thumb. He turned to look at Noct, but again, his face turned away when Noct simply stared back, his lack of response making the young blond shift nervously.

“Um...okay, well I’m gonna let you sleep now.” Prompto finished awkwardly, hopping off the bed as he stood to his feet. “G-uh, goodnight, Noct.” Prompto said hurriedly, making for the door in one swift motion.

“‘night...Prompto…” Noct called after him, making the gunslinger pause in his tracks as he turned to him. A strange silence filled the air, and Prompto offered him an awkward smile as he nodded, finally exiting through the doorway and shut the door behind him.

As Noct stared down at his own hands, he didn’t realize that outside his door, Prompto had pressed his back against the wall, sliding down the frame as he folded his arms on his bent knees, placing his forehead on his forearms as tried to calm the frenzied beating of his heart.

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Shit shit shit…

Gladio’s thoughts raced with the words as his feet pounded on the ground, his teeth clenching as he held tight to the smaller body in his arms.

Noct’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as another fit of vicious coughs overtook him, and Gladio spared a small glance down as his feet carried him ever closer to their campsite.

To his side, Ignis kept pace with him - in his arms he held the younger blond, who appeared to be far more coherent than the royal that Gladio carried. Though Ignis looked as though he was straining far more than Gladio would have original thought, given his physique, the man didn’t slow his steps as they made their way to the campsite only a few paces away.

“It’s right up here!” Gladio called behind him, Ignis giving him a nod as they raced their way towards the site.

The battle with the giant serpent had ended horribly. The four of them had been terribly out of synch for the majority of the fight, and though it wasn’t anyone’s fault in particular, the end result was any less than desirable. Gladio had opted to circle the giant snake to make the final blow, but what he hadn’t counted on was the others need to distract the beast, and due to their lack of communication, the serpent had ended up cornering the three of them - spraying a heavy dose of a blackened mist directly in their way just moments before Gladio had ended its life when the greatsword lopped of its head.

They were suffering the repercussions now. Though Ignis had insisted that he’d be okay, after he had let out a few hacking coughs, his concern was more evidently focused on Noct and Prompto who had barely been able to keep themselves upright as their coughs inhibited their ability to breathe. Ignis was barely able to get words out himself, but his state appeared to be a small bit better off as he was fussing over the two of them the moment the opportunity arose. It wasn’t long after that Noct had succumbed to the poison, his form crumpling to the ground as he lost consciousness. Prompto followed shortly, though he appeared to drift in and out of consciousness as they had made their way towards the camp. It was clear who had been hit with the heavier dose, as Noct had barely the energy to elicit any kind of response.

Gladio had been gravely concerned that Ignis was about to suffer the same fate, but the man appeared to be fighting back the poison’s influence, and he had quickly instructed that they return to camp - surprising Gladio when he had hoisted Prompto up in his arms and rushed off in the opposite direction - Gladio following closely behind with the prince.

And now here they were.

Gladio’s steps clicked on the stone ground as they made their way up the stone ground up to their small tent. Glancing once behind him to make sure that Ignis was still behind him with Prompto, he pushed back his panic when the young blond coughed again in Ignis’s arms, and he made his way for the blankets in the tent.

“Where do you want them?” Gladio huffed in short breaths, eyes trailing up and down Ignis’s form as the man strained to keep his hold on the blond.

“Out here.” Ignis panted heavily, his teeth gritting as he adjusted Prompto’s body in his arms.

Gladio wasted not even a second before he had gently set the royal down on the stone ground, taking note of the horribly pale color that had stolen Noct of any flush. He rushed inside the tent and ripped out the sleeping mats and pillows, rapidly making their beds out the outside of the tent where Ignis could more easily tend to them.

“Good…” Ignis had breathed out, unsteadily kneeling on the ground next to one of the mats to set Prompto down on the bed. The poor boy was coughing again, his eyes fluttering open and closed as the poison seeped throughout his body.

Gladio followed suit with Noct, and he bit back his panic as the prince shivered violently in his grasp as he pulled the covers up around his chin.

“Shit…why didn’t our potions work!?” Gladio hissed, his dark eyes searching Ignis’s face for an answer.

Ignis allowed a hand to come up to Prompto’s forehead, feeling for the temperature. Gladio noticed the obvious tremble in his hand as he pulled away. “I’m...not sure. But it -” Ignis’s words were cut off when he let out a sharp fit of coughs, his hand bunching near his lips as he attempted to stifle the onslaught that wracked his chest.

Gladio’s eyes widened in panic, and he rapidly stood to his feet to make his way towards him. “ Shit.” He swore, leaning down slightly as he placed his hands on Ignis’s shaking shoulders.

The fit finally died down, and Ignis immediately waved Gladio away. “No, I’ll be alright. Gladio, you must find Cardigar’s Lock. They should have it in the nearby outpost. I will see to the boys here.” Green eyes flew up to Gladio’s and the warrior tried his best not to let his frenzy show as he saw the obvious draw in his eyes.

“I -” Gladio almost spoke to argue, but he realized that there was very little that he could do there at the moment. Especially since none of their remedies had worked to cure them of the poison that was rapidly overtaking them. He didn’t want to leave them like this, prone to anything that was lurking out there - but he was left with few options.

Gladio stared down at Ignis who was still crouched next to Prompto and he clenched his teeth as he nodded. “Alright, I’ll get it for you. But keep your phone on you - I want you to keep me updated on everything. Got it?” His words were rushed and flustered as they spilled from his mouth, and a hand came up to cradle Ignis’s face as worry clawed at him.

“I will.” Ignis nodded, his eyes flashing back to Noct who once again erupted into a fit of vicious coughs. “ Go, Gladio! We haven’t time to waste!”

With a nod, Gladio spun on his heels and reached into his pocket, pulling out the small device that served as an earpiece connected to his phone. He could hear the stone shift under his feet as he sprinted away, the keys to the Regalia held fast in his hands.

He had no idea if he’d return to find them alive.

~

SLAM!

The door to the small convenience store of the outpost Gladio had stormed into swung open with such force the man was surprised it hadn’t flown off its hinges.

He paid little attention to it though, as he rushed his way towards the shelf that held the curatives and scanned them carefully, though his heart pounded hard in his chest as he looked through them.

“Iggy - what’d you say it was called again?” Gladio asked as he raised a hand to his earpiece, activating the call.

“ Cardigar’s Lock. It should -” Gladio bit down his worry as he heard Ignis let out a strain of horrific sounding coughs. After a momentary pause, he heard Ignis take in a breath. “ It should be near Leiden’s Grave.”

Gladio’s eyes whipped up and down the shelf - and his heart rate only increased as he didn’t see any sign of the curative. Without wasting another moment, Gladio spun on his feet and dashed his way towards the counter, a few protests shouting behind him as he pushed his way to the front of the line.

“Hey - buddy. You can’t skip in line, why don’t ya’-”

“Cardigar’s Lock - you got it!?” The warrior asked, his teeth gritting down his panic.

“Why dontcha’ go to the back a’ the line an -” The clerk wasn’t given a chance to finish his sentence before Gladio had snapped out a hand and grabbed a handful of his shirt, yanking the poor man halfway over the counter.

“ You better answer my fuckin’ question or I’m gonna make sure you never see the light a’ day again.” Gladio’s words were just a small less than a growl, and the man’s eyes bulged in fear as he attempted to shrink back.

“I-I we don’t got it! We don’t! I dunno what that is!”

“You’re kiddin’ me, RIGHT!?” Gladio barked back, his face drawing nearer as his rage overflowed.

No. No. No, no, no, no, no...there was no way they didn’t have it.

“I - I’m serious! We don’t got it!” Gladio shoved back the man as he released him, his hands fumbling up to the earpiece.

“Iggy - Iggy they don’t have it.” His words were shaky with panic as he spoke into the earpiece, his thoughts were only able to circle around the quickly fading time. He whirled around on his feet as he swiftly walked away, pacing the floor as he waited for Ignis’s response.

“ Gladio, then you must -” Another string of coughs cut him off as he tried to speak, and Gladio prayed to whatever gods were listening that he wasn’t already too late.

“Excuse me.”

Gladio whirled around on his feet to find a pretty young lady staring up at him. Her big blue eyes blinked directly up at him as she waited patiently for his attention. Gladio couldn’t be certain that he didn’t look like some frenzied monster, but if he did, the young lady didn’t show it.

“I heard you were looking for Cardigar’s Lock?” Her blond curles bounced in light waves over her slim shoulders, and she offered him a kind smile as she waited for him to respond.

“Yeah - yeah, I am! Do you know where I can get it?” His voice was raspy in his worry, and he bent down slightly so that he could become more eye level with her shorter stature.

“I do! They don’t sell it here at the moment because it’s hard to get - and it sells out quickly too make the shelves.”

Gladio felt his knees buckle with relief his eyes fully trained on the young lady-now-turned-angelic.

The gods had answered him apparently.

“It’s in the caves just north of the outpost, here. I can show you where it is, but I’m not going inside - it’s crawling with nasties. But you look like you’d be okay!” Her voice was all too enthusiastic as she bounced on her feet, her smile sweet as she looked up at him.

“A cave - yeah, okay, sure! That’s fine.” He turned as a small gathering of relief filled his stomach, and he turned his head as he clicked the earpiece on his face. “Iggy - I’m gonna go get it now. Someone’s gonna help me find it. Hang in there.” His voice was pleading as he prayed that it wouldn’t take too long.

“ Very good...hurry.” Gladio’s heart dropped at the words, and he could evidently make out the raspy voice as it panted the words.

His head flew back to the young lady standing before him. “Alright - take me there.” Without wasting another second, Gladio had all but scooped up the young lady in his arms as he dashed for the exit.

~

“Whelp, here it is!”

The young lady was right, it hadn’t even taken them five minutes to speed their way up the short distance from the outpost to the cave in question. The little woman had acted as quite a good guide for the most part, but eventually Gladio had opted to carry her on his back so that he could sprint his way towards the cave - as her legs would surely not have been able to keep up with him.

Gladio hunched over as he let the small lady onto the ground, rolling his shoulders as he sized up the cave before him. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, it actually looked smaller than some of the caves that he and his companions had come across in the past.

“Thank you.” He panted, passing her a slight nod of thanks as he pressed his hand to his ear. “Iggy, I’m at the cave, Just gimme a half hour or so and I’ll be back.”

“ Very...well.”

The response was barely anything more than a wheeze of air, and he swore under his breath as he turned back to the young woman. “You really saved me. Thank you.” He nodded, bowing his head at her before he turned to make his way towards the entrance of the cave.

“Just make sure you don’t take too long! They don’t have much time left.”

The words shot a hole right into Gladio’s heart, and he whirled around to ask how in the Six’s names she knew about that -

But she was gone.

“Wha…” His voice died in his mouth as he flicked his eyes around the area, but he closed it as he attempted to focus on the task at hand.

Whatever the hell...she had been - had better been true about what was in the caves.

Quelling the question in his mind, with a hop, the warrior sprinted headfirst into the darkened caves.

~

Ignis tried to withhold the fit of coughs that once again tore at his chest, one hand coming up to cover his mouth while the other clutched at his chest.

This...was bad.

He waited for the coughing to die down before he turned his hazy vision back to the prince that he knelt in front of. His quivering hands held a damp cloth to his forehead, and the other checked for a pulse on his neck.

It was there. But faint.

He craned his neck as he felt a violent shiver shake his own body, his face twisting into a grimace as hot pain tore into his very limbs as another hot rush filled his form. He bit down the agony, and turned to reach down towards the small mixture of remedy that he had prepared for the two boys. He had only been able to give a small bit to himself, as they were limited on the curatives that held any influence over the toxin, so the rest he had made sure to reserve for the two who were battling to stay alive.

“I’m in now, Iggy. I’m gonna find it soon, here. Just gimme a little more time.” Gladio’s voice had sounded from the phone that Ignis kept near his kneeled form, the speakers blaring as his voice filtered through.

“Do your best.” Ignis responded, his hoarse voice likely only faintly audible on the other line.

They were running out of time.

The mixture he prepared, however, did help a bit. It had shown on their faces. He couldn’t fail them, though. He had to keep them alive until Gladio returned. He could do it. He always had...curse the monster who did this. How had it managed to get all three of them?

Ignis reached for Noct’s head and tilted it up slightly, using the other to gently feed him the small bit of mixture that he had left at his side. Noct’s lips parted slightly as his nose scrunched up from the scent, but Ignis managed to dip the spoon so that it flowed into his mouth. Noct’s swallowing reflex activated automatically, but the cough that followed was loud and strenuous, and Ignis winced as he noticed Noct’s eyes move rapidly underneath his eyelids as the fever raged.

He spared a glance up at Prompto, and noticed the poor lad quivering in the sheets that covered him.

Taking a few deep breaths to prepare for his feet to support his weight, he reached to his side and picked up the phone, glancing down as he heard the screeching of a creature on the other end, followed immediately by the sound of a clashing sword.

“Gladio?” Ignis asked into the device as he finished standing, swaying dangerously on his feet before he managed to carefully make his way over to Prompto’s side, both with water and another blanket in hand.

“ It’s alright, Iggy! Just a few vermin t’ take care of! Shouldn’t set me back!”

Ignis’s world shifted dangerously as he all but crashed to his knees near Prompto, it took everything in his willpower not to give into the sudden darkness that threatened to overtake his senses.

He reached for the blanket and pulled it up around Prompto’s form, the poor boy letting out a few raspy coughs before his face scrunched up in pain. Ignis reached for the water at his side, and he carefully, much like he had done for Noct, tilted Prompto’s head forward to pour a bit of water into his mouth. The blond drank eagerly, and Ignis thanked the gods that it hadn’t sent him into a fit as it had done to Noct.

“ Iggy - Iggy I think I found it!” Gladio’s voice sounded from the speaker on his phone near his side, but Ignis found his vision blurring dangerously at the edges as he looked down, and he caught himself with one hand as his body swayed to the side.

“Good…” Ignis said as steadily as he could, reorienting himself as the world shifted around him. He braced himself as he again stood to his feet.

Gladio had found it. Good. It shouldn’t take much longer for him to return with it. After he had it...he could likely…

His thoughts trailed off as the world around him tilted, and he felt a hot flash of heat seep into his head, one hand coming up to catch his face as the dizziness overtook him. He could barely make out the world around him as he stumbled forward, a hand attempting to brace itself against the small stovetop.

“G...Gladio…” And in a moment, the darkness that had been crawling up the edges of his vision overtook him, and he felt his body fall forward as he finally succumbed to the poison’s influence.

“...IGNIS!”

It was the last thing he recalled before he slipped away into darkness.

~

“IGNIS!” Gladio’s voice rang loudly in the cave, his mind replaying the raspy voice and the sound of crashing on the other end. His heart slammed out of his chest as he pressed the earpiece harder against his ear. “IGNIS, IGGY!?” He called again, his eyes flicking back and forth as his wild panic doubled when he received no response.

Faster than Gladio could have even thought possible, he had bent down and tore up the plant that he had managed to fight his way to. He made sure to grab every bit of it before he stuffed it hastily in his pocket. He whirled around on his feet as he dashed his way back from the way he had come.

The goblin that had come careening out at him from the side nearly knocked him over, but the warrior shrugged off the beast with a yell, summoning the great sword in his hand to dispose of it in one fluid motion.

It barely slowed him.

His feet carried him swiftly throughout the cave, and though he typically found it more useful to make careful and easy swings around him as he battled the beasts within, he had instead opted to swing the blade wildly in front of him every time a shadow appeared, more than half the time hitting a beast.

His heart pounded uncomfortably hard in his chest once he spotted the small sliver of light that appeared at the end of the cave - and though he thought he had been running as fast as he could before, he felt another surge of power carry his legs at a speed he had never thought possible.

He burst through the exit with a powerful yell, shrugging off the last daemon that had tried to claw its way into his flesh as he made his last escape.

The daylight shining down on him was a welcome sight, but Gladio didn’t even slow for a moment as he sprinted his way out of the cave, his feet sliding on the dirt ground as he whirled to his side and sprinted his way along the path back to the outpost that was only a short distance away. He could see the Regalia in his sights as he ran, and he hugged the plant tighter in his fist as he all but flew down the desert hill.

It didn’t take him long at all to reach the Regalia, and Gladio had neglected to even so much as open the door as he flew over the top of the car and slid into the seat, tossing the plants in the passenger seat as he reached for the keys in his pocket.

“Shit, shit, shit!” He swore, his hands shaking violently as they fumbled around for the keys. Once he managed to grab them, he jammed it into the starter and floored the vehicle, the engine giving a loud roar as it reared to life, the wheels spinning on the ground as it zoomed out of the parking lot and back towards his destination.

It had taken him all but ten minutes to reach the campsite.

In another series of fluid moments, Gladio lunged out of the car, plant in hand as he sprinted up the small way towards the campsite.

“IGNIS!” He shouted as he neared further to the site. His heart stopped in his chest at the first thing he saw.

“ IGGY!” His desperate shout was little more than a cry as he dashed his way forward.

Ignis lay face down on the ground, a gloved arm extended above him with his phone only a short distance away from his open hand. The stovetop and table were laying unceremoniously on the ground next to him, having toppled over when Ignis had fallen. Gladio’s steps pounded on the ground as he sprinted over to him, crashing to his knees as he kneeled beside him.

“Iggy - Iggy, come on. ” Gladio panted, the plant tossed to the side as he gently rolled the strategist over on his back. Ignis’s arm followed the movement as it limply lay on his chest, and Gladio felt a swell of panic rise in his chest at the utter lack of color in his face. His heart dropped in his chest as he leaned forward, pressing an ear to Ignis’s chest as he listened for a heartbeat.

The dull thumping was barely audible and much too slow.

“Iggy - Iggy hang in there. Don’t die on me…” Gladio breathed, his head whipping to the side as he reached for the plants that he had thrown to the side. Without so much as a second thought, the had taken a small stalk of the plant and set the rest aside. He crushed the entire plant together in his trembling hands, making sure that it was ground into small pieces. He reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out a regular healing potion. Biting off the lid with his teeth, he stuffed the plant’s ground up pieces into the small vial, allowing the small blue liquid to absorb the substance. He shut the lid hastily, and rapidly shook it in his hands.

He knew he probably should have waited longer for the plant to seep its contents into the potion, but Gladio knew that he likely only had minutes left.

Bracing himself, he leaned over Ignis’s body and crushed the bottle in his hands, the glass shattering into a small flurry of blue lights as the contents immediately poured themselves into Ignis’s chest. It created a gentle glow that surrounded him in tiny shards.

Gladio’s panting breaths filled the small of the area as he waited for any kind of response, his eyes raking over Ignis’s form for any movement.

Just as Gladio had thought that Ignis had taken his last breath, the man suddenly twitched, and though his eyes didn’t open, his brow furrowed - and he took in a breath.

“Oh...gods…” Gladio could feel the weight in his chest drop at the sight, and a strange sense of nausea almost overwhelmed him from the relief at the sight. He gently reached forward and placed both hands on Ignis’s face, his own body leaning forward as he pressed his forehead to his.

He...was alive.

His work wasn’t done though.

It seemed as though what he had done had at least done something. So, without hesitating, he performed his same pattern of crushing the plants in his hands and stuffed them into two more vials. He gently laid Ignis’s head back on the ground, thanking whatever lucky stars were watching him as he noticed a tiny bit of color returning to his face.

He flew to his feet, and just as he had done to Ignis, he crushed the vials over Noct and Prompto’s bodies.

Each of them eliciting a small movement of life in return to the action.

Gladio watched as he cracked the last vial over Prompto’s chest, and he sighed in relief when the blond shifted in his spot as the curative worked its magic.

He...had made it...at least it seemed that way.

He watched the two youngest companions for a bit, more focused on Noct, as he had been the most damaged by the poison. The prince had winced in his sleep, and his hand had clenched at his side in response to the potion working its way through his body to purge the poison.

After a moment, he allowed himself to come to terms that it was working.

Gladio couldn’t stop himself when he reached over to grasp his shoulder in a clasp as relief flooded his chest.

“You guys are gonna be alright.” The words were more meant for him than even the two he looked down on. And with a long release of air, he stood to his feet and made his way back over to Ignis.

He still lay unconscious, but his breaths were audible now, and Gladio could see the infrequent movement of his eyes moving underneath his eyelids. Letting out another breath of relief, he leaned down and gently scooped up the strategist in his arms, his eyes flashing to Ignis’s face when he let out a small moan.

“I gotcha’, Iggy…” The warrior said gently, making his way over to the tent. He ducked underneath its entrance, and carefully lay Ignis down in the mat, his hands making quick work to remove his shirt, shoes, and glasses. He glanced up at Ignis’s sleeping face as he pulled the covers up to his chin, and he couldn’t help yet another breath of relief escape from his lips as he realized that he was okay...and he would live.

After Gladio finished with ensuring Ignis was comfortable, he stepped his way out of the tent and made his way over to Noct and Prompto. The two appeared to be sleeping gently now, though Noct still looked rather pale, Prompto’s cheeks were flushed with color, and he actively twitched in his sleep.

Gladio felt his knees give out.

The ground was solid and hard on his legs as he fell to his knees. And he hung his head for a moment as he silently thanked the gods that he had made it in time.

They were alright.

They would live.

If someone had asked Gladio if he had ever cried from relief, he could say he never had -

Up until that moment.

Chapter Text

Gladiolus Amicitia wasn’t proud of the fact that he was quick to anger.

He’d always had a hot temper when he was younger, and it hadn’t seemed to die down by the time he had reached twenty-one, but there was only so much that he could do to fix that issue. He had tried. Even enlisted the help of meditation, combat, and even books to get his minds off of things that angered him, but it still proved much too difficult to manage at times.

Especially when it came to jealousy anger.

Now, Gladiolus could honestly say that he wasn’t one to hate, or judge - as these things only served to make a fool out of a man - but there was one person that broke through every single barrier in his mind and stuck itself like a sharp pin in the very center of his being saved especially for hate.

And that one person was, at the moment, encroaching on territory that was, for all intensive purposes, strictly off limits to anyone but himself.

But there he was.

Lord Sakone. All but falling over Ignis Scientia.

“‘ey, earth to Gladio.”

Noct’s sharp voice rang out in the large training hall, but the noise barely did anything to rouse Gladio from where he was starting sharply out the window, his eyes were daggers as he watched the interaction between the two men in the courtyard.

He felt his teeth clench together hard as he made out the small smile on Ignis’s face as he politely acknowledged whatever the hell stupid thing Sakone had said, the nobleman puffing up his chest in blatant pride.

He was going to kill him.

“Gladio. Hey. We’re not done yet.” Noct called from behind him, a hand coming out to pull rapidly at his shirt to cool his sweat soaked chest.

“Yeah. Just gimme a minute.” The warrior barely withheld the words as a snarl as he observed the two that were still chatting in the courtyard.

“Whatt’re you lookin’ at?” Noct asked as he came up beside him, swinging the wooden sword over his shoulder to gain a closer look. “Oooh, Lord Dirt-Face. Nice. Missed the guy. He only visits 5,000 times a year.” The prince scoffed, his eyes half-lidded while he too, stared out the window.

It was true. In the past year or two, the small country of Pitelois had become an increasingly larger part in the Lucian trade, and their kingdoms had been in close communication since. Though...the amount of times that the nobles, specifically Sakone visited in a year was nothing short of excessive - and Gladio tried to put the rest the rising suspicions that he, in particular, wasn’t after their good relations.

Lord Dirt-Face was a fond nickname given to the man because of his horribly grown beard.

The man was barely above the status of general nobility, and the purpose of joining his fellow countrymen to their every endeavour to Insomnia should have been passed, or at the very least, none of his concern.

But he was very much there. Every time.

“Don’t know why you don’t like him. Perfectly charming. Especially since he spends every waking second with Ignis, it’s gotta rub off on him.”

The words were obviously sarcastic and not at all serious, but they still managed to prick at Gladio’s resolve, and he bared his teeth slightly as his amber eyes remained fixed on Ignis who was now politely trying to excuse himself from the lord’s presence.

“The guy’s a fuckin’ piece of dirt.” Gladio growled the words as he looked on. “And he’s -”

He stopped.

He visibly felt his eye twitch as Sakone reached up and took Ignis’s hand, placing a soft kiss on his knuckles before he bowed his head. His expression was lustful as he gave him one last look, then swiftly walked away. Ignis watched him go for a moment, clearly shocked at the gesture, but his brows furrowed as he tried, as subtly as he could, to wipe the back of his hand on his leg before he turned in the opposite direction and disappeared into the castle walls.

The wooden sword that Gladio had been holding suddenly gave way with a sharp CRACK!

“Uh - “ Noct’s eyes watched the wooden handle of the practice sword fall to pieces in Gladio’s grip, the splinters cutting his hands ever so slightly before they fell to the ground. “Mmm…”

“We’re done for the day.” The shield snarled, whirling in his spot as he swiftly made for the exit.

Noct sighed as he watched him go. “Yeah, thought so.”

~

“Gladio...are you listening to me?”

Ignis’s voice cut into Gladio’s reverie, and he was surprised by the way he had to forcibly pull his face out of a scowl when he turned to address him. “Uh...sorry, what was that?”

Ignis sighed as he looked at him, his eyes half-lidded as he adjusted his glasses with one hand. “I asked if you were alright. It seems as though that is not the case.” 

The two were walking around the quiet path of the palace gardens. They had just finished their meal one of the palace’s surrounding restaurants, and since Ignis had to pick up a report later that evening, they had decided to idle the night away with a walk through the gardens. The moon shone brilliantly down upon the decorative flowers, its silvery light bathing them in an ethereal glow.

It was supposed to be a tad more - romantic. Perhaps even enlightening, as the two had hardly spent much time together since the arrival of the Pitelois visitors, but Gladio’s thoughts always strayed back to the scene that he had observed that morning. It made him twitchy with anger. And he was terribly preoccupied.

Guilt swelled in his chest. “Yeah I’m...just tired.” He decided to say.

He knew Ignis could handle it. Gladio had already gotten into a fair share of quarrels with the visiting noble, and each time it had come back around to negatively affect Ignis and himself in the end. It was almost common knowledge now that Gladio and Sakone shared a very bitter rivalry, and due to Ignis’s pleads to at least try to act civil, he had given it his best to ignore it and leave it to him. Ignis wasn’t a fool. He could manage the situation just fine as he had done countless times before. In fact, he was actually better qualified than half the people there at handling the nobles, but Gladio couldn’t deny the anger that rose in his very core every time he thought of the two of them so much as glancing at each other.  

Like what he was imagining now.

“If you do not wish to talk about it, then I can’t make you.” Ignis concluded, his green eyes turning back towards their path as he folded his hands behind his back.

“It’s not that I don’t wanna talk about it, Iggy. It’s just that there’s no point. We already have.” Gladio growled lowly, his fingers twitching as he thought back to the encounter.

Ignis audibly sighed, his head falling as he quickly grasped the meaning. “Gladio…”

“I know, Iggy. And I’m sorry. I can’t help it.” The warrior admitted, throwing his head back as he ran his hands through his hair. “I just want the bastard to leave. Then I’ll be okay.”

“Only a few more days. Until then, please bare with me. And try to avoid speaking words to him.” Ignis chuckled next to him, shooting him a fond glance.

“Yeah, yeah…” The shield relented, feeling a bit of his frustration fade at the affectionate smile Iggy offered him.

He could do this. He could make it through the rest of the week without tearing the guy apart. Iggy would be fine too. As he always was. His words, charming demeanor, and sly way of exiting unwanted situations was a guaranteed at ensuring that he didn’t get tangled up in -

“Ah, look who it is. What a pleasant surprise.”

Gladio’s entire back went rigid as a slick, oily voice sounded from behind them, and for a moment, he refused to turn around. It was Ignis who turned first, Gladio catching the slight ire in his expression moments before it disappeared to face the nobleman who had appeared behind them.

“Good evening, my lord.” Ignis said respectfully, offering him a small smile that was just shy of pleasant.

At this point, Gladio had actively had to steel his expression so that it didn’t reveal the underlying fire that was burning in his chest as he turned around. Slowly, he too, turned to address the noble.

Sakone stood in front of the two with his broad arms folded in front of him. A sly smirk danced on his bearded face as he openly stared at Ignis. He was purposefully ignoring Gladio. His shimmery gold and black outfit boisterously represented the colors of his nation, the frills lining the sleeves in flashy laces. His dark ponytail drifted over the side of his shoulder in a sleek manner, obviously proofed and permed before he had begun his day.

Gladio wanted nothing more than to tear it off, along with the rest of his scalp.

“Dear, Ignis, I thought you had important matters to attend to tonight?” Sakone spoke, his expression twisting in false hurt as he blinked at him.

The smile on Ignis’s face remained taught as he responded. “I did. As you can see.” He said rather blatantly, the surprising words turning Gladio’s eyes towards him.

“Ah, I see. This is why you denied my request?” Sakone’s mocking words sent fire spilling down Gladio’s spine, and it took all of his self-will not to lunge at the man’s throat.

What a piece of shit.

“Matters concerning my daily schedule are much too trivial for one such as yourself, my lord.” Ignis responded professionally, nodding at him as he spoke.

His words were much too smooth. This guy wasn’t getting the hint.

“On the contrary, I find every detail about you rather fascinating.” The nobleman said with a side smile, his boots clicking on the ground as he unabashedly approached the young advisor. “Would you care to indulge me this evening over a glass of wine?”

Gladio’s self-restraint was waning dangerously. He played Ignis’s words over and over again in his brain as he held back his fist.

“Kind of you, but I am preoccupied at the moment.” Ignis spoke, his tone somewhat incredulous at the rather obviousness of Gladio’s presence.

“Come now, I’m sure you can spare me a little time…” Sakone was much too close now, and Gladio felt his senses go numb as the noble was slowly reaching up a hand towards Ignis’s chin. “Even for just one evening.”

“I’m afraid -”

Ignis’s words were rapidly cut off in the blink of an eye when Gladio had reached out and snatched his arm, whirling him around in a microscopic second. In a moment, Gladio had twirled Ignis into his arms and in one fluid movement, dipped him back in a deep backwards bow and locked his lips in a passionate kiss.

Gladio made sure to keep their lips locked for a good five seconds before he released his companion, using his hands to lift the slim back back into a standing position. Gladio paid attention only for a second to Ignis’s flushed, and somewhat angry face and the way he brought up the back of his hand to cover his mouth in humiliation. In a second, he pushed the strategist protectively behind him. Gladio’s boots stomped on the cement as he steeled his posture to size up the noble in front of him.

“That clear enough for you, you piece of fuckin’ dirt. ” The word’s were less a sentence than a growl, and Gladio could feel the way his upper lip twitched as he bared his teeth aggressively at the man before him.

Sakone’s eyes were wide with surprise as he looked on at Gladio, his mouth unhinged as he stared openly at the beast of a man before him.

But Gladio felt his heart pound uncomfortably in his chest when the expression rapidly melted into something much more sinister. Sakone’s arm curved around his torso while the other reached up a polished hand to grasp his chin. “Hmmm...quite.” The black-haired noble said all too calmly, the smile on his lips only widening as he observed the two. “I will let you resume your evening, then. Until next time, Ignis.” And with that, Sakone twirled on his feet and walked away, his posture all too proper.

Gladio watched every step the man took away from them until he had disappeared behind the garden walls. His heart was still pounding in his chest by the time he finally managed the will to actually relax his muscles even to move. “Tch.” He tsked, shaking his head as he began to turn around. “Well, I guess that’ll -”

POW!!!

Gladio felt his beck whipped backwards from the force of Ignis’s fist connecting with his face, and he stumbled back slightly from the force of the punch.

“You - insolent - “ Ignis could barely finish the word. His face was still flushed beet red from the kiss, and though Gladio’s only thought at the moment was the pain in his jaw, he couldn’t help but notice how endearing the way Ignis’s glasses looked tilted on his face.

“ Gods… ” Gladio muttered to himself, bowing his head as he rubbed at his jaw. He was well aware that Ignis’s punch could have broken it into pieces, or that he could have selected his nose as a target. This was barely anything to wince at. And Gladio was thankful he had been merciful.

“That was the stupidest thing you have ever done, Gladiolus Amicitia.” Ignis scolded loudly, the flush in his face dying only slightly as he glared at the shield. He flicked his eyes around the garden, fixing his slightly tousled hair as he watched for any intrusive eyes.

“Awwhh…” Gladio moaned as he worked his jaw, his fingers coming up to brace the bruised area. “Yeah…” He admitted after a moment, staring up at the moon as he tried to quell the pain. “I know. But I’m not sorry.” He said blatantly, his golden eyes returning to Ignis’s scornful expression.

Ignis glared at him for just a moment longer before his posture fell. He placed on hand on his hip while the other came up to catch his face in his hands as he bowed his head. The strategist rubbed at his eyes with his forefinger and thumb, then with a sigh, his hand fell back to his side. “I suppose there’s nothing that can be done now…”

Yeah. There really was nothing that could have been done at the moment. And though Gladio felt an unbelievable amount of satisfaction, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had done something that would likely come back to bite him.

Hard.

~

The days had progressed a bit more normally from that night on. Gladio hadn’t caught sight of Ignis and Sakone together as often has he had before, and when he did, Sakone seemed to be a bit more reserved than he usually was in front of the advisor apparent. Their interactions remained brief and professional, from what Gladio could tell. And though Gladio had barely spoken two words to Ignis since that evening, he was sure that perhaps his sporadic action hadn’t costed them too dearly...yet. It was only a day more to go that Sakone would leave, perhaps to return in another several months, but at least they’d have peace until that time.

It was a good thought, thinking that perhaps the man had gotten the message. Gladio had certainly not expected things to go the way the did after that. He had tried to get into contact with Ignis to ask if anything had turned his way, but the man was so busy that his replies were short and uninformative. So Gladio was still left with a slight unknown in that area.

Oh, well. As long as he wasn’t seeing anything so far, then perhaps they were in the clear.

CLASH

“Focus, Noct!” Gladio commanded as the royal went tumbling to his rear once again. Noct’s face bundled up in a scrunch as he rubbed at his backside, taking a moment to reach for his sword.

“Tch. Yeah…” The prince said rather dully, making Gladio’s brows furrow at the sulky sight.

“Square up, highness. Your form is shit today.” Gladio commended from where he stood above him, greatsword pointed directly at his face as the prince stood to his feet.

“Like that’s any surprise…” The dark-haired man said with a scoff, rising to his feet to dust off one of his pant legs.

“The only surprise is you finally admittin’ that your form’s sloppy today.” The warrior said, his words rough as he prepared his stance.

“Look, I know you’re angry, but don’t take it out on me. It sucks for me too, okay?” Noct’s blue eyes were downcast in an uncharacteristic amount of sadness as he spoke, trying to ready his stance.

Gladio’s brows furrowed at the comment. At first he had chalked it up to his attitude a few days ago, but the statement wasn’t adding up to the scenario.

He straightened his posture as he tilted his head. “What does?” He asked, twirling the blade in his hand as he propped it against the ground.

“The thing with Ignis.” Noct answered, his eyes narrowing as he stared at him as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Oh gods.

WHAT?

Shit. How’d the kid hear about that!?

“Wh-uh, what? You heard about that?” Gladio’s face melted into slight horror. But Noct was not acting at all as though he thought he would.

Perhaps he needed to give the kid more credit.

“Are you an idiot? Of course I did. He’s my advisor.” Noct answered, shaking his head as he turned away, his lips pressed together in a firm line.

“He, uh...he tells you everything...huh..?” Gladio asked uncertainly, his heart pounding ridiculously hard in his chest as he, could not, for the life of him, figure out why Ignis would have shared that with him. Hadn’t they both agreed to keep that from plain sight?

“It’s not exactly a secret, you know.” Noct cast him a glance, a small bit of anger pooling into his voice as he spoke.

Gladio was actively panicking now.

“Finding a replacement’s gonna be impossible. I can’t believe my dad agreed to that. What the hell is he thinking?”

Gladio’s heart stopped in his chest.

Wait... what? Replacement?

“What a second, what replacement?” Gladio asked, the gears in his head slowly turning as he realized that Noct likely had not been referring to what had happened those few nights ago.

Noct’s blue eyes flashed in a confused gaze over the warrior, his brows furrowing as he calculated his words. “What did you think I was talking about?”

“Noct.” Gladio said sternly, dropping the greatsword on the ground which landed with clatter . “What are you talking about…?” The warrior’s form towered over the prince as he demanded the answer.

The prince’s jaw hung open slightly as he tried to reorient the derivation of the conversation. “Gladio. Ignis is leaving tomorrow.”

Gladio’s eyes widened as his heart stopped dead in his chest. The world tilted dangerously at the next words that spilled from Noct’s mouth.

“He’s going back to Pitelois with Sakone.”

~

“And perhaps we will get a chance to see the Falls of Alterani, I hear they’re quite lovely around this time of year.”

Ignis bit back a cringe as he listened to the words fall from Sakone’s mouth, and he kept his face focused on the bookshelf they stood near in the quiet palace library. His gloved hands reached out to grab a particular read on the outlying kingdoms, and he silently swore to himself as another claw of guilt tore at his chest.

He had barely had two seconds to himself after the arrangement between Sakone and the king had been made. He’d been ushered by the noble to prepare for his journey to Pitelois, and since then, his time could barely be called his own.

This...was...not exactly pleasant.

He knew that it should have been only for a few months, but the way that Sakone had spoken had made it seem as though his time there would be filled...and possibly not allow him back in the time that he wished. There was little he could do, however, as the proposition to Regis had been well received. The king had, of course, kindly asked Ignis if he would take up the offer, and though Ignis had offered his arguments for Noct’s sake, the king insisted that the prince would be able to manage for a few months without him. Regis had seemed quite excited about the deal, having Ignis sent as their ambassador of sorts to the outlying regions would be a good start at confirming their trade deal.

...but Ignis couldn’t shake the feeling that that was only a small reason to why Sakone had proposed such a plan.

And not to mention that he had barely had the time to even think about mentioning this to Gladio. He was able to tell Noct, as the prince’s meetings and tutoring sessions had been penciled into his schedule, but unfortunately for Gladio...he hadn’t managed to say even a word. And messaging him with such news was certainly out of the question. What would he say? “Gladio: I’ll be leaving with Sakone to Pitelois by the end of the week. See you in the coming months.”

Impossible.

“Perhaps. But for all your talk of business deals and firm trade, we will have little else to focus on but that.” Ignis responded, trying to keep the irritation out of his tone.

Sakone laughed at the remark while he leaned against the bookshelf Ignis was currently browsing. “Oh, come now. Surely we’ll find time for ourselves.”

Ignis’s hand paused for a moment as the words sent a slight chill down his spine. Swallowing back his dread, he continued to reach for the book near the top shelf. “Not if we wish to advance our plans as quickly as possible.”

“Such a focused worker.”

Ignis felt his body twitch when Sakone’s hand reached out and grabbed Ignis’s hand that was reaching for the book above him. His green eyes flew to the man beside him as his brows furrowed.

“It’s quite charming. It’s why I kept coming back, you know.” The man’s eyes lit in a dangerously possessive way, and Ignis couldn’t resist the slight tug he gave at his grasp.

“This is highly inappropriate, Lord Sakone.” Ignis’s voice was low as he finally allowed his mask to break into a slight glare, his wrist again tugging at Sakone’s grasp.

Sakone released it, but continued to step forward, Ignis backing up as the man invaded his space on a personal level. “Come now, Ignis…” The man began lowly, his steps continuing forward even as Ignis backed into the wall behind him. “Did you really believe I would go through all the work with no personal benefit? Surely you must know by now the reason I chose you…”

Ignis’s eyes narrowed even further, and he found his lip twitching as a glare now avidly adorned his face. “You are jeopardizing the relations of our kingdom and yours if there is no seriousness to the claims you made to the king.” The advisor said boldly.

“Oh, I do have claim,” Sakone jeered, a hand coming up to brace against the wall beside Ignis while he leaned in. “But I also seek personal gain.” His other hand raised up and grasped Ignis’s chin, “You’re quite the prize, Ignis Scientia...and you’ll come to find that I too, have much to offer. All you have to do...is let me have you…”

Ignis’s eyes widened at the blatancy of the statement, but his face was barely able to turn as Sakone held it in place. His entire vision was filled with the man before him -

SLAM!

Both heads whipped to the side when the doors to the library burst open - revealing the monstrous form of a man standing in the middle.

It took a moment for the three to assess the situation, as they all simply stared in shock at each other.

It was Gladio who made the first move. Faster than Ignis thought even possible, the man had stormed his way into the library, shoving chairs and tables out of his way as he carved a path directly to the two of them. Sakone had leaned away, his eyes focused on the coming brute, but his stance was prepared as the man neared. Things took an unexpected turn, however, when Gladio instead marched directly to Ignis, snatched his hand, slipped off his glove, and thrown it directly at Sakone’s feet.

“That’s it you stupid son of a bitch.” Gladio snarled after a moment of the two looking between the glove and each other. “Pick it up. I win. You leave this place and never return or ever so much as look at Ignis again - and if you do, I get free reign to tear you limb from limb. Got it?”

Ignis stared at the two men before him, shock rendering him speechless as he attempted to process that Gladio had actually just challenged the man to a duel in his name. Old traditions were still taught in history classes throughout Lucis, and surely the nobles knew the way of the old, but for Gladio to so actively bring to light such an odd tradition was…

Sakone’s lips curved in an uneasy smile. And though Ignis had thought, at first, that Gladio’s way of going about this was rather strange, he slowly realized that it was possibly the best thing he could have done to quell the situation.

For the man would obviously be to prideful to deny the challenge.

Eventually, the dark-haired noble bent down and picked up the glove, and Gladio’s teeth shown as he flashed him a dark grin.

“Very well, Gladiolus. I accept. But if I win, then I choose my prize. Anything I wish.”

“That’s a deal. But just so you’re aware -” Gladio said, his facial expression taking on the epitome of sinister. “ I’m gonna beat the living shit outta you.”

~

Needless to say, Gladiolus emerged victorious.

The small duel that had taken place with thin-blade swords was swift and effortless, and Gladio had made quick work to humiliate the man in front of the small gathering of people that had appeared in the middle of the courtyard. Though...near the end it had become little more than a brawl as Gladio had pummeled the man to a little less than pieces.

Ignis wasn’t sure who had been more humiliated by the duel - himself or Sakone.

“Tch, can’t believe they finally left…” Gladio had said the evening afterwards.

The two of them had taken some much needed time away from the palace, retreating back to Ignis’s apartment in a stunning turn of events.

After the small debacle between Gladio and Sakone, the Pitelois nobles had apologized profusely in his stead, Regis, though likely was ashamed by Gladio’s actions, had taken up a mantle of forgiveness and offered them peace - on Insomnia’s terms. Sakone, of course, would not return.  Clarus had taken it upon himself to see to Gladio’s punishment for outlandish behavior, but it had later been discovered that the current Shield wasn’t...quite as displeased as he had made himself out to be.

“My dad hated the guy ‘bout as much as I did.” Gladio had explained, looking out the window as he spoke, his hand bringing up the mug of coffee to his lips.

“It is fortunate that nothing more came of this.” Ignis responded from where he sat on the couch, his eyes flicking up from the novel he read, one leg crossed over the other to prop the book in his lap.

“You can say that again.” Gladio tsked, turning his attention back to where Ignis sat. “Can’t believe a piece a shit like that was considered noble.” His steps padded on the ground as he made his way over to the sofa Ignis sat upon.

“Quite. Though, he likely won’t be for much longer after the humiliation he suffered his country.” Ignis added, his legs uncrossing as Gladio sat himself down just in front of him, his back to the edge of the sofa as he leaned his head back.

“Don’t tell me that. It’ll just wanna make me follow up on it.” He sighed, his neck craning back as he viewed his partner from where he sat.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while. Each taking the moment to sip at their mugs, enjoying the pleasure of being in each other’s company after such a reckless week.

“Next time, I’m just gonna kiss ya from the start.” Gladio suddenly spoke up, though his eyes remained closed when Ignis looked up from his book. Ignis’s chuckle brought a warm smile to his face.

“Let us just hope there is no next time.” The strategist responded, leaning forward so that he could more easily look down at the amber eyes that were now staring up at him.

Gladio chuckled, a smile coming to his face as he looked on. “I love ya, Iggy.”

Gladio felt his heart flutter slightly at the smile Ignis returned and he closed his eyes as the man leaned forward in his seat, his lips coming down to give the warrior a sweet, upside down kiss.

“And I you, Gladio.”

Chapter Text

After the four got the news that Insomnia had fallen, the mood among them, inevitably, had been awful. They continued on as best as they could with the burning city in their minds the entire way. Though each and every one of them had been affected by the fall of the city, the thoughts among the group had more turned to Noctis. The impact that it was having on him was obvious. He remained reserved, but his finicky temper lead to frequent arguments - mainly with Gladio. The four were well aware of what this meant for them, but they had to continue on in the hopes that they could later reclaim the city with the power of the Ring and Luna at their side.

But...lately, there had been a noticeable shift in Noct’s mood. He was all too quiet, and though it seemed as though all the prince had been doing lately was sleeping, it was obvious to anyone that he wasn’t. It was likely he was just trying to shut out the reality of the nightmare he currently lived in.

His eyes were baggy, and his feet dragged along the ground in their fights. His movements and actions were sloppy, and he barely put up a fight anymore when Gladio hounded him for his slovenly actions. The four knew that it was likely the weight of stress bearing down on him, but it was the day that Noct was unable to be roused from his sleep that finally put things in perspective.

Prompto had come scrambling out of the tent, his hair a frizzy mess as he all but crashed into Ignis as he frantically explained that Noct wouldn’t wake up. Without a second thought, the two had entered the tent, and after a few prods and quiet analyzation, Ignis calmly explained that he was running a fever.

A very high fever.

“We need to get him to a hotel at once.” The man had explained hurriedly, his voice calm and collected, but Prompto could evidently tell that this was a very bad situation. The heavy pants and painfully twisted expression in Noct’s face was quickly becoming something unbearable to see.

It was fortunate that Gladio had returned from his run when he did, and seeing the desperate situation, he had all too delicately swore under his breath and scooped up the prince in his massive arms and set him in the Regalia. The three then made quick work of the campsite so that they could be on their way back to Gladin Quay.

The car ride to the Quay was intense and flustered as Ignis had been throwing instructions at the two to make sure that they were well prepared for when they finally arrived at the Quay. If Ignis was aggravated by the prince’s condition, then there was a good chance that Noct was in very bad straights.

~

Gladio couldn’t say for sure that he was necessarily skilled in the medical profession, but he was used to bandaging up cuts, bruises, sprained wrists and ankles, and even setting broken bones.

Illness...that was a different story.

Sure, he may have tended to Iris when she fell sick, but that was a long time ago - and even in that case, Ignis had been there to help.

But now here he was.

The whoosh of the wind passing by them as they sped towards the Quay should have been refreshing, but the current situation was anything but. Gladio’s hardened expression fell down at the prince that had his head laying in his lap. The sheen of sweat on his face and his breaths came in short huffs. Sweaty strands clung to his face, and Gladio couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt shoot through him.

He had...really pushed him, hadn’t he?

“We’ll be arriving shortly. Gladio, you will take Noct to the hotel immediately, Prompto and I will make for the east side of the Quay - I’m sure that the herbs we need will be there.” Ignis instructed, drawing Gladio’s eyes away from the sickly prince and back to Ignis.

“Got it.” The shield said determinedly.

“Is - is he gonna be okay?” Prompto asked - for the tenth time.

“He’ll be fine, Prompto. We just need to find those herbs.” Ignis reassured, casting him a side glance as the car took a turn.

Gladio could see the hotel at this point, but his attention was drawn back to Noct when the young prince shivered violently, a soft moan emitting from his lips as his brows scrunched in pain.

Clenching his teeth to bite down the worry that spiked through him, Gladio lifted a hand and squeezed Noct’s shoulder, then let it slide up and down his arm. “Hang in there, champ. We’re almost there.”

If only this thing could go faster.

~

Just as instructed, the three had parted ways the moment they had parked in Gladin Quay. Ignis had set Gladio up with the proper room and board already, so the most that Gladio had to do was open the door to their room.

Gladio had briefly wondered if Ignis was worried about the amount of gil that they had blown just to stay in a nice hotel, but that thought was pushed aside as he set the prince down on the plush bed. He gritted his teeth as Noct tossed his head to the side, the familiar pain in his expression twisting his face into a grimace.

Swiftly bringing to mind the things Ignis had instructed, he removed the blanket that had been wrapped around Noct and tossed it to the side, the prince immediately shivering from the warmth that had been stolen from his bare chest. Gladio then shifted the covers out from underneath him and laid them neatly on top of the prince, tucking the sides so that they closely wrapped him in a warm bundle.

“Alright…” Gladio whispered to himself, glancing around the room. Casting one last look at the prince, the warrior made for the freezer that was situated a short distance away. Per Ignis’s suggestion, he took a cloth from the sink and filled it with ice, tying the ends together with an elastic band he kept in his pocket.

As he made his way back to Noct, Gladio couldn’t help but shake the sudden familiarity of the scene before him.

Iris coughed daintily on the bed before him, and Gladio stood at the end, worry masking his face. He watched as his baby sister shifted on the large bed, and he bit his lip as he wondered if she was going to be alright…

He shook his head, and pulled up a table-top chair next to the bed where Noct was resting.

“You’re gonna be alright.” Gladio said softly, placing the makeshift bag of ice on his forehead, wondering if this was doing any good at all.

He couldn’t help but let his thoughts drift as he thought about what Noct was going through.

He had supposed that much of his anger lately had been taken on on the poor kid. He had chalked it all up to making sure that the prince didn’t lose his cool, and that he stayed ready for any next attack on them. Losing themselves to despair and desperation wouldn’t help them solve their problems - and Lucis still needed their king. Noct had to stay strong - and Gladio wouldn’t stand for any weakness, not when he was the people’s only hope…

But...he couldn’t say that he was being entirely fair.

He didn’t realize it earlier, but he did now.

He was... angry. So very angry. What had happened to Insomnia had not just affected Noct, but each and every one of them. The city had fallen, their home destroyed. The Empire had crushed everything in their path, killed their king...and his own father.

Gladio shifted in his spot.

He didn’t like to think about it. No, more like he hadn’t given himself time to think about it. He refused. He knew his father had been killed along with Regis. There was no doubt. If the king had fallen; so had his shield. That was the way it had always been. It was their duty, their promise…

Gladio was well aware of Noct’s pain...and that’s why he had to be strong. He needed to push him to be his best, but...perhaps he hadn’t been being the best support for him. And that was also his duty.

“... mm...da...d …” The mumbled words turned Gladio’s head in his direction. And he pressed his lips together tightly as the sorrowful words panged at his heart. Noct’s eyes hadn’t opened, indicating that he must be dreaming, and Gladio could only hold onto his resolve as he steeled himself before he could let the guilt gnaw at him.

He felt it too...but he would never admit it.

His attention was torn from the prince when he heard the door to the room quietly open, and it didn’t take but a moment longer for Ignis’s form to hurry towards them, his hands placing a bundle of herbs on the near side table.

Without wasting a moment, the strategist had ambled his way over. “How is he?” He asked, his voice a tad breathless as he looked on at the prince.

“He still hasn’t woken up yet.” Gladio reported, shifting the bag of ice on his head so that it more covered his forehead.

“I see.” Ignis turned and headed back towards the kitchen, making quick work to ready the herbs that he had retrieved.

“Didja find ‘em?” Gladio asked from where he was sitting, leaning over slightly to see if he could make out the gathered plants.

“No. Not the ones I was looking for. But these will have to suffice.” Ignis responded, pushing up his glasses as he readied a knife.

“What? You didn’t find the ones you needed? They’re definitely around here.” Gladio’s eyes furrowed as he watched, noting that the substitute plants were certainly not an adequate replacement, if he knew anything about it.

“Well, these will have to do, I’m afraid. I couldn't waste any more time.”

“Nah, Iggy. Gimme a half hour and I’ll find ‘em for you. Don’t bother with that crap.” Gladio said suddenly, sitting up from the chair and tucked in the sheets closer to Noct’s body before he made his way towards the kitchen.

“I’m sure that -”

“He needs somethin’ that’s actually gonna work, Ignis. Just take care of him until I get back.” Gladio nodded at his companion, trying to reassure the unsure expression that cast over his face.

With a nod, Ignis relented. “Alright. I trust you.”

The words brought a gentle smile to Gladio’s lips, and he gave Iggy a firm squeeze on the arm as he packed a few of his things to make ready for his scavenger hunt.

Gladio could see Ignis make his way towards Noct out of the corner of his eye, and he paused his motions as he watched the man take a seat beside him, immediately reaching out to brush a hand over Noct’s sweaty brow as he felt for the temperature.

Gladio watched as Iris let out another fit of coughs, her tiny body wracking with the effort. He clenched his teeth in worry, but his eyes shifted over to the man at her beside. Delicate fingers brushed against her brow, and his soft eyes took a moment to examine her condition. Reaching down, Ignis pulled out a small ice pack that he had brought with him and set it gently over her forehead.

“She’ll be alright, Gladio.”

The flash back faded away, the image leaving a nostalgic smile dancing on his lips as he observed the familiar scene.

Ignis took notice of his expression, and he offered him a comforting smile in return.

“He’ll be alright, Gladio.” Ignis reassured with a nod, clearly thinking his set expression was worry for Noctis.

Gladio bowed his head as his smile widened. “Yeah. I know he will be.” He mumbled, nodding in return before he made for the door.

They would make it through this. As a team. Like they always did.

~

Ignis was no stranger to tending to the ill.

In fact, he had been trained in that very area since he was young.

Though...he never got quite used to seeing the prince like this. He had seen Noct sick a few times before; his prior injury having crucially weakened his immune system. Ignis had been with him every time he fell sick, and it was through patience and good care that the prince recovered every time.

This time, however, Ignis couldn’t help but feel as though he had been neglecting the obvious signs of his growing weakness.

He had determined it as emotional fatigue. Sleepless nights caused by the stress of his fallen kingdom. However...Noct had been dealing with that with very minimal support. It had been something of an unspoken pact to make sure not the bring up the fall of the city or the fall of fathers. But that had only served to allow Noct to bottle his stress up on the inside until it had finally manifested into sickness.

Ignis sighed as he watched Noct turn in his restless dreams, every so often whimpering from the nightmares that plagued his unconsciousness. His lips twitched as he mumbled every so often in his sleep, and his hands would clench in response to the nightmare.

Deciding that there must be something that he could do to quell the raging dreams, Ignis stood to his feet and made his way to the kitchen. Though he was well aware that the herbs that he had retrieved earlier would do little to lessen the fever, it could well help to perhaps give Noct a more peaceful sleep.

Ignis swiftly chopped up the flower of the plant and set them in a bowl. Mixing in a bit of his own concoction of healing potion, he mushed together the mixture until it created a slightly more goopy texture. He stopped, however, when he heard a strange mumble of words come from where Noct was lying.

“... wh...what ?”

Ignis wasted not a moment before he had set down the mixture and hurried his way over to Noct’s bedside, watching closely as the prince’s blue eyes appeared as he fluttered them open. He sat himself down on the edge of the bed and removed the now slightly melted ice bag that Gladio had made earlier.

“...where…” Noct’s words were barely more than a mumble, but Ignis could make out the confused expression that masked his face as his glazed eyes took in his surroundings.

“It’s alright, Noct. We’re in Gladin Quay.” Ignis explained gently, brushing away the sweaty strands from his eyes.

“Ig..Ignis…” Ignis allowed a gentle smile to come to his face when Noct made eye contact with him. And he patted the side of his head before he pulled away.

“I’m here, Noct.” A bit of hope returned to Ignis at that moment, the fact that Noct was perhaps regaining his consciousness was a good sign.

“Where’s...where’s mother?”

A dull ringing filled his ears at the comment.

Ignis felt his expression die on his face as he stared at Noct, whose eyes were now flicking around the room in confusion.

“She’s...not here, Noct.” He explained, eyes turning downwards as he watched confusion spread over Noct’s face.

“Why…?”

Rapidly blinking down his worry, Ignis stood to his feet and made for the kitchen, swiftly picking up the spoon and bowl of mixture that he had prepared before. After making sure that the concoction was well mixed, he made his way back over to the bed. Sitting himself back down on the side of the mattress, Ignis reached forward, once again, to feel the temperature of Noct’s forehead.

It was still blazing hot.

“It’s alright, Noct. Here,” Ignis said after a moment, concluding that the poor boy was somewhat delirious, “this will help you sleep.”

He scooped up a spoonful of the mixture and set the bowl aside, reaching out a hand to tilt Noct’s head up as he presented the medicine to him.

Oddly compliant, Noct allowed Ignis to feed him the mixture, and Ignis let out a slight breath of relief when the prince didn’t immediately spit it out.

Ignis had a knack for making disgusting things at least somewhat edible.

“There…” Ignis said gently, laying his head back down on the pillow. “That should do.”

“It’s...so hot.” Noct mumbled as his eyes fluttered open and closed, his face twisting as a fit of coughs suddenly wracked his body.

Ignis reached for the ice pack on the side and set it on his forehead, holding it there as Noct continued to let out painful coughs. “I know, Noct. But try to sleep.”

Ignis waited patiently for the coughs to die down, and he continued to adjust the cool pack on his forehead as the prince’s eyes flew around the room, glassy eyes confused by his surroundings. Finally, after a few minutes, the potency of the medicine had set in, and after a few resistant flutters of his eyes, Noct closed them and returned to sleep.

Ignis knew that the medicine was more of a sedative than it was actually a cure for his ailment, but sleep would only do him well.

With a small pat on the side of Noct’s face, Ignis stood to his feet and made his way over to the kitchen to refill the ice pack.

~

When Prompto had finally come back after his excursion for the herbs that Ignis had requested, it was already late. Gladio and Ignis had already returned, and though Prompto had been silently panicking the entire time he searched, there were fewer things that could get him to focus better than having Noct’s life rest in his hands.

So he had found them. All of them. It had taken a long time, but he was determined, and he could successfully say that he had never made better work of the sabertusks that had been guarding the rare herbs that were tucked away in their nest.

It had been a bit of a trek back, as he had almost been snagged by three iron giants and five tonberrys when night had fallen, but he’d managed to sneak away from the majority of the beasts that rampaged the night. He was set and determined to get these herbs back to Ignis - Noct was depending on him.

So when he finally barged through the door, his body dripping with sweat and his clothes covered in dirt, he had shoved the plants into Ignis’s chest and demanded that the remedy be made right that very moment .

Though Gladio and Ignis had been concerned for Prompto’s overall health himself, as the boy seemed to have just fought his way through the very depths of hell, Prompto was far more eager to see to it that Noct’s medicine was made right before his eyes. It took some persuasion, but eventually Ignis had convinced Prompto to go take a shower and ready himself for the night - as the herbs needed to steep for a good while before Ignis could make it up into something useful.

So he had - but every moment he spent in the shower away from Noct felt like hours, and he was still dripping by the time he had emerged from the tub as he had forgotten to actually dry himself off before he put on his clothes for the evening.

A loud yawn drew Prompto’s eyes over to where Ignis and Gladio were sitting on the sofa near the bed. Gladio was rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands, where Ignis was doing his very best to keep his eyes open as he stared at the phone in his hands.

It had been an excruciatingly long day, and it was late into the night now. Noct’s fever still hadn’t quelled, and the poor boy continued to toss and turn in his sleep, though less frequently now that Ignis had managed to get him to hold down the medicine that he had prepared from the herbs.

Prompto was propped up on the beside, one leg hanging over the edge as he simply stared at Noct’s sleeping face. One arm was reached out to hold Noct’s sweaty hand in his own, and every time the prince would stir Prompto’s attention flared up in hope that he would wake. He sighed, however, and looked over at his two companions. “It’s getting late guys...you can go sleep if you want to. I’ll keep an eye on him.” Prompto said as he turned to address them, nodding as the two pairs of eyes flew up to meet his own.

“Kind of you, Prompto. But I should be here in case he wakes. He’ll need more medicine.” Ignis responded, his heavy eyes blinking as he reached up a hand to adjust his glasses.

“I can do that, Ignis. I saw you do it before. You’re not gonna do him any good by passing out here, anyway.” Prompto reasoned, shooting Gladio a knowing look to gain his support.

“He’s right, Iggy.” Gladio finally agreed, another yawn escaping from his lips as he nudged the man next to him. “We can take shifts, if you want. Prompto can have the first.” Gladio compromised, nodding towards the blond as he spoke.

Ignis’s eyes flew between Prompto and the prince, and he sighed as he relented. “Very well...wake me in two hours. No later.” Ignis instructed as he pocketed his phone.

Gladio huffed as he shot Prompto a knowing look. He followed Ignis’s example and stood to his feet. “We’ll just be on the other side.” Gladio pointed out with a nod, placing a hand on Ignis’s back as the two made for the exit. “You come an’ get us if he so much as blinks an eye open .” His voice was as serious as the look he gave him.

“Yup. I’ll see you guys later.” Prompto called after them, watching as the two disappeared behind the closed door.

With a sigh, Prompto turned his attention back to Noct, whose unsteady breaths filled the silence of the hotel room. “You’re gonna be alright, Noct.” Prompto whispered, squeezing his hand as he spoke.

He tried to blink down the memories of that morning, his fear threatening to overtake him as the memory of the panic that had nearly sent him into a frenzy filled his mind. He shook away the rising images and focused on the pale face whose eyes moved rapidly underneath the closed lids. Worry clawed at his heart, and he reached forward to brush his fingers along Noct’s face, feeling the hot skin seep into his cool hands.

Pursing his lips together, Prompto couldn’t help the urge that overtook him, and he slowly crawled his way up the bed. He laid himself down gently by Noct’s side and wrapped an arm around his torso, hoping that perhaps the contact would ease his restlessness. He laid there, listening to the wracking breaths Noct took in, and he shut his eyes tightly as he forced down the panic that was rising in his chest.

Noct would be fine. They always made it out alive. This time would be no different.

~

Prompto had made sure not to fall asleep - but he knew for certain he had dozed when he was woken from the light sleep by the most terrifying sound he had ever heard.

He shot straight up in the bed in a fierce panic as a strangled scream tore from Noct’s throat, the prince kicking ferociously against the sheets as the nightmare tore at his consciousness.

“NOCT!” Prompto cried, his hands reaching forward to try and steady the flailing arms that threatened to land a hit directly at him. “Noct! NOCT WAKE UP!” Prompto called again, his voice barely rising above the screams that pulled from Noct’s chest.

“ NO!!! ” Prompto feared blood would tear at Noct’s throat from the deafening volume the prince screamed the word. The blond felt his heart slam against his chest as he tried to hold down Noct’s thrashing body, his eyes still shut tightly as the images in his mind raged.

“Noct! WAKE UP!!”

“ STOP! STOP IT!” Noct’s cry was tearing away Prompto’s resolve, and he barely registered the fact that Noct was now sitting up straight on the bed, his eyes open, but unseeing.

Gritting his teeth, Prompto held fast to the thrashing arms at Noct’s side, and without taking another moment to think, the gunslinger had trapped the prince in a binding embrace, holding him tightly even as he struggled.

“Noct! It’s okay!” Prompto shouted as he held him tight, a hand coming up to brace Noct’s head against his shoulder when he tried to pull away.

“No! - stop… ”

Prompto held tightly to him, his eyes flicking up as he realized that Ignis and Gladio were standing at the other side of the room, their faces flushed from panic. He didn’t know when they had gotten there, but Prompto shot them a look and shook his head, sending them a clear message to leave .

“Noct, Noct come on...it’s alright. It’s me…”Prompto could feel Noct’s pounding heart on his own chest, but he refused to let go, instead running a hand up and down the dark head as he held him.

After what seemed a lifetime of simply allowing time to pass, Noct’s struggle finally died away, and the room was filled with only the quiet pants from both boys’ breath. After a moment of silence, Prompto felt Noct slump against his shoulder, tremors running through his body every so once in awhile.

Finally, Prompto slowly allowed himself to pull away, his eyes glistening as he attempted to look more closely into Noct’s own.

The pale blue irises glistened with tears, eventually spilling over onto his cheeks as his body shook slightly from fear. His lips trembled, and his breaths came in short pants as he slowly regained sense of his surroundings.

“It’s alright, Noct...it’s just me. You’re okay…” Prompto steeled away the tremble that threatened to leak into his voice, instead reaching up a shaky hand to cradle Noct’s face, his thumb wiping away the tears that streamed over them.

A small bit of relief trickled into Prompto’s heart when the blue eyes finally came up to meet his, but his chest constricted at the shaken state of his demeanor.

“Prompto -” Noct choked, another tremor shaking his body before he could finish the word.

“Noct, it’s okay. It was just a nightmare.” Prompto soothed, his hand lingering on Noct’s cheek as he spoke. Prompto watched as Noct squeezed his eyes shut again, a hand coming up to grip Prompto’s arm as if to keep himself from slipping away. “Here..” With a gentle push, the blond laid Noct back down onto his pillow, his own form following as he shifted to keep their bodies as close together as possible. Prompto laid his hand on top of Noct’s in the space between them, while the other came up to gently brush away the tears that slowly trickled down the prince’s cheek.

Taking in a deep breath, Prompto wrapped his arm around Noct’s body and held him tightly, his eyes closing as he allowed the comfort of his presence to reassure Noct he wasn’t alone.

In that moment, not even Rumah himself would have been able to tear the prince from his arms.

Chapter Text

Noct was bored out of his freaking mind.

The lady that he was listening to was telling him a rather nonsensical bunch of gibberish. Apparently he hadn’t completed his journey - or something. So he wasn’t allowed to gain access to the evilest of evil in Lucis.

And honestly, he was quite okay with that for now.

“And you must prepare yourself...for the fate of the land rests on your shoulders…” The old lady said, her frail voice quivering as she spoke.

“I’ll do my best.” Noct said with a slight huff, crossing his arms as she was about to continue.

It’s not that he was being terribly disrespectful, it was just that - he had a couple other major things on his mind at the moment. And though he knew that this was likely something that was going to circle back around to something he needed to take care of, so far he was just trying not to fall asleep.

His body was almost shocked awake, however, when his phone vibrated in his pocket, the telltale ring sounding just moments later.

Thank the Six.

“Ah, eheh. You’ll have to excuse me.” Noct said as politely as he could, bowing to the older lady as turned to leave.

He reached for the phone in his pocket as he hopped down the short wooden steps, and an involuntary smile came to his face as he saw the one who was calling.

The smile still danced on his lips as he slid a finger up to answer. “You read my mind or something?” The prince asked as he held up the phone to his ear, looking around the HQ for any sign of the blond. However, as he waited for a response, his brows narrowed when he only heard a faint rustling and crackling on the other end. “Prompto?...Promptooooo…” Noct called, realizing that the blond had likely pocket dialed him.

“ -on a second.” Noct paused the action of taking the phone away from his ear, his brow furrowing as the unfamiliar voice sounded through the other end.

“Hello?” He asked, checking the screen to make sure it was still Prompto’s number he saw.

“ Why don’t you stay a bit?” The voice was faint, but still audible, and the sound of rustling footsteps and clothing accompanied the gruff tone. Noct’s eyes were turned down in a confused stare as he continued to listen, unsure of who exactly was on the other line. It was clear that Prompto had pocket dialed him, but who was the one speaking? Did Prompto drop his phone?

“ Don’tcha think he should stay, Garin?”

Noct’s eyes widened a bit at the strangely eerie tone of the man on the other end, and his heart began to pound as his confusion only increased at the oddity of words. Noct heard a rustling on the other end, it sounded briefly like a struggle, but it stopped in a second.

His eyes flickered around the HQ, though he kept the phone pressed to his ear, he began to frantically search around the hunter outpost for any sign of the blond.

Where...was he? What was going on? It was definitely Prompto calling him - from where? And who was on the other line?

“ Aw, don’t be like that.” Noct’s heart was now actively pounding, and his feet stamped along the gravel ground as he trotted hurriedly around the HQ. “You’re pretty cute, ya know. Cuter than most a’ the chicks around here.”

“Let go of me.” Noct’s footsteps stopped dead in their tracks.

That - was definitely Prompto.

“Prompto!?” Noct called into the device, his desperate voice drawing the attention of a few of the hunters that were milling around the area. His head whipped in all directions as he searched around, and his feet pounded on the ground as he sprinted for the exit of the HQ.

Where the hell was he!?

“ Yeah, you’re definitely cute.” Noct’s eyes shot wide open when he distinctly heard the sound of a fist connecting hard with a face. The sound on the other end was momentarily just a jumble of rustling and crackling, and Noct was now actively panicking in the escalating situation. He could hear a scrambling noise on the other end before it stopped. Only the faint sounds of grunts and more shuffling followed.

Then - Noct’s entire body froze as he could barely make out the words on the other end of the line. “ That’s gonna cost ya, you little shit.”

“PROMPTO!!!” Noct cried into the device, his blue eyes wide and panicked as he sprinted out from under the arch of the HQ, his head whipping in all directions for any sound or sight of the blond. His feet scrambled in every which direction, looking around for any signs of footprints or recent tears at shrubbery or upturned dirt.

“ Now, you’re gonna be a good boy and sit there quietly.”

“Shit, shit, SHIT!” Noct swore to himself as the voice on the other end of the line slowly tore his resolve to pieces. “PROMPTO!!!” Noct yelled again, listening for any kind of response.

“ GET THE HELL OFF -”

Noct audibly gasped when he heard the faint echo of Prompto’s yell both in the device - and in the far distance above him.

His head whipped around and his heart thudded hard against his chest as he noticed a tiny little passageway that lead up and away from the arch, likely circling around to a hunter vantage point. Without wasting even a moment longer, the dark-haired royal had dropped his arms to his side and sprinted with all of his might towards the small path, the ringing in his ears was almost painfully loud as he scrambled up the passageway, hands digging into the dirt to gain momentum.

He felt his panic give way to the icy power within him, but his eyes remained focused on his task even as he felt the power of the Armiger activate unconsciously as it responded to his panic. His feet viciously pounded their way up the hill, his panting breath coming in short huffs as he felt his time rapidly declining.

“ Don’t worry, kid. Imma make you feel real good.” The distant voice was only a short bit away from the top of the hill, and Noct could make out the faint sounds of struggling and very familiar muffled yell as he neared the top of the vantage point.

His heart was ready to slam out of his chest as he scrambled his way up and broke through the top of the arch -

He skidded to a halt as the image before him appeared.

Though all he could see was the broad back of a brown shirt, he saw another man sitting directly in front of him - and in between them was Prompto.

His hands were being forced behind his back, and though Noct could only see the back of the first hunter, it was obvious what he was doing with his hands along Prompto’s belt.

Noct’s powers burst out from within him.

“That’s right, now just be good and -”

Within seconds, Noct had lost any control of himself and let his rage take over. His clawed hand shot out in a flash of brilliant light, sending two Armiger weapons sailing directly at the hunters. His last bit of self control was left in the way that he had chosen only to hook their shirts - effectively tearing them away from their victim - who was left to crash backwards.

Though Noct could feel his own movements on the ground, any registered sensation was lost to him as his eyes fixed themselves only on the targets he had pinned to the ground. The world began to take a dangerous haze of blood red as he moved his way forward - his thoughts only focused on how he would slowly and painfully tear the two apart.

Noct was barely aware of the wind that began to rapidly whip around his face, nor the way that the clouds gathered in the sky as his rage boiled over into his very flesh. Armiger weapons continued to circle around their keeper as he walked forward, his eyes only trained on the two men that lay squirming on the ground.

“ NOOOOCT!”

A distant voice called to him, but he barely registered it as more than a cry of the wind, and he proceeded forward, his hands twitching in preparation to end the lives before him. He briefly thought he heard his name called again, but the red haze that had overtaken his senses was driving him into a frenzy, and the power hungrily called for him to unleash its might.

“ ...oct!...op! STOP!” The dark prince felt something oddly warm brush against his arms, but it was hardly a distraction. It faintly registered in his mind as familiar...but it wasn’t enough to stop him.

“Noct, please!”

A warm, gentle touch on the sides of his face wakened a small part of him, and in the moment of clarity, his eyes flickered to a hazy apparition of a figure before him. He could see something of a glow of violet-blue...a very familiar violet-blue.

“Noct, it’s okay - stop. Stop.” The glow called out, the tone both familiar and gentle as it spoke his name. “You don’t wanna do this, buddy…” The soft words stirred something in Noct’s chest, and the world around him took on a gentle hue of violet-blue as he stared at the form before him. The tender warmth on his face brushed his cheeks, and for a moment, he was caught up in the gentleness of the contact…

Prompto....

His clarity came to him slowly, and he allowed the pure blue of the eye before him to take over his senses, like cool water calming the fiery red rage that burned within him. With a breath, he closed his eyes, ending the control of the power that had him so clutched in its grasp.

Noct was disoriented when he opened his eyes again, the senses of the world rapidly returning to him as he noted the slight die-down of the wind and clarity of the sky - and most of all, the gentle face that stared softly back at him.

“There he is…” Prompto said, his tone somewhat teasing as he gazed at him with pure, violet-blue orbs.

Noct’s heart constricted at the sight. He could could see a scrape along his cheek, and a gash that had split his lip. The red under the blond’s eyes mirrored the panic he had been in moments ago.

“Prompto…” Noct breathed out, finally letting go of the last bit of rage as the wind died down. His focus completely on the young man before him. Noct’s hand rose in a shaky gesture as he attempted to bring it to Prompto’s face. He was scared to touch it, instead, he opened and closed his grasp as he debated whether or not he should.

“It’s okay, Noct. I’m fine - really.” Prompto’s voice cracked at the end.

And so did Noct’s composure.

He felt his face melt back into the black fury that had so readily entangled him before, and the Armiger that swirled around him now more readily jumped into place as his eyes flicked over Prompto’s shoulders towards the two hunters.

Now he would kill them.

Without another thought, the prince marched his way over to the two, his jaw set as he approached the writhing filth on the ground. He heard Prompto call after him, but it was quickly pushed aside as he neared the two hunters.

“J-just let us go! Shit!” One of the men cried, his eyes flaring as he watched the deadly sight of the prince approach them.

Good. Let them beg like the scum they were. He would end them here and now.

In a burst of brilliant light, Noct commanded the Armiger to fly into formation - their deadly edges pointed directly at the hunters, ready for the kill. He was seconds away from releasing the barrage of weapons, but again, Prompto’s voice stopped him.

“Noctis - stop. ”

The command was stern and uncharacteristically serious. Noct was all but forced to obey it as he paused. He felt a hand on his shoulder as his eyes drilled into the pinned hunters on the ground.

“It’s not worth it. They’re just fools, Noct…”

Noct gritted his teeth, baring them at the two men.

Indeed, fools they are. Fools who deserved to be ripped to shreds. And by the Six he would be the one to do it. He wanted to hear them scream in pain, their blood splatter on the ground. He wanted to watch them suffer. Anyone who so much as laid a hand on Prompto deserved to have their hearts torn from their very chest. He wanted it...so badly.

But Prompto didn’t…

And that was far more important than what he wanted.

Noct whipped out his arm to the side - the Armiger disappearing in a flash of brilliant shards of light.

“If I ever... ever see your faces again…” Noct’s words were not even a fraction of the rage that he felt as he growled them, and his teeth clenched together as he watched them scramble to their feet and dash off into the opposite direction. He wanted to give chase…

Later...there were more important things to see to at the moment.

He took in a breath and slowly turned around, the anger in his expression vanishing as it transformed into dread.

He was...Prompto was hurt. It was visible in every way. The way he trembled slightly in his stance, the cuts and bruises on his arms and face...and Noct would not dismiss the unlocked belt buckle that hung loosely on his pants, nor the way his shirt was unevenly displaced around his torso - indicating it had been shoved upwards.

“What...did they do…? Noct’s words were little more than a choke of air. He didn’t want to know...but he had to. The way Prompto stood there, his lower lip slightly trembling, his shoulders drawn in in apparent shame…

Noct took a step forward and cradled the blond’s face with his hand, using a thumb to trace along the curve of his cut lip. Noct’s heart thudded painfully in his chest when he saw Prompto wince in pain.

“Ah, heh - it’s whatever. Really.” The blond said as he batted away Noct’s hand. “Just a couple a’ idiots givin’ me a hard time. Reminds me of a couple other idiots I know.” Noct watched in silence as Prompto did his characteristic show of nonchalance. It stabbed into Noct’s heart to watch him, even in that moment, think about Noct instead of himself.

He didn’t want him to worry.

Noct watched, eyes drawn as Prompto turned his back, his hands making quick work to straighten out his clothing without Noct noticing. He continued to stare as the blond made his way around the small area, his feet stopping at the device on the ground.

“Ah, there it is.” Prompto quipped as his trembling hand picked up the device. “Hehe, good timing, though.” Noct silently stared, reaching into his own pocket as he pulled out his phone. “Really - I’m sure those guys were scared -”

The blond paused immediately as he looked down at the device. And Noct instantly knew what he was seeing - and what was going through his head.

Any chance of him trying to blow off the situation of them just giving him a “hard time” was no longer a plausible excuse. He knew Noct had heard everything.

He watched as Prompto slowly turned to look at him, his lips pressed together as his face flooded with shame.

The prince observed in silence as Prompto approached him, his blue eyes refusing any sort of eye contact as he neared. Noct noted the way his lower lip curved in its iconic nervous gesture, and he barely withheld his hand from reaching for him at the heartbreaking sight.

“Uh...thanks by the way…” Prompto said after a moment of silence. Noct was left in almost dumb shock at the words.

Thank him? He was thanking him? He hadn’t done anything. He’d let them get away.

As Noct tried to process the words, Prompto began to shift on his feet, obviously uncomfortable. “W-well, I guess we should -”

Noct couldn’t bear it any longer.

His motions were barely conscious as he reached out and pulled the blond into a tight embrace. He wrapped his arms solidly around him, pressing him possessively against himself as he held him tight. He wanted him to know he was safe. He wanted to know that he was there. He wanted him to know that he was sorry for what had happened - that he hadn’t gotten there sooner…

After a brief moment, Noct felt Prompto begin to shake in his embrace, and a second later he felt wet tears stain his shirt as the blond buried his face in his shoulder, arms wrapping around his torso as if to seek shelter from the shame he felt.

Noct held him even tighter, then. He could feel Prompto grasp at his shirt as the silent tears leaked down his face.

Someone had done this. Someone had made him this way. Someone had hurt him to a point that he sought refuge and comfort in his arms. He was broken and shamed - and the ones who had done it were gone.

~

“How is he?”

“Sleeping.”

Noct’s form appeared out from the small tent in the campsite just a small few miles away from the hunter HQ, his shoulders drawn as he exited the tent. He passed a small glance around the two that sat forward on their chairs, each of their expressions solemn as silence fell over the group.

He took a seat.

They had managed to make it back to the hunter HQ after Noct had calmed Prompto down a bit, but the second they stepped foot in the place Noct had lead him directly to the Regalia and pulled up the hood. After promising that he’d be back soon, the prince went to fetch Ignis and Gladio and briefly explained what had happened.

Noct had never seen such ferocity spread between the two of them in that moment.

Gladio had all but insisted that they stay and track down the filth, who had seemingly vanished from the area, but Ignis had calmly explained that causing a scene at the moment would likely only serve to upset Prompto - but there was a fire in his eyes that made Noct almost cringe back.

Opting to only ask a few questions about their whereabouts so that they could deal with them later after they had made camp, the three spread out to ask about the two.

Noct noticed that Ignis had immediately went to Dave to report what had happened, and he would later find out that Dave had had trouble with them before, but the two always managed to sneak away after an issue arose. They had been punished before, but by decisions that were not solely made on his own, the two had been allowed to continue to hunt.

It was only when Noct confronted two young lady hunters did he manage to get some real information.

“Garin?” The older brunette had said, her eyes flashing up to his in a manner that shown fierce distaste. “That’s who you’re looking for?”

“Yeah. You know him?” Noct had asked, his eye twitching slightly as he crossed his arms.

“Yes. I know him.” She spat the words on the ground, her frown turning into an all out scowl as she hissed her words. “He’s a piece of fuckin’ filth. Along with his lap dog, Trent. Those two deserve to be hung up by their ankles and beaten. Can’t believe they’ve managed to get away with the shit they do.”

Noct’s eyes widened as he listened to her, and he couldn’t help but notice the way the smaller blonde woman shifted on her feet, her eyes downcast as she looked at the ground. “What’d they do?” He asked, his gaze shifting between the two.

The older brunette cast a questioning glance at the young lady beside her, and after a tiny nod, she turned back to Noct.

“He - they attacked, Laida here.” The words quivered on her lips with anger, and her eyes blazed. “And they got fuckin’ probation for it. 3 months. Then they walked free.”

Noct’s heart stopped, and his eyes flew to the young blonde, her eyes still downcast as her hands came up to hug her arms. He felt his blood rush to his head as a sudden flashback of Prompto doing the exact same motion appeared in his mind.

“She’s not the only one. There are a few others.” The lady continued, her eyes unfocused as she looked around the HQ. “They’re all gone now, though. Left this stupid shithole…”

“You didn’t.” Noct suddenly said, looking towards Laida as he spoke.

“I...I want to help people. And hunting lets me do that.” Her voice was small as she stared down at the ground, and her feet shifted nervously.

Noct’s body was numb from shock and rage. He could barely process what was happening.

“That’s an issue here, though. It apparently “happens all the time” so shit gets pushed under the radar so that they can get enough hunters. They’re allowed to get away with it if they’re good enough, all they have to do is transfer to a different post for a few weeks, and after it dies down then no one bats an eye at it again.” The older brunette shook her head at the ground, a hand coming up to rest on her hip.

“You - can’t be serious.” Noct said dumbly, looking at her with wide eyes.

“Serious as can be.” Her voice quaked with rage, and though Noct was shaking with anger himself, he couldn’t even begin to imagine the fury that they faced.

“Where - where are they now? Do you know?” He finally managed to ask.

“Finishing up a hunt, probably. They were supposed to report back here this afternoon, but I’m guessin’ they’ll skip it again and head to a nearby outpost to pick up some bounties.”

“They were here.” Noct watched as the lady’s eyes lit up in shock.

“They were? When...?”

Noct gulped down his rage as he decided to keep what had happened under wraps, but something in his expression must have given him away, as the young lady eyed him suspiciously as he spoke.

He had ended up telling them only a brief reason of why he searched for them - knowing that Prompto’s story was not his to share. But the information allowed him to gather that the two still had a bounty to collect here, so they likely hadn’t gotten far. They would finish their hunt and then return - likely after the four of them had left.

His mind was boiling in a steep of rage as he searched for Ignis and Gladio. They had reconvened, and sworn to keep their dalliances with their search far from Prompto’s ears. Once they had returned to the Regalia, unspoken understanding spread between them as Noct had taken his place in the back seat beside Prompto, and Gladio had taken the front seat next to Ignis.

The car ride back had been silent, and there were few words spoken between the four as they had quickly set up camp for the evening. As much as they had expected, Prompto had opted to head back into the tent as soon as it was set up, only briefly saying that he wasn’t hungry that evening. Noct had followed him in after Ignis had seen to him, and though they remained silent still, Prompto had been able to fall asleep after some time with Noct right by his side.

Noct sat forward on his seat, his hands clasped together with his elbows resting on his knees. He stared long and hard into the fire pit as he recounted the day’s events. His eyes briefly shot up to Gladio and Ignis, whose gazes were also pensive as they gazed off into the distance.

Gladio had been nothing but a large mass of underlying wrath. One could see it roll off his shoulders in waves. His hands twitched, and every so often his teeth would bare slightly as his thoughts twisted around the past events. He had been good enough to try and keep things forward as they had set up camp for that evening. He had try not to let his anger become too visible, but if one even so much as spared him a glance at the proper time, it looked as though he was ready to tear apart a cataplobas in one breath.

Ignis had been distant. His eyes stared forward and his actions were focused and pointed. He seemed composed as one could be after hearing what had happened. But every so often Noct would look up to see him staring, and just for a moment, his green eyes would narrow in obvious anger. He had seen to Prompto as soon as the boy had retreated to the tent. Noct knew that they had likely not even spoken a word as Ignis instructed him to point out his injuries and remove his shirt. He had tended to him swiftly and gently, so that his various bruises and cuts had been cared for and bandaged. After he had emerged from the tent, Noct would never admit how surprised he was the second Ignis had angrily slammed the first aid kit down on the ground, then swiftly stood to his feet as he composed his temper.

Blue eyes reflected the light of the flames, and he took a breath before he suddenly stood to his feet, turning to address the two as he did so.

“Ready?” He asked, his jaw set as he waited for affirmation.

Without hesitation, Gladio and Ignis both joined him as they stood, exchanging glances as they nodded.

“Let’s do this.” Gladio growled, his hands clenching at his sides.

Noct nodded and walked forward away from the campsite, his strategist and shield on either side of them. He shut his eyes as he prepared himself. His rage over taking his senses.

Injustice he would never stand for. This was not only for Prompto, but for those who had suffered at the hands of these men. Scum who didn’t deserve the privilege to walk the same ground as they did. If one had the power to do something about it, then it became their responsibility to act - as they would now.

Though anger burned within him in a flash of momentary clarity, Noct’s eyes opened  - the irises blood red.

And the hunt began.

~

Stories would later be told of three reapers that had appeared at the footstep of the hunter HQ, blood smattered lightly across their clothing. The story would brag of the fear that was instilled in any who looked up on the three men, and also the master hunter’s noticeable quake of terror when two dog tags were tossed at his feet. It would tell of the way that blood eyes had burned as one of the reapers swore death upon anyone else who harmed their brothers and sisters. Legend would tell of the clouds of darkness that rained down upon the earth as the three vanished into the blackened distance - only to appear again before those who did not heed their words.

Chapter Text

“Noct! Wait up!”

Prompto’s voice caught Noct off guard, and he whirled around to view the young blond that came trotting up to him, his hand lowering after he waved it.

The evening sun reflected off the blond strands as they bounced on his head, and the the gentle red sky background gave his silhouette a slightly mystical hue. Noct couldn’t help the small smile that came to his face as he watched the freckled face crinkle into a happy grin as he neared. His loose green tie flew over the side of his shoulder as he slowed to a stop, and a hand reached out to smack Noct’s shoulder as he trotted up beside him.

“Weren’t you going to stay in the library today?” Noct asked as he fell in pace beside his companion, an eyebrow quirked in curiousity.

Prompto laughed lightly as he stretched his arms back. “Nah, I was gonna, but it’s not fun if you’re not there.”

His honest response drew another smile from Noct’s lips. “Yeah, cause we both know when I’m there we don’t end up getting anything done.” The prince scoffed as he playfully nudged the blond with his shoulder.

“Heh, can’t argue with that! But, hey! Wanna go get somethin’ to eat?” Prompto’s enthusiasm was making Noct quite curious. He looked over to see a brilliant smile dawned on his face, and though it wasn’t uncharacteristic for Prompto to be in a good mood, it was a little surprising considering they’d had such a rough week at school.

Thankfully, break started this week.

“Yeah, sounds good.” The dark-haired royal smiled back, and he shook his head slightly at the happy hop that Prompto gave in response.

“Awesome, I’ve been craving a milkshake.”

Noct smiled as he turned away.

Why did this boy never cease to brighten his day.

~

It didn’t take them long to reach the diner that they usually attended, and the hostess had greeted them with a familiar smile and sat them down in their favorite spot near the back of the restaurant - just tucked away enough to avoid prying eyes. Noct couldn’t help but notice the constant fidgeting on Prompto’s end, and though the boy didn’t look nervous, the only other conclusion was that he was excited. After they ordered their food and both got their milkshakes, and Prompto almost spilled his with his twitchy hands, Noct decided to ask the meaning behind his behavior.

“Prompto - are you okay?” Noct said after he finished wiping a napkin over the small spilled remnants of the shake, his eyes looked up at the blond, and he narrowed them a moment later when the boy pressed his lips together to try and suppress a smile. “You’re kinda acting weird. Did something happen?” The prince asked, crinkling up the napkin as he set it to the side.

A full blown smile finally erupted on Prompto’s face as he looked on at Noct. The prince was almost overwhelmed by the dazzle in his eyes.

“Yeah, something good.” The blond responded, shifting excitedly in his spot.

“I got that much, dummy.” Noct chuckled, reaching for the straw of his milkshake to take a small sip. “Don’t keep me waiting!”

Wait...did he want to know? Why did he suddenly get a cold flush of fear…? Did...did perhaps someone confess to him? Did he make a new friend? Though...good for him. That would make anyone happy...

Prompto bowed his head and when he looked up he looked just about ready to implode. “My dad’s coming back this week.” He finally blurted, his face flushing with joy.

Noct froze.

Huh? That was certainly not the expected response.

“Huh?” The prince garbled his thoughts, the sip of the milkshake in his mouth almost spilling out from his lips as the shock overwhelmed him.

“Yup! My dad - er, adopted dad - he’s coming back for an entire week! Can you believe it!?” The happy cheer was enough to send joy sailing to anyone who heard his voice, but Noct was still caught up in the shock of the statement.

Prompto’s...dad? Was coming back? In all the years that he’d known him, even in middle school, he had never so much as breathed a word about his parents. He’d say passive things such as “oh, they’re not home. They’re never home, really. It’s okay!” And that was about as much as Noct knew about them. He’d been to Prompto’s place plenty of times, and the place seemed roomy enough for a small family of three, but it was only Prompto who lived there. Prompto had mentioned that they’d stop by occasionally to see how he was doing, but it was rare - and never more than a day or two.

And...it still kinda hurt to see him so excited for the prospect of his dad returning for merely a week. What kind of parents would leave their child alone for the majority of their lives?

“That’s great, Prompto.” Noct said after a small pause, allowing a gentle smile to come to his face. “Really, that’s awesome.” He wouldn’t admit he was a tad disappointed. He had wanted to spend their small break together, but he would never even think to imagine telling Prompto about his selfish desires. “Are you guys planning on doing anything?” He asked, his head tilting as he took another sip from his shake.

Prompto shrugged, and he wiggled his shoulders in excitement. “I dunno, probably the usual. I’ve just never had him around for so long,” he laughed nervously, “I’m...kinda nervous, actually.” He admitted, a small flush of red coming to his cheeks.

Noct felt someone had punched him in the gut.

“Hey, there’s no need to be nervous. He’s your dad.” Noct said comfortingly, a small laugh dancing on his lips as he looked into Prompto’s eyes.

Noct didn’t need Prompto to say anything to know what he was thinking. The words adopted dad hung in the air - though they were never said.

Prompto’s smile lit up his face after a moment though, and he nodded at Noct. “Yup! And that’s why I want you to meet him!”

This time Noct really did spit out his milkshake.

“Gah! Gross, dude!” Prompto said as his arms flew up to shield himself from the small shower of the contents that flew from Noct’s mouth.

A hand flew up to cover the prince’s lips as he tried to keep the rest from spilling out of his mouth, and when he finally managed to swallow, the contents were flavorless in his shock.

WHAT?

“You want me t - what?” The prince reiterated, his eyes wide as he watched while Prompto wiped off his school uniform with a napkin.

“Is that a big deal?” Prompto asked as he tossed the crumpled material to the side, quirking an eyebrow in Noct’s direction as he spoke.

“Well - well, yeah, kinda!” Noct said, his face immediately becoming flustered as a million thoughts and scenarios ran through his mind. “I mean, you’ve barely spoken two words about him until now…”

“Come on, it’s not that big of a deal. He’s super cool. You’ll like him.” Prompto said with a bright smile, one that Noct was far too aware the blond knew he could not refuse.

It couldn’t be that bad. Considering anyone who was even near Prompto was bound to have a more upbeat attitude. Maybe in the small amounts that Prompto saw his dad, that was how he learned to be so happy all the time. It couldn’t be that bad. Noct could deal with this. And besides, seeing the way Prompto’s cheek flush in anticipation and excitement made Noct’s heart ache with joy, and he’d rather jump off a bridge than see any form of disappointment in his face right now.

“I - okay. Yeah, that sounds good.” Noct finally responded, swallowing down the sudden nervousness that gripped him. He nodded at Prompto’s enthusiastic smile. “Now finish your milkshake. It’s gonna melt all over the place.”

“Ah!” Prompto suddenly exclaimed, realizing that the drink before him suddenly existed. He placed his lips over the straw and took a long sip, smiling at Noct as he did so. “Thanks for this, Noct. It really means a lot.” His smile softened into something more gentle, and again Noct withheld the urge to reach out when he felt a rush of joy surge through him at the smile.

“Yeah, yeah.” He said after a minute, nodding to the waitress who set down two plates of food before them. “Just so long as he doesn’t bite my head off, then it should be fun.” He remarked with a chuckle, watching as Prompto copied his laughter.

Yeah, he’d be fine. Seriously - how scary could this guy be?

~

The drive over to Prompto’s place was leaving Noct whittled down into a bundle of high-wired nerves.

He couldn’t understand why he was so terrified of meeting this man.

He knew that it was likely just chalked up to the fact that the unknowns of Prompto’s father was leaving his image as one giant question mark, and Noct wasn’t very comfortable with that ambiguity.

He really had no idea what to expect.

His hands gripped the steering wheel even tighter as he turned the car into the familiar street, and he felt his heart thud as the view of the small home came into view as he neared it.

It was okay. Prompto liked him. And he said himself that he knew Noct would too - so there was no need to worry.

And he repeated that to himself 12 more times as he stepped out of the vehicle and closed the door behind him. He took a moment to straighten out his shirt, then stare up at the small living place as he took his first steps forward.

He could do this. It was no big deal. It was just another person. He’d met tons of people before. People that were far more important than this man - well, at least from a political standpoint.

He could do this.

Sucking in a deep breath, the prince reached up a hand to rap his knuckles three times on the wooden door.

He listened intently for any noise from the other side, but for a long moment there wasn’t anything - but that was short lived.

Noct’s brow furrowed as he heard a scurrying from the other end, and what sounded like footsteps stumbling over themselves graced his ears before the handle of the door suddenly giggled, and the door flew open.

“Hey, Noct!” Prompto’s blinding smile was enough to ease Noct’s worries right then and there, and he smiled back genuinely at the bright greeting. “Long time no see!”

The prince chuckled at the comment, and made his way to move forward as he playfully shoved the blond as he made to pass. “Tch, yeah, thanks to a certain someone.” He winked at his friend as he walked in and toed off his shoes.

For the passed days, his text conversations with Prompto had been limited that week. Though they had made plans a few weeks prior to their break, all if it had fell through when they got the news that Prompto’s father would be returning for the week. Noct wasn’t complaining at all. This was amazing for his companion, and he would never have even blinked at the thought to make sure that he spent every second he could with him.

The majority of their conversation was Prompto apologizing for not being able to hang out for the last few days, and Noct actively reassuring him that it was fine and that it was important that he spent this time with his dad. They’d texted each other a few times in the evening - mainly Noct asking what their plans were, though it was rare for them to actually hold a conversation as usually Prompto responded late from his excursions with his father. Noct had gathered that they had spent a lot of time...talking. That was basically all Prompto afforded him, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was going on.

“Oh...yeah, sorry about that. I feel bad blowin’ off all our plans…” Prompto said honestly as he cast his eyes to the ground after he shut the door behind them.

Noct whipped his head around and nudged him again. “I was kidding, Prompto.” He chuckled, watching as violet-blue eyes guiltily locked with his. “Obviously it’s fine.”

“I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.” Prompto said happily. “And thanks so much for coming today, it really means a lot.”

Noct felt his heart thud as he looked into the sweet gaze Prompto offered, and he gulped once to shake away the sudden nervousness that gripped him. “Oh - t’yeah. It’s not a problem. Not like I had anything else to do.” He grinned back, following Prompto further into the home.

“Really? Doesn’t Ignis keep you busy with - uh - royal duties or something?” The blond tossed his head over his shoulder as he eyed Noct, curiosity quirking his eyebrow.

Noct sighed. “Yeah, I suppose. But that doesn’t really count as doing something…”

He was momentarily caught up in the nostalgic aura of the home. Something about it seemed different from before. There was the light scent of coffee coming from the kitchen, and the normally blank living area he could see ahead had blankets and pillows and a few papers strewn across the couch. The table had a new, yet simple decor an odd symbol of sorts that stood on a statue. The placed just seemed more lived in, than it usually did. The most Prompto had usually done when he came home was eat, clean up, then go straight to his room. He barely touched the rest of the house, but it looked as though that had changed in the past week.

That was a good sign.

Noct felt a bit better as they walked further into the house, and he decided once and for all that he was going to make a good impression on this person and ensure that Prompto was proud to introduce him as a friend. And knowing the blond, he likely hadn’t even mentioned that he was the prince. Though, if he had mentioned his name, he may already know who he was.

It didn’t matter though.

He sucked in a breath as they rounded the corner.

“Hey, Dad!”

The words rang almost painfully loud in Noct’s head.

Because - at the small kitchen table, sitting with his leg propped up over the other, papers in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other -

Sat the Marshall - Cor the Immortal.

Noct barely registered as Prompto moved forward, turning slightly as he moved out of the way so that the view of the prince wasn’t blocked from the man’s sight. “This is Noct - er Noctis.”

Time seemed to move in slow motion as Cor’s dark eyes slowly turned away from what he was reading, followed shortly by the deliberate movement of his head as he turned to fully face the guest. His calculating eyes seemed to drill into Noct’s very soul, and the prince wasn’t sure if he had the willpower to keep from visibly shaking.

The pause between Prompto’s introduction was achingly long, but Noct could barely think to move as his brain dumped every single thought and impression of Prompto’s adopted father. A million questions were answered and a million new ones flew to his mind.

“Prince Noctis.” Cor’s deep voice ripped Noct away from his thoughts, and he nodded stiffly before he offered a slight dip of his head in acknowledgement.

“Marshall.” He was shocked he was able to keep the tremble out of his voice.

Cor the Immortal was Prompto’s adopted father.

Nothing could have prepared him for the shock of it. Well - nothing except for Prompto perhaps being willing to mention it in the first place. The Marshall was - he couldn’t even finish the thought. It made no sense. How on earth had that happened? Why would Cor even think to adopt a son when he barely had time to keep things up in his own life? It made sense why he was never around now - more than enough sense. But he couldn’t fit the pieces together of why he would have chosen to take on such responsibility with everything else he was bound to.

Noct was again taken from his thoughts when he noticed Prompto’s head whip back and forth between the two, a hand coming up to point at them as he did so. “Wait - you guys know each other?”

Both heads turned towards him, and Noct could only stare in blatant dumbfoundedness.

“We’ve run across each other a few times before, Prompto.” Cor’s calm voice spoke before Noct could, and he was almost glad for it, as he was certain he would have just spewed a whole bunch of nonsense in that moment.

“Oh, great! That saves me a lot of explaining, then.” He chippered, bouncing on his feet.

Silence filled the space. And Noct couldn’t help but feel he was being entrapped by the piercing eyes that continued to stare into him, and he was just about to make some stupid excuse as to why he needed to leave, but Cor, again, spoke first.

“Prompto, why don’t you go get ready. You have a film to catch, don’t you?” The Marshall’s voice was oddly patient as he turned to give the boy a slight nod.

“Oh, right! Gimme just a sec.” He said in response, smiling happily at Noct before he passed him to make his way towards his room.

Noct watched him go with a small smile in return, but he almost couldn’t find the willpower to turn around once Prompto had disappeared into his room.

Gods save him.

“I didn’t expect it to be you, to be honest.”

Noct’s head whipped around as he turned back around, and he was greeted with the sight of Cor sitting more forward in his chair, the mug and the paper set neatly on the table. “He never mentioned your full name, nor your status.”

The prince listened to him intently, and he blinked a few times before he cleared his throat to answer. “Y-yeah, he never mentioned you by name either…”

Seeing this man - this legend sitting at a small kitchen table with coffee and papers was almost too much. It clashed so badly in his head that he wouldn’t have been surprised if he suddenly awoke from this odd dream to find himself ready to restart the day.

“Though, I shouldn’t be surprised to find that the one person he managed to befriend was the prince. The way he talks about you certainly isn’t the image that the kingdom sees you by, however.”

Noct shot his eyes up to Cor and he furrowed his brow slightly.

He couldn’t be certain...but there was an edge to his voice as he finished the statement. Almost as if he was...accusing him of something.

“Yeah, well...I don’t really need to act that way around him. He doesn’t really care, actually.” Noct laughed uneasily, shifting in his spot as he flicked a gaze around the room.

“Do you care?” Cor asked, his dark gaze steadily drilling into him.

“About what?” Noct asked, confused by the question.

“Do you care that he doesn’t see you that way?”

The prince felt his body freeze up.

Oh, boy. He got what was happening now. He was being sized up, analyzed, critiqued. Cor the Immortal was taking the extra steps to make sure that his adopted son wasn’t just some plaything for the prince. And this meant that if he said the wrong thing he would likely be ended right there in that moment.

Did he care? Absolutely not. In fact, that was one of Prompto’s more endearing qualities - the fact that he saw him as nothing more than a normal person with flaws like anyone else. But he was struck for a moment about wondering if that was the answer Cor wanted to hear. Did he want to know that Noct didn’t care at all about what Prompto thought about him? Was that a bad way of thinking about it? If he did care - then it would seem as though he was taking Prompto’s friendship for granted, and if he didn’t - then it would be as if he didn’t care at all about what Prompto thought.

Noct’s mind imploded silently.

“I - I...don’t. No. It doesn’t matter - no. It’s not that it doesn’t matter, it’s just that he’s - kinda...he doesn’t care, so I don’t care.” The words were a jumbled mess, and they obviously were not satisfactory for Cor judging from the way his hardened expression remained set as he stared at the prince.

Shit.

“No - Prompto just sees me as a friend - and that’s fine. It’s better that way.” Noct gulped down his dread as Cor eyed him carefully, and he shifted on his feet as he tried to find a better way to explain himself - without revealing how he truly felt about how important Prompto was to him. “He’s...he’s just special -”

“Alright! Ready, Noct?”

The prince almost jumped from his spot when Prompto spoke from directly behind him, and he more trusted his head to nod than for the words from his mouth to speak.

It would have been gibberish, anyway. 

“We’ll probably be back a bit later.” Prompto said as he looked towards Cor, the Marshall nodding in return.

“Take your time, I’ll likely not be back until morning.” The legend responded, looking between the two as he leaned back in his chair.

“Kay! Then I’ll see you tomorrow.” The blond replied with a happy nod, making his way towards the exit.

“Stay safe.” Noct was almost caught off guard by the sincerity in the words, and again, his image of this man was turned upside down as he noticed the tender look in his eyes as he stared after his son just before he rounded the corner.

“Yup, you too! Bye, Dad!”

As Noct worked to put his shoes back on, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being closely watched the entire time, and by the time they had finally managed to exit the house, it wasn’t until they were five miles down the street did he feel the ability to actually relax.

Whatever he had been expecting to see - Cor was certainly not it.

~

“AAAgghh, that movie was so lame.” Prompto exclaimed as he stretched his arms out behind him, yawning loudly as he did so.

They walked side by side out of the car, Noct laughing at the blaringly obvious.

They had made it into the movie with a few minutes to spare, but the two had ended up laughing throughout the majority of the film because of how terrible it was. Due to many of those in the theater angrily shushing them to keep their voices down, eventually Prompto and Noct had given each other a very knowing look and left the the movie halfway through. It was just terrible, but sharing the memory with Prompto was worth the effort to go see it.

They had talked and laughed about it the entire drive home, but Noct wouldn’t admit that he was a tad disappointed that he wasn’t able to spend a bit more time with him before he was whisked away by Cor for the rest of their break.

They had managed to kill some time walking around the market place and jumping from arcade to arcade. It was exactly what they tended to do after they finished school for the day, and it was just as fun. They later stopped by their usual diner to get something to eat. Their conversation had been filled with talks of school and random facts, and as much as Noct had tried to pry more into what Prompto had been doing with Cor, the blond kept insisting that he wanted to show him something first before he told him.

It had been a good day.

“I can’t believe they botched it that badly.” Noct agreed as they neared the entrance to Prompto’s home. The moon gleamed above them, the prince could barely believe so much time had passed since they’d left that afternoon.

“Seriously. They at least could have tried to stay true to the original plotline.” The blond shook his head as he reached for his key and inserted it into the lock. “The worst part was that everyone else seemed so into it.” He chuckled, pushing the handle to open the door.

“Yeah,” Noct agreed, watching as his companion stepped through the doorway. He looked down at his feet and jiggled the keys in his hand, letting out a sigh. Silence filled the small space. And he debated for a moment if he should go in - but it was late…

“Well - have a good night -”

“Nah, wait. Can’t you stay a bit?” The blond’s eager voice caught Noct off guard, and when he turned to look up at him he was almost taken aback by the plea in his eyes. “We left early - I mean that is, if you want to.” Prompto quickly amended, his face flushing slightly in embarrassment.  

“Oh - oh, yeah. I can stay.” Noct couldn’t help the rise of happiness that overtook his facial muscles, and his excitement only increased when Prompto’s face lit up in blatant joy.

“Awesome, I’ve got some stuff here we can watch if you want to. Oh! - and I also wanted to show you somethin’. Come on!”

Without another word, Noct complied and entered the home, shutting the door behind him.

~

“Wow…” Noct breathed as he examined the case. Prompto’s room looked to have been moved around a bit, but the most stunning feature was the shiny new black case with glass doors. Behind them, locked away, was a series of pistols and rifles that sat neatly on their mounts. The ten new weapons gleamed with shiny polish, and Noct couldn't help the smile that came to his face as he imagined how happy Prompto must have looked as he cleaned them.

“Prompto, these are amazing.” The prince stated blatantly, looking up to see the blond’s beaming grin. “Cor - er - your dad got these for you?” He asked, eyeing the weaponry with awe.

“Yup. All of ‘em.” He boasted proudly. “I couldn’t believe it either. I don’t know how he managed to get these - but I don’t really question how he does things so much anymore.” Prompto laughed, scratching the back of his head.

Noct wasn’t sure he wanted to know the stories behind it, either.

“Have you used them?” Noct turned to look at Prompto, his eyebrows raised in question.

Prompto smirked back and folded his arms. “Yeah, I have. All of them. They’re amazing... that’s actually why I’ve been so busy. My dad’s been...uh...training me, I guess?” He stated, shrugging his shoulders.

“You’ve been training?” Noct was shocked almost into silence. He’d seen Cor fight once in his entire life - but when he had it had been with a sword or katana - he’d never imagined that Cor would be proficient in ballistic weaponry - though he shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Crap - I kinda wanted it to be a surprise, but I wanted to show you so bad.” The blond chuckled, “He’s helped me so much in just one week. I can’t wait to show you what I can do now.” Prompto said eagerly, and again Noct was caught up in the feeling that Prompto was hiding something...the insecurity behind his voice wasn’t very obvious, but Noct had known him long enough to be able to pick up on it.

“I’m sure I’ll be blown away.” Noct said genuinely, patting his arm as he straightened his posture.

Prompto nodded eagerly as he begun to make for the door.

They left the room and Noct made for the couch, watching as Prompto retrieved the remote from beside the small entertainment center and tossed it to Noct.

“Find something you wanna watch! Do you want anything? Popcorn or…?”

“Nah, I’m good. I think I stuffed myself full from that burger.” The prince called back, listening as Prompto opened the fridge from the other side of the room. He came back a moment later and tossed Noct a can of soda, the prince nodding gratefully to him as Prompto took a seat directly next to him.

They discussed for a moment what to watch, but in the end Noct just ended up hitting some random show that they would likely pay no attention to anyway.

“I didn’t know you knew my dad.” Prompto said after a couple minutes into the show, taking a sip from the can as he watched.

Noct grunted. “I didn’t know I knew your dad either.” He responded, flashing a look in Prompto’s direction.

“Oh - right. Maybe I should have mentioned that.” The blond chuckled, shooting Noct an apologetic look.

“Yup. That might’ve helped a bit.” He teased back, swinging his arms behind either side of the couch.

They fell back into silence as they watched the show, the nonsensical situations emitting quietly from the TV.

Noct couldn’t think of anything to say, really. There were so many questions he wanted answered but he knew that he shouldn’t. He could safely say that Cor’s reasoning behind adopting a son was far beyond what he should know, but that didn’t satisfy his want to know. He wanted to ask Prompto about his childhood, about what Cor did when he was home. What Prompto thought of him, about if he felt slighted by the fact that he was alone. But those were private thoughts and questions that he’d likely have to keep to himself until he felt more comfortable with the situation...but it was still eating away at him.

Prompto let out a loud yawn and threw his arms up in the air, deliberately sliding sideways on Noct’s arm until his head fell into his lap. Noct smiled and rolled his eyes at the familiar motion. And adjusted himself slightly so that Prompto’s head more easily rested on his legs.

“Do all dads have a million things to do all the time…?” Prompto’s voice was soft after a few moments, and Noct looked down to see his heavy eyes blinking at the TV before them.

Noct let out a small breath of air as he returned his gaze to the screen. “Ours, maybe.” He huffed, his thoughts drifting to realness of the question.

Whatever Prompto was feeling at the moment, Noct was sure that he shared in the emotion. He knew what it was like - but then again - he had no idea. He knew what his father was doing when he wasn’t there, but for Prompto - the boy had no clue. How many times had he been left to wonder if it was somehow his fault that he was never around? How many times had he wished that there had been someone there to listen to him?

Noct felt his arm slide down from the top of the soft and he lowered it until he reached Prompto’s arm, and he gave him a light squeeze before he let it rest comfortably on his torso.

Hopefully having each other was enough.

And those were the thoughts that allowed Noct to close his eyes in peace, the vigor from the day’s events finally catching up to him as he allowed sleep to claim him.

~

Noct groaned as he was slightly stirred from his sleep. He kept his eyes closed even as consciousness came to him - something in the back of his mind warning him that he should wake up. The pull of exhaustion was almost too much though, and he turned his head as he willed himself to try and go back to sleep.

It was no use though, with another moan, he fluttered his eyes open - and he was immediately greeted with the sight of Cor Leonis standing directly before him.

Noct let out a sound that was a mix between a scream and a yell as he flailed his limbs, effectively sending Prompto sailing off the couch and onto the hard floor with a loud THUNK.

“GYAH! What the hell, dude!?” Prompto cried hoarsely, propping himself up onto his elbow as he reached up a hand to rub his head.

Noct’s heart was pounding out of his chest, and the most he could do was stare in fear at the dark eyes that gazed down upon him. Some underlying emotion swam behind the eyes, and the Marshall simply took a moment to fold his arms across his chest as he continued to stare between the two of them.

“Oh - hey, Dad, I didn’t think you’d be getting back tonight.” Prompto said after a moment, pushing himself to his feet as he turned to face him.

How was he so calm!?

“It didn’t take as long as I thought.” Cor responded, offering Prompto a nod of acknowledgement.

“Cool. Sorry, Noct and I just kinda passed out. We didn’t think you’d be back tonight.” Prompto said a bit too honestly, and he noted the small flash in Cor’s eyes as he attempted to register the meaning behind the innocent phrase.

Noct felt his heart stop as he must have realized what that sounded like - especially after how Cor had walked in on their sleeping positions.

Gods.

“Um - yeah, I should get going.” Noct said hastily, rising to his feet as he fumbled around for the keys in his pocket.

“Oh - right. Lemme go get my jacket and I’ll walk you out.” Prompto said dutifully, shooting him a nod before he turned to walk away.

The prince watched him go before he turned his sorry eyes back to Cor. “Sorry - I didn’t mean to -” Noct withheld another yelp as Cor suddenly rushed him, towering over his smaller form as he drilled his eyes into his brain.

“I want you to be aware that I’m watching you.” The voice was low and menacing, and Noct almost shrank back from the force of it. “I’ve seen the way you look at him - and though he may not realize it, I do. If your intentions are anything beyond innocent - I’ll know about it. My boy is trusting - to a fault. And if anyone, no matter who they are, ever decides to take advantage of that...I’ll know. Understood?”

Noct’s vision blurred as he felt any color from his face wash away. His eyes dilated in fear as he looked up to the glare that adorned the Marshall’s face.

It was in that moment that he realized that Cor wasn’t just pretending to play dad - he actively felt the responsibility of it - and oh did it show.

Noct didn’t trust himself to speak in that moment, so he only allowed himself to nod vigorously in response.

“Good.” The Marshall said sternly. “He’s coming back. Smile, so he doesn’t think I’m threatening you.”

The command was odd and extremely intimidating, and Noct only felt his lips twitch as he tried to fulfill it.

“I said smile. ” He hissed, and Noct did his best to force his lips to turn upwards just at the moment Prompto returned with his jacket.

“Alright, you ready, Noct - you okay?” Prompto said as he walked towards him, adjusted the flaps of his light jacket as he stared at him.

Noct resisted the urge to look to Cor for what to say next, and he simply nodded as he kept the fake smile plastered to his lips.

Prompto’s brows furrowed as he looked on. “Uh...kay…”

It wasn’t convincing - and he was sure Cor was going to eat him alive at any second because of his failure.

“Farewell, and goodnight, Noctis. I’m sure we’ll meet again.” Cor passed him one last look, then gave his arm a pat on the shoulder that almost made Noct’s knees buckle, and he only found the will to nod at him as he watched the Marshall pass by him and into his room.

“Night, Dad!” Prompto called after him, turning so that he could make his way towards the exit.

Noct took a moment to reorient his world - his heart was pounding so loudly he was surprised it wasn’t the loudest noise in the room. He reached out his trembling hands to fumble for his keys again, and thanked the gods when he found it in his coat pocket. He followed Prompto towards the door and copied his motion of putting on his shoes.

“Sorry ‘bout that. I didn’t think he’d be getting back tonight.” The blond said innocently, shooting Noct a look.

The prince nodded. “U-uh, yeah. Yup. No problem.”

As they walked out into the cool evening, Noct was happy for the rush of air. It helped clear his head and calm his heart. And as he said goodnight to Prompto, he still felt the tremble in his hands as he reached for the ignition to start the car.

Noct had felt as though his life had flashed before his very eyes. Cor had been that observant. Just from seeing him once he had picked up on his...infatuation with his friend. It made him all the more intimidating, and though Noct had thought trying to mix such a legend with a domesticated life seemed impossible, he now realized that it was probably the most lethal mix on the planet.

Even from that simple interaction, Noctis was now far more aware that Cor hadn’t just abandoned his son. He likely had ways of keeping tabs even when he was away. And though it was obvious that he was still very much duty bound to the crown - his protectiveness for his own was blaringly obvious.

Prompto had no idea how lucky he was to have a father such as that.

Chapter Text

For the past few weeks, Ignis had noticed that Noct was in unusually chipper spirits.

He seemed more willing to do his homework, take out the trash, and even refrain more often from complaining when Ignis insisted that he eat his vegetables.

He couldn’t be positive what the cause was, as he had just started high school, and usually these times were filled with unsure feelings and anxiety, but it appeared as though that Noct had been enjoying himself more than usual.

Which was very odd.

When Ignis had finally asked him why, the prince had just smiled, and willingingly answered that he’d made a new friend.

Ignis had been shocked into a stupor.

He was, of course, skeptical - but he trusted Noct’s judgement. The last few “friends” he’d made had all been searching for something from him. Whether it be popularity, status, or bragging rights, they all seemed to just be after his stature as prince.

That, of course, had been discovered early on - and Noct had made it a point to withdraw from his classmates as much as possible. He’d learned his lesson, each time coming home with his little head hung low and an aura so depressed that Ignis had to repress the urge to find the scum and whap them over their heads. The most he could do, however, was wrap the small prince in a warm embrace and tell him that they were just simple-minded children - and that he would find friends one day that saw him only for who he was.

It had taken time, but the weeks past and this new friend of Noctis’s seemed to be becoming more of a real thing -

Though Ignis continued to be rather cautious. He didn’t trust a bit of it - and he was repressing the horrible protective instinct to shoo away this new friend in fear that he may one day hurt his ward. He asked frequent questions about him, too - trying to gauge whether or not it was legitimate. Noct seemed to believe that it was, but Ignis could only nod and one day hope that he got the chance to meet him.

Whoever he was.

Noct hadn’t bothered to mention his name yet - and it panged Ignis’s heart because he knew it was because he was waiting, too - waiting to see if it was just another fake. The prince kept his hope locked away; dreading that if started to believe it then it would fall away.  

“Noct, what would you like for lunch tomorrow?” Ignis made his way around the kitchen and opened the fridge, examining the contents as he listened for the prince’s response.

“Umm...I dunno. Whatever you make is good. Just nothing with beans.” Noct called back.

The strategist sighed and began to pull out a few ingredients, setting them on the counter as he flashed his eyes up to the dark-haired royal who sat lazily on the sofa, his phone in one hand and a cup in the other.

He could tell that he was texting someone - and it didn’t take him long to deduce who. It certainly couldn’t have been Gladio, as the prince had a horrible habit of not responding to his trainer - his father only called, and as for anyone else...well...he didn’t bother to respond to them either.

Except for this new friend.

“Oh - and Specs? Can you make some extra of those desserts? Prompto ate all of mine today.”

Hmm?

Ignis froze his motion of chopping a carrot. “Prompto?” He asked, his green eyes flashing up to Noct as he waited for a response.

The prince lifted his head as he furrowed his brow at Ignis, but it was obvious something clicked when his facial expression morphed into realization. “Oh, yeah. That’s his name.” Noct said casually, his head tilting back down to his phone as he resumed typing.

Ignis didn’t need any more context to know who he was.

He took an extra second to stare at the prince, and he nodded as he looked down again.

Hmm. Prompto. That was his name. He actually had a name. That alone was significant.

“Very well.” Ignis responded after a minute, his thoughts becoming distant as he stared down at the fresh vegetables in front of him.

Prompto it was. And Ignis decided right then and there that he’d keep a steady eye on this new friend - one who was able to manipulate Noctis into sharing his food likely had a bit more up their sleeves, and Ignis made sure he’d see to it that that was discovered long before any damage could be done.

His knife came down hard on the vegetable in his determination.

~

CLASH!

Ignis gritted his teeth against the force of Gladio’s strength behind his blades.

He could feel the sweat drip down his face as he swiftly maneuvered out of the trap, feinting to the side as he twirled out of the counter. He quickly realized his mistake, however, as Gladio took the momentary vulnerability of his stance to sweep a leg directly underneath Ignis’s feet. The reflex was instinctual as Ignis immediately threw his body backwards, his hands catching him on the soft mat as he elegantly back sprang out of the lethal motion. He stumbled backwards, a hand coming up to adjust his glasses as he straightened his posture.

“Damn.” Gladio laughed, his panting breath filling the silence as he looked on at his opponent. “Didn’t know you could do that.” He grinned, rolling his massive shoulders as he relaxed his stance.

Ignis smirked as he flipped the daggers in his hands, copying Gladio’s motion as he pulled his stance up straighter. “I didn’t think to mention it.” He said honestly, shrugging his shoulders.

“Uh-huh. Got any other hidden talents you mind tellin’ me about?” The warrior urged, flashing a white smile as he stretched out his arms.

“None that I can think of at the moment. Though, I’m not sure I’d tell you if I did. Surprise is always the best strategy.” Ignis answered casually, walking back up to the middle of the mat.

Gladio let out a chuckle and shook his head. “I s’ppose that’s true. But that just means I ain’t gonna tell you mine either.” His smirk bordered on mischievous, and Ignis couldn’t help but smile in return.

He’d been sparring with Gladio for the past few months - and they’d quickly become close friends. They had known each other long before they had started, however, but their friendship didn’t bloom until their schedules had been pushed together by similar duties. They shared many similar interests, much to Ignis’s surprise, and he found Gladio’s mature yet relaxed presence to be a soothing change from his fast-paced life.

The man always had something to say - whether it be funny or intellectual, and Ignis always found himself entranced by his charming personality and deliberate phrasing. Their lives were to be intertwined regardless if Ignis had even wanted to become friends, so he was thankful that Gladio had been someone not only tolerable, but enjoyable to be around.

“That’s only fair, I suppose.” Ignis responded with a nod, using his finger to habitually adjust his glasses.

Gladio smirked again before he turned to make his way towards the benches, and Ignis watched as he set down the wooden blade on the side, reaching for his water bottle. “Here.” He said, tossing Ignis his own as the strategist made to join him.

He nodded in thanks and popped the cap, tilting his head back as he took a long draught from the contents. His eyes flashed open when he finished, and he briefly thought he caught the pair of amber eyes staring, but the moment he moved to make eye contact they had flown back to his own drink as he chugged the water.

Hm.

“You’re gettin’ a lot better.” Gladio said after he set the container aside, plopping himself down on the bench as he wiped his neck with a towel. “We haven’t sparred in a week - but you’ve still improved. I’m impressed.”

Ignis smiled at the compliment, and he nodded at the warrior when he handed him a towel. “I can’t take all the credit. I’ve simply been practicing what you’ve shown me.” Green eyes flashed up to the tall windows above them and he breathed out a sigh as he moved the cloth around the back of his neck. “I apologize for missing our sessions, Noct has been quite busy lately.”

“You’re tellin’ me. Kid hasn’t shown up for the last five lessons.” Gladio grunted, taking another long drink from his water bottle.

Ignis nodded. “He’s been busy with his studies. I’ll ensure that he gets back on schedule once he finishes this week.”

“Startin’ high school’s rough. He seems to be doin’ pretty well, though.” Gladio remarked casually, “Speakin’ a which, you meet Prompto yet?”

Ignis perked up in curiosity, his head turning to his friend at the comment. “No, I haven’t. Have you?”  

“Sure did. Kid’s somethin’ else.” Gladio’s eyebrows raised in knowingness, and it made Ignis’s eyes narrow in suspicion.

“Really…” Ignis said, reaching for his water bottle to take another drink.

“Yup. Noct wants to start training with him, too. Says he’s got a knack with guns.”

Ignis inhaled sharply - effectively sending him into a fury of harsh coughs as he breathed in the contents of the water.

“Woah!” Ignis felt a few sharp pounds on his back as Gladio pounded his back, his eyes widened in concern as he looked at Ignis’s flustered face. “You okay?” He laughed uneasily, leaning forward to try and catch the green eyes.

“I -” Ignis cleared his throat sharply, “yes, I’m fine.” He choked, again clearing his throat from the sharp pain.

A knack with guns!?

“I wasn’t expecting that, honestly.” Ignis admitted, fiddling with the water bottle cap when he finally regained his breath.

No. It wasn’t fair to assume anything. Just because he knew how to use a gun didn’t mean he was some deranged punk.  

He repeated that to himself several times.

“Yeah. He’s pretty interesting, though.” Gladio continued smirking as he watched for Ignis’s expression.

“I suppose I’ll see for myself tonight. Noctis is having him over to study.” The strategist commented distantly, nodding to himself as he again cleared his throat.

He thanked the gods that his schedule hadn’t conflicted with his ability to be there that night in Noct’s apartment. He wanted to meet this new friend, definitely, but now his reasoning went beyond “meet”. It bordered on protective.

“Heh, right. I’m curious to see what you’ll think of ‘im.” The warrior commented as he stood to his feet, and Ignis was momentarily caught up in the sheer massiveness of his arms as he stretched him far beyond his head. He looked away, however, when the brunet turned to give him a look. “Alright. Enough with the weapons. Let’s get some hand to hand goin’.” He hopped a few times, and Ignis nodded as he set aside the towel and bottle, copying the stretching motion as he prepared himself.

He attempted to focus as best as he could on the rhythmic jabs that Gladio threw at him and he returned, but his thoughts kept straying back to what Gladio had said. He found that even though he tried to be beneficial to the doubt of it all, his cautiousness plagued him - and even as he sparred on, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was going to be a very interesting first encounter.

~

Ignis sat on the sofa in the middle of Noct’s apartment and sipped at his coffee. His thoughts were only half filled with the report he was reading, and he felt an odd twitch of anticipation stir his chest as he looked at the time.

They should have been back by now.

He pushed the thought aside as he looked at the early evening hour, and he let out a breath as he shifted in his spot.  

No. It was fine. They’d be back soon, whatever it was that they were doing. He’d done everything he needed to to prepare for the evening. He’d set out rulers, calculators, folders, notebooks, graphing paper, textbooks, and many more necessary objects for their night of studying. He wasn’t well aware of the things that they would need to make sure that they were comfortable for the evening, but he put out what he could. Sodas were stocked, coffee was brewing, and he had desserts set aside for later.

Ignis wouldn’t go as far as to say that he was nervous about his first encounter with Prompto. He was more…unsure than nervous. He didn’t know what to expect. From the things he’d heard about Noct, the boy seemed fun and energetic - but that could translate to a million different meanings. And of course, what Gladio had said earlier that day still rang in his ears - though he’d tried to dissuade himself from thinking like that.

He tapped his foot as he scanned over the report, noting in the back of his mind that the council meeting tomorrow had been pushed forward an hour -

His eyes flew up to the sound coming from the other side of the room, and he stood to his feet once he heard the familiar push of the door opening from the entrance. He straightened his clothes and set the report on the table.

“Woah...this place is huge.”

The unfamiliar voice, which Ignis immediately credited to Noct’s new friend, filtered in from the other side of the wall, and Ignis furrowed his brow at the enthusiasm. He set his mug down on the kitchen table and made his way forward, mentally preparing himself for the first encounter.

Ignis paused just as the two rounded the corner, Noct leading the way.

“Welcome home.” Ignis greeted, stepping his way forward as he habitually reached for Noct’s jacket.

“Hey, Ignis.” Noct greeted, handing him the coat as he slightly stepped out of the way to reveal the similar heighted person behind him.

“This is Prompto.”

Ignis found himself at a bit of a loss.

He...could not have been expecting anything more polar than the image he had conjured in his mind.

The young man looked up nervously at him, his violet-blue eyes blinking unsurely as he smiled. His tousled blond hair sat unruly on his head, and his flushed cheeks only seemed to brighten as Ignis looked on. Freckles speckled his face, and large eyes crinkled in a soft smile as he politely nodded his head at him.

Puppy.

“Hello, Prompto. It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Ignis.” The strategist introduced himself calmly, mentally slapping him for the utterly random thought that popped into his head moments before.

“Ignis - Noct talks about you all the time. Those desserts you make are amazing.” The smaller man took Ignis’s offered hand and shook it eagerly, his eyes lighting up, though his nervousness was evident in his face.

Ignis let a knowing smile come to his face as he shook his hand and he was almost taken aback by the utter brightness of the boy’s smile. It radiated off him in waves.

“I’m glad you enjoy them.” The strategist responded lightly, noticing out of the corner of his eye as Noct walked further into the living area. “May I take your jacket?”

Prompto looked at a loss for a moment, and his face fell into uncertainty as he looked out of the corner of his eye for Noct. “Uh - oh. Is that alright?” He asked, his gaze flickering between him and Noct who had sat himself down.

Ignis tilted his head.

Puppy.

He clenched his teeth as the involuntary thought again popped into his mind. But he allowed a soft smile to come to his face as he reached for the jacket. “It’s quite alright, Prompto.” He reassured as he took it from his hands. “I’ll just set it over here.”

“Oh. Wow, um, thanks. That’s really nice of you.” The boy said with a nervous laugh as he watched Ignis take the clothing.

Ignis smiled at him as he folded the coat neatly over his arm, gesturing with the other towards the living area. “Please, make yourself comfortable.” He added, turning on his feet as he made his way over to the coat rack a few steps away.

He took a moment to reorient himself as he set the articles of clothing on the rack.

In all of his ability to analyze and situate - he had not expected such a person to walk through that door. He was rethinking everything that he had heard, and it was far easier now to begin to erase some of his previous thoughts - though he couldn’t be certain, however, that it was just a first meeting. And perhaps more of his true colors would show as the night went on.

“Wow, this is amazing.”

Ignis turned his attention back towards the kitchen and walked inside, keeping a steady gaze on the two that circled the small tabletop before they sat down on the sofa.

“I think we’ll probably be set to go for the entire week with all this.” Prompto laughed, scratching his head as he looked at the various tools and papers.

“T’yeah, probably.” Noct agreed with an amused huff, sitting down as he set his backpack on the floor.

“Just be sure to make use of it, and if there’s anything else you need please do not hesitate to ask.” Ignis said from the kitchen, shuffling through the cabinets as he reached for two mugs.

“Yup. Will do.” Ignis heard Noct respond.

“Really? Thanks, dude! - er - Ignis.” Green eyes flew up towards the living area from the rather amusing response, and for a moment he had to repress a chuckle as the blond floundered for a proper response.

Ignis wasn’t used to being thanked so often. “Of course.” He replied from where he stood, giving Prompto a soft smile.

This was getting more interesting by the minute.

“Coffee, Noct?” Ignis called out, watching as the prince and his companion pulled out their textbooks and folders.

“Yup!”

“And for you, Prompto?”

Ignis turned, however, when he didn’t get a response. His eyebrow was quirked at the young man who was staring intently at one of his notebooks, and Noct had to nudge him before he stirred from his studying. “Uh - oh, what? Sorry!” He stammered, looking around until his eyes landed on Ignis.

“Quite alright. I asked if you would like coffee.” Ignis repeated patiently, offering him a smile as he looked on.

His blue eyes flickered around the room, as if trying to decide if it was alright to say yes. “Uh - that’s okay. You don’t have to go through the trouble -”

“Coffee it is.” Ignis interjected, turning his attention back to the mugs on the counter. He stared intently at the one he would use for Prompto and he thought a moment about how to make it.

He decided from that moment that the boy would probably feel uncomfortable trying to describe how he liked his coffee - judging from the way he nearly had a heart attack from the simple ask if he wanted it in the first place. So Ignis decided to take it upon himself to attempt to mix it on his own. From what he gathered thus far, he seemed to be fond of sweet; so sugar for sure. Creamy would likely be a welcome additive - and judging from his fondness of the dessert - vanilla flavoring would likely be a welcome addition.

Nodding to himself, he listened while Noct and Prompto mumbled a few things about their coming history exam, and he heard them conclude that that should be the starting subject, as it was their first exam for the next day.

He mixed the two drinks, already knowing exactly how Noct took his, and set down the stirring spoon to lift the two mugs into his hands.

“Kay...so maybe we should start with the Crystal…” Noct muttered as he flipped through the pages along with Prompto, their faces downturned.

Ignis walked up beside them and set down their mugs, a safe distance away from their papers as he did so.

“Thanks, Specs.” Noct nodded at him, taking the handle as he lifted the cup to his lips.

“Wow, thanks so much.” Prompto said, almost in awe as he looked down at the swirling liquid before he reached for the handle.

“Of course,” Ignis responded turning to walk back towards the kitchen. “Prompto, if you would like me to remake it or perhaps add anything please let me know.” The strategist called as he walked towards the kitchen table, sitting himself down next to the report.

“This - this is amazing.”

Ignis’s gaze flashed up to Prompto’s widened eyes, and it became a slight challenge not to smirk at the awe in his face.

“How’d you know I like it this way?” The smile on his face brightened again as he took another sip, his blue eyes flashing between the mug and the man at the table.

Ignis smiled softly as he reached for his own. “Just a guess.” He said casually, returning his gaze back down to the report.

“It’s - so good. Thank you!”

Puppy.

He aggressively shoved the thought aside.

Green eyes again flashed to Prompto, and this time he allowed himself to nod and smile at the beaming face. “You’re very welcome.”

He couldn’t believe that this was the Prompto that Gladio and Noctis had talked about. He couldn’t have imagined for even a second that such a character even existed - let alone someone Noct would befriend. It was clear that this boy wasn’t used to being served like this - and it made him wonder a bit at his home life and past. Obviously, he was in no position at the moment to inquire about it, but later he would be curious to find out more - especially if he’d be around more often.

And for the first time since he’d learned about him - Ignis was very okay with that notion.

~

“I think I’m gonna die.”

Ignis blinked up from his text message, watching as Noct flopped back into the sofa as he exhaled loudly. He ignored the comment as he returned his attention to the small screen.

TEXT from: Gladio: Interesting right?

“You can’t die on me now, Noct. We’ve still gotta finish this chapter.” Prompto whined, throwing a pencil at the prince - laughing as he hit him square in the face.

Ignis shook his head at the exchange, one finger typing out a response.

TO: Gladio: Quite. Surely not what I expected.

Sent.

“Uggh, I hate math…” The prince sighed, rubbing his face before he found the pencil and chucked it right back at the blond.

The area around them had been disrupted from its organized setting before, now a jumbled mess of papers and calculators and various other mapping tools. Several crumpled pages sat randomly around the living area, and other textbooks and notebooks were scattered on the sofa.

They had been studying for about 4 hours now, the time ticking away as they dove into their books.  

Ignis had been there to offer tutelage if they requested, but thus far Noct had been the only one to ask for explanation for a few things, and they were minor. But Ignis sat there patiently; always ready to assist.

“Alright - I’m gonna use the toilet.” Noct decided, using his arms to push himself off the couch and onto his feet. “I’ll be back - maybe…” He grumbled, shooting Prompto a teasing smirk as he walked off.

Ignis watched him leave out of the corner of his eye, but his gaze flashed back down to his phone when it dinged.

TEXT from: Gladio: Thought he was gonna b a punk or something didnt you

Ignis pressed his lips together.

So...he had been set up.

His fingers flew over the screen as he responded, his eyebrows furrowing as he did so.

TO: Gladio: Very funny, Gladio. Your antics are amusing to no one.

He hit send and tossed his phone to the side, and he sat back in his seat as he looked around the room, drumming his fingers on the tabletop.

He should have known better than to take what Gladio said seriously - though he had to admit he had been played well.

Ignis shook his head and looked towards the living area, fanning out the paper in his hands.

His eyes remained locked on the lone boy in the room, however, as he noticed blond eyebrows furrowed harshly as he tapped a pencil against his cheek. His eyes drilled into the text before him, and Ignis noticed the tapping pause and continue every now and again as he clearly worked to solve a problem.

Ding

TEXT from: Gladio: Theyre amusing to me hehe I SO got you ;)

Ignis shook his head and rolled his eyes.

Gods curse him.

“Prompto, is there something you need help with?” Ignis inquired as he set his phone aside, leaning forward on his chair as he watched violet-blue eyes flash up to him.

“Oh - no, that’s okay. I can figure it out.” Prompto waved, his lower lip curving up as he sheepishly offered Ignis a thankful nod.

Ignis’s lips tipped in a side smile and he rose to his feet.

That was a yes if he ever heard one.

Prompto’s head whipped up again as he watched his peer walk nearer to him, and his blue eyes stared intently as Ignis took a seat next to him. His hands folded together as he leaned forward to view the text.

“Let’s see what we’ve got, here…” Ignis muttered softly, a hand reaching out to pull the book nearer to him. “Ah, trigonometric functions and their applications.” He stated, rubbing his chin as he examined what exactly the problems looked like.

He could feel Prompto’s eyes drilling into him, but he paid it no mind as he looked on at the various problems in the book. “Alright, tell me where you’re struggling. We can even start from the beginning, if you like.” Ignis said patiently, tilting his head as he flashed his eyes up to the blond who was staring unsurely at him.

“U-umm…” Prompto stuttered, and Ignis almost felt sorry that he had suddenly flustered the poor boy, but it was obvious that he needed help. “I - it’s this one…” He admitted sheepishly, pointing to the illustrated triangle on the side of the page. “I’m not really sure where to begin...they give you the two sides, but no angles…”

Ignis nodded and leaned forward a bit more to get a better view of the text of the problem. “First, let’s examine what we’re given. The hypotenuse and side “a”.” He explained, looking at the young blond to see if he followed. He continued when he nodded his head. “The problem asks for you to fill in for side “b” and the angles according to the trigonometric functions.”

“Right...how can I do that without a starting angle, though? Usually, they give us one.” Prompto asked, his violet-blue eyes flashing up to Ignis in question.

“When looking at these particular problems, it’s important to envision it in a broader sense.” Ignis said patiently, his eyes drifting back down to the page as he gestured to the triangle. “First step is to look at what it's already given you. What can you tell me about this triangle?”

“It’s...got a hypotenuse of 16 and side “a” of 13…” Prompto trailed off, looking at the numbers as he tilted his head.

“Very good, but there’s something else that is automatically assumed with this triangle - first, what type of triangle is this?” The strategist asked, his voice gentle as he looked at his younger associate.

“It’s a right triangle.” Prompto answered readily, large violet-blue eyes looking to Ignis in uncertainty.

Puppy.

Ignis resisted his urge to twitch.

“Correct. And what is always given in a right triangle?”

Damn his unconscious thoughts.

“If it’s a right triangle, then - OOOoohhhhhhhhhh…” The blond leaned back in his seat, a bright smile drawing his lips upwards as realization dawned on his face.  

Ignis smiled at the show of realization, and he leaned back slightly as the blond shifted happily in his seat, scribbling down a few things in the notebook as he put together the problem.

“It’s got a right angle - so 90 degrees.” He concluded, his lips still lifted in a sheepish smile. “Sorry. That was stupid of me.” He laughed uneasily, his cheeks flushing in his embarrassment.

“Not at all. It’s easy to overlook such things when problems as these are typically direct.” Ignis reassured, keeping a respectful distance so that he didn’t make him too nervous as Prompto took some time to fill out the rest of the problem.

“Heh, maybe...sometimes I just miss the most obvious things, though.”

“It just takes practice, Prompto.” Ignis reassured, smiling at him as his pencil hovered over the next step in the problem. Ignis gave him a few moments to look it over, but he responded to the cue when the blond timidly flashed his eyes over to him, and Ignis took the initiative to assist.

“So you’ve found cosine…”

As Ignis explained the rest of the problem, he couldn’t help but notice how intently Prompto listened and tried to understand. His gaze was focused and a bit flustered as some things were easy to understand and others took several different types of explanations. However, as Ignis explained, he slowly came to realize the way that he most easily grasped concepts, and he would realize if he was making sense even by the simple look of his face.

Unlike Noct, Prompto was practically an open book. His eyes told Ignis everything he needed to know about whether or not he understood what he was saying. His gestures were easy to read and though his responses were mellow, it wasn’t difficult to deduce what he was thinking.

It all made a lot more sense now. It was Prompto’s honesty that Noct had noticed - and that’s why he had so quickly befriended him.

And what made Ignis instantly like him.

~

The night dragged on, and it was obvious when it was getting unbearably late as Noct had all but passed out on the sofa and Prompto was tipping to the side as he tried to focus on the text before him.

It was certainly time to call it a night.

Ignis stretched out from where he had been sitting before he stood to his feet.

He had bid Gladio a good night via text a while ago, if that was any indication of the late hour, and he was far too aware that if the boys attempted to stay up any longer they’d fall asleep during their exams.

Besides, he had obligations of his own early in the morning, so his time to leave was nearing as well.

He had gently stirred the two and waited patiently for them to gather their things. After Noct and Prompto made plans to meet up in early in the morning to go over more material, all three had made their way over to the coat rack so that Ignis and Prompto both could grab their jackets in preparation for their departure.

“Goodnight, Noct. I won’t be seeing you tomorrow as I have prior obligations, but if you need anything, just call.” Ignis nodded to the prince as he slipped on his shoes, Prompto following close behind.

“Always do, Specs.” The prince answered with a yawn.

“Thanks for having me, Noct. I’ll see you tomorrow!” Prompto said with a wave when Ignis opened the door to let him out.

“Yup. Night Prompto!” Noct called after them.

Ignis adjusted the briefcase in his hands as he bid Noct small wave of goodbye before he stepped outside into the apartment hallway.

He noticed that Prompto had been awkwardly waiting for him - clearly unsure if it would be impolite to walk ahead, and Ignis noted the small smile he offered him as they began to walk together to the elevator.

“Thanks for all your help tonight. I never thought I’d get it, but you’re really good at explaining things.” Prompto praised, his large eyes locking with Ignis’s as he offered his genuine thanks.

Ignis pressed the down button and returned a welcome nod. “It was my pleasure. You seemed to have grasped the concepts quite quickly.” The strategist encouraged, watching as Prompto’s lips turned up in a shy smile.

“That’s only ‘cause you made sure I got it before we moved on.” The younger man chuckled, adjusting the pack on his back as they rode the elevator to the first floor.

“It just takes practice.” Ignis reiterated, gesturing with a hand forward to let the blond step through the open elevator doors, both making their way towards the exit. He paused as he turned to make his way to the lower area of the garage, his head turning to look as Prompto made his way towards the main entranceway. “Are your parents here, already?” Ignis asked as he watched Prompto walk towards the main exit way instead of the garage.

Large violet-blue eyes flickered back and forth unsurely, until his face fell into a shy smile as he looked down. “U-uh, hehe. No. They’re not around.” He said uneasily, flicking the blond strands out of his eyes as he looked nervously towards the exit.

Ignis blinked at him.

“Then how are you to get home?” The strategist asked plainly, his body turning to fully face the younger man.

“I can get home from here!” Prompto reassured, “It’s no big deal - I do it all the time.” He laughed uneasily, his eyes squinting as he attempted to put on a confident smile.

Ignis stared for a moment - unable to fathom what exactly was happening before him.

He was startled when he felt his chest constrict slightly.

“Nonsense. Come with me.” The strategist suddenly demanded, reaching out a hand in gesture.

Prompto stared, unsure eyes flicking between him and various parts of the hallway. “No, no, it’s really fine. I don’t wanna inconvenience you -”

“The only inconvenience at the moment is the time we’re wasting having this conversation.” Ignis interrupted suddenly, but gently. “Come.”

Eos would fall the day Ignis would let this puppy - GODS - boy walk home alone this late at night.

His green eyes gazed steadily at Prompto, and he watched as his lower lip curved slightly as he nodded his head, dipping it as he did as he was told and made his way towards Ignis. Ignis dropped his hand as the boy neared, and he confidently lead him down to the parking garage, shooting him a few glances as the poor boy timidly fidgeted with his backpack as they walked through the cool area.

As soon as they reached the car, Ignis habitually opened the back door, Prompto stuttering his thanks as he slid into the back seat. Ignis couldn’t help but notice how wide his eyes were as he looked around the vehicle, and he wondered briefly why that was. He started the ignition and carefully drove his way out of the garage, only turning to look up in the rearview mirror once they were ready to exit the complex.

“Where should I go, Prompto?” Ignis asked patiently, watching as the boy looked up in the mirror to return his gaze.

“Oh - um, take a right here. It’s just a few blocks away.” Prompto explained, shifting in his spot as he looked out the window.

Ignis nodded and flipped on his blinker, executing a right turn once the coast was clear.

“You live near your high school as well. That’s quite convenient.” The strategist remarked, watching as Prompto nodded from the backseat.

“Yup. It’s nice, I guess. A left here.” Prompto instructed, pointing with his hand as another street light pulled them to a stop.

They fell into a slightly tense silence, and mainly it was because Ignis was so focused on where he was going and to remember exactly the way to get there, but he also noticed the way Prompto fidgeted in his seat, his hands rubbing on his lap as he looked around the car.

Hmm…

“Noct seems fond of you, Prompto. I’m glad that he’s made a friend such as yourself.”

Ignis watched in light amusement as he noticed a clear blush bloom across Prompto’s face as he said the words, but he returned his eyes to the road a moment later as he waited for a response.

“Heh, I didn’t really give him a choice. I’m just surprised that he hasn’t gotten sick of me yet.” Prompto chuckled, though Ignis furrowed his brow for a brief moment as he detected an underlying tone of honesty.

“Noct doesn’t tolerate a lot of people. Seeing as he’s chosen you as a friend says a lot.” There was blatant truth to the statement.

Prompto laughed uneasily as he reached up a hand to scratch his neck. “Uh...yeah...I’m really glad he’s my friend too…”

Ignis looked in the rearview mirror for a moment to catch the soft smile that dawned on Prompto’s lips, and for a moment he was caught in the genuine happiness of the expression.

Hmmmmm…

“Here?” Ignis inquired as they again pulled into another street.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry. A right here and then it’s the fourth house down on your left.” The young blond sat forward on his seat as Ignis followed his instructions but sat back again when the car slowed next to the home that Prompto had described.

“Thanks so much again for this. You really helped me out a lot tonight.” Prompto said honestly, reaching for his things after he unbuckled the strap.

“It was my pleasure, Prompto.” Ignis responded genuinely, watching as he opened the door and stepped outside. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you more this coming week, yes?” Ignis rolled down the window of the driver’s seat as Prompto shut the car door behind him.

“Yeah - Noct said he wants to keep studying. So I guess I’ll be intruding more.” Prompto’s eyes lit up in shy smile as he adjusted the pack on his back.

“Then I will see you later. Best of luck on your exams.”

“Thanks! You too! - er.” The boy froze in his tracks and waved his hands as he caught his mistake. “- wait - not you too. You don’t have exams - unless you do! Then - uh, yeah you too!”

Ignis shocked them both when he let out a quiet series of chuckles at the exchange, a bunched hand coming up to his lips as he cleared his throat. His bright eyes found Prompto’s again as he nodded calmly. “Goodnight, Prompto.” He smiled, watching as Prompto nervously rubbed his arm. “Off you go now. You have a full day tomorrow.”  Ignis prompted, gesturing with his head towards his home.

“Ah - right. Thanks again, Ignis!”

Ignis watched as blond strands bounced in the dim streetlight as he jogged up to the driveway.

And in that moment - any preconceived notion of this boy unraveled before him - and Ignis felt a swell of an odd emotion stir in his chest.

He was a good kid; honest and kind. Perhaps a bit eccentric, but his positive energy was infectious.

He needed to be protected.

And that was why he waited, the car humming, until he saw Prompto walk all the way to his house and shut the door before Ignis even thought to drive away.

~

The week was dragging on as if it were years.

High school exams were the worst, and though Prompto had had many people tell him that he should have been expecting it to be like that - he just hated it. He knew for certain that he probably would have been doing very poorly in all of his classes had it not been for Noct. Noct was always there to help explain things - but Prompto was always hesitant because he didn’t want to keep bugging him - so he withheld as much as he could. They took many similar classes, so they studied together quite often.

But Prompto had been bouncing off the walls in excitement when Noct mentioned that they should study back at his place.

He couldn’t believe he had been invited over to a friend’s place - even if it was just to study. It was very exciting - it was the first time it had happened.

Though he knew now, as he looked up at the ceiling as he pondered his science exam, that it was truly thanks to Ignis that he was even passing his exams with decent grades.

He couldn’t believe someone like that existed. He was like - a butler or something - no...not really a butler...something else. He was awesome though, and Prompto had immediately liked him. He was kind of intimidating at first, but it was through the days that he spent at Noct’s place that week that he had just come to know that it was just his character - and that Ignis - even though he was only 16 - was very professional.

He was super smart though, and the way he explained things to Prompto made it easy to understand - and somehow Ignis just knew when he didn’t get something. Prompto had even told him a couple times that he did understand something when he didn’t, and Ignis had managed to find subtle ways to teach him about it even though he hadn’t asked. He never grew tired of his questions, and if there was any moment that Prompto thought he had being overwhelming, Ignis had always reassured him at the proper time that he wasn’t.

He liked Ignis. A lot.

He was super kind, and Prompto was always happy when he was around.

He smirked as he thought about it, but turned his attention back to the exam sheet before him.

Gods, he hated science.

Once the exam ended and the bell rung for the lunch hour, Prompto packed his things, a bit more encouraged by the fact that he had known the majority of the exam, and made his way over to Noct’s desk.

“Howdja’ do?” Prompto asked as he waited for the prince to gather his things.

“Fine, I think. It wasn’t too bad. You?” Noct responded tiredly his blue eyes flashing up to Prompto as he finished zipping his pack.

“Good! I think I knew more than half of it.” The blond chuckled, his chipper voice lighting up his face.

Noct smiled at him and shrugged on the backpack. “That’s something, I suppose. Come on.” The prince encouraged, both of them turning to walk out of the small classroom door.

They made small chit chat as they walked up to the stairs, each of them looking carefully on either side of them as they snuck up to the top and opened the door to the roof of the school. The breezy wind felt nice against their flushed faces, and they took their seats up against the small stone pillar that was situated just a few feet away.

“Oh - and that last one - with the impulse and reflex transition segment - I could not figure that out. Was it 15.3 or 17.3?” Noct asked as he bit through the skewer of meat from his lunch box, his blue eyes turning in question to the blond next to him.

“Oh - hehe, that was actually 18.9. You need to subtract the first segment from the fourth before you multiply them together. That was an extra step to get the impulse AND reflex.” Prompto could barely believe the words that were coming out of his mouth, and his thoughts flashed back to the previous night.

“Ah, this is where it gets tricky. Remember that they are asking for impulse as well as reflex. You can’t stop there, then. Do you recall how to obtain impulse? - very good. Now before you subtract you must multiply the two together - yes, just like that. Well done.”

Ignis’s voice filtered through Prompto’s time for the second time that day, and he looked up at Noct who had tossed his head back, a groan of frustration emitting from his lips as he clearly realized his mistake.

“Damn. You’re right. Ah, well. Whatever. Too late now.” The prince muttered, flicking dark strands out of his eyes as he looked down at his lunch.

Prompto grinned as he looked down at his own sandwich and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully as he realized just how much Ignis had helped him that week. He had never felt more confident taking exams as he did now. Things made so much more sense. He did just as Ignis told him and reworded the problems so that he could understand them - then applied his own techniques so that he could solve it.

“Ignis helped me with that one. I didn’t get it either. Don’t feel bad. He’s good at explaining those things, so you should ask next time.” Prompto comforted, a small tease on his lips as he swallowed down the bite of sandwich.

“Yeah, well - you’re always hogging him so I’ll never get a chance.”

Prompto almost spit out his food. “N-no I’m not! What - if you need him to help you just say something. I’m really hogging him? Am I bothering him? I-I don’t wanna bother him if -”

Noct’s loud laugh stopped Prompto in the middle of his spew of nonsensical words, and he blinked his eyes over at the prince once he finally settled down. “I was kidding Prompto, jeez. Ignis doesn’t mind helping you at all. I think it makes him feel better, actually.” Noct said, nudging his friend playfully as he reached for another skewer of meat.

Prompto blinked at him unsurely.

“I’m serious. He likes it. He always bugs me to ask him about things if I don’t get it. And he’s been tutoring me since I was a kid. Trust me. He wants to help.” Noct said as he clearly caught sight of Prompto’s unease, and the blond sat back, a bit more reassured.

He liked Ignis. And it was the first time that he felt okay with asking for help multiple times without the person or teacher getting annoyed with him. He was always patient and understanding. And more than that he was kind. He even drove him home that one time - and he made them food and drinks even when they didn’t ask for it. Prompto had always thought that that’s what a mom would be like - and it was interesting seeing how well Ignis fit the role.

“Oh - that reminds me - here.” Prompto’s eyes flashed over to Noct when the prince reached into his pack and pulled out a small package. He watched as Noct passed it over to him, and he grasped it hesitantly. “Ignis wanted me to give you these.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Prompto said, his voice edging on shocked as he set down his small lunch bag.

“Don’t thank me.” Noct chuckled as Prompto unwrapped the bag and peeked inside.

They were his favorite desserts.

A huge smile crawled up Prompto’s face as he looked to Noct and he shifted happily in his spot as he reached into the bag.

“What is it?” Noct asked as he looked over, his mouth full of food.

“Those dessert things you don’t like.” Prompto chuckled, grasping one to pull it out.

“I never said I don’t like them. They’re just not how I had them in Tenebrae,” Prompto smiled at Noct’s comment, but his brow furrowed when he noticed a small piece of paper stuck to the side of the bag. He reached forward to pull it out. “They’re still good. He just hasn’t gotten it right yet.”

Prompto wasn’t paying attention to what Noct was saying anymore, though. Instead, he felt a slight sting behind his eyes as he read the small note addressed to him.

Prompto -

Good luck on your exams today. Keep up the hard work, and I’m certain you’ll do well.

~ Ignis

The fancy scrawl swam in his teary vision for a moment as the young boy reread the writing. He bit his lower lip as he safely tucked away the note in his pocket.

“You better share those.” Noct spoke up from beside Prompto, and the boy was struck from his momentary slew of emotions, and he sniffed once before he adjusted himself.

“You okay?” Noct suddenly asked, looking over as Prompto rubbed his nose.

“Yeah - I just need to sneeze.” The blond quickly covered, shaking his head as he tried to stop the stupid happiness that flooded his chest from making him so emotional.

He...had never had anyone do anything like that for him before.

The fact that someone had thought of him while they made a favorite food of his was just...more than he could grasp. It was something that he had only imagined in his fantasies that his mom would do for him if she were around, and he always found himself jealous when he saw other kids with packed lunches from their parents - sometimes sharing small notes or gifts in them. He had never thought he’d be so lucky to be able to share in that same feeling.

He was... so happy.

He tilted his head back as he took a bite from the yummy dessert, and he looked up at the blue sky, a small smile tilting his lips as he relished in the sweet flavor of the treat.

And in that moment, Prompto thought that maybe...just maybe this was what it felt like to have a family.

~

Ignis let out a soft breath as he ran a hand over the school uniform on the ironing board. His hands worked swiftly to move the hot tool over the clothing and smooth out the wrinkles. He stretched out his neck as he looked up to the ceiling of Noct’s apartment.

The week was finally over.

In celebration of finishing their exams, Ignis had decided to make them a fine meal that evening, complete with the dessert and drinks of their choice - as Noct had, once again, invited Prompto over for the weekend. Though Ignis had not missed the small comment the boy had made about being invited over simply for his company - it clearly meant the world to him.

They had made the evening into a fun event - watching movies and playing video games for the majority of it. Ignis had overseen their fun and ensured that they’d had something to eat had come dinner time. The excitement had died down a bit later, however, as exhaustion had set in from their busy week. They had opted to play a mobile game on their phones, each laughing and attempting their own sabotage as they sat close together.

Earlier that night though, after dinner, Ignis had taken that opportunity to declare that they should likely get settled for the night - the message had come across wrong to Prompto, however as he had hastily begun to pack his things.

“Prompto, why don’t you spend the night?” Ignis had suggested as he watched the blond pause his motions. “Noct has no pressing matters early tomorrow, and it’s already late.” The strategist had looked over from where he was washing the dishes, raising an eyebrow at the blond as he waited for his response.

“Yeah! That’d be awesome! Can you?” Noct had asked eagerly, the smile on his face widening as he, too, watched for Prompto’s reaction.

Ignis was afraid Prompto was going to pass out for a moment. It seemed as though he’d forgotten how to breathe.

“U-uh - I - I mean I can. I just didn’t bring anything and -”

“Not to worry. I’m sure Noct has some spare clothes you can wear. And there’s an extra toothbrush in the powder room. If there’s anything else you require for the night, just let me know.”  

After a few stuttered “thanks” and “definitely’s”, Ignis had managed to get the boys to change into their evening wear, and taken it upon himself to wash their uniforms.

Which was was brought him to where he was now - ironing out their clothing while the two relaxed comfortably on the sofa.

Ding

Ignis looked down to his pocket when his phone rang, and he flipped up the iron on its stand as he reached to grab for it.

TEXT from: Gladio: You still coming tonight?

Ignis blinked down at the text.

TO: Gladio: I am. I just have a few things to finish up here for the evening.

He set aside the device and continued to make use of the iron.

Ding

Again, Ignis set aside the iron.

TEXT from: Gladio: Busy playing mom huh? hehe sounds good though. just make sure you bring over some of those pastries

Ignis shook his head as another involuntary smile came to his face.

TO: Gladio: I’m afraid they’re all gone. Though, if you wish, I can make them again at your place.

Truthfully, they weren’t gone. Ignis had just set aside the rest for Prompto to take home for the next day. He was far too aware of his love for them, and it brought a smile to his face knowing how happy Prompto would be to take some back with him for tomorrow.

The boy had practically fallen all over him after the meal they had eaten. Endless praise was heaped upon how delicious it had been, and that Prompto was shocked he wasn’t some kind of secret master chef. And even after the meal, though the two boy’s stomachs had been bulging, they had still opted to have dessert as Prompto said it was the only way to complete the “cycle of deliciousness”.

Ding

TEXT from: Gladio: damn. Yup. Send me a list of what you need and ill go get the stuff. Ive been craving those things for a while now. I know Iris wants them too

Ignis’s lips again lifted in a soft smile as he typed out a response, listing the ingredients he needed before he hit send.

He set aside the iron as he finished his work, shaking out Prompto’s uniform once to make sure he didn’t miss a spot. He neatly put together the clothing on a hanger and placed it just outside the restroom door, making sure that it was well prepared for the morning. He finished his work with Noctis’s clothing and folded it neatly aside, stepping into the prince’s room as he hung the clothes in his closet.

He swiped his hands together once as he exited the room, shutting the door gently behind him before he made his way back towards the ironing board and began to take it apart.

He was thankful it was the weekend. Any duties that he had coming were to be taken care of in the coming week, and it was rare that he got any time off. It had been an exhausting week - constantly running to and from the citadel to manage Noct’s studies and balance his own schedule, but Ignis knew that he wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

And besides - Prompto’s added company was a nice change.

Ignis walked into the living area, looking down at his phone to see Gladio’s response - but he paused as he looked towards the sofa.

His lips upturned in a gentle smile.

Noct and Prompto were sleeping soundly. Both their heads resting against one another as they leaned back on the sofa. Their phones were held in their limp hands that lay in their lap, and it looked as though they had barely even tried to keep themselves from succumbing to the exhaustion from the week.

With a fond sigh, Ignis pocketed his phone and made his way over to the sofa. Taking two pillows that he had set aside for the both of them that evening, he gently put them on either side of the boys. As gently and lightly as he could, he had leaned Noctis away from Prompto and lay him down on his side, the young prince mumbling in his sleep as he moved. Ignis smiled at the rather endearing image before he placed Noct's head on the pillow. He then reached behind him for the blanket he had stored neatly on the table - laying it gently across his body.

He repeated a similar motion with Prompto, who was still sleeping soundly in a sitting position up against the couch. Once he had laid the boy down, he smiled when the blue eyes fluttered open, but shut quickly as he snuggled into the pillow.

Puppy.

“Tsch…” Ignis muttered quietly to himself as he shook his head, reaching behind him for the blanket. He laid the material over Prompto’s shoulders, and Ignis couldn’t help the motion of brushing the blond strands that had fallen over the boy’s face, and another tender smile lifted his lips as he watched his slow breaths.

He stepped back to examine his work.

Both lay sleeping peacefully, their tired eyes finally closed and relaxed from their stressful week. Starting high school and having exams would surely take its toll - but it seemed as though these two would be okay.

The bond that they already shared was blooming and binding stronger day by day, and Ignis couldn’t help but think how grateful he was that Noct had found someone has pure-hearted as Prompto. It was clear that they were destined to be friends like this from the beginning. Harship would surely come their way - but as long as they had each other - with Ignis watching over them, he would give his all to make sure they were kept from harm.

They were his to oversee. His duty. His to care for...

His to protect.

Chapter Text

The ground felt hard and solid beneath Ignis’s knees as he was forced to crash forward onto the marble tile. He felt the ache and fierce burn of pain tear through his chest as his head was yanked back by his hair, forced to face forward. His teeth gritted as stars danced in his eyes, and he refused to allow the darkness brimming along the edges of his vision to consume him. He blinked hard at his surroundings - and took quick note of his entrapped environment - as well as the armored figure ambling his way towards him.

“...this... you brought me this?” The raspy, stale voice was nothing but disdain, and Ignis could make out through his blurry vision the way a white beard trimmed the surroundings of his face and pale grey eyes that burned as they stared down at him as he approached. “My instructions were clear, Chancellor. Bring me the prince and the boy - dispose of the rest his retinue. I have no use for pawns.”

A shot of horror stabbed into his heart when Ignis immediately recognized him.

He quickly composed himself and focused on the most logical next step. His thoughts wandered quickly to his whereabouts - and he deduced from his surroundings that he must be somewhere in a fort on the outskirts of Lucis - likely halfway between Lucis and the Niflheim Empire. Verstael’s machines had been spotted recently in their kingdom - which lead Ignis to believe that he had been working very near the border. It was likely he was directly in the center of his research unit. He couldn’t be completely certain he wasn’t in the Empire itself - as he had not been conscious for the majority of his journey here, but Ignis deduced that the time he’d been unaware hadn’t been so long that they would have been able to make it to the Empire itself by the time he had woken.

“You underestimate his value, my Lord Verstael.” Ignis could hear Ardyn’s low speech from behind him, and his teeth clenched as he watched him walk forward, his slow steps as deliberate as his voice. He stopped just beside Ignis and cast him a sly smile as he lifted a hand towards him. “May I present to you, Ignis Scientia: First advisor to the would be future king, personal retainer, his closest confident, scribe to the council of Insomnia, trained in the arts of strategy and battle of martial, hand to hand, weaponry, spell casting and so much more. His intelligence is none matched, and loyalty unwavering. Needless to say, his knowledge about the prince goes beyond that of your standard guard…” Ardyn flashed another smile that cast a shudder down Ignis’s spine, and he attempted to flinch away when the Chancellor reached out a hand to brush his cheek. “every favorite food, hobby, color, clothes….weakness, strength, loves, wants, needs, and desires of the prince are locked away safely inside this mind.” He pulled back his hand and looked directly at the red robed man, who was now donning a small smirk as he observed his victim. “Perhaps you would reconsider disposing of such a trove of...valuable information?”

Verstael looked on, his pale eyes piercing into Ignis as he contemplated the words. His head tilted back slightly, and he began to take slow deliberate steps forward, his hands clasped behind his back as he approached. His long cape drifted in waves behind him, and his boots made soft clicks on the ground as he dauntingly stepped nearer to the strategist.

Ignis’s gaze did not waver as he stared dead into eyes of the researcher, he steeled his resolve and set his jaw as soon as the man stopped only a small distance away. The room was silent as the two observed one another, until Verstael’s smirk broadened into a wider jeer as he released one of his hands from behind his back. Ignis turned his head away as far as he could before the gloved hand came up to grasp his chin. The moment the man touched him the grip in his hair released. He could feel the clutch dig into his jaw as he was forced to look upwards directly at his captor. He barely allowed for a shift in his expression as the most he offered the man was a confident glare. His head throbbed with pain, and his chest was burning, but even a momentary slip could reveal weakness.  

Verstael quirked an eyebrow.

“Charming lad, I’m sure.” He scoffed, turning Ignis’s face slightly as he examined him.

Ignis was far too aware of these tactics. His education upon the very subject danced its way across his mind. His best strategy would be to keep silent - silent and unmoving. So he kept his green eyes locked on the man before him, not allowing even an inch of give to his intimidation game. The strain of keeping his head raised was sending shards of pain cutting into his chest, and he could feel the scabs that had formed over his wound crack. Warm blood trickled down his chest and through his shirt, and he gritted his teeth against the pain.

“If the claims made of you are true, child, I may have use of you yet.” Verstael leaned closer, his smile slowly dying on his lips as he stared into deep into his eyes. Ignis hardly flinched and he kept his gaze locked solidly on the man before him, even as he neared.“But this silent resolve of yours is rather unbecoming. You would do well to show a little fear…”  His voice was but a growl.

Ignis couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips.

This man’s entire persona unraveled before him, the simple words telling him everything he needed to know of his shallow and egotistical character. He was used to having his victims cower at his feet, and seeing such confidence was shaking his own. It was his weakness. And, though likely inappropriate, it amused Ignis - greatly.

What a pathetic show of character.

The slip of his lips was his own undoing however.

Ignis’s sharp yell rang across the hall as Verstael’s armored hand backhanded his face. The movement throwing the strategist to the side, and he crashed to the ground as his bound hands left him unable to catch himself..

Agony tore across his chest as his wound flared, and the blur around the edges of his vision was sucking away his ability to process his surroundings. He could feel blood trickle down his cheek from where the armor had slashed into the skin, and his face twisted into a sharp grimace as another wave of agony rippled through his thorax. His vision clouded dangerously, and his breath came in short gasps as he found the small action of breathing difficult. Any movement was sharp as knives in his body.

He thought he heard voices, but he could barely make them out as he waned in and out of reality. His hazy vision allowed him to make out a pair of white armored boots near his face, and a familiar white robed figure stepped nearer to him before the man took a knee next to him. He felt rough hands hastily undo his shirt, but his senses became clogged when the man took a moment to look directly at him. Piercing silver eyes became the only noticeable image as the pull of unconsciousness beckoned, but he gritted his teeth against it, and another sharp yell of pain tore from his lungs when the man grazed a hand over the bloody mess on his chest.

Ravus.

The high-commander spared Ignis a last glance before he stood to his feet. The strategist’s strength waned, and without so much as the will to look in the direction Ravus was going, the last motion he felt was the guards behind him roughly attempt to sit him upright - and his vision blackened in response.

~

Ravus knew this man. He’d met him before.

As Ardyn had stated, he was Noct’s retainer and confident, and his future advisor. Besides the data entry that they kept filed away for each of their targets, he’d heard about him a bit from Luna...from what he remembered, the prince would often send pictures and stories about his time in Insomnia, and time and time again Ignis had shown up in them. A brilliant man with skills unmatched. His pride in his duty was evident in his face and demeanor.

He remembered still the show of protectiveness as Ravus had confronted the four for the first time. Ignis had taken a protective stance directly in front and beside his prince, and his posture showed his readiness to engage should to need call for it. Ravus remembered the piercing eyes that drilled into him, and even the calm and collectiveness of his pace even as Ravus had threatened the prince and his Shield. This man would not be so easily moved.

It was admirable even as he stared up into the face of what could very well be his death. His piercing gaze was unwavering, even as Verstael neared him ever still. Even bound and wounded, one could learn from the way he held himself. Confident and unmoving. He was the epitome of strength. His chiseled face and sharpened glare gave him the appearance of an experienced warrior.

He watched in anticipation as Verstael leaned forward, likely to try and intimidate him. But Ravus couldn’t help the flush of impressed surprise fill him when Ignis merely lifted his lips in a mocking smirk.

Ravus held back a frown as the sharp cry of pain tore from the retainer’s lungs, but he kept his expression steeled with his hands behind his back as he watched him crash to the ground from the force of the hit.

It was only when Verstael swished his cape behind him and made for the exit did Ravus think to move.

“See to it that he’s put away. Do what you will with him, Ardyn - but do not fail me again.” Verstael whipped his head around as he turned to address the burgundy-haired man that stood calmly to the side, a small smile dancing on his lips as he listened to the researcher. “Find me the prince and the boy.” As Verstael spoke, Ravus made it a point to near Ignis, the two guards on either side of him standing still as they awaited orders. He glanced at them once before he paused before the captured brunet.

He took a moment to assess him, and he knelt beside him when he noticed the obvious stain of blood leaking into his shirt.

“I’ll see to it that I waste not a moment longer, my lord.” Ravus heard Ardyn respond, and he spared not a glance in his direction as he took a moment to assess Ignis’s pained expression.

He dared not let himself pity at the sight, but he couldn’t help the small flare of guilt that flashed within him when his eyes locked for a moment with the glassy green ones. Shaking it away, he reached for Ignis’s shirt and roughly undid the material, unbuttoning the clothing to gain better view of the wound.

He froze in dumb shock.

The ugly gash strewn across his chest was bleeding profusely, the dark center almost purple with blood. Tendrils of purple-red markings trailed out from the wound, while blood trickled from the cracked scabs.

He forced down the irritation that bubbled within him.

Had they not thought to tend to his injuries before they brought him forth?

He cringed when his hand but grazed the wound, and another sharp cry emitted from Ignis’s lips in response. He retracted the grasp, and looked towards the lips that panted for breath. A sheen of sweat covered his pale face, and his teeth clenched tightly as his face screwed up in pain. The agony of the wound likely left him little ability to breathe. A strange sense fell over the high-commander at the sight, and he willed away a small stir of concern as he watched the green eyes desperately attempt to stay open.

He swished his silver hair out of his eyes as he turned towards Verstael’s retreating form, and he spared Ignis a last glance before he stood to his feet. “He requires medical attention, my lord. May I suggest we see to his injury first before you begin interrogation. He won’t last much longer.”

Verstael paused his steps, and he turned to narrow his eyes at the high-commander before he turned his attention to Ardyn. He nodded. “See to it that he lives. Then make quick use of him. I’ve grown impatient in waiting for results.” The red caped swished again, and the doors to the exit opened on either side as two magitek troopers robotically pulled open the large chamber doors.

Ravus let out a small breath as he watched the doors shut behind him, keeping his jaw set as he turned back to the fallen man. His mouth unhinged as he noticed one of the guards roughly pull Ignis to a sitting position.

“Stop!” Ravus’s jutted a hand forward in command to the guard, his brow furrowing at the idiocy of the motion. His teeth clenched as he neared the guard who held the slumped figure, blatant fear masking his face as the general approached him. “Are you insolent or deaf? Instructions were to keep him alive .” The warrior said through a growl, leaning down beside Ignis. “Treat him as such and you’ll kill him.” He snarled, looking down at the pale face that now hung forward. Ravus reached out a hand to lift his chin, and bit back a curse when realized he must have lost consciousness shortly after his wound was reopened.

“He may be instrumental in the prince’s capture,” Ravus gently adjusted the limp body so that he could more easily maneuver his grasp. “See to it that his cell is well prepared with the necessary curatives.” As gently as he could, Ravus placed one arm beneath Ignis’s knees and the other braced his back, and with a soft hoist, he lifted him into his arms. He made sure to steady him there, but his eyes briefly flashed down as the strategist's face twisted into a grimace. His silver eyes shot directly towards the two guards, standing in unsure anticipation as they waited for their commands. “ Now. ”

Ravus watched as they scurried off, and he shot a glare in Ardyn’s direction as the man walked up beside him. “Such vested interest, dear Ravus.” The chancellor said from beside him, casting his amber eyes up to Ravus as they walked forward.

Ravus kept his eyes trained ahead, but he scowled in return. “My interests lie in the prince’s capture, as should yours.” Their shoes clicked on the tile as they walked. Silence filled the space between them, but it was disrupted when Ignis let out a quiet whimper of pain. Ravus’s eyes flashed down only briefly, his attempt at showing nonchalance tested. Not a second later he cast his eyes to Ardyn to distract himself from the sight. “It is surprising that you only managed to obtain the prince’s keeper, Chancellor. I didn’t expect such careless work from you.”

Ardyn chuckled lowly from beside him, and he couldn’t help the cringe of annoyance that filtered through him as the man reached out a hand to touch Ignis’s hair. “It will take but only a small bit more time, Ravus. He is all I need.”

The silver-haired man bit down the urge to turn Ignis away from his touch, but he resumed his pace through the narrow hallways of the fort.

A small bit more time was time too much.

~

Gladio sat on the edge of his chair.

His elbows were propped up on his thighs as he leaned forward, his chin braced by his folded hands. Golden eyes blinked into the dying flames of the fire, and the stars above became more visible as the light dimmed.

He kept repeating the plan in his head over and over, but every time he thought he’d found a way to make it more solid, another loophole interrupted the thoughts. He scrapped countless ideas, each time it making him more flustered. He could see the papers strewn out on the ground, some crumpled up and others lying on the ground for observation. He couldn’t even count the hours that the team had worked to forge some kind of plan - and it was still dangerously unstable.

His eyes shut as his his face fell into the palms of his hands.

His entire resolve had been torn into pieces.

It was the first time he had seriously considered foregoing everything he had promised. To put his feelings for another before his duty as Shield. He was being selfish - but his heart screamed in agony for the worry of his beloved.

“I can’t ask you to do this, Noct.” Gladio’s voice was sharp as they leaned over the table, blueprints scattered before them. “It’s - a risk that’s too great. Our chances are next to none, here.”

“Great. Anything else?” Noct’s words were bitter and unforgiving, and it made Gladio’s lip curl in a snarl.

“Do you realize what would happen to Lucis if you fell? It wouldn’t just be Ignis - it’d be the entire damn kingdom, Noct.”

“I’m not giving up on Ignis. That’s not even an option. You won’t stand a small chance without me, at least with me there we’ve got a fighting chance.”

“Noctis...listen to Gladio.” Cor’s voice drew Gladio’s eyes over to where the Marshall stood against the barrier inside the ship. His eyes were steady and understanding as he stared at the prince. “You have a duty to protect your people. Ignis was well aware of the risks involved when he joined you. His sacrifice will not be in vain.”

Gladio’s heart thudded in his chest.

...sacrifice...

“A king’s duty is to protect his people. If I sit back and let someone else take this fight, especially when I stand a better chance up against our odds, what use do I have? A spineless leader isn’t a leader at all. My job is to set an example for my people.” The prince looked around the small group, his eyes alight with determination. “And if the example I’m setting is sitting here while someone else fights my battles for me, for someone that is important to me, then I might as well not lead at all.” The prince’s blue eyes fell to the ground, and he shifted his feet before he looked up at the two men.

“One cannot lead by standing still.”

The words rang loudly in Gladio’s head, and he forced down the rising panic in his chest.

Through all their attempted reasoning, Noctis had blatantly refused to sit on the sidelines. Gladio understood it, but the other part of him, the part that was his Shield, was begging him to stop the prince somehow.

His head lifted as he looked into the distance.

Aranea’s ship was landed a small distance away, and Gladio could actually make out the shimmer of her lance as she sat on the edge of the opened door.

Cor’s tent was situated on the opposite end of their own tent, and Monica’s a short ways to the side of it.

He had been grateful that he’d manage to gather the help. It was but a small chance that they would be willing to aid them, but Ignis’s capture put them all in danger. Gladio knew for certain that Ignis would never spare a word...no matter what they put him through, but Cor had been very avid in his speech that the Empire had other means of making use of his knowledge.

Another wave of panic swelled in Gladio’s chest, and a hand slid up through his hair as he tried to calm the frenzied beating of his heart.

Ignis…

“Gladio, how many times must I tell you to keep your hands out of the pot.”

The warrior was surprised as he whirled around and noticed that Ignis hadn’t even turned from where he stood.

“Damn, I thought I was bein’ sneaky.” Gladio admitted as he sauntered up the man that was standing before the small table, chopping various vegetables. He walked up behind him and leaned purposefully over his shoulder. “Whatcha makin’?”

“Dry-aged tender roast stew.” Ignis answered plainly, continuing to keep his focus on the vegetables even as Gladio pressed his body against him.

“Mmm, we haven’t had that one before.” The shield mused, watching as the gloved hands set down the knife to begin transferring the chopped veggies into a bowl.

“Indeed. Though I’m certain it will be to your tastes.”

Gladio laughed at the blatant show of confidence, and he moved his hands to wrap around the strategist’s waist as he leaned forward slightly to plant a small kiss on the side of his face.

“Mmm, yeah. There’s somethin’ else that’s to my tastes too, though…” Gladio took a moment to blow hot breath next to Ignis’s ear, and he relished in the way he felt a slight shudder run through the man’s body. The response was enough to elicit him to gently nibble on the soft skin of Ignis’s ear, and he couldn’t help the smile that lifted his lips as he noticed the goosebumps rise along his cheek and neck. “And hate to say it, Iggy. They’re lookin’ a bit more appetizing than that stew…”

Ignis turned his head only slightly in his direction, and though he didn’t release his grasp, the green-eyed man managed to turn himself all the way around in Gladio’s arms - the bowl of veggies wedged in between their close bodies.

Gladio glanced down at the bowl and pursed his lips.

“I take that as great offense, Gladiolus Amicitia.” Ignis said sternly, though Gladio sensed the light tease in his tone as Ignis stared up at him with deadpan eyes. “I’ve worked hours on this stew - perhaps you should be a bit more considerate of that and see to it that you enjoy every bit of it.” The warrior’s eyes widened as Ignis shoved a carrot between his teeth, then promptly moved forward and out of his grasp.

Gladio stood there for a moment until a smile broke across his face as he crunched down on the small carrot, chewing the vegetable with a sly smile on his lips as he turned to watch Ignis carefully pour the rest of the veggies into the stew.

There were no words to describe the endearment he felt for this man.

“Hey, Gladio.”

Prompto’s voice stirred Gladio from the flashback, and he shook his head slightly as he lifted the palm of his hand up to his eye, wiping away the tear that had silently fallen.

“Hey.” He greeted, only turning to look at Prompto once he was certain that any expressive emotion on his face was hidden. The young man was standing off to the side, his hands together as he fidgeted with his fingers.

“Are you alright?” Prompto’s voice was unusually soft, and Gladio was struck by the gentleness in his face as he tilted his head to the side in question.

Gladio stared at him for a moment, pondering the best way to answer the question. “Yeah…” He finally muttered, turning his head back towards the fire pit.

It was an obvious lie.

Prompto’s face fell as he looked to the ground. But he took in a breath and walked forward, standing beside a chair as he looked towards the warrior. “Can I sit?”

Gladio didn’t look up, but he nodded distantly, and Prompto took a seat.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Oddly enough, even the small presence of Prompto by his side was easing Gladio’s frenzy. Prompto’s calm demeanor and patient aura was a welcome change to the tense atmosphere the warrior had been sitting in before, and Gladio felt a sense of relief slowly seep into his bottled stress.

It had been like that lately.

There was something different about Prompto. There was no way to tell what exactly it was, but something had changed in him recently. He was more...calm. It wasn’t as though he’d changed his ways, but there was an air about him that was noticeably different. His eyes glinted with a certain light that Gladio hadn’t seen before - there were secrets hidden behind the blue irises that gave him an almost mystic air.

It all came and went, though.

One minute, every word out of his mouth seemed as though it had been carefully calculated and thought through, then the next he would be back to his rambling self. In the midst of a conversation, his eyes would suddenly become distant, as if his thoughts had traveled to a million miles away - and what he was seeing was something beyond the comprehension of their small group. Then, in the same instant, he would snap back. His usual self again.

Then there were times, like in that moment, that he would merely stand in one’s presence - and it was enough to ease worry and calm their hearts. No words were necessary, like a spell, his gentle eyes would lock with theirs, and a strange sense of peace would ease them slowly from their worry.

Though it was never consistent. It all came and went. And though no one had thought to bring it up yet - it was very obviously there.

Like at this very moment.

“It doesn’t matter that you’re his Shield, Gladio.”

Gladio was stirred from his thoughts, and he turned slightly to view Prompto’s side profile as the young man stared into the night sky. “It would have happened the same way. Ignis was always going to take the hit for him. You being there wouldn’t have changed that.”

And then there were the times that Prompto read their minds.

Gladio blinked at him, his lips pressing together as his younger comrade spelled out his exact thoughts at the moment. He couldn’t place why; but he believed him. He had been questioning the situation since the moment they’d realize Ignis had been taken - but it was only through those words did Gladio realize that he was right.

He was right - and the warrior couldn’t fathom why he so readily believed him.

“Hm…” The small hum was all the Shield offered in response as he turned back to the fire pit - but again his heart clenched in worry as he fought back the rising panic. Silence again filled the space between them as Gladio wrestled with his anxiety.

The past didn’t matter now. What mattered was getting him back...and they were still short on ideas, and their plan was only halfway calculated. It was a mess...but they didn’t have any more time to spare. Ignis was likely injured and vulnerable - and knowing the tactics of the Empire, they wouldn’t rest until they had torn apart his mind to gain the information they sought...they were desperately running out of time.

“It’s not too late. We’ll find him. And we’ll bring him back. Safely.” Prompto said after a long pause, his blue eyes lowering down to where he could steadily gaze at his companion.

Again, Prompto’s words finished the question in Gladio’s mind, and he turned to offer the blond a small nod as he folded his hands together, his elbows propping his posture on his thighs as he leaned forward.

“...I know.” Gladio breathed out deeply, shutting his eyes as he tried to summon the will to believe those words.

He noticed Prompto stand to his feet, and he felt a strange sense of ease blanket him when the young man squeezed his shoulder. “Ignis is smart and strong. You know that better than anyone, Gladio. Don’t give up yet.” Prompto offered him a tender smile, his hand lingering on his shoulder for a moment before he released. Prompto inclined his head slightly when Gladio nodded in return, then he calmly left the small area. Gladio shot him a curious look just before he disappeared back into the tent, and his thoughts wandered back to his words.

They could do this. They’d find him. They’d made it out of situations much worse. They could do this. Ignis could hold on until they found him.

With that resolve, Gladio breathed in deeply and stood to his feet. His determination returned, he followed Prompto’s example and returned to the tent for the evening.

~

Dark brown eyes watched from the sliver of the tent from a distant at the interaction between the two men.

Cor’s gaze bore into the small gesture Prompto offered Gladio as he squeezed his shoulder, and the Marshall felt his brows furrow as he noticed Gladio visibly relax from the touch.

The older man blinked as he shook his head, leaning back in his tent as he stared distantly at the floor.

No.

It couldn’t be happening. Not now. Every logical piece had pointed to the fact that it shouldn’t have happened at all. They’d taken every precaution to ensure that the blood within him was never wakened. It was impossible.  

There could never be more than one...but...that seemed to not hold true.

Because right before his very eyes, Prompto, his adopted son, was absorbing the powers of the Astrals.

As the second Oracle of Eos.

~

“The son of Astrals - such a being unfit for the duties given. Marked by man...”

The thundering voice shook the very core of Prompto’s soul as his consciousness drifted among the darkened colors of blue and black. Blinding lights shone before him - the form of a beast to vast to comprehend towered above him. Colors of brilliant flurries flashed before his eyes as the beast spoke again.

“To call forth this one breaks the pact of the Six.”

“To bring forth Luminous is to serve the Chosen King.”

A lighter voice, familiar in grace, filtered through the lights that danced before his eyes and he felt the urge to turn towards where it came from, but his body would not obey his commands.

“Born out of the context of fate - his life was meant to serve the Starscourge. Let us turn that against the Fallen and release the gift that lays dormant in his being.”

A hand brushed against his face, cold and gentle. It trailed down his cheek to lift his face, and his eyes locked with cool violet irises - but it vanished before him when his body was suddenly yanked down into the abyss.

Breathlessness overtook him and he gasped for air as a loud laugh shuttered through the flashing blackness that tore him further down.

“My creation...you will serve only me. If you believe your life amounts to anything more than that…” The laugh continued on, it was deafeningly loud, and it tore into his very being as he watched as the flashes of lights formulated into a face - the smile adorned upon the lips was wide in a commensive show of power.

An armored hand reached out to dig into his chest - Prompto felt the grip constrict around his being - ensnaring it with a fiery grasp. It wormed its way into his consciousness - his body was alight with the strings that pulled his body to their will. “You cannot resist the core of your nature. It is the way you were made. You were created to serve me.”

Just as the heat became unbearable - an icy touched cooled his fiery body - the hands sliding down his cheek to restore his mind from the grip of the flames. It leaked into his soul, the cool light settled in his chest...and it remained. “The gift is yours to use. It has been unleashed. Blessed with the blood of Astrals - guide the Chosen King.”

Again, the flames erupted as if in anger of being defied. “Mine.You belong to me.”

“Your freedom remains only as you allow.” The icy touch brought him back his will to fight.

“You cannot resist it.”

“Your King awaits you, child of the stars. Light the way for him.”

“Bring me the Prince of Chaos - I command it.”

“Oracle.”

“Slave.”

Blackness overtook him.

Silence...deafening silence filled the space. The dream should have ended...but it persisted.

Black. Dark. Gripping death.

Swirls of dark tendrils surrounded the blank space, and dark voices uttered commands and sharp words. Hands tore and snared at a battered body. Muffled screams reached out to the black void. Fingers clawed at the black ropes that ensnared the naked torso.

A hand...his own hand, reached out to the captured form that struggled to free itself from the death that slowly drained away its life.

He was drifting further away, even as the yells of pain resounded in the void above.

He tried to call out - to will himself back towards the man that called for help. He was powerless against the force that drew him back, and the last he could see of the trapped man were the green eyes that pleaded for freedom - helpless against the darkness that held him fast.

Ignis.

Prompto’s screams wouldn’t resound as he was torn away into the void below.

~

A strangled cry tore from Prompto’s lips as he shot up from the sleeping mat.

Reality came to him in short bursts as he sat still, panting heavily. He felt the hammering of his heart, the sweat that profusely dripped down his face. It was only after a few moments of absorbing the reality that he was awake did he even think to move.

His large eyes blinked in the dark of the night, only the small light of moon slipping through the tent provided any light. He sat forward. His breath came in harsh pants as he reached up a trembling hand to his forehead, a palm bracing his head as he tried to calm his racing heart.

It was that dream again.

He could only remember bits and pieces of it when he woke, though in the past they had always consisted of the same thing, this one had been different.

He’d seen Ignis.

He took in a shaky breath as he willed down his growing panic.

“...Prompto?”

The blond head turned to look to his side, and he could see the silhouette of Noct sitting up from his side of the tent. His tousled head tilted in concern as he looked at his companion. “...did you have a nightmare again?” His voice was husky as he spoke, and the prince took a moment to throw the sheets over his legs as he crawled toward the shaken blond.

“Yeah...just another dream.” Prompto responded breathlessly, subconsciously dropping his hand to his side as the other came over to clutch his wrist.

It was hot. The mark was burning again.

They sat in silence. Prompto took a moment to calm himself down as he took a deep breath.

They had been plaguing him for a while now. They always seemed to bring up the subject of something secret and hidden - something that he couldn’t understand. The words always escaped him when he tried to recall - and only a few images remained. The voice of fire grew stronger each time, and each time it reached out to consume him in flames, he felt himself give a bit more. But it was always the icy touch that brought him back...telling him he had to do...something. That he was given a gift.

But the most avid thing that ensnared his thoughts was Ignis. He’d seen him this time. He recalled that part of the dream very well. He was trapped. Beaten. Injured. Tortured…

Dying.

Whatever had him was slowly draining away his will to hold on...he wouldn’t last much longer.

Prompto shivered violently.

“Hey...come here.”

Prompto was stirred from his racing thoughts when Noct held out his arms. Prompto could see the gentle light reflecting in his blue eyes, and any will to resist the gesture melted away when the prince beckoned him forth.

The blond conceded, and he shakily shifted in his spot to make his way nearer to Noct, settling himself comfortably in his arms as they lay back down on the mat.

They lay in the silence that fell over them. Prompto could hear Noct’s steady heartbeat as he rested his head on his chest, and he closed his eyes as his aura blended with Noct’s...their presence mixing together as they lay in the protective company of each other.

“...I had one, too.”

Prompto’s violet-blue eyes opened when he heard Noct talk, and he shifted his head to try and catch the blue orbs that stared blankly up at the tent ceiling.

“...I think he’s dying, Prompto…” The words were little more than a hush of a whisper, but Prompto could feel the fear behind them.

Violet-blue eyes closed as he reached for the will to keep away the dread that threatened to spill over him.

Noctis had seen him, too…

With a small motion, Prompto reached up a hand to place it over Noct’s heart, and he closed his eyes. It wasn’t a conscious effort, but he knew at the moment that he could still his worry. Channeling the cool light that resided somewhere in him, his hand remained in place as he felt the rapid heart beat of the prince gradually slow.

He allowed the calming energy to slowly take hold, and eventually he heard the steady breaths of the prince beside him as he slipped into a gentle sleep.

“Light his way…”

He didn’t know what it meant. Why those dreams always called for him to do such, but even had they not, Prompto would nonetheless lend himself to Noctis in every possible way. It was natural now for him to incur the will to share the small light that lay inside him.

The gentle words replayed itself in Prompto’s head as he allowed the pull of sleep to take him, his hand glowing in golden light as he eased his prince’s restless dreams.

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Noct flopped back into his couch and tossed the empty wine bottle aside.

Gah. How boring.

Another weekend night with nothing to do - and no Prompto to share it with.

At least he’d found Ignis’s bottle of cooking wine.  

It wasn’t as though Noct minded that Prompto had a job to keep up with, but he missed him on these kinds of nights. There was just little enough keeping him busy that he missed his partner’s company, and it had been a while since they were truly able to hang out by themselves. School kept them busy enough - and now with this new part-time job of Prompto’s they had barely had two seconds together.

The prince sighed and leaned back in his chair.

He didn’t even know what Prompto did for his job. He hadn’t been secretive about it, but Noct had hardly found time to ask about it as Prompto had always beeing “running late” and sprinted off. And it was at a point now that it would be odd to ask about it because he’d had it for so long.

He grumbled to himself as he sloppily reached for his phone.

Noct decided he was hungry.

He browsed the nearby pizzaries and lazily hit the call button on a random location. He pressed the phone up against his ear as he slunk down further into the cushy sofa.

“Somnus Pizzeria; this is Lelea how can I help you?”   The female’s voice on the other end was much too high pitched for Noct to be pleased with it, but he shifted in his spot as he answered.

“Yeah, hi, I’d like to place an order for delivery.” Noct grumbled, looking down up at his clock for the time.

It was pretty late. He hoped they’d still deliver.

“ Sure! What can I get you tonight?”

Yes.

Noct mumbled his choice of pizza and gave the lady his address, her voice shrilly confirming his order and address after it was placed.

“Is there anything else we can do for you tonight?” She asked lastly, a polite pause filling the silence.

Noct was about to reply with his usual “no” but he vaguely recalled a prank Prompto had played on the last person they’d ordered pizza from, and a small smirk came to Noct’s face as he decided he might as well have a little fun with it tonight.

“Yeah, send your cutest delivery person.” The prince smirked to himself as he said the words, the patted the end call button and tossed it to the side.

Heh.

He wasn’t sure why he found that to be so amusing, but it likely had something to do with the liquor in his system. He snuggled further into the cushion, but the apartment became all too quiet as he was once again left in the loneliness of the atmosphere.

He wanted to see Prompto.

He missed the way his nose crinkled up into a smile as he sat against Noct’s arm, he missed the way his gentle scent drifted over him whenever he shifted, he missed the way his hands would freely find their way around his torso...he missed his warmth and his body pressed to his...

“Uuugghh…” Noct whined, pressing his hands against his face.

Gods dammit.

~

Noct wasn’t sure when exactly he had drifted off into a doze, but he was made very well aware of it when the sound of a doorbell ringing in the background startled him awake. His blue eyes blinked in confusion as he was momentarily disoriented in his surroundings.

Oh yeah. He’d ordered pizza.

Another smirk came to his face as he also realized the request he’d sent to the pizzeria, and he brushed back his hair as he prepared to make his appearance to the delivery person at the door.

He remembered what Prompto had taught him - casual, flirty, and only one wink. It’d make their day.

He marched up to the door and took a breath, his posture melting into a casual lounge as he put on his best smoulder - and he opened the door.

“‘I’ve been waiting for  -”

“Someone order a pizza?”

Noct stood in the entryway of the door as he looked in dumb shock at the person before him.

Prompto stood leaning up against the wall, in a very similar fashion to how they usually did when they answered the door for their delivery person. But his face dawned a sly smirk, and his eyes glistened with a sexy lust that had Noct gulping down the urge to jump him. His uniform was slightly undone down the front, and his hat sat lazily on his tousled head. He held the box up in one hand while he let the other fall to his hip as he gave a seductive wink to the prince as he waited for a response.

Noct had been bamboozled.

“Prompto!?” Noct finally spluttered - and immediately the blond’s face fell away from his seductive smile and melted into laughter, his entire posture relaxing as he let the hilarity of the moment shake his body.

“Surprise!” He said happily, a delighted smile lighting up his features as he stepped through the door. “Said you wanted the cutest delivery person, so here I am!”

Noct watched wide eyed as the blond shamelessly entered his home, walking to the kitchen table to plop down the pizza.

The prince followed him into the kitchen, pecking Prompto on the cheek as he made his way towards the food. “They really must be short staffed, then.” Noct smiled as he heard the younger man let out a long “hheeeeeyyyy.”

“Looks good.” Noct smiled, turning to face the young man as he dug through his pocket for his wallet.

“Ah - hehe don’t worry about that! I actually paid for it.” Prompto waved, sitting himself down at the edge of the table on one of the chairs. He leaned forward a snatched a piece of the pizza and chomped down on the end, propping his feet up on the table as he leaned back.

“Wha - huh? Don’t you have to go back?” Noct asked as he looked between the thief of pizza and the cardboard box.

“Oh - I got off just as you ordered it. So I’m free for the night. Thought I’d stop by and deliver the pizza.” Prompto winked as he chewed the slice, adjusting himself in his spot as he swallowed down the bite.

Noct stared slack-jawed at the blond, but his expression morphed into a grin as he shook his head, walking forward so that he could lean down and place a tender kiss on Prompto’s hair as he made his way over to the pizza box. “You’re such a dork.” The prince said fondly, sitting himself down on the chair adjacent to his partner.

“Didn’t know this was where you worked.” Noct said through a bite of the food, shooting his eyes towards Prompto as he waited for a response.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Prompto’s brows furrowed in question as he looked at the prince. “I thought that was why you called there!”

“Nope.” Slim shoulders shrugged as Noct looked down at the pizza in his hand, picking off a piece of pepperoni.

“Wow. You really lucked out then.” Prompto laughed, standing to his feet as he made his way towards the fridge for a drink.

Noct smiled as he watched his companion search through his fridge, and he bit his lip as a rift of Prompto’s shirt lifted to reveal the toned back underneath. “Mmm...sure did.”

They shared in laughs and stories as they enjoyed the pizza late into the night - and Noct couldn’t help but feel the presence of the blond relax every part of him.

...but another part was distracted by the low cut of the opened shirt, the way his slim body moved as he shifted in his spot. His lips looked unusually appealing as they lifted in his smiles - and Noct decided right then and there that he wasn’t letting him leave.

So when Prompto actually did try and leave, it wasn’t a surprise when Noct had basically clung to him as he tried to make his way towards the exit.

“No way. You’re not leaving.” Noct grumbled from where he held the blond’s back fast against him, his strong arms wrapped around his torso to keep him in place.

“Dude, I work tomorrow. I gotta get some sleep.” Prompto chuckled as he tried to pry Noct’s arms off of him.

“Can’t you spend the night?” The prince pleaded, his chin coming up to rest on Prompto’s shoulder as he blinked up at him.

“I-I mean I could. But I didn’t bring any of my stuff…” The blond chuckled uneasily, twisting in Noct’s grasp as he turned to face him.

The prince immediately straightened up and kissed him on the lips. “What’s mine is yours.” He mumbled, pulling away just slightly so that he could press his forehead against the blond’s, watching as a bright smile crinkled Prompto’s nose at the words. “But you’re gonna need to change. You smell like pizza.”

Fond laughter filled the small space between them.

~

Prompto tapped his finger against his lips as he looked through Noct’s closet. He felt the cool air of the home against his bare chest, and he immediately got back to searching.

“Hmm..black, black, black and...black.” Prompto mumbled to himself as he raided the closet, his damp hair dripped on either side of him as he looked around.

It was easy enough to get him set up for the night. Ignis always made sure that there were extra toothbrushes, toothpaste, contact solution, and even his particular medicine for his stomach kept in sure stock for nights like these.

Though they had yet to store some of his own clothing here.

“Aha…” Prompto muttered to himself as he pulled out a large sweater. He examined the loose clothing before he pulled the material over his torso, relishing in the warmth it immediately brought to his chilly body.

Why Noct liked to keep it sub level cold was beyond him.

He narrowed his eyes as he looked through the rest of the small space, his head tilting as he searched for a pair of pants.

Hmm…

Prompto scratched his head as he exited Noct’s room, the sweater drifting over his boxers as he walked forward. It felt like he was wearing a blanket as he stepped out into the hallway of the apartment.

“Hey, Noct!” Prompto called as he entered the living room, he flipped up a sleeved hand to rub at his head as he looked for the prince, and he found him in the kitchen rummage around the fridge.

“Noct, where do you keep your pants?” The blond asked, but he was caught off guard the second Noct leaned away from the appliance.

His blue eyes widened as he looked on.

Prompto’s eyes flicked back and forth unsurely, looking behind him for a moment in uncertainty. “What?” He finally asked, the sleeves of the large sweater flapping out on either side of him as he lifted his hands in question.

The prince blinked at him for a moment, but Prompto found himself backing up slightly against the counter when Noct walked towards him, his arms reaching out to wrap themselves around the young man’s waist. “Yeah…” Blue eyes raked his form, and Prompto was caught off guard when Noct leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “This looks good on you.”

Prompto shivered slightly from the hot air, and he pressed his hands against Noct’s chest as he tried to push him away. “It doesn’t even fit.” The blond laughed uneasily, his body reacting to the growing contact as Noct breathed hot air across his neck.

“I know.” Soft lips pressed against Prompto’s jaw as they made their way from his ear to his mouth, and for a moment, Prompto was caught up in the feeling of the soft flesh pressing against his lips - but it quickly turned more possessive as Noct’s hands slid up to his neck to press their mouths together more firmly.

Prompto moaned into his mouth. Noct’s lips moving harshly against his own was intoxicating as it was aggressive. The sweet taste was addicting as the pliant lips pressed and twisted against his own. He pressed his body harder against his, his possessiveness over the feeling overtaking his ability to control his movements.

Noct’s receptiveness to Prompto’s growing aggressiveness was shown as the prince let out a small growl against the blond’s lips, and he shoved him hard up against a wall. The motion emitted a small gasp from Prompto when he hit the cold surface, and Noct took the vulnerability of Prompto’s mouth to slip is tongue inside, deepening the kiss with passionate effort. Hot breath panted against flushed skin as Noct moved his hands down from Prompto’s face, wandering freely down his torso to the base of his hips. Prompto’s hot breath panted against Noct’s lips as he relished in the feeling of allowing his hands to wander over the toned body. His entire being was his to hold. His back, his chest, his face - it was all his.

Prompto paused when Noct gasped suddenly, and the blond dawned a devious smile as he pressed against a particular point in the prince’s lower back, another moan emitting from the man’s lips as he did so. “You like it there…” Prompto’s low voice was almost sinful as he soaked in the hitched breaths his movements invited, delighting in the way he watched Noct weaken to the touch.

“Huh, you do too -” Noct’s voice hitched as Prompto pressed against the point again, and the prince’s lips twitched as he leaned closer, his jaw biting its way along his neck as he teased the soft flesh. Eventually the teeth found their way to Prompto’s lips, and Noct pulled on the blond’s lower lips just enough to draw a whine. “ Two can play at that game. ”

Prompto felt Noct’s hands run up from his hip to his chest, his rough hands trailing greedily along the skin as they finally found their way towards his nipple. Prompto shuddered violently at the immediate spike of pleasure that lanced through his body at the touch, and he moaned softly even as Noct let out a victorious chuckle.

“Noct…” Prompto’s breath hitched as the prince’s mouth moved to his curve of his throat, his lips trailing teasingly up the skin just beneath his ear. Prompto bit back a whine as he felt Noct pull the skin between his teeth, biting just enough so that it left a small mark on the pale flesh. “Noct...I have to work tomorrow…” The prince didn’t seem to hear him as he continued, his lips easing over the soft of his earlobe as he nipped at the tender skin while his hands roamed his chest.

Prompto’s breath caught at each bite, and he dug his hands into the back of his partner as he attempted to withhold the moans of pleasure from the contact.  

Noct suddenly pulled away, and Prompto felt a strange sense of intimidation as the commanding prince drilled his lustful gaze into his own. “No.” Noct moved in again, and Prompto felt the back of his head hit the wall next to the counter as Noct pressed up against him, his hot breath whispering in his ear. “Stay...” Warm lips again connected with Prompto’s, kissing him several times as his hands ruffled up the loose clothing.

“Noct…” Prompto said again as he slightly leaned away, knowing all too well where this was going. But his breath caught in his throat when the prince’s blue eyes met with his - the gaze was sad and lonely, and Prompto almost physically slapped himself for eliciting such a look.

“Please…?”

Noct’s small plea was all it took.

This time, it was Prompto who jumped forward and locked their mouths, and he could feel Noct smile against his lips as he returned it passionately. He felt Noct shove him upwards, his arms moving to physically lift him onto the countertop, the materials crashing backwards with a mixture of loud noises. His response was automatic as Prompto wrapped his legs round Noct’s waist, his slender arms encircling the other’s neck as he pressed his body more readily against him. Noct let out a small sound of pleasure at the motion, and he moved forward to thrust his tongue in between Prompto’s teeth, deepening the kiss in one motion. Prompto’s hands moved messily around Noct’ head, his hands drawing back the dark locks as their mouths entangled themselves over each other.

“Damn…” Noct breathed, and Prompto caught the slight glint of glazed eyes as they took a moment to fill their lungs.

It didn’t last long.

Noct rapidly moved his hands upwards, shoving the black sweater as he moved in. He pressed his mouth against the bare skin of Prompto’s torso, and the blond shivered violently when Noct’s tongue flicked teasingly at the tender nipple. His tongue trailed further down, exploring the flat of the firm skin all the way to the naval. Prompto’s eyes were glassy as his head fell back, the feeling of Noct’s tongue returning to suck at the hard nipple driving him mad with the heady spike of pleasure. He quickly realized he was becoming nothing but an unraveled mess before the prince, but his body wouldn’t let him argue as Noct continued to feel up the rest of his body.

It was when Noct’s hands came down lower on Prompto’s back, and pressed him a bit harder against his own hips did the both of them elicit a groan of pleasure.

“Bedroom.” Prompto said without thinking.

Prompto watched as Noct’s lips lifted in a devious smirk, and he finished gripping Prompto’s thighs as he hoisted the blond up into his arms, lifting him so that Prompto immediately tightened his grip on Noct’s body. It was barely a coherent image of tangled clothes and limbs as the two of them made their way into Noct’s room - hands tearing at each other’s clothing.

Noct managed to get the upper hand after he’d torn off his own clothes. He laced his hands through Prompto’s boxers, pulling off the material swiftly and tossing it to the side as he reached for the sweater next.

“Yeah...I was right.” Noct grinned as he tugged off the material - Prompto’s face peaking forward when the prince only took the clothing half way off so that Prompto’s arms were trapped in the sleeves above him. “You do look good in my clothes…” Noct muttered as he leaned forward against the naked body, his mouth coming down to bite hard at the soft flesh of the neck. “But you look better in my bed.” With that, he tore off the sweater and tossed it to the side.

Prompto’s breath hitched again as Noct’s body pressed against his. A warm and solid weight, and it pressed him deeply into the mattress. Prompto felt Noct familiarly adjust himself above him, his arms and legs evenly placing themselves apart even as he bore down upon him with his hips. Prompto felt his toes curl as the motion stirred his lower half. “Noct - Noct I can’t -”

Noct’s low sound of amusement filled Prompto’s ears as the sensation overtook his ability to think.

“You like that - I know.”

“Noct - please -” His plea broke off in a diluted moan as Noct fulfilled his wish as bore down again, more firmly as their motions became familiar.

“How’s that?”

“ T-there.”

Noct pressed down again, and Prompto moaned loudly at the contact. The next motion was automatic as Prompto pressed up against Noct as he bore down, and each of them groaned from the similar action. The contact was hot and unbecoming - it sent Prompto into a frenzy as he begged for more of the heat. His blunt nails dug into Noct’s back as he pressed his body against his. His breath caught, his body desperately screaming for more. Everything around him was filled with Noct. His lips, his body, his scent the salty taste of his skin pressing against his…

Prompto shuddered harshly. His body was weakening against his resolve, his thoughts only entangling around how badly he wanted everything Noct could offer - and he panted as he pushed against the prince. “ Noct.” Prompto pleaded, and the prince pulled back to gain a better view of his eyes.

He didn’t need to say anything more. Noct’s eyes were dark with lust, his blue eyes almost black in reflection of the tone. His teeth gritted as he pulled back, his hair a tangled mess as he straightened.

Prompto bit back his stifling need as he looked down at Noct, his cock hot and heavy between his legs. His throat swelled as he watched the prince reach to a table near his bedside, opening the drawer to pull out a bottle of lubricant, spilling the contents across his hands as he rubbed it between his fingers. “Come here.” Noct demanded, and Prompto obeyed without a word, and he gasped when Noct grabbed his cock, stroking the flesh in his hand before he snaked the other one between his legs, gently pressing against his entrance.

Another moan elicited from Prompto’s lips as Noct’s first finger entered, the oddity of the motion never ceasing to make him squirm slightly from the contact. Noct’s fingers gripped even tighter around his cock, his hand expertly twisting from bottom to top as he evened out the discomfort with pleasure.

Prompto panted with the feeling, and Noct leaned forward teasingly as he entered another finger, a sly smile dawning his lips as he looked down upon his prey. “You acting this way on purpose?” Noct muttered darkly. “Just like a virgin…” His mouth kissed Prompto harshly as the slow strokes drowned out the feeling of the third finger entering. Prompto’s vision glazed over with the pleasure of the feeling and he moaned into Noct’s mouth, their tongues colliding as Noct worked his hands. The hottness was overwhelming in his senses, and each movement was fading his ability to discern which part of him was glowing with heat. Noct was unusually impatient today, his body was alight with a desire...it rolled off of him in waves.

It was when Prompto whined with pleasure that Noct finally released his hold and withdrew his fingers, and the blond’s body shook with readiness as he waited impatiently for Noct to tear off the top of the condom, adding lubricant as he slid it on.

Noct leaned far forward and gripped Prompto’s wrists as he topped him, and his dark gaze bore down upon him as he huffed his desires. “So greedy today.” Noct commented as he waited, teasing Prompto with the time he spent riding above him.

“Please - Noct - I can’t hold on -” Prompto’s voice was cut off in a strangled moan as Noct pushed himself inside him, slowly at first. The feeling was odd at first, but the steady feeling of Noct pressing harsh bites and kisses against his neck was adding to the pleasure of it, and Prompto’s hips bucked in response to the intensity of the pressure.

His body lit up in in heat as Noct moved. “Damn, you’re tight…”

“ Faster…” Prompto’s breaths were hardly audible as he pleaded the words, but it didn’t take any more for Noct to obey the request. The heat spread throughout his body as Noct thrusted his body in rhythmic motions, each time getting deeper as he quickened the motion.

Prompto’s hands dug into Noct’s back as he let out a cry of pure pleasure as the prince’s rocked his hips heavily inside him. “There - Noct - right there - Ah!”  Noct’s arms reached down to shift Prompto’s body slightly as he thrusted again, the same spot hitting in deep succession.

Prompto could see Noct’s teeth clench as he felt the deep pleasure shudder through him, and he thrusted hard - immediately blurring Prompto’s vision as another intense spark of pleasure rocked his body from the contact. Nothing else existed in the world around them, their senses completely entrapped as they continued on in rhythmic systems of push and give.

“Prompto -” Noct bit back a low groan as he panted above him.

“I can’t - Noct, please -”

Noct immediately complied and reached for his cock, stroking it only a few times before Prompto came, his groan of pleasure a deep-throated sound as he collapsed limply on the bed, and in just a few more moments, Noct found his own release a loud groan elicting from his lips at the intensity of the feeling. He fell onto Prompto’s limp body, panting heavily in the delirious heights of their pleasure.

Heavy breaths filled the silence of the room. They lay quietly, simply absorbing the feeling of their hot bodies lying against each other. Prompto lifted one of his hands to lay on the head of the prince who had his face lying against Prompto’s upper chest. The blond closed his eyes, relishing in the sounds of Noct’s shaky breaths.

Finally, after what seemed a lifetime, Noct straightened up, his hand bracing themselves on either side of Prompto’s torso as he leaned up so he could pull away and remove the condom. Prompto watched as Noct entered the bathroom a short ways away, returning with a wet paper towel as he cleaned off his own torso.

“...you’re not going to work tomorrow, right? You're gonna call in?” Noct asked tentatively as he sat on the edge of the bed, using the towel to clean up Prompto’s belly.

Prompto scooted over once Noct was done, and he snuggled closely to the prince as they lay closely next to each other in the darkness of the night. “Maybe…”

Noct let out a sound of displeasure that brought a tiny smirk to Prompto’s face.

“No.” Was all the prince said, and Prompto couldn’t help but laugh at the slightly spoiled-brat-like response. His grin widened as he felt Noct sling an arm over his waist as he turned towards him, his hot breath breathing softly into Prompto’s hair. “I’ll royally decree that tomorrow is a mandatory day off for that pizzeria…”

Prompto laughed into Noct’s chest, and his arms wrapped firmly around the young man’s torso as he huddled next to him.

“Well, in that case…” He murmured, his heavy eyes beginning to close as the exhaustion from the day began to creep up on him.

“I love you, Prompto.”

Prompto wasn’t sure if he managed to respond, but he knew for certain that when sleep finally fell over him, a soft smile adorned his lips.

Chapter Text

“IGGY!”

Ignis stumbled back from the force of the blow that sliced through his arm. His face twisted up in a grimace as he clutched at the bloody gash that gushed down his arm from the blade. He panted as he kept his stance in front of Noct, and he could feel the drain of the battle continuously draw his strength as he held himself upright.

The battle was almost lost.

This Yojimbo was ridiculously powerful - and it was if it was predicting their very moves. The daemon circled around them, slowly, driving quickly towards the sound of Gladio’s shout, and Ignis resisted the urge to dash forward as the creature clashed blades with Gladio’s, but though the man was badly limping, he held his ground when the creature attacked.

Ignis had given up the majority of his strength healing his allies - as their potions were rendered useless where they were. Blessed with the healing powers of the Astrals - Ignis was able to loan his strength to his allies, but it was drawing on his ability to remain standing. He felt himself dangerously sway as he turned towards Noct, who was lying on the ground, his face twisted in pain from the attack that would have finished him off had Ignis not intervened.

Ignis could hear gunshots from the other side of the room where his companions were battling the Yojimbo - and he cringed when he heard Prompto shout in pain as the creature landed a hit.

They weren’t going to make it - not without Noct.

“Noct…” Ignis breathed, crashing to his knees as the prince tried his best to sit up straight. He realized the wound wasn’t too severe - but it was going to severely impede his ability to fight - and that was something that they couldn’t afford.

Noct let out hiss of pain as he sat up straighter, clutching his chest where the Yojimbo had struck. “I’m - I’m okay…” The prince grimaced, his blue eyes looking up to Ignis in concern. “I think we’re losing.” He observed though a hiss, his face twisting in a frown as he attempted to stand to his feet - which quickly brought him crashing down from the pain.

Ignis reached out as he braced the prince as he fell to his knees, and green-eyes flashed up to the other side of the cave where Gladio was still avidly defending both himself and Prompto from the Yojimbo’s increasing attacks.

They were out of options.

“Noct - had you the strength, do you have reserve enough to summon Armiger?” Ignis asked through panted breaths, shaking his head slightly as a dizzy spell almost sent him falling sideways.

“I can do it -” The prince said through clenched teeth, again attempting to rise to his feet. But Ignis held onto him, stopping him in his tracks.

There was no way he would be able to summon the holy weapons with such little strength...he needed more.

He knew what must be done.

“Good - then hold still.” Ignis commanded, ignoring the way Noct’s eyes widened as he suddenly realized what Ignis was about to do.

“No! - IGNIS!” -

Noct’s cry fell on deaf ears as Ignis pushed his hand hard into Noct’s chest - and he gritted his teeth the moment the blue light enveloped the prince in a warm glow.

Every bit of his own strength was poured into the prince’s body as he connected with his aura. The warmth in Ignis’s body drained away rapidly, and even as Noct attempted to stop him, he forced the rest of his energy into the effort to heal his injury.

Ignis stayed his hand even as the edges of his vision blackened, but it was only when he felt the last drop of energy fade from his body and into Noctis did his hand fall. His eyes closed, and he crashed to the ground when his life force had not the strength to keep him conscious a moment longer.

The flash of Armiger was the last thing he recalled before he slipped away.

~

Gladio’s eyes flashed over to where Noct’s cry rang loudly in the small cave, but he only had the will to keep another flurry of attacks from chopping himself and Prompto to pieces as they both ducked behind his shield as the creature launched at them. With an aggressive yell, Gladio shoved his shield forward at the same time the Yojimbo launched another attack, and it sent the creature screeching backwards as its attack was deflected and the force of the push sent it slamming into the cave wall behind it.

The warrior instinctively reached down to haul Prompto up by his feet as they were allowed a small pocket of time before it recovered, but his eyes flashed towards the direction a blue light glowed for just a moment.

He felt his heart drop as he watched as Ignis’s hand fell from Noct’s chest as he slumped sideways.

“ IGGY!!” Gladio’s cry resonated through the cave, but before he could think to move, the Yojimbo had shrieked its way back into battle, and the creature rushed at them with inhuman speed.

The distraction was enough to leave him completely vulnerable, and without thinking, Gladio raised an arm to shield both himself and Prompto from the blade -

It was a flash of blinding white light that saved them.

“ Oh, it’s on now.” Noct’s voice resonated throughout the cave. The circle of Armiger weapons were finally summoned at his side, and his eyes blazed with a fury that Gladio had only seen a few times before. Knowing exactly what was about to happen next, Gladio dragged Prompto away from the barrage of weapons that immediately came slicing, stabbing, and tearing into the enemy before them.

The two companions launched their way out of Noct’s attacks, but Gladio quickly dropped Prompto’s arm once they were out of harm's way and limp-ran towards his fallen partner.

He could hear the shrieks of the enemy being torn apart by Noct’s attack, but amber eyes glistened in worry as he came ever closer to Ignis’s fallen form.

Gladio crashed to his knees, and bit back a cry of agony at the pain that tore through his leg from the impact. He shoved away the torment, and his trembling hands immediately reached for Ignis’s shoulder as he turned him over. His body fell limply in direction of Gladio’s pull, and the warrior’s heart seized in panic as he observed the utter lack of color in his face.

“Iggy - Iggy, come on. Hey - no. Come on…” His voice was strained with panic, and he could see Prompto’s form out of the corner of his eye as he looked upon the fallen retainer. He grunted as he shifted himself forward, his arms lifting Ignis into his lap as he held him. He looped one arm underneath his back while the other frantically searched his carotid artery for a pulse. “No - no, no. Iggy -” There was barely anything - but he wasn’t sure if that was from his own frantic state of mind that it felt so low. His shaky hand reached up towards Ignis’s glasses, and he pulled them off his face, only to tuck one of the lenses directly beneath his nose.

His heart jumped when he noticed a slight fog accumulate.

He was breathing.

Gladio hadn’t realized that the shrieking of the creature had ceased until he noticed the light of the Armiger fade from the cave, and he sensed, rather than saw, Noct rapidly approach him.

“No - no.” The prince stuttered as he fell to his knees beside Gladio, and he reached out a hand to grasp Ignis’s arm as he panted from the fight. His pale blue eyes flashed up to Gladio in panic, and the warrior gritted his teeth as he looked on as the door that had previously trapped them slowly rose from their successful win.

“Is - is he…?” Noct couldn’t finish the sentence as he looked to Gladio, and he nearly melted in relief when Gladio shook his head.

“No. We gotta get him outta here.” He shifted Ignis in his arms, and he gently cupped his cheek as his resolve quickly fell to pieces.

“But - but what can we do? He’s - I’m not -”

Gladio wasn’t listening. He shifted his position so that he could more easily brace his arms underneath Ignis’s back and knees, and he bit back another cry of pain as he stood to his feet.

He wasn’t letting it end like this. Not even a chance.

His determination lead them out through the caves and into the sunlight - but his time was quickly fading. Though it was when they reached the outside of the cave that drew a shout of pure terror from Gladio’s lips.

For when he had checked to feel for his pulse again - there was none.

Ignis’s heart had stopped beating.

~

Soft light against closed eyelids was the gentle force that stirred the man from his dreamless sleep.

At first, it was difficult to even find the will to open them, as the small feat seemed to take tremendous strength, but when he did, Ignis immediately concluded that he was likely still dreaming.

He’d never seen such a lavish room before.

Soft light streaming through the windows beside the bed filtered in through the large room. Large, flowing curtains adorned the sills, and the breeze from the open window drifted warmly throughout the area. He had barely moved his head, but from what he could see in his immediate surroundings, it was a bedroom fit for a king - and it was terribly unfamiliar.

“ Holy shit - GUYS!”

The yell sounded far away in his ears, and the strength it took to merely turn his head in the direction it came from was almost beyond what Ignis was capable of summoning. His brows furrowed as his vision cleared with the passing time, and he was momentarily confused as he watched a flurry of motion move from the other side of the room.

“ Guys - GUYS HE’S AWAKE!”

The voice was becoming very familiar.

He found the strength to fully turn his head to the side, and when he did, he felt a warm swell in his chest as he watched the familiar blond hair bounce around a freckled face as the younger man trotted up to him.

Prompto.

“Iggy! - Iggy, hey!” Prompto’s voice shook from joy, and if his red face was any indication of the relief on his face, the tear that dripped from his cheek onto the silky sheets was certainly sign enough.

“I - you’re awake - gods - we thought -”

“IGNIS!” Prompto’s stuttering speech was cut off when another familiar voice interrupted him, and Noct’s form came barreling through the doors just a moment later. “I - Ignis.” He rushed to the bed, taking a knee as he placed himself beside the bed. The prince stammered as he leaned forward, a hand reaching out to clasp Ignis’s arm as he looked him over.

Ignis was a bit...befuddled. His mind was rapidly working to put the pieces together of what had happened - but he was only recalling blurry memories. Their frenzy was both confusing and alarming - what had happened?

Ignis looked between the two of them for a moment, and he blinked slowly as he tried to process his surroundings - so far it was very overwhelming. His mind was still waking up - and words were impossible to find.

“Is - is he okay?” Ignis heard Prompto ask, and Noct’s blue eyes flashed to his as his face slowly melted into concern.

“I don’t know...maybe he’s still in stasis…?” Noct suggested, and Ignis felt a squeeze on his arm as the prince’s worry evidently increased.

The strategist blinked slowly, and his eyes flashed to the door when he noticed another figure step through.

He felt an odd weightlessness in his chest as he looked upon him. His mind cleared a bit more as everything seemed to fade around him except for the amber eyes that locked steadily with his. Moments that seemed a lifetime passed as the two stared, but it was only when Gladio finally moved forward did reality set back into focus.

“‘Ey, guys, give him some air.” Gladio’s voice was barely more than a gush of words, and the man had all but pulled Prompto and Noct aside as he made his way to the bedside. The warrior gingerly sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fully trained on Ignis’s face. Dark brows furrowed in deep concern as Gladio reached out a hand to grab Ignis’s, and he placed the other over it to encase it in a warm grasp.

His warmth was the first sensation that Ignis actually registered since he’d woken. It brought a bit of life and reality back into his state of mind, and he swallowed once before he weakly attempted to speak.

“Gladio…” His voice was little more than a rasp of air, but for all the impact it had on the group he may have well screamed it. Gladio’s expression melted from its hardened state, and his head dropped slightly as relief overtook him. He saw Prompto’s lips curve up in a tremble as a new wave of tears spilled from his eyes. Noct leaned away as his head threw back, his eyes closed as he reached up a hand to cover his mouth in absolute alleviation.

“I...I can’t believe it…” Noct’s voice was just a small whisper.

Ignis’s eyes didn’t leave Gladio’s face as the man’s shoulder dropped in their tension, but he could see Noct pulling Prompto into a warm embrace as the blond’s shoulders shook from the sobs that wracked his body.

His heart stirred in small worry as he watched Noct turn Prompto away, and the prince nodded to Gladio before he spoke. “We’re going to go find Luna...we’ll be right back.”

Luna?

His ability to process the environment and spoken words was slowly, but surely returning. He could feel warmth begin to return to his body, and he finally felt as though he was capable of perhaps moving a limb.

Ignis’s watched as Gladio nodded solemnly, and it wasn’t a moment later that the door had shut gently behind the two - leaving he and Gladio alone in the peaceful silence.

“...how are you feeling?” Ignis blinked at Gladio’s shining eyes, and he willed a small smile to come to his face before he answered.

“A bit...tired…” The answer finally summoned a tiny smile from Gladio’s lips, and the warrior bowed his head as he squeezed Ignis’s hand.

They paused in a comfortable silence, each staring at each other as the small breeze from the window gently stirred the current of air around them.

“What…?” Ignis began after a moment, and Gladio’s face melted back into a frown as he looked away.

“You don’t remember, then. Luna said that’d prob’ly happen.” The warrior said distantly, shifting himself a bit closer to Ignis’s side. He sighed before he continued. “Your an idiot - is what happened.” The words made Ignis blink at him in surprise, but the man refused to to make eye contact before he proceeded. “You...and that stupid blessing - why’d you do that, Iggy?”

Ignis’s heart dropped slightly as he saw the amber eyes lock with his, they sparkled with concern and confusion.

What?

“I’m afraid I don’t…” Ignis trailed off as Gladio shook his head, looking away as a small bit of anger morphed into his expression.

“You didn’t have the strength left ta’ heal ‘im - but you did it anyway.” The warrior explained, his lips pressing together. “You took a hit for him - then gave the rest of your reserve ta Noct.”

Ignis blinked in surprise as a rush of memories came flooding back.

Yes. The cave. They were losing...badly...they only had one option - and that was to -

But - no. He shouldn’t be alive. He was prepared for that.

“You killed yourself, Ignis. You died in my arms.” Gladio’s hardened voice shook Ignis from his thoughts, and he could only stare openly at the warrior as he spoke.

“Evidently...not.” Ignis spoke lightly, but he almost cringed back when Gladio turned to bare his teeth at him.

“You did. You were dead, Ignis. I watched it happen.” His voice was bordering on angry, now. “Your heart stopped and you died. If Gentiana hadn’t shown up -” He paused and clenched his teeth together as he looked away.

Ignis’s eyes fell as he looked away. He was beginning to realize just how badly this had affected him. He could see in the way that his shoulders drooped and the dark circles under his eyes that he likely hadn’t been sleeping - but that only raised more questions.

“Gladio...what happened?” Ignis asked tentatively, and he watched as the brown eyes flashed to his, a bit uncertain at first, but he nodded.

Ignis’s entire body froze as he listened to the words.

Apparently, after he had passed, Gentiana had appeared before them. She had attempted what she could to see that Ignis wouldn’t pass entirely into the void, but it was only through Luna would they be able to see to it that he wasn’t drawn into the Beyond. After they had made it to Altissia, Luna had performed a ritual to keep Ignis soul within the reach of her healing abilities - and through a painstakingly long process, she had managed to draw him into a similar state of stasis that occurred to Noct whenever his life force was drained. Because he was blessed with the healing abilities from the Astrals, Luna was able to connect with his soul enough to bring him back just enough. There had been no guarantees that he would recover, however. It was a small chance that he’d find his way back to mortal life - and it would likely take much time -

Which is why Ignis’s mouth nearly dropped when Gladio told him that he’d been “asleep” for two weeks.

They sat in silence after Gladio finished, each contemplating the past events.

Ignis took in a breath, and he slipped his hand out of Gladio’s grasp as he attempted to brace his hands on either side of him to sit up slightly, but he winced as he realized that he barely had the strength to complete the action.

“Woah - easy…” Gladio’s eyes widened as he leaned forward, hands reaching out to brace Ignis’s shoulders as he gently helped him. “Here…” The warrior said softly, reaching for the pillows beside him so that he could place them behind Ignis to cushion him. His gentle hands help ease Ignis up so that he was tilted up slightly from where he had been, and the strategist nodded his thanks as he let his hands fall into his lap.

They, again, fell into silence. Gladio was sitting directly next to him now, one leg upturned on the bed while the other hung off the side. “It’s my fault…”

Ignis’s eyes flashed to Gladio as he watched his face fall, and he watched as his strong jaw set in frustration as he shook his head. “I was supposed to be watchin’ Noct. I’m his Shield - and yet you ended up -”

“Gladio.”

Gladio’s eyes flashed up to Ignis as the green eyes bore into his. His eyes were slightly narrowed as he frowned at him. “What happened was certainly not your fault.” His hoarse voice was as steady as he could make it, but it was his tone that was grabbing the warrior’s attention. “There was nothing that could have been done. We were sorely outmatched. Noct’s protection -”

“Is my duty.” Gladio’s loud words filled the room, and he bared his teeth as he spoke. “Protectin’ Noct is what I’ve been trained for since I was a little kid. If someone else takes a hit for ‘im, I’m not doing my job - it’s as simple as that. You took the hit - for him . Which means I wasn’t there - which means I failed in my duty…” Gladio’s eyes fell before continued, and they shut as the next words spilled from his lips. “and I failed you, too, Iggy…”

Amber irises flashed to Ignis as a gentle hand came up to tenderly cup the scarred face. Green eyes were soft as they looked on, and Ignis simply regarded him for a moment, studying the vulnerability of the warrior’s expression as he searched his face.

“Gladio, you know as well as I that you’ve done no such thing.” Mellow words drifted in the space between them as Ignis spoke, “Noct’s wellbeing is my responsibility as much as it is yours. Our duties are not so different. You are Noct’s shield -” Ignis deliberately rubbed his thumb over Gladio’s cheek, the slight indent of the scar on his cheek disrupting the smooth of his skin. “You have proof of that. He knows that. We all do...but there are some things that even a Shield cannot deflect. And it is then that I loan my strength.”

Gladio’s hand reached up to cradle Ignis’s hand against his cheek for just a moment before he brought it down, holding it as his eyes searched the ground as he pondered the words. “You’re too eager to sacrifice yourself, Iggy…” The warrior scoffed slightly, looking away as he pressed his lips together. A small pause filled the area before Gladio’s face fell once more. “...I didn’t know what to do...I don’t know what I’d do if you...”

The small squeeze of Ignis’s hand brought him back to Gladio’s face, and he felt himself stir in an odd sense of worry as a single tear dripped from the scarred face and onto the bedsheets.

Ignis’s head tilted as he watched Gladio completely fall apart before him just from a single tear. He was momentarily taken aback by the utter honesty in his expression as the warrior refused to make eye contact with him.

He had been...afraid. So very afraid. For two weeks he waited - not knowing if Ignis would wake - for two weeks he had blamed himself for what happened. It had obviously torn him apart, and Ignis’s heart dropped as he looked on at his beloved’s crestfallen eyes.

“Gladio…” Ignis’s voice was tentative as he spoke, and his eyes fell before he continued. “Will you...lie next to me…?” The request was gingerly spoken, and the warriors glistening eyes flew up to meet his at the tender plea.

A small pause filled the space between them before Gladio offered a tiny nod, and without so much as a word, he had adjusted himself on the bed, his large body coming to rest directly next to Ignis. Their movements were automatic as Gladio raised an arm as Ignis lifted his head to place his own on Gladio’s broad chest. Ignis’s hand rested comfortably on the warrior’s torso as they settled next to each other, and green eyes closed as he relished in the contact of Gladio’s warm body against his. He felt a comfortable shiver run through his body as Gladio’s large hand slowly moved along Ignis’s arm.

He wasn’t sure if there was any consolation he could offer him...had the need called for it again, Ignis would gladly loan his life to Noct without a second thought. That’s likely what Gladio was so fearful of. That they would both die for their future king in a moment’s notice. It frightened him...and it frightened Ignis. Knowing they could lose each other without warning was a daunting thought - but it was one they had contemplated several times. Though this time...it was a bit different - as it had actually happened.

“I’m gonna take better care a’ you, Iggy…” Gladio’s mumbled voice forced Ignis’s eyes to open and he tilted his head back slightly to look up at the gentle expression that stared down at him.

Ignis merely offered a tender smile in return, his tired eyes blinking up at the warrior as he spoke. “Do you love me, Gladio?”

Gladio looked taken aback for a moment as his brows slightly furrowed from the question. “Of course I do.” He said immediately.

“Then that alone is enough.”

Ignis wasn’t surprised when he felt his partner shift just enough so that he could lean his head down, and Ignis tilted his up in response to the lips that passionately locked with his.

This was surely enough.

Chapter Text

The mechanical sounds of the magitek troopers in the background were clanking and loud in Prompto’s ears, and his face screwed up in pain as he crashed to his knees, pain tearing through his arm as he tried to shield himself over Noct’s fallen form.

They were trapped. No way out. They’d been cornered and played - if Loqi’s laughter over the loudspeaker of his magitek engine was any indication of his victory.

Defeated.

His eyes burned with the weight of the emotion, the edges of his vision blurring as he swayed to the side as the force from a magitek bullet ricochet off of makeshift shield of a fallen trooper. His hands clutched at the wound on his arm, and the hot blood that poured over his hand only fueled his distress.

They couldn’t stop them.

It was only a mere fort, and yet the team had failed to take them by surprise, leaving them desperately outnumbered. He could still hear Ignis’s words ringing in his ears, pleading for them to retreat and regroup - but it was much too late at that point.

“This was almost too easy. I’m surprised the Empire’s had so much trouble nabbing you four.”

Loqi’s voice was a nail in Prompto’s head, and he leaned forward more protectively over Noct’s unconscious form as the giant machine’s legs pounded on the ground as it neared.

Defeat - it was crushing against them.

They’d lost. Again.

They’d lost their home.

They had lost too many times. Too pathetically. The Empire had taken everything from them. Their home, their friends, their people…

His eyes fell to Noct.

...they’d taken away their families.

Prompto gritted his teeth, and he felt an odd emotion that was almost foreign begin to rise in his chest.

And now they set out again to take the last of those precious to him.

Anger.

That’s what he was feeling.

It was a burning, sizzling force within him.

No...not again. They wouldn’t lose like this. He wouldn’t let it happen. Not after they’d lost everything in such a short amount of time. The Empire would not have its way with them. They’d come to far to lose right now.

His eyes briefly landed on Noct, for whom he had taken a protective stance in front of. His companion was laying unconscious on the ground. Blood gushing from a wound on his torso, and Prompto could feel the warm blood seep through his gloves as his hand placed in the small pool of blood.

Ignis and Gladio were on the other side of the fort base, Gladio was kneeling on the ground next to Ignis, who was bleeding heavily from his head.

The sight made his blood boil.

They would not take them.

Before Prompto had even known his actions, he had stepped forward directly in front of the magitek robot, its giant form towering over him as it prepared to launch a final attack to end him.

His hands balled to fists at his sides, teeth gritting as he fueled the rage that boiled within him until his vision clouded over red.

They wouldn’t lose to them now. Not ever. There was too much depending on them - on Noct. The Empire had had their way with everything that they held dear - and now it was time to pay it back. The one thing meant to serve the Empire would now become its greatest threat.

Something snapped in his mind.

“Initializing.”

His vision focused dramatically - the world became a crystal clear view of his surroundings, the rage that burned underneath his skin heightened to a nearly unbearable amount, but the sensation throughout his body lit up in a fire that tingled every nerve. He could feel, touch, breathe, and think - only about one thing.

And all at once he wasn’t moving on his own.

“Target aquired.”

His eyes locked onto the large magitek machine that towered above him - “ Enhance” - and in a blaze of motion, Prompto had dashed forward, his vision blurring around him as he moved at in inhuman rate. His motions were automatic as leaned down without slowing and tore the claw from a fallen trooper directly off its body, and he launched himself upwards towards Loqi’s machine. His feet left the ground so that he could effectively grab onto the large magitek, and he stabbed the claw of the trooper into the metal, puncturing the material through so create a handhold as he rapidly began to ascend.

He could hear a distant yell of alarm, but his mind was focused on the only thing that mattered - his target.

He used the momentum of the foothold he had created with the claw of the trooper to launch himself high onto the leg, and with a fluid motion he had summoned his weapon into his hand and shot three quick bullets all in succession at the very base of the trooper.  

“Evade” - Prompto’s involuntary movement took over his body as he completed an effortless flip forward, successfully escaping the arm of the machine that came down to attempt to swipe him away. He fell forward, but it took little effort for him to regain his senses and cling to the lower part of the magitek machine.

The fire that tore through his body was increasing in its heat, but his vision focused as he narrowed in his view at the base of the machine. “ Enervation point located - begin ballistic incursion.”

Bullets ricocheted off the belly of the machine as Prompto used one arm to cling to the bar, and the other to fire repeated shots at the acquired weak point. He could see the damage slowly begin to wear at the armor, and the moment one of the bullets ripped a hole directly through the barrier, Prompto wasted not a moment in pulling out the small round fire-bound spell, and in a precise motion, he tossed it directly at the center of the machine.

“Ten seconds until combustion.” Using his arm to flip himself around, Prompto immediately launched himself far away from the large mechanical robot, and used the momentum from the explosion seconds later to propel himself forward, his feet landing on the ground in a smooth forward roll.  

The yells of a person in the distance briefly made his eyes flash upwards, but the screams of the machine exploding just a short distance away was enough to bring another sharp ring of clarity into his vision. His head whipped around, and his vision zeroed in on a small army of magitek troopers that were closing in on two figures beyond him.

“Seven targets detected - begin melee incursion.” - The flash of his movements overtook his senses as Prompto rushed forward, the commands directing his motions as he rushed the several robots only a short distance away.

Flawless tips and turns, strikes and jabs were thrown directly at the robotic figures that blazed in his red vision. His hand reached forward, punching a hole through the face of the robots before he used the other to tear away the makeshift blade that was attached to its hand. He could briefly feel his teeth clench in his mouth as he used the body of the trooper to slam it sideways, his fist still lodged in its face before he released it flying to the side.

His hazy vision was hardly required as he lifted his arm to deflect a strike at his head, using the weapon he had torn off the previous trooper to block the strike to his side.

Endless strikes and hits were thrown in perfect succession as Prompto made quick work of the magitek troopers in his immediate vicinity.

He could briefly recall hearing someone shout a familiar name, but the voice in his head would always reinitialize - and his focus would once again become targeted on the enemy forces.

A loud popping noise sounded in his ears as he tore through the chest of the last trooper, and he felt a fiery sensation tear through his arm as the electrical circuits burned his flesh. It hadn’t fazed him in the slightest, and he allowed the machine to drop from his grasp as he released his hold on the robot, the sound of clanking metal hitting the ground shortly afterwards.

Sounds of electrical popping and sizzling filled the area - as nothing else was left standing around him.

“All targets eliminated in direct vicinity. Scanning area for other enemy targets.” His red vision flicked around the area. He could feel the sharp focus take in and absorb every bit of his surroundings - every small piece of destroyed metal, the robotic bodies lying on the ground, the walls of the fort, the fire burning in his vision beside him -”

“Target aquired.” Prompto whirled around at the command, and his hand shot forward as he grasped onto the enemy target, his vision zeroing in on figure that was held tightly in his grasp.

A strangled cry emitted from the target’s lungs, and though every nerve in his body was telling him to crush his hand together against the soft flesh - he hesitated…

“Prompto! ”

He felt a strange twitch in his eye.

The object was squirming slightly before him, hands coming down to grasp his outstretched arm as he held the target at a distance.

“Eliminate.”

Red eyes hazed as the command nearly overtook his ability to withhold the urge to crush the throat in his hands, but the blue eyes that stared wide-eyed at him stayed his grasp.

“Prompto! It’s Noct!”

“Whatt’re you DOING!?”

“Eliminate.”

The familiar voices were bringing clarity back into his vision, and he stared harshly at the person that was slowly weakening in its struggle against his iron grasp.

“Prompto…” The strangled voice was barely more than a whisper, but as pale blue eyes began to close from the force of his grasp - Prompto suddenly gasped.

His hold unlocked as everything around him died in its fiery vision, and he stumbled backwards as he clutched his head when the reality of everything around him came rushing back at a rate that left him breathless.

He crashed to his knees, listening as Noct fell just a small distance away, his coughs filling the silence of the area that rang in his ears.

Prompto’s breaths came in short gasps as he attempted to suck in the oxygen that wasn’t providing relief. When he brought his hand down from hs head, he could see blood gushing through across the flesh - stripes of bubbling red crossing his arm from where he had dug into the electrified body of the trooper.

He could briefly make out his three companions, Gladio and Ignis had come to hover over Noct, Ignis kneeling on the ground as he attempted to stabilize the prince while he hacked out a vicious string of coughs. The prince waved them away, nodding at them and mumbling something that sounded close to “I’m alright…”

It was then that Noct’s blue eyes flew up to Prompto.

The young man turned away from the stare immediately, his body folding in on himself as both emotional and physical pain began to seep into his form.

What...had he…

He had lost control. He had vowed to never...but he lost control.

Wide eyes stared at the ground, and he cringed as another wave of guilt and pain flushed through him -

“Prompto…”

A soft touch on Prompto’s back made the young blond visibly start, and he scrambled away from the prince that had come up behind him.

His hands worked to back himself away from Noct, Prompto’s footing slipping on the ground as he moved away as quickly as possible. “Ah - no. Don’t...don’t touch me.” The tremble in his voice was shaking his ability to speak clearly, and he brought his bloody hand up near his face as if to block the way Noct moved forward. Regardless of his warning, the prince didn’t stop, and he very slowly knelt on the ground, one hand coming to brace his weight as he looked upon Prompto, eyes shining in concern.

“It’s okay, Prompto…” Noct’s voice, though raspy, was gentle and non-threatening, and Prompto felt a bit of relief tinge his senses as he looked at the soft expression. “It’s okay.”

Prompto’s eyes were wide with panic as Noct began to make his way nearer, but he held his ground even as the prince was within arms reach.

Very slowly, Noct reached up a hand, and gently brought it upon Prompto’s bloody raised arm. In a small motion, the prince cracked a tiny vial over the gushing wound, and the shards of blue enveloped his arm in a shimmering array of light.

Instant relief washed over the pain that was tearing through his arm moments before, but Prompto’s cautious eyes didn’t waver as Noct continued to hold his arm, eventually bringing his grasp nearer to Prompto’s hand. He wrapped his hand around his, and slowly brought it down, his gaze never wavering from the violet-blue eyes that stared at him.

“It’s alright…” Noct said gently, and he slowly came forward, and Prompto had to actively resist the urge not to scramble backwards again when the prince slowly reached out to pull him into a warm embrace.

The warmth of Noct’s body against his was like a wave of release. The blond shut his eyes as he brought his actively trembling arms around Noct’s neck, hugging him tightly against him as his body began to violently shake.

He...had almost killed him. He had lost control of the force that lay dormant inside him. He thought he had known how to maintain it - but it was within him still. There was nothing he could do - it was always a part of him - and it hadn’t faded with age. The tangled, foreign genes wrapped around him, sleeping, perhaps - but still there...waiting.

He may have saved his companions - but at a cost that he would likely pay for with something he wasn’t willing to let go.

And he clung to that cost’s warm body with all of his might.

Chapter Text

Ignis Scientia sighed as he looked down at the report in his hands. He reached up a hand to adjust the glasses on his face, and then continued to page through the papers as he walked.

Today’s events had been quite - uneventful. Typical readings of inactivity along the border, and the Kingsglaive were well prepared for their next scouting mission.

His shoes clicked along the polished hallway he reached up a hand to brush his hair out of the way before he adjusted the papers in his hands. He rounded the corner - but abruptly paused as he nearly ran into the muscular form of another man.

“Pardon -” Ignis immediately apologized, stepping to the side the same moment he looked up into the person’s face.

“Ignis. I apologize. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Cor the Immortal spoke politely from where he stood, regarding Ignis with a nod.

“No apologies necessary, Marshall.” Ignis said respectfully, inclining his head in a gesture. His brows slightly furrowed however, as he noticed the blatant drag in the man’s shoulders as well as the bags under his eyes. “Are you well, Marshall?” The strategist said without thinking, watching as the older man reached up a hand to rub his eyes.

He let out a humorless laugh. “Yes, I’m fine. Perhaps a bit tired today.” He responded honestly, glancing down at the reports in his hands. “‘No thanks to these, as I’m sure you know.” Cor said with a side smile, gesturing towards Ignis’s arms.

It was true.

Lately they had been receiving more and more rather listless reports. They were necessary to understand and keep track progress, but it was no secret of the disdain one felt when they were assigned to file them in the archives for records. It was also nearing the time that they were assigned to take special care to organize them chronologically. This was done at the end of the month, and it could take hours of tedious work.

And it looked as though Cor was battling that as well as his other duties.

No one knew better than Ignis how busy the Marshall was - as the two had somehow become fond acquaintances in the past years. Ignis knew his duties went just beyond overseeing the Crownsguard. His active role in making sure the Kingsglaive was upkept and maintained was no secret to those in the royal court. Advisor, leader, guide, Marshall were only tentative titles. There was no mistaking his loyalty to the crown, but it was perhaps his undying wish to serve that put him in these straits.

Which was what Ignis was seeing at that moment.

He was clearly overwhelmed.

“Necessary, but tedious, I must say.” Ignis responded with a light smile. “Though I am pleased that you found time to yourself this past week.”

Cor smiled at that, looking down at his hands. “It isn’t much, but any time I find to spend with my son is well spent. He’s growing into a fine young man.”

Ignis’s eyes widened involuntarily - both at the softened expression that fell over the Marshall’s face - and the quite shocking bit of news.

“Pardon me, Marshall - I had no idea you had a son.” Ignis said openly, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Adopted. But he’s my son regardless.” Cor said affirmatively, nodding as he spoke.

Ignis was almost sorry that he didn’t see that look in the Marshall’s face so often. He looked honest, and this was perhaps the most truthful he had ever seen his eyes. It was obvious how much he meant to him, and it was with a saddened heart that Ignis immediately concluded that there was likely very little time that he was able to spend with him - he was here in the citadel nearly 24/7.

“I’m sure he considers it the same.” Ignis said with a side smile, watching as Cor reached up a hand to once again rub at his eyes.

“I can only hope so.” Cor said, letting his hand drop to his side. “Well then, thank you for listening to my rambling, Ignis. But I should make sure I get this done. Until later.”

“Ah - Marshall.” Ignis’s words paused Cor in his tracks as he attempted to pass, his eyebrows lifted in question as he waited for the scribe to continue. “Allow me to take those. I’m on my way to the archives, anyway. I may as well file yours while I’m at it.”

In truth, he wasn’t on his way to the archives. He was set to finishing typing out the notes for the day from the council meeting - but he could see the pull in Cor’s eyes, the way his shoulders slumped and off atmosphere.

He was tired.

“I can’t ask you to do that, Ignis. Though, I appreciate the offer.”

“It’s no trouble.” Ignis insisted, reaching out a hand. “Please, if I may.”  Cor wasn’t given a chance to argue before Ignis had reached forward and pried the reports from his rough hands and tucked them safely in his arms. “I’ll have these filed by tomorrow. Please consider it done.” Ignis said with a firm nod.

Cor looked at a loss for a moment, but eventually his expression melted into a fond smile, and he returned a thankful nod. “I appreciate that, Ignis. I really do.”

“It is no trouble.” Ignis repeated, casting a glance over his shoulder as he turned to leave. “Farewell, Marshall.”

“Until next time, Ignis.” Cor responded, waving a hand in goodbye before he turned in the opposite direction.

And the two parted ways.

~

“Noct, the only way to solve the problem is to actually attempt.” Ignis chided from where he sat at the table, reaching for the ceramic mug of coffee next to him.

The prince groaned and sat back against the couch, head whipping back against the soft cushion in defiance. He tossed down the pencil next to him and reached up both hands to rub his face.

“I can’t do this...it’s been like 4 hours.” He exhaled, hands flopping down on either side of him in defeat.

“It’s been an hour and a half. You’re almost done.” The retainer said steadily, adjusting his glasses as his gaze returned to the report in his hands.

Though Ignis's responsibility was to stop by Noct’s apartment to 1. check on him, and 2. tutor him, the young prince was surprisingly sufficient when it came to his studies. Always at the top of his class, and though Ignis did lend a hand time to time, his primary reason for stopping by to check on the prince was to aid in the cleaning of his apartment and to supervise him so that the royal actually finished his work in a timely manner - instead of leaving it until mere hours before it was due.

Tonight was one of those nights.

“Can I at least take a break? I’m starving.” Noctis moaned, his eyes pleading as he looked on at his retainer.

“Finish the problem and then you may take a break. I have your desserts in the fridge, waiting.” Ignis relented with a nod, eyes flipping back down to the report.

Things seemed well in the royal court of late. Again, discussions about the Empire had been particularly positive today, as it seemed their rivals were slowing their movements on Lucis. But before he had managed to leave, a few reports of various tasks had been placed into his hands at the last moment, which he would then need to transcribe and organize.

He had decided to take care of the matter now instead of later.

Ding dong

With frown of confusion, Ignis exchanged glances with Noct (who looked a bit surprised himself) and set down the documents to stand to his feet. He walked carefully over to the door and peeked through the safe-look, only to huff and reach for the handle.

“Hey, Iggy!” A cheerful smile greeted Ignis as he looked down upon the smaller blond man at the entranceway. He was still wearing his school uniform, and his slung bag over his shoulder indicated that he hadn’t bothered to stop by his own home before making his way here.

Pup - NO!

“Hello, Prompto.” The strategist responded, stepping out of the way to allow the young man inside. “What brings you by?” Ignis asked curiously, watching as Prompto stepped out of his shoes and tossed his schoolbag to the side, the motion clearly familiar.

Why...why hadn’t the subconscious thoughts faded by now. It had been three years.

“Noct said he was dying of boredom, so I decided to save him.” The schoolmate answered with a cheeky grin, stepping further into the house.

Ignis turned to give Noct, who was now sitting straight up in his seat, a deadpan stare. The prince’s only response was to purse his lips together guiltily.

“Nooooooooocccttt!!” The blond called excitedly once he saw him, skipping into the living room only to leap directly onto the prince himself, successfully emitting a sharp OOMPH from Noct as Prompto landed heavily in his lap. “Miss me?” He asked cheesily as he wrapped his arms around the prince’s neck, giving him a quick smooch on the cheek.

Their lover-like interactions barely fazed Ignis anymore. He shook his head. He could not believe how close these two had become since they’d first met. He’d never thought he’d see Noct open to someone like Prompto - but it had happened before his very eyes.

“Ch’yeah, right.” Noctis answered readily, yet affectionately, giving the blond a rough shove off his lap. Ignis winced when he noticed how close the lad was to hitting his head on the coffee table as he landed on the floor with a loud thunk.  

“Ow!! Jeez, so much for my daring rescue...” The freckled-face screwed up in slight pain as he rubbed at the arm that had taken the brunt of his weight.

“Be mindful of the neighbors below us, boys.” Ignis chided, giving the two a pointed stare as he returned to his seat.

“Sorry.” Prompto apologized immediately, hopping back onto the sofa directly next to Noct.

Ignis regarded the two with one last pointed stare before he turned back to the documents placed neatly on the table.

Prompto’s presence was certainly not unwelcome but the purposes of why he came made Ignis sigh.

The two boys knew to be mindful of the noise in the apartment, but they continued to chatter back and forth as they discussed the day and the upcoming assignments for their senior year project.

Ignis decided to let the momentary distraction slide, and he returned his attention back to the various reports he was reviewing.

“Yeah! Recently, I’ve been testin’ out my new sets again. The targets in the gym aren’t cutting it anymore. Too easy - so I can’t wait to test it on the range.” Prompto said loudly, momentarily lifting Ignis’s eyes away from the document.

“Nice, I knew you weren’t completely useless.” Noct answered teasingly, a snarky smile coming to his face when the blond shoved him.

“Can’t wait to let those babies rumble. Speakin’ a’ which, you free this weekend? We should try out a few of the new stocks.”

“You mean: “you free this weekend, ‘cause I need you to gain access to the weapons’ stock so I can get my hands on their new equipment?” Noctis mocked with a quirk of his eyebrow.

Ignis barely forced down a smirk at the comment, Noctis having perfectly voiced his own thoughts on the matter. He brushed it away though, returning his focus back to the sheets in his hands.

“Awww, c’mon. Don’t be like that! You know you wanna see ‘em too!”

“Cor would rip my head off if I touched your guns. And you know it.” Noct answered dully.

“Perhaps you two should focus on your homework,” Ignis interrupted suddenly, eyes still remaining fixated on a particularly interesting set of information, “you won’t have time to do anything this weekend if you don’t…” The man suddenly trailed off, his brows furrowing as suddenly registered the words that spilled out of Noct’s mouth.

Huh?

“He’s not going to kill you, Noct. Why do you keep saying that?” Prompto continued even as Ignis’s eyes flashed up to them.

“Because he almost did kill me.” Noct explained, his eyes wide as he stared at Prompto.

“You’re never gonna let that go, he wasn’t actually serious! That’s just how he is!”

“Yeah - ‘cause Cor the Immortal is just all fun and games and kidding. Right. Engrave that on my tombstone after he katana chops me into 18 pieces.”

Ignis’s jaw dropped as the pieces began to flow together - from his conversation earlier with Cor that week - until now.

W... what!?

Prompto was Cor’s adopted son!?

“Prompto -” Ignis suddenly spoke up, his mug clinking on the table as he set it down in a drop. Violet-blue eyes flashed up to Ignis while the young blond waited for him to continue. “You...never mentioned your father was the Marshall.” The strategist stated blatantly, watching as Prompto simply blinked at him.

“Oh - yeah...sorry. I guess it just never really came up. But - he’s my adopted father.” The younger man made sure to add, his eyes flicking back and forth a bit nervously.

Ignis blinked at him.

After all these years of knowing both Cor and Prompto - he had never known that they shared that bond. How could he have missed that?

Well...he immediately supposed that it was likely because, for one reason or another, both Prompto and Cor were reluctant to talk about their family lives. Cor was also rather protective of things he held dear - and it was a safe bet to assume that he would likely keep something like that a secret to protect Prompto. Prompto, on the other hand, was likely reluctant to speak out about having such a man as the Marshall as his adopted father. To think of anything more intimidating to have as a father figure was…

Ignis understood, to say the least.

But...he couldn’t fathom why even Noct hadn’t told him.

“Don’t feel bad, Ignis! Noct didn’t know until last week, either.”

Well, that took care of that question.

“I see…” Ignis trailed off, glancing down at the reports on the table.

This was blowing his mind.

So many things made sense now.

Ding

Ignis shook his head as the two continued to talk, and he reached for his phone by the table to look at the received message.

TEXT from: Gladio: I got ebony, Days Past, and a whole bunch of weird ingredients that my dad got from somewhere. What time are you gonna be here

Ignis couldn’t help the involuntary smile that came to his lips. It had been a while since he and Gladio had become close friends, but it was still strange to think that Ignis didn’t mind his bold mannerisms as such.

His thoughts flew back to Prompto and Cor, however, and he decided that he would very much not mind hearing someone else’s opinion on the matter. If there was one thing he could count on Gladio for, it was being discreet - which was odd for someone who looked the way he did.

To: Gladio: A devious way to lure me in, but effective, I suppose. Alright. I’ll join you. Noct shouldn’t take much more time finishing his schoolwork. Say an hour or two - but if this is another ploy to get me to try 10 different flavors of Cup Noodles, so help me...

Ignis hit send and sat back in his chair, and he looked towards the two boys that were twiddling away on their phones - likely playing “King’s Knight.”

That’s why Noct hadn’t seen Prompto over their small break the week before. Ignis had inquired several times as to why the prince was simply lazing around his apartment when he would usually be out with Prompto surely for the majority of the time. Noct had simply told Ignis that he was “busy”, and though Ignis was curious, he decided not to prod the matter as it seemed a delicate subject.

Prompto had been with Cor at that time.

The revelation of the facts were still making his mind spin.

He couldn’t believe that someone like Prompto had a father figure such as Cor. Ignis couldn’t even begin to imagine what it was like for the man to try and raise his adopted son at the same time performing his duties as Marshall. It was almost - too much to even think of. But he supposed that explained much of why Prompto was always alone. Ignis had to admit that he felt a bit of bitterness towards parents who would leave their son like that, which was why he had subconsciously ended up taking such a parental role for the boy after they met. But Cor being one of those parents destroyed those preconceived notions of what they were like.

It brought to mind why Prompto always mentioned his “parents”, as in two , but he wasn’t going to think beyond that at this point - though, he certainly did wonder.

Ding

TEXT from: Gladio: heh that was funny. nah I got that penciled away for another day. Alright see you in an hour?

Ignis sighed.

To: Gladio: An hour or TWO, Gladio. You can’t manipulate me into leaving earlier than my duties permit. You know that doesn’t work. I shall let you know when I’m on my way, though.  

Ignis tossed his phone to the side and rolled his eyes. Why Gladio thought that he could somehow trick him into committing to leave Noct’s apartment at times like these was beyond him. Ignis guessed it was likely something he pulled with Iris.

...or maybe because it had worked on him in the past.

The strategist looked up as Noct let out a loud yawn and tossed down his phone, leaning heavily back into the sofa. “Alright, I’m done for tonight.” The prince admitted in defeat.

“No way. I just got here! You can’t pass out now!” Prompto said, reaching behind him to pull out a pillow - only to whap it right over Noct’s head.

“Tsch - ow.” Noct hissed, batting away the pillow in Prompto’s hand.

“You’ve not finished your work yet, Noct.” Ignis spoke, standing up from his chair to make his way towards the coffee pot to refill his mug.

“And it’s the weekend - no way are you sleeping now.” Prompto readily added, hopping up from the couch to make his way over to the kitchen.

“Hey, Iggy - did you make any of those dessert things? I’ve been craving one all day.”

Ignis glanced out of the corner of his eye as he watched the blond pull open the fridge, and he set down the coffee pot with a sigh as the boy scoured the contents.

“Ah! Here they are!” Prompto said with a happy smile, pulling out the neatly covered dish. He flashed a cheesy smile in the man’s direction before he spun around and made his way over to the couch - the desserts in hand.

Ignis could practically see the boy’s tail wagging as Prompto walked back over to the sofa.

“Those were for later, Prompto.” Ignis called after him, though he simply walked his way back over to the table and sat himself down, quirking an eyebrow at Noct’s sudden revivement at the sight of the food.

“Aw, come on. We don’t have school tomorrow - Noct and I can save our work for later.” Prompto responded as he quickly unwrapped the foil from around the plate.

Ignis side-eyed him.

He knew he was right - which is why he had been easy on Noct that evening when it came to his studies, but he quickly realized that his leniency was likely a mistake.

“Yeah, and ‘sides - “ Noct said through a mouthful of the dessert. “Don’t you have things t’do? I’m sure Gladio has been hounding you at least.”

“Yeah - go have fun, Iggy!”

Ignis shook his head and took a sip from the mug. “That’s not-”

Ding

TEXT from: Gladio: So youre on your way then?

Ignis blinked down at the message, then let his head fall with a sigh.

He supposed he was.

~

“Huh...I had no idea.”

Gladio’s voice drifted in the small space between them, and his eyes were pensive as he stared at the ground.

The two sat comfortably on the sofa in his room, the end credits to the movie rolling - though neither of them had paid much attention to it as their time was mainly taken up with mindless chatter and laughter.

Ignis had all been but shoved out of Noct’s apartment as Prompto and the prince were to make use of their weekend night together, and though Ignis was reluctant to let Gladio, once again, feel as though he had been able to snare him away from his duties - the strategist had shown up at his door within the hour.

It had taken some resistance not to smack the smirk off of Gladio’s face when he arrived, but eventually the two had quietly made their way to Gladio’s room and settled there for the evening with ebony and a small meal made from the ingredients that Clarus had brought.

Ignis had found out shortly that they weren’t weird ingredients, just something that one didn’t see on an everyday menu. Because Iris was at a friend’s house that evening, and Clarus would likely not return that night, Ignis had been free to use the kitchen and whip up whatever he could with his given ingredients.

They had quickly retired to Gladio’s room and made small effort to settle back comfortably and watch a movie - though, it hadn’t been near the end when Ignis had brought up the subject of Prompto’s relationship to Cor.

Which was was brought them to that very moment.

“I mean, I knew he had adopted a son, but...I had no idea it was Prompto.” Gladio said honestly, his brows furrowing slightly as he shifted himself on the couch.

Ignis tilted his head at that. “You knew he had a son?” He asked.

Was that common knowledge?

“Yeah, but only because I heard my dad talk about it one time. He just mentioned that it was generous of him to take him in. I dunno. Never thought it’d be Prompto, though. Can’t even picture the two of them standing next to each other - let alone bein’ family.”

Ignis nodded. “Those were my thoughts exactly.”

Gladio hummed a bit as he nodded, then reached up a hand to scratch his stubbly chin. “I mean, that’s pretty amazing of Cor to do that. The guy’s barely got time to sit down. Imagine what it must take to balance that and take care of a son. Where does he get the time to do that?”

Ignis glanced away.

Hmm. That was certainly an interesting question. But Ignis already knew how much it affected him. He was barely there with Prompto in his childhood. Ignis had known that much, at least. Prompto had, from what he’d seen, practically raised himself.  

The truth of the matter was that he didn’t have time. But he was trying anyway. It seemed as though the man was far too busy dedicating himself to the Crown and its well being, but if Cor had managed to find the will to take up the responsibility of raising a son, he would likely give everything he could to be there as much as his time permitted.

Which likely left him little time to take care of himself.

Ignis frowned.

“Uh-oh. I know that look.” Gladio said with a smirk, eyeing him knowingly. “You get this little wrinkle right -” He used his forefinger to press the furrowed point between Ignis’s brow. “-there when you’re frettin’ about something.”

Ignis flashed his eyes to him and pushed away his hand, a tiny smirk coming to his face as he did so. “No, I was just perhaps thinking that it must be stressful for the both of them maintaining such a lifestyle.”

Gladio sat back against the couch and swung his arms around the edges behind Ignis’s back. “Yeah...I suppose. But at least Prompto’s got Noct - and you for that matter. You’re practically his keeper as much as you are Noct’s.” Gladio said with an amused huff.

That only made Ignis worry more.

It was true that he saw to Prompto much more than was likely necessary. Going so far as to pack his lunches, see to it that his homework was finished on time, ensure that he was eating healthily, sleeping at proper times, etc. Though, that had mainly happened in recent years, he couldn’t deny the fact that at least he was being taken care of - even in that small regard.

Then who did Cor have? He was a grown man, but that didn’t help to lessen the stress of workload he carried by himself.

He sighed and leaned back further into the couch - trying as hard as he could to push away the realization that he and Gladio were sitting quite close - almost too. Close...with his arm behind the couch -

He cleared his throat as he willed away the sudden nervousness that threatened to appear in his cheeks, and he concentrated on the interesting rise of curiosity that stirred him.

Hm. It was likely difficult for a father not to be there for his son, and Ignis couldn’t help but think that the man likely struggled with trying to maintain updates about him as well as tend to his duties in the citadel…

Perhaps there was something he could do to help.

“Hm.” Ignis hummed, staring absentmindedly at the TV.

Yes, he could help. Even if just by providing small bits of information about Prompto’s well being, new adventures, and perhaps even small problems - perhaps that would help ease Cor’s burden with trying to maintain that himself.

It was decided. There were certainly things that he could do to help him.

~

Cor Leonis was a busy man - but he was capable of handling more than most would think possible.

He credited himself on being tough and focused - and very independent.

So when he found himself inadvertently accepting the help from a man 20 years his junior, he was a bit surprised.

Though, it wasn’t as if he had been asked in the first place. It...just started.

Ignis would find him in the hallways as he was going to file for the archives, and swipe away the records before he had a minute to protest, then the young man would tell him that he had an hour and a half to eat something before he would move on to the next bit of his schedule. He would suggest several things to eat or places that he could attend - and he also mentioned that it wasn’t beyond the kitchen to stock a few extra meals. Cor wasn’t certain how the man knew of his doings or his tasks in the first place, but it wasn’t a surprise. Ignis was charged with maintaining such things in the council - his own doings were likely not a secret. Though it would have taken the extra effort to uncover it in the detail that the young man had.

More than that, Ignis had suddenly started putting together a small schedule that penciled in necessary meal times, exercise, and even free time - through moving around some of his various tasks, he had even managed to find a large gap in one of his days in a week that would allow him to leave the citadel and perhaps even visit his son in that time.

Oddly, Cor had started to go along with it. He couldn’t deny how amusing it was to watch such a focused young man take such charge - but...having someone capable of managing his busy lifestyle wasn’t an unwelcome change.

Though, he had to admit, the best part of his days included the times when Ignis would meet him in the hallway to snatch away the files - and give him a detailed report on his son.

Cor would listen intently while Ignis told him about the day's events, Prompto’s school schedule, his small struggles with classes, and his progress in his capabilities as a gunslinger. The most interesting bit of information that Cor had received, however, was his son’s fascination with photography. Ignis had even opted to bring him few shots that he had taken - and even Cor wasn’t averse to admit that they were well taken. He wasn’t going to go as far as to ask why Prompto had never thought to mention his passion for such things, as he was aware that the blond was very aware of his presence - and even Cor knew that it was intimidating.

He would like to find time later to bring up the subject - and with Ignis’s little schedule he planned for him - that was a very likely possibility.

Cor let a small smile come to his lips as he glanced down at the ground.

It had been an odd turn of events in the past week, but he started to feel as though he had a bit more control over his life - and that was all thanks to Ignis.

Even now, he was following his makeshift schedule and making his way to the palace training room. At this time of night, it was likely that it was empty. Which was just how he liked it. He was capable of training in the small area near his home, but the palace equipment and simulators provided better opportunity to train in a more unique surrounding.

With his quiet steps clicking in the hallway towards the door, he adjusted the strap on his shoulder that carried his bag and pushed open the doors. The dark lights flashed on in the small hallway that separated the locker rooms, and he stepped through them with ease as he made his way towards the main door that lead to the gym.

He narrowed his eyes, however, as he heard the distinct sound of shuffling and rapid movements in the room just around the corner. Curiosity spiking at who could possibly be training at such an hour, he slowly rounded the corner - and his lips curved in a knowing smile as he watched the distinct figure of Ignis Scientia rapidly make use of the wooden blade in his hands as he hacked at an imaginary enemy.

Cor leaned against the wall and folded his arms, deciding then not to make himself known quite yet as he watched the younger man spin and twirl with amazing coordination.

Cor had known that Ignis was training to be sworn into the Crownsguard, but he hadn’t realized his incredible talent until he watched it unfold right before his eyes.

His agile movements were precise and sharp, and each slice was deliberate and well placed - Cor could nearly see the great form of the foe as the young man made quick work to strike at its weak points.

He was also fascinated by his choice of weapon.

The wooden katana in his hand whipped around the air in precise motions, but the Marshall realized that the man had likely only recently started using such a weapon -  as his stance and movements very clearly mimicked those of one who frequently held daggers.

Brown eyes watched the steady movements. He observed as Ignis swiftly used the momentum of a frontal assault to flip himself to the side, but he had miscalculated the length of the blade, and the tip hit the ground before the base of his hand did - throwing him off his front handspring, and he stumbled to the side as he tried to regain his footing.

Cor watched in slight amusement as the man let out a frustrated sigh, glancing at the blade in his hand once before he shook his head and made for the weapon’s rack to replace it.

“Keep it.”

Cor’s voice resounded in the large space, and Ignis’s head whipped around in surprise the moment he heard it.

The Marshall’s steps clicked on the ground as he made for one of the side benches, placing the bag neatly on the side before he straightened up. “Don’t give up just yet. Your ability with it is quite impressive.” He said honestly, watching as Ignis’s eyes followed him carefully as he walked onto the training mat.

“Marshall - I apologize.” Cor gave Ignis a look before he passed him, making his way over to the weapons’ rack as he scanned the choices.

“I’m not sure what you’re apologizing for.” A calloused hand reached out and selected a blade - another katana, and he spun it in his hands as he turned around.

“If you wish to have privacy of this room, then please -”

Cor let out an amused huff as he approached Ignis, watching him carefully before he raised the wooden blade. “I do not have claim to this room, Ignis.” He explained, watching as Ignis’s eyes flicked for a moment in uncertainty. “Now come, show me what you can do.”

At this point the young man’s shoulders fell slightly. “I’m afraid I’ve little talent for the katana. I merely wished to test out my strengths - I was not successful.”

Cor pressed his lips together at the slightly endearing way his eyes downcast in his slight embarrassment. “You give yourself too little credit - what I saw was not at all failure.”

Green eyes locked with Cor’s at the comment and the young man nodded his head as he fidgeted with the weapon in his hand. “I...thank you.” Ignis said a bit nervously, watching as Cor took a stance before him.

“I do not say those words lightly. Now,” Cor raised his blade readily, “strike at me.”

Ignis nodded, and Cor watched carefully at the placement of his feet, as well as his hands as he steadied the blade. The first strike was quick and sharp, and Cor deflected it effortlessly and he met the assault with a push of his own blade.

It was impressive. The young man’s reflexes with flow and repetition were steady and disarming - and it appeared to be innate instinct. Each hit was precise and feathery, as those who wielded the katana should be. Ignis tried again from the side, and Cor was impressed with the agility of the movement. It flowed from one hit to the next, and though quite unpracticed, the young man showed great potential.

It was when Cor decided to test the very center of his strength did the weakness behind his hold show, and with two quick flurries, Cor had countered the next hit so that Ignis’s blade sunk low to the ground, the grasp on the hilt immediately breaking as the position of his hands did not allow him to keep a firm grip.

Ignis stepped back a bit as Cor finished the small attack with a pointed blade at the light brunet’s throat, but he immediately lowered it and watched as Ignis leaned back down to pick up his fallen sword.

Cor could see the slight frustration in his expression. “You’ve natural talent, Ignis. Many would not have held their ground that long - especially one without sufficient practice. I’m impressed.”

Ignis tsked a small bit as he straightened, and he wiped his backhand against his forehead. “My skills are far beyond applicable, I’m afraid.”

“Not at all. There are a simply a few core elements that you’re missing.” Cor explained, leaning down to set the wooden blade on the mat before he walked his way towards Ignis. “Here; grasp the hilt.”

Ignis did as he was told and took a hold of the handle as Cor stepped up directly beside him. “Good. The katana’s main strength comes from the first four inches of the top of the blade. Which means that the way it is held determines much about where the tip lands, and in the amount of strength it exerts.” Cor explained, watching as the close green eyes focused on his as he listened.

“Place your hands here -” Cor took a hold of Ignis’s hand and placed it near the top of the hilt. “- and here.” He took the other and placed it near the bottom. With his hands laying on top of Igins’s, he tightened his grasp around them as he continued. “The top of the hilt is where the majority of the grip and stability comes from.” Cor grasped his hand tightly over Ignis’s to emphasize his point. “It is here, at the bottom, that you direct the flow.” His other hand on the bottom loosened, and he showed through his lessened grip on the hand his meaning. “Feel the stability in your grasp -” Cor used his first hand to lightly swing the blade downwards, watching as Ignis’s eyes focused on the feeling. “-now control its direction with this hand.” He swung the blade in a sideways motion, using his grasp on Ignis’s hand to slightly open it as it easily twisted in his grip.

“It’s a system of push and pull.” With a quick motion, Cor used his grip over Ignis’s to strike three times in different directions, the blade flowing effortlessly as Ignis allowed his grip to direct the amount of strength between each hit. “Good, I think you’re starting to understand -”

CLANK

Both Ignis’s and Cor’s eyes flashed up to the entrance of the training room, and Cor could hear Ignis’s breath hitch as he observed the person standing there.

The dropped water bottle was the only sound in the room as it rolled at the feet of Gladio Amicitia.

The man’s eyes were wide as he looked on, but he quickly amended his dumbfounded stare as he shook his head when he locked eyes with them. “Uh - sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt…”

Cor released his grasp on the hilt and straightened up - barely withholding a smirk as he looked on at the Amicitia child.

It wasn’t every day that he saw a man’s eyes blaze in such a fiery jealousy as he had seen a moment ago.

“Gladio, you’re early. I thought you said you’d pick me up by 8.” Cor looked to his side as Ignis straightened beside him, lowering the blade in his hand as he blinked at his companion.

“Got off earlier than I expected - just wanted ta’ letcha know I’m here. But...uh…” Gladio reached back a hand to rub his neck. “If you guys are in the middle a’ somethin’ -”

“Cor was merely demonstrating the use of the katana to me.” Ignis said all too quickly, and Cor’s eyes flashed between the two of them as he studied the obvious tension that had filled the room like a thick cloud. He was tempted to say something to reassure Gladio’s obvious uncertainty, but it was interesting watching the scene play out.

“Ah, right. Kay, well, I’ll -uh, I’ll be outside if you guys wanna finish up.” Gladio’s eyes dropped to the side as he spoke, his hand lowering as he turned around.

Cor watched in acute fascinating at the utter reluctance of the young man’s departure from the room, and he only thought to turn his eyes to Ignis after he heard the sound of the locker door shut behind him.

“I see that it your time to leave.” Cor said, watching as Ignis’s eyes briefly flicked to his.

Cor was certain that the flush in his cheeks wasn’t from their small workout.

“Ah...yes. It appears so.” Ignis agreed, his hands fidgeting with the wooden blade.

“Keep practicing - your skill is obvious. I have full confidence in your ability to master the katana.” Cor said as if he hadn’t noticed any of the odd tension between the two, and he gave Ignis a slight nod as the young man bowed his head.

“Thank you, Marshall. I’ll see to it that I do.”

“If you would like me to teach you further, I would be happy to oblige.” Cor said as Ignis made his way towards the bench, pausing his motion to gather his things as he looked at Cor.

“That’s very generous of you - but I would not want to impede your schedule. It is quite full as it is.” The young man said with a small smile, hoisting his gym bag over his shoulder.

“You’ve freed it up a considerable amount, Ignis. I can’t thank you enough for that.” Cor said honestly. “It’s the least I can do for you looking out for Prompto like you have been. I owe you a lot.”

Ignis bowed his head with a small smile. “It’s no trouble. He and Noct are practically joined at the hip. It hardly takes any extra effort to see to him.”

Cor’s eyes slightly narrowed at that.

Joined...at the hip.

“Of course. But it is nonetheless appreciated.” The Marshall continued, walking Ignis to the exit. “Goodnight, Ignis. Until tomorrow.”

With that, Cor watched as Ignis departed from the training room, and the Marshall turned to head back towards the bench.

What an interesting evening.

~

Prompto hummed as he walked along the school grounds. His violet-blue eyes looked upon the sunset sky, and he breathed in deeply as a gentle breeze filtered over the cool atmosphere. He reached down to his side and unzipped his pack, reaching inside to pull out his new camera.

The shutters flashed at the huge city wall before him - the giant structure illuminated by rays of golden sunlight - it made a fantastic picture.

He smiled to himself as he lowered the lens - a brand new gift from Cor.

He couldn’t believe how great things had been lately.

For three weeks now, Cor had been able to visit him once a week and spend the night - sometimes even dropping by on other days too just to see him. He had been able to share and do so many things with him that he wasn’t able to even dream of in the past. He had learned more about him in the last three weeks than he had in the lasts three years - and Prompto would have chalked up Cor’s knowledge about knowing him better too - but Prompto knew that that was mainly thanks to Ignis.

Actually, it was all thanks to Ignis.

It wasn’t a simple coincidence that Cor’s schedule had managed to free up a bit directly after Prompto had announced that Cor was his adopted father. Prompto could tell in the concentrated looks on Ignis’s face whenever the subject was brought up that he was actively looking for ways to fix the problem. And though Prompto would never go as far to say that Ignis had never taken an interest in his daily events, recently his inquiries about school, friends, habits, and more had been asked in greater detail - and Prompto had not missed the notes that Ignis had subtly jotted down afterwards.

Which was why Prompto wasn’t surprised when he learned that Cor knew about his passion for photography.

Cor was more easily able to bring up subjects that interested Prompto - or things that he could relate to, like the classes he was taking, his preferences for different foods and drinks, his pastimes, and of even Noct.

Though...Cor always got a strange look in his eye whenever he brought up the topic of the prince - so Prompto tried to avoid those conversations - even though Cor actively prodded the question.

It didn’t matter, really. He was just thankful that he was able to see his adopted father on a more frequent basis. It was amazing having him around.

Prompto frowned as he looked down at his phone as it vibrated in his pocket - and he smiled at the text.

TEXT from: Noct: Cor’s coming over to your place tonight right?

He made the motions to unzip his pack and safely tuck away the camera, his feet pausing slightly on the cement ground as he reoriented himself.

To: Noct: As usual yup! The invitation still stands ya know

Prompto rolled his eyes as he hit the send button, tucking the phone away in his pocket as he continued down the street.

He was well aware of what Noct’s answer was going to be, and each time Prompto couldn’t help but laugh at the reasoning.

Noct seriously thought Cor was out to get him.

He could not fathom why - and he had known his fear had only bloomed after the first time they met - and Prompto couldn’t help but suspect that it had something to do with what had happened when Cor had returned that evening to find them both asleep.

He lifted his phone out of his pocket again to look at the received message.

TEXT from: Noct: No thanks. I choose life

Prompto laughed out loud at the message, shaking his head as he typed his response.

To: Noct: LOL youre so stupid. Ill text you after i finish up my work tonight. Still on for kings knight?

Was he ever going to get over his Cor-phobia?

TEXT from: Noct: Yup sounds good. Talk to you later!

To: Noct: Later!

He frowned when he immediately got a notification after he sent the message, and he raised his eyebrows as he looked at the text from Gladio.

TEXT from: Gladio: you left your stuff in the gym again. Im throwing it away the next time i see it in here

Prompto bit his lip as he realized that that was the third time he’d left his bag in the gym.

To: Gladio: yeah yeah ill get it next time. Dont throw it away! Its got my chocobo keychain in there

He had a bad habit of leaving his stuff lying around. He couldn’t count the number of times Ignis had run over to his place to drop off his forgotten items - including his backpack and phone.

TEXT from: Gladio: its mine next time

Prompto pursed his lips and exited out of the messaging app, tucking it away in his pocket as he continued down the road to his home.

He wasn’t going to let Gladio’s threat daunt his evening - he still had a full night ahead of him to spend with his adopted father.

The spring in his step increased as he adjusted the straps on his shoulders, watching as the steady view of his home street gradually came nearer. He didn’t slow his pace as he eventually rounded the last corner to his home, but he paused slightly as he noticed not only one car - but two.

One belonged to Cor - and the other belonged to Ignis.

Huh?

Prompto’s mind was buzzing with questions as he continued to walk up to his home and his brow furrowed even further as he began to imagine all the reasons why Ignis was at his home.

Did he do something? Was there bad news? Did they need to talk to him?

He cautiously opened the door, but he was briefly overtaken by the strong scent of a variety of good smelling spices, and his lips turned in a slight smirk as he toed off his shoes.

So...Ignis was cooking then.

His smiled widened as he listened to a few muffled voices talk from behind the corner of the door, and he could distinctly make out the steady and relaxed tone of Cor as he conversed with - by process of observation - was most definitely Ignis.

He stepped around the corner, and the first thing that caught his eye was the sight of Cor leaning up against the counter near the stove where Ignis stood. Cor was casually leaned back against the low counter as one arm folded around his torso with the other holding his personal mug, and his eyes were gentle as his mouth moved in response to Ignis’s words. Ignis was leaning over a pot that filled the room with an amazingly incredible scent - and Prompto felt his stomach growl in response.

When Cor caught sight of him, his lips turned in a genuine smile, and he leaned himself off the stove as he approached him. “Welcome home, Prompto.”

“Hey, Dad.” Prompto greeted happily, sliding off his backpack as he walked further into the kitchen. “Whatta we got here?”

“Hello, Prompto. I apologize for the intrusion.” Ignis said as he turned around, reaching up a hand to adjust his glasses. “I came by to drop off your uniform - it’s on your bed.”

“So you decided to stay and make dinner - wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Iggy!” Prompto said happily, a laugh dancing on his lips.

“I asked him if he’d stay and eat with us.” Cor explained with an amused huff.

There was really nothing else that needed to be said. Prompto could already fill in the blanks - Ignis had stopped by to drop off the uniform - Cor had asked him if he’d like to stay and eat with nothing prepared because he and Prompto usually just ordered takeout - Ignis insisted that he could make something with what was lying around - and boom. Here they were.

He could see the scene unraveling in his mind.

“Hey, I’ll take Ignis’s cooking over takeout any day.” Prompto said honestly, and he smirked as he watched a smile draw up Ignis’s lips.

“Good to know.” The young man said, turning his attention back to the pot. “Why don’t you go wash up for dinner, Prompto. This should be ready in a minute.”

Cor’s eyes flashed between Ignis and Prompto and he gestured with his head towards Prompto’s room.

The blond bit his lip to suppress a knowing smile.

Cor literally may have as well said: “Listen to your mom.”

With a shake of his head, Prompto nodded and picked up his pack, swiftly making his way over to his small room by the side.

He paused though. The minute he walked through, he blinked back surprise at the state of it.

It was perfectly clean. His laundry had been folded and put away, his books were neatly stacked on his desk, his bed was made, and on top laid his perfectly mended uniform.

Prompto’s shoulders slumped as he shook his head with a wide smile.

Oh, Ignis.

He plopped his backpack on his bed, and readily prepared himself for a delicious dinner.

~

If even for a moment he thought that dinner would have been strange, his unease was put to rest the second he had stepped foot back into the kitchen.

Cor and Ignis were perfectly content being in each other’s company - and their conversation flowed well and effortlessly between the two of them. Prompto found that he was never left out of it, as he found times to either add his own opinions or be actively dragged into the conversation by either one of the two. Dinner was fantastic, as it always was when Ignis cooked, and the three shared pleasant conversation and laughter over various stories and discussions.

Prompto could barely keep down his smile the entire night.

It was exactly like what he thought it would be like to have his parents around. It was almost shocking at how well they fit the role.

Coffee had been made at the end of the meal, and Prompto had opted to only have one mug as he had a bit of homework left to finish for the night. He stayed and chatted with both Ignis and Cor for the majority of the evening as it went on, but eventually he excused himself to finish up his schoolwork for the next day.

Which was what brought him to that moment.

He tapped his pencil against his cheek as he looked on at the problem.

His foot dangled off the bed, and he looked up briefly at his open door when he heard the distinct sound of Ignis’s laughter from the other side.

Prompto grinned.

He could not get enough of the insane likeness of parents - and he hastily reached for his phone as he finally decided he just had to share this with Noct. He sneakily lifted his phone to a level that didn’t look too suspicious, and angled the camera just right. He held it there for a minute, but his thumb rapidly tapped the screen at the perfect moment when Ignis let out another chuckle.

Prompto stared at the screen and saved it to his phone.

It was almost...too cute. Cor was staring at Ignis with a soft smile with his mug to his lips. Ignis was looking away slightly, his mouth in an endearing laugh as they both sat comfortably at the table.

He pulled up his messaging app and hit the first box to send the picture to Noct. He smiled as he typed out the caption: Mom and Dad are so in love… He laughed to himself as he hit send, and tossed his phone to the side.

He couldn’t wait to see Noct’s reaction.

He stared down at the problem, though he wasn’t really focusing on it. It was a running joke between the two of them that Ignis and Cor were basically his mother and father - and this was just a perfect example. He was just excited to see Noct tomorrow and tell him of what happened that night, he was sure to -

Prompto was surprised at the fast rate that Noct responded, and he grinned as he reached for his phone to read the message…

Every single bone in his body turned to ice as he stared at the received message.

It wasn’t from Noct - oh, no.

It was from Gladio.

With only one sentence:

What the fuck is this

Prompto shakily opened his phone and the app - and his face paled in horror as he realized his mistake. Usually, Noct was the first and last person he texted - so he always associated his name with being at the top of his phone in the message box. But it had been Gladio that had been the last person he texted until he picked up his phone again.

His phone buzzed again with another message.

TEXT from: Gladio: PROMPTO

Oh, Six.

Oh…

OH, SIX.

Prompto’s heart pounded in his chest as his shaky fingers rapidly texted back a response, his mouth unhinged in horror as he realized that he was very likely doomed.

To: Gladio: NO NO! Its just a joke! That was supposed to be for noct! I swear! Its a joke!

He shakily hit send, his foot tapping rapidly against the side of his bed as he anxiously waited for a response, he lifted a finger to his mouth and nervously bit the nail, his mind wandering in a thousand different places.

Gladio wouldn’t think he was actually serious, right? This was just a joke! It wasn’t a secret that Gladio valued Ignis’s friendship more than any other - would he get the wrong idea? Oh, gods this was a nightmare.

Prompto’s eyes flashed upwards as his heightened senses picked up on the very notable ding from Ignis’s phone in the other room.

Prompto’s eyes widened in panic.

Ignis flashed Cor an apologetic smile as he lifted a hand in gesture to give him one minute, and he pulled out his phone. Prompto almost gave in to the urge to dash over there and snatch away the device before he could read it.

It was almost surreal the way Ignis’s face slowly turned down into a frown as he looked down at the device, and Prompto felt the green eyes dagger into his soul when they flashed up to his from the small distance away in the kitchen.

Had Gladio sent him the picture!? What had he said!? Was he asking Ignis about what he was doing!?

He was completely and totally doomed.

~

Gladiolus Amicitia was in an absolutely terrible mood.

He had refused to acknowledge that it was because of that night.

Prompto’s reconciliation over the fact that it had merely been a joke was offering him no consolation. He had seen the look on Ignis’s face. He was very clearly enjoying his time there - at Prompto’s house, with Cor, after Ignis had told him that he was merely going to drop off the uniform that night.

Gladio clenched his teeth as he swung his greatsword at the dummy.

He’d recently been given access to the Crownsguard training arena - with real weapons and incredible equipment - being sworn into the guard had its perks.

But he wasn’t concentrating on that at all.

His mind was raged as he cut through the dummy, and he let out a yell as he charged the one beside it.

He had texted Ignis about his whereabouts that evening after he received Prompto’s message. He hadn’t been told that Ignis would be spending the evening with Prompto and Cor - and though he knew it wasn’t his place to ask - he just had to know. Ignis had been unbearingly polite about it and answered kindly what had taken place that evening and why he had chosen to have dinner with them.

Even though it was absolutely unnecessary of him to do so - as it was truly none of Gladio’s business.

Gladio hadn’t seen him since that evening, either, as the scribe had been terribly busy putting together his and Cor’s schedule for the week - along with the new bout of information that had recently been received from the outside Lucian scouts.

He was frustrated that he was frustrated.

That was all there was too it. He had no reason to be…

At least that’s what he tried to convince himself of as he chopped at the inanimate object before him.

He could feel the sweat drip down his back as he finished hacking at the thing, and his breaths came in short puffs as he stood there for a moment - panting in his anger and exertion.

Why wasn’t this giving him any ease?

“If you do any more damage to those dummies, you’re going to have to pay for them.”

Gladio spun around, swiping up a hand to his forehead as he looked upon the one who had interrupted him. He glanced at the man that stood before him, and he huffed slightly as Cor crossed his arms to give him a knowing look.

“I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.” Gladio murmured in return, rolling his shoulders as he turned back towards the dummy.

He attempted to keep his frustration as unnoticeable as possible - but he could still taste it on his tongue.

It wasn’t uncommon to see Cor in these parts - so he should have expected him to show up at some point. Though, at the moment, he would really have rather been left alone to his mullings.

He watched as Cor made his way towards the selections that the arena offered, and he swiftly pulled forth a katana.

Gladio immediately knew what was coming next.

“Shall we?” Cor asked, readying himself at the end of the small bouting line.

The warrior let a dangerous smirk cross his face - he knew he was no match for him - but he had a feeling it would feel good to take out some of his restlessness on the Marshall -

It had taken two swift strikes and a blow to the back - and Gladio was down for the count - not even five minutes later.

Gladio laid where he was, huffing slightly from his pent up rage - he didn’t think to move.

“This is the worst I’ve ever seen from you. Your frustration makes you careless, Gladio.”

The words spiked another bit of rage in him.

He could see through him so plainly.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something - and this match has answered a bit of my questions in regards to it.” Cor said as he twirled the katana in his hands, swiftly sheathing it as he spoke. “The obviousness in your frustration is clearly a symptom of internal struggles. Am I correct in assuming that?” The Immortal moved forward in front of where Gladio had begun to rise from the ground, and he waited patiently for the warrior to stand to his feet.

“Everyone has internal struggles.” Gladio answered plainly, dusting off his arms.

“Yes, but yours and Ignis’s are blaringly obvious. And it’s uncharacteristic to see you two so out of synch.”

The words made Gladio freeze, and he side-eyed Cor as he processed the words.

It wasn’t even the fact that Cor had noticed his own frustrations - it was that he had thought to mention Ignis in the same sentence.

“I’m not a fool, Amicitia. The bond you two share is strong as it is obvious, and right now there seems to be something amiss. Did you two argue?”

Gladio could not believe his ears.

Was Cor actually inquiring about his personal relationship with Ignis?

“Pardon me, Cor, but I really don’t think that’s any of your business.” Gladio barely withheld the twitch in his lips as he swung the sword at his side.

“It is, actually. Ignis’s well being affects those around him, and I would be lying if I said that I’m not concerned.”

Gladio was dying to know the meaning behind his words. What was Ignis doing? Did he seem off? Was it obvious that he was upset? Had Gladio made him upset? Had he told Cor anything? Is that why he was asking him?

The warrior fidgeted the hilt on the blade, his amber eyes refusing to lock with Cor’s as he tried to best figure out how to end the prodding questions. “Nah, we didn’t argue. Just trying to work around our schedules is difficult. We’ll figure it out.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Gladiolus Amicitia.”

Gladio’s eyes flashed up to Cor at the accusation, and he barely withheld the urge to shrink back as Cor’s eyes bore into his. “Your frustration goes beyond trying to work out a schedule. It’s on a more intimate scale, isn’t it?”

Gladio swore he felt the world tilt on its axis as his mouth gaped openly at Cor.

He was... not saying what he thought he was saying...

Cor sighed and shook his head. “If you have been attempting subtlety in your infatuation with him, then perhaps you should put forth more effort.”

Gladio almost bolted.

He could hear his heart pounding in his head - did the room always look this hazy?

“I...I don’t know whatch’ you’re talkin’ -”

Cor’s blazing eyes cut Gladio off mid sentence, and the warrior gulped when Cor took a step nearer to him. “Don’t lie.” The words were little less than a small growl, and Gladio actively felt himself take a step back from Cor’s overbearing presence.

The two stood for a moment staring at each other, and it took all of Gladio’s effort not to let his knees give out under the pressure of Cor’s glare, but he may as well have done it when he allowed his eyes to fall away first.

That seemed to be enough for Cor, and the older man turned back towards the weapons rack to replace the katana. “It’s been that way for a while, hasn’t it?” His hands steadily replaced the weapon, but he paused as he looked over his shoulder. “You like him?”

Gladio clenched his teeth together and turned his head away, his hands opening and closing as he tried to best decide how to answer the question.

“I don’t see how that’s any a’ your business…” Gladio wasn’t sure why he was still stubbornly refusing to admit anything - pride maybe? Protectiveness?

He may as well have said yes, though.

“I see.” Cor said right afterwards, walking towards him with sure steps. “Is there a particular reason why you haven’t told him?”

Gladio’s eyes met Cor’s in a flash. “You’re kiddin’, right?”

Cor’s deadpan stare drilled directly into Gladio’s soul.

That was...probably not the best worded question.

The warrior cleared his throat before he let it get to him. “It’s...not gonna do anything.”

“And why is that?” Cor immediately asked, folding his arms against his chest.

Gladio was burning under the intensity of the stare, and he moved forward when he decided he couldn’t take it any longer. “He’s busy.” He answered curtly, passing Cor to roughly replace the weapon in its holster near the rack.

He really did not want to be talking about this. He had never shared any of these thoughts with anyone - and for some reason, gods knew why, the two people he least wanted to know - knew about it.

He had already gotten an earful from Iris several times.

Getting it from Cor was like putting salt on the wound.

“Too busy to make time for you? Too busy to visit your place several times a week? Too busy for you to return the gesture?” Cor’s dark eyebrow quirked when Gladio cast a shocked glance over his shoulder. “Prompto talks about you, you know. I’m not completely oblivious - Ignis isn’t dishonest with me either. I’m trying to tell you that I’m aware, Gladio.”

“Is there a point to this? How does this involve you?” The warrior suddenly asked, his teeth baring slightly as he whirled around.

Now this was getting to a level that was far beyond what Gladio thought Cor knew - he was picking him apart and he was not comfortable with it.

“It involves me because Ignis is an important confident of mine, and it concerns me when he’s troubled.” Cor said honestly, his tone softening a small bit as he looked on at Gladio.

Gladio’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he cast them aside as more questions bubbled up. “Is he, uh...upset?” The warrior asked, barely believing that he asked that question out loud.

“He’s perfectly put together. Tasks are finished on time, he’s quick to help, he’s organized and focused - too focused.” Cor trailed off, and Gladio had to resist the small urge to huff in humorless amusement.

Yup. He was upset. Nothing made Ignis concentrate on such matters more than when he was troubled.

“So I’ll ask again; why haven’t you said anything?”

Gladio’s eyes, once again, only briefly met Cor’s before they downcast, and he clenched his hand as he tried to find out how to best answer the question.

Why...hadn’t he said anything? Was it because he was afraid of rejection? He couldn’t be certain at all that Ignis liked him back - perhaps that was it. He didn’t know. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to put himself out there and risk their entire relationship by confessing his stupid crush. He wasn’t certain of where they stood, and he had thought for the longest time that he’s enjoyment out of their time together was because he’d found a friend that he could relate to on every level - but it had quickly become obvious that there was more to it. And by the time that he had realized it, it was too late.

He was hopelessly trapped.

Cor had obviously watched his internal struggle carefully, and the older man sighed as he placed his hands on his hips and looked away. “Let me say this, then, before I go.”

Gladio’s eyes flashed up to Cor, his curiosity piqued by his strange tone.

“Nothing’s going to happen if you don’t do or say anything, that much is obvious. Trying is the first step in doing, and I know you’re uncertain, but there are some risks that are worth taking.” Cor finished, nodding at Gladio before he turned on his feet.

Gladio watched him go, but he waited anxiously when Cor suddenly paused, the man looking down for a brief second before he turned his gaze over his shoulder to Gladio. “And...if you care for my own opinion at all...I don’t think you’re going to regret if you do.”

With that, Cor the Immortal walked away as swiftly and as dangerously as he had come.

Gladio was left to stand there in the arena, alone, reeling, with a frazzled mind and frazzled heart.

He couldn’t fathom why Cor had said what he had at the end.

It surely wasn’t possible that Ignis had...said something. No. It wasn’t.

Was it?

Chapter Text

“IGGY!! NOCT!!!”

Gladio’s voice resounded loudly through the dark cave, his only light was the small flashlight pinned to his shirt, and he rapidly dug his hands around the stones that had caved in not seconds before. His panting breaths were frantic as he pressed his hands along the giant boulders that had instantly separated their group when they had suddenly crashed down on top of them - and Gladio tried to calm his frantic mind as it began to envision every worst possible scenario.

Had the others been crushed? Were they trapped? Was there a way out on the other end? How would they find them!?

“Gods, DAMMIT!” The warrior roared, kicking the rock forcefully. He stopped his scrambling and simply pressed his hands against the cool stone, his forehead leaning against the rough wall as he attempted to calm his frenzy.

His eyes suddenly widened, however, when an idea came to him. Pushing himself off the wall, Gladio summoned his greatsword into his hands in a brilliant shine of light.

Good. That meant Noct was still alive - which likely meant Ignis was too.  

He let out a breath of relief and allowed the weapon to disappear from his grasp - far too aware that there was no way he could hack his way through the blockade.

Swallowing down the strange weakness that overtook him at the relief that they were probably okay, he took a few steps backwards away from the wall and turned his head towards the ground. “You okay, Prompto?” Gladio asked, watching as the young man sat himself upright from the ground, using his hands to brace behind himself as he stared up at the large stones that had nearly flattened them.

“Think so…” The blond huffed, using a hand to rub the top of his head as he glanced nervously around the room. “What happened?”

“Not sure.” Gladio answered immediately, placing his hands on his hips as he observed their surroundings. “Might a’ been a trap.”

They had been swiftly divided into two groups when the rocks tumbled from the ceiling, and Gladio barely recalled his instinctive motions as he jumped forward to tackle Prompto to the ground before the boy had been pancaked by the falling stones. He was certain Ignis and Noct were a good ways behind them - so they were likely okay - the only alarming aspect at the moment was the fact that they hadn’t responded when he called for them.

And forget using his phone - there was no reception sixty feet below the goddamn surface.

Why Noct insisted on venturing out on these stupid quests into the deepest, darkest places of Eos, Gladio would never know.

This is all that it got them.

Trapped.

The brunet sighed and used his thumb and forefinger to rub at his eyes.

Great.

“Alright...guess all we can do is keep movin’.” Gladio grumbled solemnly, casting his eyes towards Prompto as the blond shakily stood to his feet.

His flashlight shone brightly on his younger companion as he nodded his head, but Gladio’s brows furrowed for a moment when he noticed the obvious pale in his face as well as the dilation in his eyes as he nervously flicked them around their surroundings. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Large hands came up to pat Prompto’s shoulder, and he watched in mild concern as it took a moment for Prompto’s eyes to meet his as they continuously flashed around the small interior of the room.

“Uh - uh, yeah - yep.” Prompto’s head hastily bounced up and down as he rapidly nodded, and one hand came up to grab his other arm while he glanced around the room again.  

Gladio eyed him for a moment, looking carefully at his face and head for any sign of injury. When he saw none, he pressed his lips together and let out a breath through his nose. “‘kay...if anything starts to hurt, you better let me know.” Brown eyes locked with his for a moment, letting his tone set the seriousness of his request.

Prompto’s head nodded rapidly once again, and Gladio released his hold on his shoulder before he turned to shine his light directly in front of them. The room was small, from what he could see, but the there appeared to be another way forward through a passageway a small distance away - as was usual for these dungeons.

“Alright, come on.” Gladio’s voice was steady as he spoke, and he took a small breath before he began to walk his way forward.

Their steps clicked loudly in the silence of the place, the occasional screech of a daemon off in the distance was the only other sound besides them. It should have made Gladio uneasy, but he wouldn’t have minded hacking to pieces one of those creatures at the moment. They neared the narrow way towards the passage, and Gladio stepped through the exit with ease.

“There’s probably a way to the surface if we make it through the rest a’ this place. I guess we’ll just have t’meet Iggy and Noct there.” The warrior’s voice resonated easily in the passageway, and he tossed a glance over his shoulder as he suggested the plan to Prompto.

“Uh...okay…”

He noted that Prompto’s voice was barely audible from behind him, but Gladio turned his attention back towards the path ahead.

He deduced that Prompto was probably still shaken from the collapse. The best they could do at the moment was keep moving forward until they got to the end. He’d be okay until then.

Their steps echoed lightly around them as they continued to move. A small exit seemed to appear at the end of the passage, and Gladio squinted his eyes as he tried to make out a clearer view of it as they neared.

Yup. Another entrance.

“There’s another room up here.” Gladio said as he eyed the coming way, and his steps quickened a bit. He listened as Prompto followed behind him, and he ducked his head as he entered the next part of the passage.

The dark space around them was smaller than where they had come from, Gladio was almost surprised he hadn’t hit his head on the ceiling as he walked forward.

“Huh...kinda cramped…” He murmured to himself, reaching up a hand to easily pat the wall beside him as he walked forward. “Hopefully this doesn’t just lead us to a dead end.” He scoffed, shrugging his way through the small space.

“Uh...Gladio…”

Gladio paused his steps as he heard the fragile voice of Prompto speak behind him, and his brows furrowed as he turned to address him.

“Yeah?”

His eyes narrowed.

Prompto’s hand was braced against the side of the wall while the other clutched his chest. His breaths were short and uneven as he stared at the ground with wide eyes. Gladio’s light illuminated the sheen of sweat on his face, and the obvious tremors racking his body were shaking his ability to stand upright.

“Holy shit, are you alright?” The warrior asked, his eyes shining with concern as he stepped nearer to his younger companion, placing a hand on his shoulder while he ducked his head to try and catch his eyes. “Prompto.” He shook his shoulder slightly, trying to will the younger man to look at him.

“Ah...I...I can’t breathe…”

The frail voice was barely more than a whimper, and Gladio’s eyes shot open as he watched while Prompto’s breaths became more rapid.

He was panicked at first by the thought that he may have crushed his lungs - but the paleness in his face, the shortness of breath, dilated eyes, and trembling body all gave way to what was happening.

How had he forgotten Prompto was claustrophobic?

“Hey - hey, it’s alright.” He said quickly, gulping down his nervousness while he patted his shoulder. “Let’s getcha’ outta here. Come on.” His thoughts raced to the larger part of the cave, and though he wasn’t quite sure how they were going to manage to get out of there if Prompto couldn’t move forward, his immediate priority focused on making sure he didn’t pass out at the given moment.

With sturdy hands, Gladio prompted the young man to turn around, and he placed a hand on his shoulder as they began to walk back from where they came.

If he could get him back to the larger room, maybe he would be able to reorient himself enough to -

FOOOWHHHUUMMP

Both men paused in their tracks as their eyes shot up ahead. Gladio felt his body freeze as he suddenly realized exactly what that sound had been.

“Shit.” Releasing his hold on Prompto’s shoulder, the larger man dashed forward from where they came and cursed loudly under his breath as he ran right into the barred gate.

They room they came from had been sealed off.

“Tsch - dammit.” He swore again, shaking the bars with his hand once before he turned back around.

Now they really didn’t have a choice.

He trotted back up to Prompto who was trembling where he stood, arms hugging himself tightly in the small space.

“Uuhhh…” Gladio began uneasily, a hand opening and closing while he tried to deduce the next best step. “It’s blocked that way - so we can’t - woah!”

He immediately regretted speaking. Prompto’s legs suddenly gave out underneath him and the boy crashed to his knees. His body shook violently as he tried to brace his arms against the ground to keep from face planting.

Gladio was right there with him, his legs sinking as he knelt directly beside him. One hand came up to brace his back while the other gripped his shoulder. “Hey - Prompto -” His words stopped as he listened to the heavy breaths attempt to suck in oxygen, but it was as if it was barely providing any relief.

Strong hands lifted Prompto upright, and he carefully placed him against the wall even as the blond attempted to take in air. Gladio watched as Prompto’s violently trembling body folded his knees up against his torso, his arms bracing on top as he pressed his forehead into his arms.

“Prompto - it’s okay. Just take a deep breath.” Gladio encouraged, his hand still braced on the slim shoulder as he spoke.

It obviously wasn’t helping. The boy still trembled violently, and Gladio could could feel the hotness of his skin under his grasp. His breaths were loud and labored as he sat against the wall.

What - what was he supposed to do!? Should he leave him alone? Talk to him? Try to let him breathe?

His mind was racing as he stared at the pitiful sight, and he bit his lower lip as he lifted his hand back up to squeeze his shoulder. “Just try and breathe, Prompto.” Gladio said unsurely, watching his small torso expand an exhale in uneven breaths.

“I’m - I’m...try-trying…” Prompto panted the stammered words in between breaths, and Gladio furrowed his brows in further concern when another tremor shook his body.

This wasn’t helping.

“It’s alright - we’re gonna get outta here…” The warrior spoke again, scooting himself closer to the trembling figure. He rubbed his hand up and down his back as he tilted his head trying to catch his eyes.

He felt his chest constrict as he looked on at the terrified form before him. He had seen fear before, he knew what it looked like - but this was different. It was uncontrollable, and the onset was sudden and incredibly undoing. The most heart wrenching aspect about it was that Gladio could see him actively try to calm down. He attempted to do as Gladio said and take in deep breaths, but tremors would rack his body before he could finish the breath.

He was doing his best, but this was a psychological fear that was still very prominent.

“I’m s-sorry…”

Gladio pressed his lips together.

This was bad.

He blinked, however, when he suddenly recalled something.

In a swift motion, he sat back and criss-crossed his legs. He then leaned forward and patted Prompto’s back before he thought to make his next move. “Hey...c’mere.”

Prompto didn’t look up, but Gladio could see his arms uncross as he attempted to feebly do as he said and move closer, but the warrior knew that he was likely only to scoot just a small bit nearer. Leaning forward, Gladio used his muscular arms to tuck one arm underneath Prompto’s curved legs and the other to brace around his back.

In a swift heave, Gladio lifted him up slightly, then leaned back and settled him in his lap. He was surprisingly small - and light. Gladio didn’t let Prompto say a word before he wrapped his massive arms around his smaller body and hugged him close to his chest.

He held him there in the silence, listening to the rapid breaths and the feel of his shaking body in his grasp.

He closed his eyes as he waited patiently for the trembling to die down.

Yes, this might work. When Iris had her night terrors, it was only a warm hug and patience that helped her to calm down. No amount of words or reassurance would will away the terror, it was just a matter of making sure one felt stability around them.

Gladio hoped that this was enough.

Prompto had likely been battling this extreme fear the entire time they had walked through the dungeon. How he managed to control it up until now was beyond Gladio, all he knew was that it had likely taken drastic effort. This particular place was shockingly small, there was barely any room to swing a sword.

He had kept it to himself - but it was likely the collapse and the increasingly smaller space that had finally undone his composure.

He could only hope that, with time and grounding, that he’d come back to himself.

Eventually, the tremors became less frequent, and Gladio could hear Prompto’s breaths even out slightly as he worked to control the intake of oxygen. He held him still, waiting until he was sure that the young man was calm enough to breathe evenly.

He leaned away just slightly so that he could look down at the face before him, and when violet-blue eyes locked with his, he spoke.

“You good?” Was all Gladio asked, and he watched carefully as Prompto closed his eyes for a minute and finally took in a deep breath, breathing out slowly while he carefully nodded his head.

“Yeah...I think I’m okay now…” He said as he opened his eyes.

“Good.” Gladio said honestly, giving him a small squeeze in assurance. “We’re going to get out of here, okay? But we’ll need to go through a couple a’ passages first before we can do that. Understand?”

Gladio saw the blond’s lower lip tremble slightly, but he curved it as he pressed his lips together, nodding his head once in confirmation.

“Alright...can you walk?” Gladio asked unsurely, releasing his arms around him slightly as he pulled back.

Prompto nodded, and Gladio took the initiative to help Prompto off his lap before he uncrossed his legs and stood to his feet, bending slightly as he reached out a hand for Prompto to grasp. The younger companion took it willingly, and Gladio effortlessly pulled him to his feet, tugging him a bit closer so that he could pat a hand on his back. “You sure you’re good?” The warrior asked one more time, ducking his head to catch the blue eyes that looked to the ground.

Prompto nodded in response, and Gladio let out a breath as they looked forward.

“It shouldn’t be too far this way. Just focus on me, okay? Don’t look anywhere else.” His eyes glowed with concern, but his voice was steady as he instructed his younger companion.

He watched Prompto’s head incline in affirmation, and he took in a breath before he began to make his way forward. Their steps echoed around them as they once again proceeded towards the exit, Gladio tossing frequent glances behind his back to ensure that Prompto was faring okay as he walked behind him.

Gladio clenched his teeth as he found he had to duck his head slightly as the passageway around them became even narrower, and he looked behind him to see Prompto’s reaction at the tapering space.

He could see his violet-blue eyes flash around him in rapid movements, and the light around him illuminated the sweat that donned his brow as they continued forward.

Uh-oh.

Gladio paused, whirling around as he looked fully at the younger man. “Prompto - keep your eyes on me, okay?” He said firmly, using two fingers to point to his own eyes.

“I’ll - okay. S-sorry…” Prompto apologized, Gladio could see the slight shake in his body appear again, and Gladio shook his head before he moved forward. With a swift movement, the warrior reached down and snatched up Prompto’s hand, his warm grasp encasing the icy fingers as he held it tightly.

“W-wha -”

“Focus on me.” Gladio said one more time, watching as Prompto’s eyes flashed between his trapped hand and the brown-irises.

The warrior inhaled again before he turned around, being sure to keep a firm grip on the cold hand as they made their way deeper into the narrow passageway. He could feel the fingers twitch slightly in his grip, but when he cast a glance over his shoulder, he noticed that Prompto’s lips were pressed together in concentration, focusing entirely on the hand that held his as they continued forward.

Nodding inwardly that the boy was doing as he was told, Gladio confidently lead them through the ever narrowing tunnel.

They’d make it out. Like they always did.

And he wasn’t too ashamed to admit that even he felt a bit more reassured when Prompto’s fingers curled more readily around his hand as they weaved their way forward.

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Hazy vision blurred dangerously around the edges. The image of the cold hard ground directly beneath him was the first thing the prince noticed when he managed to flutter his eyes open. A horrible pain tore across his torso, and a hand came up to clutch at the wound that was pooling blood on the ground he laid upon. He blinked hard as consciousness slowly came to him, but he shook his head slightly when the muted sounds around him slowly became more audible. His heavy head lifted with the small bit of strength he had left when he felt a prominent shadow rise away from him - the black boots taking a protective stance immediately in his direct line of sight.

Prompto.

No...this fight. They were losing. They couldn’t win. They’d been ambushed and outnumbered - the enemy had outflanked them, and before Noct could signal the retreat, they had been helplessly trapped. The plan used against them was flawless and lethal - and it had not taken much time to see to it that the companions quickly fell to the armies that surrounded them in growing numbers.

The last he remembered was watching Ignis take a particularly strong blow to the head - while Gladio fell next to him. After that, Prompto’s fearful gaze had been the last image he recalled before the pain became too much, and he succumbed to his body’s weakness.

Whatever had brought him back was ringing in his ears - a sense of danger. A sense that someone was in severe danger.

And he was staring right at him.

Noct’s eyes trailed up from Prompto’s feet to the back of his head, and the prince weakly reached out a hand as he saw the uncharacteristically stiff posture of his companion suddenly shift his feet - his fists balling into tightened fists. His eyes flashed to the enormous form of Loqi’s machine slowly nearing them, its ominous aura casting them in a dark shadow as the magitek prepared to strike.

Prompto wasn’t moving.

“No...Prompto…” Noct’s voice was barely more than a raspy whisper, and he swallowed against the dry, metallic taste in his mouth as he tried to will the urge to speak - and tell him to get out of the way. They weren’t going to make it, perhaps if Prompto could -

His thoughts vanished from their path when a sudden jolt of pure terror rushed into Noct’s body when he saw Prompto bolt forward at a speed that Noct could only describe as inhuman.

“NO! ”

Noct’s cry tore from his throat as he watched his companion dash forward towards a fallen trooper, and Noct’s eyes widened when the blond simply tore the limb off of the machine in a movement so quick and swift it was as if he was tearing a page out of a book. Pure shock mixed with horror flooded the prince’s being as he continued to watch Prompto rush forward, then leap off the ground to effortless clear the jump it took to reach the top of the massive leg of Loqi’s machine.

What!?

“Noct!”

The prince’s head turned towards the frantic yell, and he found a small bit of his strength restored as he watched as Gladio and Ignis came nearer, Gladio hugging Ignis’s waist as he helped support the limping man towards him.

He was distracted, again, when he heard rapid fire come from where Prompto was currently tearing apart Loqi’s machine, and he winced when he heard the cries from the enemy himself as he found the under part of the magitek torn to pieces by Prompto’s precise bullets.

“Noct -”

Noct didn’t take his eyes away from Prompto, but he could hear Ignis’s panicked voice as he touched his arm. “Noct - are you alright?”

“No - PROMPTO!” The prince called again, watching as the boy easily flipped out of range from the magitek arm that came down to smash into him full force.

He could not believe what he was seeing.

When - HOW was he doing this!? This was nothing that he’d EVER seen from Prompto in his life -

Noct let out a strangled breath of relief when a wash of cool light flooded over him, and he found his senses restored considerably when the effect of the potion encased his body in a warm glow. His eyes flew back to Ignis, wide with fear as the two of them observed the sight of their youngest companion ripping apart the machine that had fallen the three of them.

“What - how -” Gladio’s words were suddenly cut off when they saw Prompto reach into his pocket - swiftly pulling out what was very well a fire-cast.

“SHIT!” Gladio’s strangled cry was all it took before the man literally hoisted the two of his companions up by their arms and shoved them backwards -

The deafening sound of the exploding machine rocketed throughout the fortress. Noct felt his body pressed against the cold stone wall of the fort as Gladio immediately became a protective shield around himself and Ignis as he braced his arms against the wall with his back to the wave of heat.

The prince squeezed his eyes shut as the blinding light from the explosion sent screams of the machine flying across the small fortress, debris falling around them in a flurry of darkened pieces.

No...no, no, no….what was happening…

The prince let out a pent up breath and opened his eyes once the explosion died down. He could see Gladio’s pinched expression hiding pain behind the mask, and the moment he moved to allow Ignis and Noct to move forward, he stumbled forward. Ignis instinctively reached out his arms to brace him before he fell, however.

Noct barely paid any attention as Ignis used his touch to entrap Gladio’s back in a soft, healing light of blue shards - just as a small army of troopers were slowly beginning to enclose on them. Noct braced himself, though he was far too aware that he was in no condition to fight them - they were outmatched -

“NOCT!” Noct felt his shirt grabbed forcefully from behind as Gladio once again tore the prince away - a second later, a flurry of motions too fast to follow began to tear their way through the magitek troopers that had cornered them against the wall. The Shield used the momentum from the sprint to haul Noct a good distance away, Ignis close behind as they escaped the barrage of troopers.

“Stay down -” Gladio commanded as they crouched near the ground, the three of them looking on with wide eyes while the magitek troopers were being quickly dismembered by a rush of turns, strikes, and jabs.

Prompto was not just destroying them - he was tearing them apart.

Noct’s heart pounded with fear.

He had never seen anything like this - it wasn’t even close to animalistic rage - it was clam and precise - the boy’s facial expressions hardly changed as he ripped his way through the small army of enemies. Each strike was well put and precisely placed - not a flaw was made as he effortlessly dodged and countered each attack.

No - this wasn’t the Prompto he knew.

This was someone - something entirely different.

“What in Shiva’s name…” Noct heard Gladio breathe the words beside him, and he barely paid his peer a side glance as they all looked on in pure terror at the inhuman rate that Prompto tore through the troopers.

Noct couldn’t hold back a gasp of terror when the blond turned in a flash and slammed his bare fist into the chest of the last enemy trooper.

“No - NOCT!” The prince rushed to his feet, but he felt himself held back by two strong arms.

The bloody arm that pulled back from the robot dripped onto the concrete floor of the fort as the machine crumbled to the ground. The limb slowly lowered to his side, and it was as if Prompto hadn’t even noticed that he had so severely burned the skin that it striped across his flesh in bubbling red gashes.

That was it.

“He needs help!” Noct ripped himself from the arms that held him back, and he turned to glare at Gladio before he half-stumbled his way towards Prompto.

It was eerily quiet in the fort. Nothing but the soft crackling of the electrical circuits of the fallen enemies filled the silence. Fire burned in his vision - and he could feel the heat from the exploded machine on his cheek as he slowly stepped his way towards Prompto.

The blond’s back was turned fully to Noct - and it was as if he had become as still as stone as he stood, unmoving, in the mess of magitek troopers that he had swiftly ripped to pieces.

Noct gulped down his sudden fear.

No...this was still Prompto…

...he...wasn’t afraid.

Raking a tongue over his bloody, chapped lips, Noct tilted his head slightly as he neared closer to Prompto. “...Prompto…” His hoarse voice was cautious as he slowly approached, his steps slowing considerably as he walked within arms reach. “Prompto…” Noct called again, and he steadily reached out a hand to touch his shoulder. “Prom -”

His vision blurred before him as Prompto’s body turned on him in a movement so fast that he barely had time to register it - in a flash, he found his neck trapped by an iron grip that immediately lifted him off his feet. Noct’s vision clouded as he choked out a gasp, his hands gripping the arm that held him suspended.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest as his airflow was instantly cut off - and though he should have been more concentrated on escaping - every single nerve in his body turned to ice as he looked at the eyes before him.

The usual violet-blue eyes of the Prompto he knew were gone. In its stead were a pair of glowing red irises set against blackened corneas. They drilled emotionlessly into Noct’s own - dead, unforgiving - and completely foreign.

He was going to kill him.

“PROMPTO!” Noct’s feeble struggle against Prompto’s solid grip was proving useless as he tore at the hand that held him fast - and Ignis’s cry of alarm in the background was alerting him to his desperately fading time.

The prince’s vision was fading around the edges, but his alarm, even so, increased when he heard the distinct sound of brandishing weapons behind him.

NO! Don’t hurt him!

“Prompto! It’s Noct!”

“Whatt’re you DOING!?

Ignis and Gladio’s calls were dim in his ears, and he was sure his companions were seconds away from releasing their wrath upon the one that was rapidly draining away his life in his grasp…

...no…

“...Prompto…” Noct’s voice was barely more than a hush of air, and he felt the ability to keep his arms braced against Prompto’s arm drain quickly as his functionality dwindled into darkness.

He heard a gasp.

The instant the noise released from Prompto’s mouth, Noct felt the grip on his throat vanish. He crashed solidly to his knees. Stars danced in his eyes as he allowed each breath to pull in as much oxygen as possible - he struggled against the coughs that wracked his body - and he felt hands on his back as Gladio and Ignis rushed to him.

Hazy vision cleared. Noises, feelings, and sight gradually returned in their functionality as Noct coughed and choked on the struggle to bring in air.

He noticed out of the corner of his eye as Prompto fell backwards, clutching his head as he doubled over.

Ignis’s arms braced him a small bit upwards, and when he finally felt the smooth pull of air enter his lungs, hardly followed by coughs, he lifted a hand - waving away the worried touches. “I’m alright…” Noct rasped, a hand coming up to rub at his throat.

He could breathe...he was okay - but that didn’t mean Prompto was.

His blue eyes flashed away from his companions and eagerly sought out Prompto’s.

He almost collapsed from relief when his gaze met glassy, violet-blue.

Noct’s heart pinched in a sharp ache when Prompto’s anguished face whipped away, his lithe body turning his back entirely on his companions as he doubled over in attempts to make himself as small as possible.

He...knew.

Noct took a moment to breathe as he stared at the crumpled form. He could see that Ignis and Gladio also had their eyes trained firmly on their smallest group member, but their transfixion seemed to be lost in terrible confliction.

No. This was Prompto. He wasn’t...going to hurt him.

Noct shook his head in his new resolve.

“Noct - don’t -” The prince bared his teeth at Gladio as he attempted to hold him back when Noct suddenly moved forward.

“Let go.” Noct hissed in a whisper.

“Gladio…” Ignis’s hand on Gladio’s arm was what allowed Noct to move away from them, and he didn’t turn his head back even as he walked towards Prompto’s curled form.

He refused to allow himself to be overtaken by uncertainty.

Whatever had happened...was over. This - was still Prompto...he was sure of it this time.

His steps clicked on the ground as he cautiously approached, but he bit down the uncertainty and confidently stepped behind him.

“Prompto…” The soft touch that accompanied Noct’s voice was like an electric shock to the poor boy. The blond started suddenly, and his wide-eyed panic was obvious as he whirled around - his feet slipping on the ground as he rapidly scrambled backwards.

“Ah - no.” The blond’s eyes were wide with hysteria, and his voice trembled as he pushed himself further back on his bloody hands. “Don’t…don’t touch me.” The words were a mix between a plea and a demand, and Noct felt his heart constrict tightly as he watched the fear in his partner’s face mask his ability to stay calm.

The prince clenched his teeth as he watched Prompto’s dripping, bloody arm raise in front of his face - using it as a shield against Noct’s attempts to move forward. Steeling his resolve, Noct slowly knelt on the ground so that he was nearer to Prompto’s height, and he slowly reached out a hand - in it gripped a small vial.

“It’s okay, Prompto…” His voice was gentle and non-threatening, ensuring that he portrayed his trust in him with each syllable. His expression softened considerably as he very carefully continued towards him. “It’s okay.”

Prompto’s eyes widened in even further alarm with every move forward - like a fearful creature trapped against the cold walls of a cage. Noct’s effort focused on the reassurance that his companion wasn’t moving away even as he neared. He let a calm atmosphere to befall him as he lifted his hand.

Carefully, Noct placed it directly over the limb, and with a small motion, cracked the vial that he held tightly in his grasp - allowing the soft light to coat the bloody mess in a shimmer of blue shards. Even as the light wrapped over his arm, Noct allowed his hand to softly come down and hold it gently. Prompto’s frenzied eyes didn’t waver from Noct even as the prince slowly moved his hand upward towards the icy fingers, and with a smooth motion, he wrapped his hand around his, ever so slowly bringing it down and away from his face.

“It’s alright…” Noct repeated, his heart beating a bit faster as he was now only within a small distance of Prompto. Without giving him a chance to scramble away, as it appeared he was about to, Noct reached out his arms and pulled him surely into his chest, wrapping his entire body in a warm embrace.

This was the Prompto he knew - but he was damaged. Noct could feel his body shake in his grasp, and two violently trembling arms came up around his neck to cling to him as if he was the only source to ground him.

Noct closed his eyes as he held him.

He couldn’t deny his fear. The panic and worry that he felt for the one he held tightly was maddening. What he had seen - was unimaginable. It broke everything he thought he knew - and yet - Noct knew that it wasn’t him. It wasn’t his fault - whatever had happened.

Dread gripped him, but he held Prompto fast even as doubt threatened to claw its way into his mind.

Noct’s eyes fluttered open as he watched while Gladio and Ignis walked up to them on either side. Noct turned his head slightly as he observed while Ignis stood before them, his expression solemn in a foreign look of resoluteness. The blood trickling down the side of his head made him appear dangerous in the glowing fire light. His eyes were dark with strange resolve, and Noct barely had time to register the twitch of his hands before the man knelt beside the two.

“Hold still, Prompto.” Ignis said suddenly, and Noct’s eyes widened as the man suddenly lifted an object in his hand.

“What’re you -”

Noct wasn’t able to finish his sentence before Ignis had swiftly and calmly stabbed the pointed needle of a syringe directly into Prompto’s neck - the blond companion giving a sharp intake of breath before he instantly crumpled limply into Noct’s arms.

“What -!” Noct’s arms readjusted their grip on Prompto’s now listless body. The dark head whipped up to Ignis as the man stood to his feet, then immediately flew back down to Prompto. Anger burned against the edges of his vision.

“That should reset his configurations - and allow him to calibrate.” Ignis said stiffly as he pulled away, tucking the syringe away in his pocket.

Noct’s eyes flew open in shock.

....what?

The prince could only watch in absolute perturbation as Ignis stepped further away, the blood matting in his hair gleamed in the setting sunlight, and before Noct could think to speak again, Gladio’s booming voice interrupted him.

“Reset his what?” The monster of a man quickly stood to his feet from where he was squatting, and stomped his way over to where Ignis was staring pensively at the mess of destruction of enemy troopers.

Noct’s eyes focused on Prompto - but the blond’s eyes were closed. The prince rapidly reached for his wrist - feeling for a pulse.

It was steady.

His brow furrowed as he studied the lifeless face, and from what he could see, not even his eyes moved underneath the lids - indicating a dreamless sleep.

...what was happening!?

“Ignis -” Gladio’s sharp voice drew Noct’s attention back to where his two companions were standing, and he watched in heightening alarm as Gladio forcefully used a hand to turn Ignis towards him. “You know somethin’.” The warrior stated, his white teeth gleaming as he bared them at the strategist.

Ignis’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “What I know is none of your concern, Gladio.” A gloved hand came up to aggressively shove away the grip on his shoulder - the uncharacteristic frailty in Ignis’s composure cracking through his expression.

“None a’ my - Prompto almost fucking killed us! What the fuck do you mean by that!?” The loud voice echoed across the small fortress as Gladio threw his hands up in the air.

“What the hell are you talking about, Ignis!?” Noct’s voice joined Gladio’s in their frenzied confusion, his arms instinctively wrapping tightly around Prompto in a protective gesture.

It was one of the rare occasions that Noct saw Ignis so obviously conflicted. His hands twitched at his sides, and Noct could see the way his jaw set as he debated on what to say. Finally, the retainer turned away with a sigh, adjusting his glasses as his gaze refused to meet theirs.

“I cannot explain - it is not my place.” He admitted slowly, evident distress in his eyes as he looked upon the ground.

“You - can’t explain - why Prompto took out an army of magitek troopers that’d be too much for the fuckin’ Kingsglaive -  and almost crushed Noct’s throat - because it’s not your place?” Gladio’s words were just a notch above a hiss, and his eyes gleamed in threat obvious enough to stun one where they stood.

“Yes.” Ignis clipped, his green eyes flashing to Gladio in a shine of absolutely unwavering finish.

Silence hung in the air like a dark cloud, and it was only when Ignis turned his back on the three that sound filled the air. “Take him to the Regalia. I have a few calls I must make.” With that, the strategist continued to make his way towards the opposite side of the fort, distinctly reaching into his pocket for his phone.

Noct’s hands clenched as he held Prompto in his arms. His eyes flashed down to the sleeping face, and he couldn’t help the stab of fear from rising in his chest as he watched his companion calmly breath in a restful sleep.

What...did Ignis know? Who was he calling? What was happening? Gladio hadn’t known either? Prompto - what...did he know?

Questions upon questions filled the prince’s mind, and when his eyes connected with Gladio’s - he knew he wasn’t the only one that had been completely left without answers.

Something was terribly, terribly wrong.

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Ignis sighed as he looked down at the notes in his hands, his attention only half-fixated on the words. His steps clicked along the long hallway, and he paused a moment to look out the large windows to the vast city below.

It should have lifted his spirits, but he couldn’t shake off the oddity that had taken away his ability to overcome the tension.

He had...offended Gladio, somehow.

It wasn’t as if Ignis wasn’t free to do as he chose - but the circumstances surrounding his confliction with a certain friend of his at the moment was straining his ability to push it aside as a small miscommunication.

And it had grown more obvious as the days passed.

Gladio was upset, and it was his fault.

He hadn’t meant to do anything to garner such a reaction, but it was a well known fact that he and Gladio had unofficial time set aside for each other during the week, and Ignis had been exceptionally busy lately, not only with Noct’s studies and the new reports, but his task of ensuring Cor’s schedule was prepared as taking up time as well.

That was hardly an issue, however. He was happy to do it. In addition to Cor, Prompto was likely more excited than his adopted father was to have so much time with him. It was obvious how much Prompto adored Cor, and how much Cor adored Prompto - and it brought a tiny smile to his lips thinking that such a small thing had helped them so tremendously.

It was truly his pleasure.

But - there was no doubt it had taken more of his free time. Not much, but still enough to put a small dent in the usual time that he’d spared for Gladio.

Gladio, of course, had been understanding in every meaning of the word. He knew Ignis was busy, and he respected what he did. It was one of the things Ignis found so likeable. He never pushed for Ignis to make time for him, but it was obvious in his delight when he could.

He had sensed something off, though, when Gladio had begun to notice the large amount of times that Ignis had been spending with Cor - and - now that he thought about it, it had truly started the day that Gladio had walked in on himself and Cor sparring.

At that time, that truly was his fault - he should have been looking out for Gladio’s texts.

Gladio had become much more inquisitive about his whereabouts after that, and what his duties exactly entailed when it came to the marshal. It was never aggressive, but it was obvious that his questions went beyond casual curiosity - going so far as to ask if Ignis was still able to keep up his duties with Noct.

Was he afraid that Cor would interfere with his initial job? Ignis knew better than anyone how seriously Gladio took his position as future Shield - perhaps he shared in that seriousness of Ignis’s future role as advisor?

That would certainly be understandable - that was, if he actually had been shunting his responsibilities.

And then of course...the night that Ignis had dropped off Prompto’s uniform.

Ignis bowed his head.

That was his fault, too. He had told Gladio that he was busy that night, and that he wasn’t sure if he would be able to make time for him that night. Gladio had responded in his usual manner - casual and understanding, and it lifted a small bit of guilt off his Ignis’s shoulders when Gladio had told him that any time they could get was good enough.

Though, it was scheduled for tomorrow, when Ignis had dropped off the uniform, Cor had been there, and they had decided to have their small meeting there, instead. However, that had quickly turned to pleasantries - as it usually did. Ignis didn’t even think to turn down the invitation to stay and eat, either. But as the night had progressed smoothly - it had come to an abrupt halt when Gladio had texted him in the middle of his conversation with Cor.

Ignis closed his eyes as he remembered the strange drop in his chest at the received message:

TEXT from: Gladio: youre with Cor?

It was a simple question - barely anything of consequence. Casual curiosity, perhaps - but the strange air that gripped him was undeniable - he refused to let it intimidate him, however, and he calmly typed out an explanation for his being there.

He may have gone into unnecessary detail, however. He just wanted to be sure nothing was miscommunicated.

But - clearly that had not been a success.

The tension between the two of them was dauntingly obvious - and it showed in their recent communications.

Ignis had barely seen Gladio since that night, and their usual continuous text conversation had been choppy and inconsistent. The small times they passed each other in the hall was with a smile and a nod, and barely two words exchanged.

It was his fault.

Green eyes turned to the side as he heard steps coming down the hallway, and Ignis immediately straightened to address the two men coming forth with a bow.

“Good evening, Your Highness.” Ignis greeted steadily giving a respectful nod to Clarus at his side.

“Good evening, Ignis.” Regis replied with a smile. “How fares my son?” He asked kindly, his eyes patient as he waited for a response.

“Well, Your Majesty. He’s excelling in his studies. I have no doubt that he will finish his last year with top honors.” The retainer reported dutifully.

“That is good to hear.” The king nodded, a soft smile pulling at his lips. “You seem a bit tired, Ignis. Is everything well?”

The comment took Ignis so off guard he took a moment to blink.

Was he truly that obvious?

“Nothing warranting concern, Your Highness, merely personal matters, is all.” Ignis answered, deciding that he may as well answer as truthfully as he could at the moment - especially if the king was able to tell - he had just hoped Clarus hadn’t noticed anything.

“Ah,” Regis voiced, “see to it that you take care of yourself, Ignis. Though personal, it does not mean it can’t affect your wellbeing. And please, if there is anything I can do to assist, just say the word.”

Ignis’s lips pressed together, suddenly taken aback by the kindness in his tone.

“That is very generous of you, Your Highness. Thank you.” The strategist bowed deeply, and it was a soft pat on his shoulder that straightened his posture.

“Of course. It is the least I can offer in thanks for seeing to my son’s wellbeing. I shall see you around, then.”

“Until next time, Ignis.” Clarus added, giving him a small nod - Ignis didn’t miss the slight look in his eye, but it disappeared as he followed his king.

Ignis watched as Regis and Clarus passed him, bowing as he did so.

He blinked after them. That had been unexpected - but there was no doubt that Ignis felt a small bit of comfort at his words.

Though, he was right. Personal matters they may be, but they still held strong influence on his ability to perform in his duties.

It would be best if he sorted out this oddity between himself and Gladio at the earliest possible opportunity -

The thought made him cringe with unease. He was still entirely uncertain of how to go about it, and the more he thought about it, the stranger it became. What would he say? That he was sorry? He hadn’t meant to offend him by shunting their usual time together for Cor? He would try better? That he would never do anything to make him upset? That Gladio was really important to him?

Why did that all make him sound so desperate?

Ignis sighed and adjusted the things in his hands, a small ire building in the back of his mind and spurring a headache.

He was truly at a loss, and the more he thought about it, the more distressed he became.

~

Noct tapped his foot impatiently against the hard floor. His lips scrunched together as he regarded the clock laid neatly above the entrance to the training room.

It had been an hour.

Where was he?

It was one of the rare times that he and Prompto actually had free time at the same time -

Well...that’s how it was recently, at least.

Ever since Cor had become a more stable figure in Prompto’s life - the days that he usually shared off with his friend were given to Cor - as the man was able to see him every week now that his schedule had been moved around and managed. Noct would never take away his time with his father, but he couldn’t help but be disappointed that he wasn’t able to spend more time with him.

But...it wasn’t as though Prompto hadn’t given him the option to hang out with him - he easily could have - but that meant he’d have to see Cor - and Noct was still very set on living passed his 19th birthday - so he declined each time he was invited.

That man was truly out to get him.

Though - today it seemed that Cor had moved things around - and he’d be coming later in the week rather than earlier - so he and Prompto had been able to schedule in some time at the range.

He was looking forward to it. He hadn’t seen Prompto’s new skill set with the guns that he had been gifted - and Noct was eager to see his freckled face crinkle up into a happy smile as he used them.

Though - that was looking to be a bit of an issue seeing as it had been an hour passed the time they were supposed to meet.

Noct sighed and walked over the bench, picking up his phone as he looked through for any missed messages.

None.

Could this week get any worse.

On top of being slammed with his “princely duties”, Ignis had been in a very strange mood lately. Much more reserved and way too lenient - to a point where Noct barely heard him sigh when he pushed away the veggies on his plate. His green eyes were tinged with a strange exhaustion. He couldn’t be certain he wasn’t just tired though - and he had pushed it aside as more late nights.

Gladio, though - Gladio... he was certainly in bad straits. The man had been ruthless in their training sessions lately, not giving him any slack at all - it had been brutal. His eyes seemed distant as he nearly hacked Noct to pieces, and several times he found his peer staring out the window - his gaze lost in his thoughts.

Cor’s rescheduling had been the only good thing that had happened that week - but now it seemed as though that wasn’t even going through.

Noct sighed and set his phone aside, but his eyes shot up in alertness when he heard the distinct sound of the training room door open.

His smile broadened on his face as he watched a familiar blond head peek its way inside.

“About damn time.” Noct called from the other side, watching in slight perturbation as Prompto flashed his nervous gaze around the range. “What’s the matter with you? Why were you late?” Noct asked as they neared each other, and the blond adjusted the duffle bag on his shoulder before he replied.

“Uh - ran into a bit of a problem. A 6 foot problem. With a scar. Can’t believe I managed to get away before he saw me…” Noct saw Prompto visible shiver, and he narrowed his eyes in confusion.

“What the hell does that mean? Why is Gladio after you?”

“Dude - I messed up so bad.” His violet-blue eyes widened at the ground as they made their way towards the bench. “I’m pretty sure he’ll eat me alive if he sees me.”

“Wow - mind telling me what you did?” Noct asked, a huff of disbelief edging his tone.

Prompto set down the bag before he continued, placing his hands on his hips. “So, the last time my dad came over - Ignis was there too. I think he told you that, didn’t he?” Prompto explained as he unzipped the bag, casting Noct a questioning glance.

“Yeah.” Noct confirmed, nodding.

It wasn’t uncommon to have Ignis go over to Prompto’s house to drop off his forgotten things - the last time it had been a mended uniform.

“So what?”

“So, basically we all had dinner - but - but I think Ignis was supposed to meet Gladio or something - and I sorta accidentally sent him a picture of him and Cor together. So now he thinks that Ignis blew him off to hang out with Cor at my place - or something. Either way, Gladio is pissed. I’m pretty sure he thinks I did that to brag or something.”

So that was why Gladio had been in such a terrible mood.

“Wow. Is he really that angry?” Noct asked, his eyes widening in slight disbelief.

“Dude - he was going to chew my head off - I’m pretty sure. So I’m gonna play it safe and not get within 10 feet of the guy until they work it out. Those two have been so off lately.” Prompto remarked, shuffling through the bag to pull out a hardened case.  

That was true too.

But...wait...no way. This couldn’t be why Ignis was acted so standoffish. There had to be a better reason. And besides - it wasn’t even as though he was acting that strangely.

“Huh...maybe.” Noct agreed, pursing his lips as he let out a small breath.

Hmm...he’d have to check on that later with Ignis.

“Whelp - you’re alive, at least - and now we can finally use these things.” The prince chippered lightly, watching in delight as Prompto’s face lit up in a joyful smile.

“Yup! You ready to try ‘em?” Prompto’s voice was laced with challenge, and Noct smirked at the glint of competitiveness that glistened in his eyes.

“You bet - I’m not holdin’ back, though.” He chuckled, following Prompto the line of the range.

“Hah, that’d only set you back, my friend. Lemme show you how it’s done.” The skip in the blond’s step was evident as he twirled the gun in his hand, and Noct was quite impressed at the ease in which Prompto handled it.

Perhaps he really wouldn’t need to hold back.

This was likely one of the only times he’d agree to do this - as there was little to no chance Cor would find out about it - they were the only ones here.

The two made their way over to the line, and Noct watched in small adoration as Prompto shifted on his feet, lining himself up perfectly with the targets that situated randomly around the range.

For a second, Noct was almost taken aback by how natural the sight looked.

That wasn’t even considering the second the bullets began.

The prince’s eyes widened as he watched in incredulous shock as Prompto began his barrage of bullets on the dummies in the distance, the blond taking careful steps and lunges to the side to hit the moving targets that started at the beginning of the simulation. His movements were precise as the bullets fired loudly along the arena, and Noct took a small step back as Prompto worked to make full use of the area as he fired each shot in incredible precision.

Woah.

Noct stared in shock even as the barrage ended, and his wide eyes stared openly at Prompto as he slowly straightened his posture, lowering the gun as he did so. The focus in the gleaming eyes died as it slowly melted into confidence, and a small smirk tilted the blond’s lips as he regarded Noct.

“So, what’dya think?” He asked, snark lacing his voice and he rested a hand on his popped hip.  

“That...was amazing.” Noct breathed the words honestly, and he rejoiced in the blinding smile that graced his friend’s lips.

“See! Told you I’ve gotten good.” Prompto’s obvious pride in his abilities was so endearing Noct thought his heart might burst - but the reality of it was that he was impressed.

Every single shot had hit its target - most of them right on the weak point marker.

Damn.

“Damn.” Noct voices his thoughts as he shook his head, gesturing towards the gun in Prompto’s hand. “You been coming here every day or something?” He laughed, running a hand through his hair.

“Nah, not every day - but I come here with my dad a lot - you wouldn’t believe how good he is with a gun.” Prompto laughed innocently.

Noct’s hand froze in his hair - his eyes widening a bit.

Why did that suddenly make his blood run cold..?

It’s not like Cor was going to snipe him or something…

Noct shivered as he reeled in his wandering thoughts.

“He taught me most of what I know - I can’t take all the credit.” Noct watched as Prompto stepped up to him, twirling the gun once before he placed in the palm of his hand, outstretching it a moment later. “Care to give it whirl?” His eyes twinkled in delight.

How could he say no?

“Course,” Noct immediately agreed, taking the gun from the offered hand. He tested the weight in his hand, and noticed with a small bit of curiosity at the weight. It wasn’t light - but it certainly wasn’t heavy.

It was perfectly balanced.

The dark-haired royal made his way over to the stance before the rows of dummies and he carefully placed his hands around the handle while the other came up to balance the weight.

It felt odd - he’d never held a gun like this before. The weight seemed strange.

And it obviously showed.

The minute Noct began firing, he was shocked at the pulse that the thrust delivered - and his hand almost threw back from the force. He reoriented himself - but there was something off in the way he was shooting.

He’d barely hit the targets - and they were nowhere near the intended weak point.

Huh?

“Wow. Didn’t know I was this bad.” The prince breathed as he lowered the gun, and his eyes narrowed at the figure beside him who was currently stifling a chuckle.  “Shut it, blondie. Just gimme another round.” The prince muttered, a bit of embarrassment coating his cheeks as he took his stance again.

“No, no! I’m sorry - I’m just laughing because that’s exactly how I was.” Prompto said with a wave of his hand, his face still flushed from laughter.

Noct huffed and readied himself again, planting his feet firmly on the ground as he lifted the weapon.

“No, no - here.” Prompto suddenly said, and Noct turned his head as the boy approached him. “Quicksilver’s weird in the way that you gotta distribute the weight in between your hands and your feet.” Noct’s eyes followed Prompto’s movements, carefully observing as the blond took a stance next to him, mimicking the way he held the gun. “Like this - keep your feet shoulder width apart, and make sure that you line up the target.” His hands simulated holding a gun as he took the described stance and Noct pressed his lips together as he attempted to take a similar pose.

“Like this?”

He knew he wasn’t doing it right.

“Ah, not really.” Prompto chuckled, stepping closer to the prince.

Noct wasn’t averse to admitting that he was getting it wrong on purpose.

“Like this -” Prompto’s soft scent drifted between them as he stood directly next to Noct, reaching out his hands to adjust Noct’s grip on the gun.

Heh.

Noct couldn’t help the smirk that came to his lips as he allowed the blond to help him. He relished in the feeling of his hands over his, but even more so the way he knew it made Prompto happy that he was showing Noct something that he knew and the prince didn’t.

“Kinda like this.” Prompto said, grabbing onto the handle. “Make sure you’re not stiff in one hand and lax in the other, that’s gonna throw you off. If you’re shifting your target, shift your hands too, make sense?”

“Yup.” Noct agreed with a side smile, and he took advantage of their close proximity to quickly plant a quick peck of a kiss on Prompto’s cheek before he readied his stance.

He could see Prompto’s cheeks flush and a grin upturn his lips, but the prince took his stance and readied himself. Taking into account everything that had been said, his eyes narrowed in focus, and he lined himself up properly, pulled the trigger - and began firing.

“Nice!”

The sound of the last bullet hitting the target rang in the air, and Prompto’s victorious yell followed quickly.

The dark-haired royal stepped forward when a hand came down on his back in a congratulatory pat, and Noct beamed at the endearing look on the blond’s face.

“That was awesome - you’ve totally got it.”

Noct laughed lightly at that, but he twirled the gun once before he handed it back to Prompto. “Nah, I wasn’t even close to your accuracy - but don’t wait up, I’ll catch up soon.” The prince’s voice tinged with challenge, and he couldn’t resist poking a finger into Prompto’s ribs as he made to pass him.

Prompto’s small oomph followed the gesture, his laugh bringing a smile to Noct’s face.

Yeah, he loved seeing him so -

Noct’s steps skidded to a halt the moment he turned his head.

Oh..

Fuck.

“Oh - uh, hey, Dad.”

Prompto’s voice sounded distant in his ears as Noct regarded the figure standing solidly at the other end of the room. His broad arms were crossed against his chest, and a piercing blue could be made out even from such a distance as Cor the Immortal’s eyes drilled into him.

Noct was suddenly sorry he’d given the gun back to Prompto - he was left completely defenseless.

“Hehe,” Prompto stepped up beside Noct as Cor ominously made his way forward -

It could have just been his imagination, but he was sure he saw the dark wings of death fanning out behind him as he made his way towards them.

“How...long you been standing there?” Prompto sheepishly asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

Noct could barely find the strength to move - he was frozen in his spot as he waited for his inevitable death.

He’d seen them. He’d totally seen them.

“Long enough.” Was Cor’s only response, and Noct swore the world tilted for a moment.

Cor regarded Noct specifically for an extended period of time, and he knew that Cor knew. His eyes drilled into him, picking apart his exact thoughts -

This was it.

“I was just showin’ Noct the new set.”

Noct’s mouth went dry as he waited for the marshal’s response - he was going to take the gun - he was going to send Prompto home, then he was going to do away with him - he was going to ensure that he never saw him again - he was going to tear him to pieces - he was going to -

Noct’s eyes locked with Cor’s as his wild thoughts ran amok.

Cor regarded the two for a moment, but it wasn’t long before he made his way towards the weapons rack - and he swiftly pulled forth a katana and a sword.

Huh? He was going to kill him in front of Prompto?

“How about a round, Noctis?” Cor said - and Noct couldn’t help but feel a cold rush of horror run through him at the low tone of his voice.

Oh...oh, Six.

Noct’s hand instinctively reached up to catch the hilt of the sword when Cor tossed it to him, and his heart pounded painfully hard in his chest as he watched the marshal pace the sparring circle.

“We haven’t yet had a chance to spar - and I am curious of your abilities - have you the courage to face me and win, then perhaps I will reconsider my thoughts on your ability to hold your own.”

Blue eyes pierced into his soul, and Noct’ jaw unhinged as a spike of pure dread shot through him.

Oh... Astrals.

He finally understood.

No. This wasn’t a sparring match.

This was a duel.

And the one victorious laid claim to the prize - the prize that was currently watching them with wide, violet-blue eyes.

Cor was dueling him for Prompto’s hand.

For...Prompto...

It was then that something in Noct’s mind clicked - and he felt and odd weightlessness befall him as his eyes narrowed dangerously.

Fine.

He wasn’t going to run anymore - if Cor wanted a duel - then so be it.

Why Noct was so ready to die was beyond him.

Maybe he was going insane - or maybe he was just that stupidly in love.

With a sharp exhale of breath, Noct clutched the hilt of the sword, twirling it in his hand once before he straightened his shoulders and confidently walked up to the circle.

Noct couldn’t be sure, but he thought he noticed a strange twinkle of surprise in Cor’s eyes, but it was quickly disguised when the legend shifted his feet, his eyes lowering as he looked upon the prince’s ready stance.

Noct stared back surely - a sudden burst of confidence rocketing through his being as he felt the atmosphere build in strong tension.

“Uh - I can go if you guys wanna train a bit -” Prompto’s voice didn’t take either pair of eyes from each other’s stares, but it was Cor who responded.

“No - stay, Prompto. Perhaps you’ll learn a thing or two about your future king’s ability to fight. If he truly wishes to protect his kingdom, then nothing will deter his ability to succeed.” Noct was far too aware that Cor was not referring to his “kingdom” - rather one person who was a part of it.

Noct smirked, his eyes flashing. “He knows that already. I’ve already shown him a thousand times over what I’ll do to make sure I see that my kingdom is protected - and if it means I do it a thousand more times, then I won’t step down.”

The prince watched in small fascination as the corner of Cor’s mouth twitched in a smirk, and he set his jaw as he prepared himself.

“Well said. But words only prove so much.” Cor said dauntingly, his hand reaching near the bottom of the sheathed blade while the other placed its grip on the hilt.

Noct similarly copied his motion, and he spread his feet as he readied his stance, a hand adjusting his grip on the blade as he stared hard into his foe’s eyes.

He wanted proof? He’d give him proof.

In the blaze of motion, Noct rushed forward, his feet barely touching the ground as he initiated the first attack.

His blade came down hard on Cor - but Noct wasn’t surprised when the marshal effortlessly deflected the attack, and Noct spun out of the way as the marshal made a move to take advantage of his exposed underside and sweep a leg below him.

Noct’s movements were instinctual as he rolled out of the way, but he was up a second later when Cor came down with a strike of his own. Noct gritted his teeth against the heavy force that crashed down upon his counter - and he waved the blade away and followed it with a slash of his own.

Each hit was deflected as Noct swung powerfully at his competitor - but the frustration behind his movements grew evident as he began to take powerful, yet exposing strikes at his challenger. One particular strike left his side wide open, and Noct let out a yell of pain when Cor roughly kicked the open side, sending Noct crashing to the ground.

“Careless. Your impatience is much too obvious. A proper king takes his time and plans his actions. To rush such things is a sign of desperation and dereliction. A kingdom has no use for such brashness and immaturity.”

Noct bared his teeth as he stumbled to his feet, his hand adjusting the grip on his blade even as the side of his ribs throbbed in pain. He glanced to the side, and he noticed Prompto’s perturbed stare - eyes wide with alarm.

No - no way. He could do this.

“I’m not finished yet.” Noct growled, his stance readying as Cor crouched in preparation.

This time, it was Cor who attacked first, and Noct immediately sidestepped the attack - with sharp eyes, he used the momentary opening to swing his blade down upon Cor’s exposed back, and Noct felt a stir of satisfaction as the marshal barely deflected the attack on time, and it sent him stumbling backwards from the odd angle he had stopped it. Noct took advantage of the weakness in his stance and charged again, a yell ripping from his lips as he again struck with a forceful hit at Cor’s form. He deflected the attack, but Noct had found his rhythm, and he under swept the blade in a sweep of his arms, exposing Cor’s torso fully before him. Noct reached up a leg to kick at it - but was caught off guard when Cor had accurately predicted the movement and spun out of the way, and Noct yelped when the marshal’s elbow came down hard on his back - sending him stumbling forwards.

“Near foul play.” Cor remarked, his breaths panting slightly as he waited for Noct to regain his footing.

“No. I’m just keeping pace.” Noct responded - but he didn’t waste a second longer before he charged.

He had to win. He had to. He was tired of these games - he wanted to be someone seen as worthy in the eyes of the person so precious to Prompto. He couldn’t afford to lose - he refused.

And that determination drove him forward as he and Cor rapidly made work of their blades to undo the other’s defense. It felt as though hours had transpired as Noct worked with all of his might to dig for a weak point in Cor’s defense - but it was as if the man was predicting his every move, and each hit was effectively blocked and countered. The clanking blades loudly filled Noct’s ears, and he gritted his teeth as he realized that each hit was garnering a stronger defensive strike from Cor. It didn’t take much time for the man to learn his habits - and with a swift motion, Cor countered a particularly wide swing from the prince, stopping his blade sharply and following it with a kick to the stomach.

Noct gasped as he once again felt an elbow jab down onto his back, sending him toppling to the floor in a heap. He attempted to turn around and regain his footing, but the moment he flipped his body on his back, he realized that he was left completely defenseless as the tip of Cor’s blade glinted in the sunlight as he pointed directly at his throat.

He had lost.

“You’re far too brash, Noctis.” Cor said after a moment, each heaving slightly from the workout.  “Your feelings control you, and it deters your ability to think beyond to the bigger picture. Your kingdom isn’t a prize - it’s a gift. But you see it as something to be fought for, won, and shown off. What will happen once you achieve this prize? Will you tire of it? Make use of it while it is still fresh?” Noct’s eyes narrowed at the remarks, and he bared his teeth slightly at the insults. “Your actions betray your wishes. At this point - you don’t deserve it.”

It was with that remark that Cor spared him one last glare, and he lifted the blade away from Noct’s neck to sheathe the katana, turning his back on the fallen prince.

“Fine.”

Cor momentarily paused in his steps, but he didn’t look back at Noct’s statement.

“I get it.” The prince said from where he lay, grunting slightly as he braced one hand on the ground and used the other to hoist himself into a sitting position. “I’m not there yet. I’ve got a lot to learn. But I’m going to keep trying - and I won’t give up. You can leave now - but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop fighting for it. I may have a long way to go before I’m worthy of my kingdom, but that doesn’t ever mean I’ll stop fighting for him. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Noct caught the glint of blue eyes as Cor slightly turned his head to regard his voice. The prince clenched his hand as silence filled the air. It was with a deep breath and a wince of pain that he stood to his feet, but he stood tall as he addressed his elder. “You better be ready for that.” Noct finished solidly, staring steadily at the strong back that faced him.

A beat of silence filled the air, and Noct could see Prompto’s wide eyes flashing between the two of them as they waited for a response.

“Hm.” Cor finally let out the noise in light huff, shaking his head slightly as he continued forward towards the weapons rack. Noct watched as the legend placed it back, and his eyes met steady blue when Cor turned to address him. “Then I suppose we will see with time if you stay true to your word.”

Noct stared steadily at the marshal - and it was easy for him to pick up on the silent message that transpired between them.

After a brief fall of silence, Noct allowed a small smirk to come to his lips - and he nodded once in acknowledgement of the terms.

It was to be a test of time and truth, then.

Cor gave him a brief nod in return, then swiftly stepped forward. “I’ll see you come a few days, Prompto.” The marshal called to his son, regarding him with a soft look as he made his way towards the door.

“U-uh - yeah. Cool. Sounds good. See ya, then.” Prompto responded, his voice laced with confusion as he watched his adopted father steadily leave the room.

The sound of the closing door was the only noise that filled the room as the two boys were finally left in silence.

And it was then that Noct felt his legs weaken beneath him, and he braced his hands above his kneecaps as he bowed his torso in disbelief.

He...had done it. Somehow... somehow he had convinced Cor to give him a chance. He wasn’t in the clear, but it was the first step towards Cor accepting him as someone with potential…

He was... so relieved.

“Wow.” Noct looked up to see Prompto trot up beside him, a hand coming down on his sweaty back. “You okay, dude? That looked like it hurt.” He laughed uneasily, his eyes lit with concern as he looked him over.

Noct waved a hand at him. “Yeah...yeah, I’m okay.” A smile tipped his lips, and he took a deep breath before he straightened up fully, suddenly feeling rejuvenated.

He was more than okay.

“Alright...let’s go home.” Noct finally said, nodding once to his companion.

“Uh - right…” Prompto agreed, his eyes shifting oddly between the door where Cor had left and where Noctis stood.

The two made their way over to the bench, and Noctis heaved his things over his shoulder and waited patiently for Prompto to pack his guns. “So...that was weird.” Prompto slowly admitted, his eyes refusing to meet Noct’s as he continued to strap down the weapons. “Didn’t know my dad was so concerned about you bein’ all...kingly.”

Noct bit his lip and looked away. “Yeah...guess he’s just being all protective. He’s like that, isn’t he?”

There was no need to tell Prompto what had truly just transpired between them.

Maybe...maybe later.

“Right...but uh...who were you talking about?”

Noct’s entire body froze.

WHAT!?

Had he picked up on that?

“W-what -uh, what do you mean? Like - my people? The kingdom?” He had attempted to make his voice sound nonchalant, but the stammered words gave way to his nervousness.

“You said “him” at the end. You said you’d never stop fighting for “ him”. Who’s “him”?” Noct refused to acknowledge the slight flush in his own cheeks - as well as in Prompto’s ears.

Oh, Six.

“I dunno what you’re talkin’ about. I said them.” Noct smoothly lied, feigning casualty as he adjusted the strap on his shoulder at the same time Prompto finished zipping up the bag.

“Oh, okay. I must have misheard ya’.” Prompto chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of his neck as he straightened to give Noct a broad smile.

The prince gulped.

He sure as hell hoped so.

“Right - come on. Let’s get outta here before Gladio finds us.”

Noct chuckled audibly at the gasp Prompto let out - and though he may have just been doing it to humor him, Prompto’s pace evidently quickened as the exited the training room.

Noct could happily admit that he’d never in his life felt so glad to have had his ass handed to him.

~

“Gladdy, stop moping.”

Iris’s voice didn’t move Gladio’s head from where it was currently leaned back against the couch, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

“Sure.” He responded, fidgeting with the book in his lap before he let his head fall towards it.

He had tried reading to take his mind off of things, but that was quickly proving useless.

“What’s the matter?” Iris asked, her lithe figure coming around the couch to set down a mug of coffee on the side of the table nearest to him.

Gladio grunted his thanks, reaching for the cup with one hand. “Just tired.” He responded, sipping from the dish.

That was true to some extent, but that was certainly not the whole truth.

He was such an idiot.

“Why do you always say that -” Iris asked with a pout, her large eyes staring pointedly at him as she lowered herself to sit beside him on the couch. “You say that when you’re mad, or you’re sad, or when -”

“Or when I’m actually tired.” Gladio finished, setting down the mug before he reached up his thumb and forefinger to rub his eyes. “Don’t you have homework you need to finish?” He asked, casting his little sister a knowing look

“Finished it already - now come on. What’s eatin’ you? Is it Iggy?”

And there it was.

No matter how many times he tried to convince her that their friendship was purely platonic, she always brought it up in a romantic sense.

It drove him nuts -

Mainly because she wasn’t buying his lie.

“No - it’s not. Now go do yoga or somethin’.” He waved his hand, sliding further down in the couch as he sunk back into further self-loathing.

Gods.

“Are you ssuuureee? You guys fought or something, didn’t you? That’s what Dad thinks, at least.”

Gladio’s eyes shot wide open, and he flashed his enlarged gaze over to the little brunette. “Wait, what?” He asked incredulously, immediately straightening in his spot.

Iris smirked. “So you guys did fight, then.” She confirmed, shifting in her spot.

Gladio narrowed his eyes. “I never said that.”

“Gladdy, come on.” She rolled her eyes as she exhaled the words, flopping back into the chair. “You’re so stupid. Why won’t you just admit it already? I’m not gonna tell anyone!” Her hands flew up into the air as she eyed her brother pointedly.

The brunet huffed and shook his head, turning to lean back into the couch. “Why did Dad say that we argued?”

“Dunno. Just said Iggy looked a little down when he saw him.” Iris shrugged, straightening herself on the couch. “Now are you gonna tell me or what?”

That was way too broad. Was his dad saying that simply because they were both in odd moods at the same time? He knew his dad was aware of their close friendship - but he didn’t think it’d lead him to draw that conclusion so readily.

Hmm.

“It’s nothin’. Our schedules have just been a bit outta sync lately.”

Gladio should have known better to pull a line like that - it had nearly gotten him killed the last time he’d spewed it to Cor.

He couldn’t say he was entirely surprised when a pillow came smacking down on his face.

“Tsch - ow!” He batted away the pillow, rubbing his nose with his fingers as he shot Iris a glare.

“I’m just gonna go ask Noct or somethin’ if you won’t tell me.” Iris pouted, her lips jutting out as she tossed aside the pillow and folded her arms together.

Gladio knew that look.

She was getting what she wanted.

He sighed and flopped back onto the couch. “Really, Iris - I don’t know. Just some miscommunication problems.” He admitted, sighing as he did so.

In truth, he didn’t really know. He didn’t want to admit that he was being overly dramatic - but that’s what it was. He couldn’t fathom why it upset him like it did - and maybe it was because Ignis had reacted to it. It seemed as though he’d try to play it off as nonchalant, but there was an odd tone underneath, and it seeped into Gladio’s ability to play it off as such.

Well - that and the fact that Cor had laid him bare for all to see.

He knew it was useless denying his feelings, but it didn’t change the fact that he couldn’t be certain where it would lead. He was so deeply infatuated with him - and it was part of the reason why he cherished their friendship - was it worth sacrificing because he had foolishly gone and fallen for him?

“Sure it is.” Iris suddenly spoke up, obviously having been studying Gladio’s internal conflict carefully. “Gladio - why don’t you just be honest? Not with me - with Ignis.”

Not again.

“Iris - I am not talking about this.” Gladio fumed before she could continue - raising a hand at her as he kept his eyes fixed in front of him.

“Just tell him that you like him! ” The little brunette continued, throwing her hands up into the air as she all but screamed the words. “How much longer are you gonna keep him waiting!? This is like - classic romance 101!”

Gladio gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to wrap his hand around her mouth to stop her talking.

Ding

Gladio’s brow furrowed as he reached inside his pocket, pulling out the device that had emitted the noise.

He blinked at the message.

TEXT from: Noct: u and ignis better make up

“Oooohh! Is it from Iggy!?” Iris chippered excitedly, bouncing closer to him.

“Tsh - no. It’s from Noct.” He replied absentmindedly - though his thoughts were racing around the meaning of the text.

“Oh! Tell him I say hi!” Iris immediately responded, and Gladio smirked at the tiny blush that came to her cheeks.

TO: Noct: whats wrong (Iris says hi)

He hit send and leaned back, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest.

What...did he mean? He hadn’t done anything - and maybe that was the problem. He hadn’t done anything lately. He wasn’t averse to admit that he hadn’t been keeping up their conversations as normal. Their texts were late and choppy - sometimes even one worded. Gladio had chalked it up to them both being busy - but he knew for certain that that wasn’t the case.

He just - couldn’t sort out his damn feelings.

Ding

TEXT from: Noct: I ate a carrot and Ignis barely cracked a smile (hi Iris)

Gladio tsked and shook his head, stuffing his phone back into his pocket.

Crap. He’d really messed up.

“What’d he say?” Iris asked, eyeing him curiously.

Gladio sighed, then hoisted himself to his feet, not bothering to spare a glance behind him as he made for the door. “He said “hi Iris.”

Time for a run.

He needed to go cool his head.

Chapter Text

There were three distinct birthdays that Gladiolus remembered vividly in his mind - and on days like today - it tended to bring them to light.

The first that came to mind was his 15th birthday.

All had been well for that day.

His father and little sister had gifted him with presents earlier that morning and a nice breakfast had been prepared. Little more was necessary to do for the day, so Gladio had resumed his scheduled duties as normal.

He wasn’t big on announcing these kinds of things, so typically only close friends and family even knew about the special occasion.

He was fine with that.

But when he had gotten to the citadel to train with Noct that day - he had been surprised when he as informed by the guard that the prince was sick. It wasn’t unusual for that to happen - but the most confusing part was when they reported to him that Noct had requested to see him in his chambers immediately. Mildly confused and alarmed, Gladio had done as he was told and made his way to the room.

His initial thoughts were that Noct wanted to apologize for missing another session, as they had very recently just begun to understand one another and probably didn’t want to damage their relationship by skipping out, but that was not the case when Gladio entered the room.

The young boy was sitting up in his bed, medicines and tissues around him. He looked impressively tired and flushed, but his eyes lit up when he saw Gladio enter the room.

“Jeez, you look like hell, kid.” Gladio had said with a laugh, approaching the bedside. “This is what you get for not eatin’ your veggies.” He quirked an eyebrow at him, smirking as he did so.

Noct sniffled and glared at him, but the sneeze that followed broke his expression. “No way. This is your fault.” He grumbled, reaching for the tissue box.

Gladio blinked at him. “Huh? How’s this my fault?” He said abashedly, folding his arms together.

“Cause you didn’t tell me it was your birthday today - so I couldn’t think of anything else to get you.” Noct pouted, his cheeks puffing in frustration.

Gladio furrowed his brows. How had he found out in the first place -

Iris.

Obviously.

“Er - uh. Sorry? So you got sick ‘cause I didn’t tell you?” Gladio asked, eyeing him a bit confusedly.

“No - just - ugh, - here.” Noct said, reaching beside him.

Gladio reflexively caught the thing that was thrown at him, and his eyes grew wide as he looked down at it.

His hat.

His favorite hat.

He’d found it.

He’d lost it a few days prior when the wind had whipped it off of his head while he was taking a walk. He’d remembered complaining about it, but he didn’t think Noct had been so perceptive as to pick up on it - or remember.  

“I went to go find it - but it rained on me - then I fell into a pond when I tried to get it.” Noct admitted - a mixture of embarrassment and frustration staining his cheeks.

Gladio took a moment to gape at him - but his expression morphed completely when he threw his head back in laughter at the pouty face, the sound loud and genuine.

This kid…

He wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling slightly. He took in a deep breath and shook his head, regarding Noct with a bright smile. “This was really thoughtful a’ you Noct.” He said after a moment, watching as the big blue eyes flashed up to him.

He had really been thinking about him.

Gladio let out a breath through his nose, then casually leaned forward and ruffled the prince’s dark hair. He kept it on his head until Noct turned to look at him, his flushed face the picture of adorable.

Gladio smiled.

“Thanks.”

Yeah, he’d never forget that one.

On his 15th birthday, he was given the gift of honesty.

*

The next distinct birthday was his 21st.

There were few things that Gladio hated more than people intruding or imposing on his personal life. He kept most of his personal feelings and emotions out of the mix, so when they were realized by people that he did not want seeing, it bothered him.

But...this day had been odd in the sense that it was one of the few times he appreciated it. Especially in the manner in which it had been presented.

It had been a ridiculously busy day and Gladio was flustered.

Training with the guard had been more brutal than usual that day, and he kept finding himself running back and forth between his responsibilities to Noct, the archives, and the training grounds. He had a lot to do before he was sworn in in a few weeks -

And it was driving him mad.

So he wasn’t exactly in a good mood when he returned home, he was just about ready to flop into bed and sleep away his bad temper. He’d debated visiting his home that day at all - but he knew what it meant to Iris that he was there on his birthday.

He had been stopped mid way up to his room, however, when Iris had called to him.

“Gladdy! Prompto dropped something off for you! I put it on your bed!” The little girl had called.

Gladio paused for a moment, but called back shortly afterwards: “Thanks, Iris!” - and continued up to his room.

He knew it was likely a gift; but he was surprised by gesture - he had gone out of his way to come all the way to his place simply to drop it off? And Gladio hadn’t even been there?

It was unnecessarily kind.

When he had gotten up to his room, he found a small wrapped package laying neatly on his bed, on top was a note that was characteristically scribbled in Prompto’s handwriting.

Gladio had tentatively picked it up and opened it.

Hey big guy!

Happy birthday! I know it’s kinda weird for me to be dropping stuff off at your place but i really wanted to get this to you. Ive been working on it FOREVER. I think youre gonna like the last one hehe.

Happy birthday!

P.s - don’t show Ignis please

Gladio narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the last words

What the hell did this have to do with Ignis?

He set the note aside and reached for the package, undoing the wrapping paper.

For a moment, he simply stared at the cover of the gift.

It was a photo album - and the first picture in the center was the crest of the Shield with his name in the center.

It was very aesthetically pleasing with the swirls mixed nicely in with the font of his name. The rest was bound in soft leather, and he ran his hand over the material in slight awe of it.

Wow.

He opened the first page of the album, and was immediately pleased by what he saw. Pictures of the citadel cast in a myriad of brilliant sunset colors covered the first two pages, and he briefly remembered the tiny conversation he’d had with Prompto about how he liked how it looked -

The boy was way more perceptive than he’d given him credit for.

The next few pages were similar - though some had pictures of himself and his companions in various poses. Funny, epic, nonchalant, etc. The last images were particularly interesting, however. They each held a picture of his individual friends.

Noct was standing amongst the gardens of the castle, epically posing as wind whipped around his hair.

Prompto’s picture consisted of him giving a big thumbs up to a Cup Noodle stand in the citadel.

Iris had her own little picture - the girl smiling brightly while holding a vase of roses while a blue flower crown donned her brunette head.

Gladio had absolutely no idea how he had managed to take a picture of Cor smiling - though Prompto had likely used his advantage of being his adopted son to convince him to do so.

Clarus had opted to pose with Iris again, his eyes shining in genuine happiness as he and Iris stood next to each other.

This was...so thoughtful. He loved each and every one of the pictures so far. It was obvious how much thought Prompto had put behind each one - the boy had been questioning him lately in what he liked in pictures - but he hadn’t realized that he was doing that to put this together for him.

Prompto had been asking about it for so long he didn’t even give thought that it was perhaps for his birthday.

There were even a few pictures of his various friends in the crownsguard amongst them - it was so thoughtful.

They were all of his favorite kinds of pictures, but it was when he reached the last page that his heart jumped slightly.

He barely registered the tiny piece of paper that slipped out, as his eyes were completely fixated on the image.

It was of Ignis.

It was a close up of his sleeping face, sound and peaceful in a cushion of pillows and blankets. The filtered light cast him in a soft glow. His hair was uncharacteristically unruly, and it stuck up in various ends and partially covered his face in light brunet strands.

Gods was it cute.

This was...everything he wanted in a picture of him. Seeing his walls down and defenseless...it was incredibly endearing.

It rang off a few alarm bells, however - as it was quite obviously different from the other individual pictures of his friends…

Gods...Prompto didn’t... know, right?

He snapped himself out of it when he realized that the slip of paper had fallen at his feet, and he bent down to pick it up, opening it with twitchy fingers.

Got this one when we all went to that overnight carnival thing. I’m not a creeper, but I couldn’t resist. thought youd like it hehe

Seriously please dont tell ignis

Gladio stared dumbly at the note - attempting to decipher any meaning behind it.

They hadn’t told anyone - at least as far as Gladio knew…

He shook his head.

Maybe this was just a little joke between them. Gladio reassured himself with the notion that he tended to like to ruffle their heads and mess up their hair - maybe Prompto was just picking up on the fact that he found bedhead particularly funny...

He gulped as he stared at the picture.

It certainly wasn’t a... funny picture though…

Gods.

Regardless, Gladio felt a smile come to his face for the first time that day, and he shook his head once, regarding the last picture on more time before he shut the album.

He'd keep this with him forever. It had been made with him in mind, - each picture held a memory of the people and places he held dear.

The gift had completely turned around his bad mood.

On his 21st birthday, he was given the gift of kindness.

*

It was the memory of his 19th that brought a soft smile to his lips.

It was this day that he could legitimately say he’d forgotten that it was his birthday. He hadn’t been home lately, his studies in college were keeping him away -  even though he tended to forget his birthdays initially, it was Iris and Clarus that usually reminded him.

He was away, however, and finishing up his first year in college. Busy wasn’t even an accurate testament to his schedule. Running from his classes to the citadel back to his classes was work of itself, and that wasn’t even counting the things he had to do when he got back to his apartment - and it was downpouring - with no signs of it stopping - which had increased traffic.

Gods.

Gladio threw back his head as he flipped close the textbook he was currently studying, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as he finally completed his last task. He sat back in his chair staring blankly up at the ceiling in his small apartment.

Man…

He placed a hand on his stomach when he heard it growl, and he pressed his lips together as he looked at the pantry with only a few Cup Noodles left.

He sighed.

He’d not eaten today yet - he was going to end up devouring two of his precious Cup Noodles again.

Oh, well.

Ding dong

Furrowing his brow, the warrior pushed back his chair and stood to his feet, sauntering over to the door.

Who’d be here this late at night?

Especially in this rainy weather?

He stepped up to the door, unlocked the handle, and pulled it open.

His heart jumped in a mixture of delight and confusion.

At first, all he could do was stare straight into the green eyes tinged with annoyance. His jaw was set as he stared back just as intensely, and his expression relayed to Gladio that he was not exactly pleased at the given moment.. .

Uh, oh.

“Gladio.” Ignis greeted staley.

Oh, shit. He was in trouble.

“Hey, Iggy.” Gladio finally responded, his eyes doing a once over before he locked with his again. “What’re you doin’ here?”

Could he have sounded any more stupid? He at least could have said something like: It’s good to see you, or I missed you, or lemme get your things.

Because gods had he missed that face lately.

That clearly resounded with him as Ignis’s eyes narrowed a bit further. “Do you not answer your calls or texts anymore?” The younger man said impatiently, “I’ve been trying to contact you all day.”

Oh - SHIT.

He hadn’t even glanced at his phone that day. Not even so much as a look - in fact - he was pretty sure he’d left it on his bed this morning and hadn’t even noticed.

But - Ignis wouldn’t go so far as to drive all the way to his place if he wasn’t answering his calls...

“Uh - no, I - I forgot my phone today…” He answered dumbly, scratching the back of his neck. It was only when Ignis shifted the bags in his hands that Gladio realized that he was making an even bigger fool out of himself. “Uh - shit, come in. Sorry.” He apologized, stepping out of the way as Ignis gingerly walked in.

He shut the door behind him and clasped his hands together, watching as Ignis set down his wet umbrella, amongst other things, and turned to address him.

“You could have perhaps told me you’d be busy enough today that you couldn’t respond.” The strategist said - a tint of bitterness on his tongue as he neatly set aside his things. “I had no idea how to get a hold of you.”

Gladio furrowed his brows.

This was weird.

Ignis was typically very understanding of his busy days. This had happened before when he wasn’t able to contact him until later that night and explain himself - and Ignis had been caring and kind-worded as always.

He always understood if Gladio was kept away from their conversations.

Had he messed that up somehow?

“I’m sorry, Iggy - I really didn’t think that it’d be a big deal.” The warrior said sheepishly, suddenly intimidated by Ignis’s piercing eyes.

“You didn’t think it would be a - “big deal”?” Ignis repeated incredulously. “That’s terribly inconsiderate of you, Gladiolus.” He finished with a frown.

What in the gods names -?

Wow. He’d really ticked him off.

“I’m sorry, Iggy - I don’t know why you’re so upset. I’ve done this before an -”

“-Indeed. But I had hoped you have a small bit more wherewithal on the matter considering it is your birthday .” Ignis interjected, his hands coming up on his hips as he continued to glare solidly at him.

Gladio felt his body freeze.

Oh... oh….OOOOHHHHhhhhhh…

Wow.

He’d completely forgotten.

And it quite obviously showed on his face, as Ignis’s brow furrowed just a second before he brought up a hand to brace his forehead. “Ah...I see. You’d forgotten, then.” He said calmly, rubbing at his face.

Yup. Totally and completely.

“Yup.” Gladio admitted openly, harshly pressing his lips together as his guilt swelled in his chest.

Dammit. Ignis had probably been calling and texting him all day - along with the others. He didn’t even want to know the whooping he was going to get from Iris - as he’d completely ignored her. Prompto would pout - and Noct would go take a nap. And Iggy - well...yeah…

Gladio shut his eyes as he let out a deep sigh. “Shit...I’m...really sorry, Iggy. That was - wow. I feel really bad.” He admitted, using a thumb and forefinger to rub at his eyes.

Shit.

Ignis regarded him for a moment before he sighed and turned away. “Though, I suppose this makes more sense now.”

There he went again. All understanding.

But...Ignis had driven all the way up here...for him? Was he agonizing over it all day? Probably. Had he been trying to plan the day with him in mind? Probably. Was Gladio a complete and utter idiot? Definitely.

“Ah...can I get you somethin’? Somethin’ t’drink or eat or whatever?” The warrior spoke up after a long pause, deciding that he may as well try to make amends now.

Ignis’s eyes cast up to him, an uneasy light beneath them as he shifted his feet. “Actually...I was hoping I could do that for you.”

Ignis’s gaze fell to the bags on the table, and that was when Gladio noticed exactly what they were filled with.

Oh, gods. Likely all of his favorite things.

Gladio’s face melted into a soft smile, and he nodded once. “That’d be great, Iggy.” He said sincerely, and he took a few steps towards him, watching as Ignis’s eyes met with his. “- I’ve been dying for some a’ your cooking.” He used a hand to gently tilt up his face, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. “Kitchen’s all yours.” Gladio’s heart fluttered slightly as Ignis’s hardened eyes softened considerably and a gentle smile pulled at his lips.  

“Very well.” The strategist conceded with small nod.

The two of them made work to prepare the ingredients, and just as Gladio had thought, it was all of his favorite things - well - besides Cup Noodles that was. Meat skewers, potatoes - and he had even managed to sneak his favorite wine.

Leave it to Ignis.

They’d indulged in small conversation and easy laughs. Gladio’s heart felt lighter and his mood shift each second he stood in the presence of his cherished one. Though it had only been days, it felt as though weeks had passed since they’d spent any quality time together - and he knew that that had played a significant role in his fraying patience.

The meal had been fantastic, as it always was - especially since it had been made with such care and thought in mind. After they finished, they’d quickly retired to the small couch in his living room, each with a glass of wine and many stories to share about their recent ventures in school, work, and their personal lives.

The mood changed, however, when they both fell into a comfortable silence, listening to the soft music Gladio had set in the background while the gentle rain poured outside.

He was about to speak, but stopped when Ignis chose to first.

“I...suppose I should give this to you now, as I see no better time.” Ignis had said slowly, hesitantly reaching into his back pocket.

Gladio watched in curiosity as he pulled out a small, wrapped brown package, tied neatly with a dark rope, and held it in his hands for a moment.

“Pardon the terrible wrapping...I was hardly given time…” It was evident he was trying to avoid sounding embarrassed, and it made Gladio’s lips rise in a tiny smile.  

Gladio laughed lightly at the remark, reaching forward to take the offered gift. He exchanged a single glance with him before he turned his attention to the small wrapping - and he carefully undid the neatly tied twine and let the loose wrapping come apart as he pulled a the edges.

His eyes widened.

It was...a necklace…

And not just any necklace.

“I’m not sure if you’ll recognize it, but it’s in replication of the Lucis’s fifth King’s Shield: G -”

“Gladiolus.” Gladio finished immediately - knowing exactly what it was the moment he laid eyes on it. “It’s…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence as he reached for the jewelry, picking up the long string of beads linked together with silver shards dotting in a patternized order. At the end hung two crossed silver bars, and he ran his thumb over the material, marveling at the weight and the quality.

“I wouldn’t give this to you unless I truly believe that you may uphold the namesake you’ve been given.” Ignis said after a brief pause. “Gladiolus was a fearsome and loyal warrior to his king - righteous as he was courageous. He was the embodiment of strength and protection - though that did not define him. His character was awe inspiring, and all who knew him offered him their sincerest trust.” Gladio was transfixed on Ignis’s smooth motion as he reached for the necklace, gently taking it from his hands. “And that it was I see in you.” Ignis’s arms reached above him as he easily looped the long chain around Gladio’s neck, but Gladio could barely look away from the honest eyes that followed his movements. A small pause filled the space between them as Ignis finished smoothing out the necklace, his hand lingering on his chest. After a small pause, his eyes flashed to his as he reached up to caress his face with both hands. “I see strength not defined by muscle; but character.”

The rush of movement that followed the words was amplified when Gladio dove forward, his lips trapping Ignis’s in a movement so fast he had barely registered it. Ignis must have been expecting it, though - as he allowed himself to fall back, wrapping both arms around Gladio’s neck as he passionately returned the gesture.  

Gladio found himself attempting to pull back, realizing soon that he was quickly unraveling - if they continued at this pace -

But Ignis had locked his arms tighter around his neck, and the rest of his resolve was lost against his mouth. He kissed him gently - somewhat cautiously to test the waters, but it wasn’t what Ignis wanted. Not in this moment - not after so much time time spent apart. Gladio felt him tangle a fist into his shirt, pulling him harder against him. A soft groan emitted from deep in Gladio’s throat, and he wrapped his arms tighter around Ignis’s body, gathering him against his chest - any self control lost to the warmth of their entangled bodies.

It was a gift that he could hardly comprehend - it was beyond anything he deserved.

It wasn’t just a physical gift - it was something that meant far beyond that.

It was a gift of Ignis’s trust.

And though he may not have felt himself worthy of such a sacred thing, he continued to hold him against his warming body - relishing in everything he exposed to him in that moment.

It was a gift that had no price - and he would wear it proudly for the rest of his life.

On his 19th birthday, he was given the gift of trust.

*

Perhaps there was no accurate way to judge what gift meant more to him - but it was the moments that lead to this that allowed him to see how they had manifested.

Even as he lay against the couch, eyes heavy with exhaustion, he smiled at the two figures sprawled on the small hotel room floor, practically toppled on each other as they sought warmth from the chilly ground.

Innocent in every sense of the word - kind in Prompto’s gesture to offer him the couch that night, and honest enough for Noct to offer only small protest before they had passed out on the ground.

The warmth he felt against his shoulder from Ignis’s head laying against it was proof enough to Gladio that, even vulnerable, Ignis trusted him wholeheartedly enough to let his barriers down enough to sleep soundly next to him.

No. He couldn’t decide what meant more to him - but combined - the gifts were something that had truly made this day into one of his fondest memories.

On his 24th birthday, he was given the gift of unconditional friendship.

Chapter Text

Sunset light coated the haven in an ethereal glow, the light from the Oracle’s blessings on the stone gently shimmered as it prepared for dusk.

Gladio would have thought it’d be beautiful, but the circumstances at the moment were hindering his ability to appreciate the nature around him. In his arms he carried a stack of firewood, and he ambled his way up to the top of the haven, glancing with hard eyes towards this two companions.

Noct sat next to Prompto, his hands smoothing out the blanket that was placed over the blond’s sleeping form.

It had only been a day, but it might as well have been a week.

Gladio sighed and made his way over to the fire pit, squatting down as he began to place the pieces of wood on the side.

It was all terribly confusing.

*

Gladio’s fingers drummed along the side of the Regalia, his hip leaning against the the vehicle while he impatiently waited for Ignis’s return.

Noct was in the back seat with Prompto, the blond resting against him while Noct’s fixated eyes remained locked in fear upon his face.

Gladio was about ready to scream.

Whoever Ignis was talking to - he had better come back with an explanation from them - and soon. This was getting worse by the minute.

Brown eyes darted upwards as he noticed Ignis’s figure come over the top of the hill, and he straightened his posture as he waited for their companion to join them.

He’d better have an explanation ready.

“So?” Noct asked, his voice still raspy from the fight when Ignis walked within earshot.

Ignis cast a glance their way and sighed. “I know it may seem as if I hold the answers - and I was hoping to glean more, but that has not proven available at the moment.” His green eyes flew between the two of them before they landed on Prompto, and Gladio noticed the obvious strain in his expression as he looked on.

“Well - great - then tell us what you do know.” The warrior growled, his emotions fringing with unease.

Ignis shot him a look. “What I know is barely of any use, and it would be wise for us to wait for Prompto to wake before I indulge you with speculation.”

Gladio’s jaw dropped. “You expect us to believe that you don’t know anything? When you go and spew shit like “reset his calibrations and configurations -“ and just so happen to have a syringe that’ll do just that?” His tone rose dangerously, and he found himself taking an involuntary step forward as his rage became him.

“There is only one thing I can say that is certain -” Ignis said, glancing down at the blond. “And it is that Prompto has kept a secret from us that we were not prepared to face.” With that, Ignis leaned down and picked up the limp wrist, slowly undoing the belts around it until the glove slipped off.

Gladio’s heart stopped at the same time Noct gasped.

A barcode.

“What in…” The warrior breathed, leaning in closer to peer at the strange mark.

“I will not make any assumptions - but these markings are those of -” Ignis stopped, releasing the hold on the wrist before he continued, “they are the markings of the magitek troopers - each embedded with a code.”

Gladio wasn’t processing it - and his eyes automatically fell to Noct, who looked as though he had just been drained of life. His pale-blue eyes dropped to the sleeping boy beside him, but it was with a bit of shock that Noct hastily reached up and snatched away the glove from Ignis’s hand - a fierce glare replacing the perturbation.

“He’s not a magitek.” The prince hissed, focusing on sliding the glove back on Prompto’s hand.

Gladio hummed his agreement. “Sure doesn’t look like one to me.”

“Perhaps not. Again, this is why I cannot speculate - as we simply don’t know.”

The warrior’s eyes flashed to Ignis. “You know more than we do - how the hell else did you know to inject him with that syringe!? That this was a magitek mark? Then you go and make this “call” - I’m not buyin’ that, Ignis.”

Ignis’s head fell as he once again let out a deep sigh. “I will tell you everything I was told once Prompto awakens - which, unfortunately, may not be for a few days, as it may take a while to...reset.”

Gladio could feel the way Ignis cringed on the word, and Noct visibly did so as he listened to him speak.  

“Regardless, it is important that we return to camp as soon as possible.”

Gladio was still buzzing with questions.

Ignis still wasn’t telling them everything, and he was itching to demand more answers - but he decided it could likely wait until they all cooled down enough to talk.

The three silently agreed - and without another word, they made their way back to the nearest haven.

*

He could barely believe that had only been a day ago.

Gladio shook himself out of the memory and glanced over at Noct, and his eyes wandered around the site for any sign of Ignis.

Gone.

“Hey, Noct.” Gladio called as he finished setting aside the last piece of wood. “Where’d Iggy go?” He swiped his hands together as he stood to his feet, placing his hands on his hips.

The prince’s eyes flashed to him, and he narrowed his eyes as he looked around. “I - I don’t know. I didn’t see him leave.” He said in confusion, glancing around the site.

Gladio’s eyes narrowed. “Right, I’mma go look for him.” He decided, nodding to Noct as he set off in the most likely direction Ignis had gone.

Ignis had done this the day before, too. He’d left for a few hours, saying he had more “calls” to make.

Well - whoever those calls were to, he was planning on finding out.

With that resolve, he moved deeper into the wooded area, and he glanced up when he briefly thought he heard the sound of voices. Narrowing his eyes, he peeked around a tree and noticed a small, badly destroyed shack just a few yards away -

With a voice emitting softly through the shambles.

“Hmm…” Gladio ventured his way forward, and as quietly as he could allow, he crouched to the ground and snuck his way forward. Taking a breath, he moved his way to the wall of the small structure until he could more easily make out the sounds coming from within.

It was definitely Ignis.

“I realize that -”

Gladio was almost startled at how close Ignis was to his side of the wall, but he remained still even as he listened.

“There’s not much else that can be done at the moment, I’m afraid.”

What...what was he talking about? Who was on the other line? Why was he telling this person about what was happening?

“Of course.”

He seemed calm and reserved even as he spoke - and it was much to Gladio’s wonder how. The information that they had been given so far was rendering them unable to draw any conclusions - and it just made him wonder all the more about why Ignis was disclosing this information to someone that he wouldn’t even share the identity with to him or Noct.

“I understand your concern, he is your son, after all.”

Gladio’s eyes shot wide open.

... what!?

His son?

He was talking to Cor!?

Of course...he should have known that Cor would be aware of this - it made much more sense now that he thought about it. The marshal would likely be aware of his adopted son’s past - but to what extent? Had Cor known that Prompto would lose control of the dormant genes? Was that something he had been willing to risk when he sent him out to join Noct in his quest?

It was terribly confusing - and enraging.

How... how had Ignis known about this and he and Noct left in the dark - it made no sense. Gladio was aware that he and Cor shared a bond developed through years of their close work in Insomnia - but this was something that affected each and every one of them - and jeopardized their safety.

As his duty as Shield, Prompto was a risk to Noct - to them all.

Questions buzzed in his mind, and he tried to quell the tremble of rage that balled his hands into tight fists.

Ignis...was hiding something. These secrets formulated questions that were unbecoming of who Gladio thought he was - it was...terrifying...and he couldn’t help the small hand of doubt that gripped at his resolve....

What else was he keeping from them? What other secrets was he refusing to disclose to his supposed trusted allies…

...to him.

Was he not worthy of his trust?

Gladio clenched his teeth together as his array of thoughts scrambled his mind, and shut his eyes as he tried to calm the anger.

“Of course, then I shall see to it that I keep a close eye. He should wake within the next day or so - Yes. Of course. Until then.”

The warrior didn’t bother to watch as Ignis hung up the phone, and he quietly shunted away from the sight low to the ground as to not be seen.

No.

That was it. He wasn’t playing this game anymore. Cor and Ignis had kept a secret from them that had nearly gotten them killed - if he wasn’t going to tell him what he knew - he would demand to know.

Everyone has a side to them that they don’t want anyone else touching - but this was a side of Ignis that Gladio had never seen before - a side that was putting them in danger...

His heart constricted painfully as he was loathe to recognize the trust that was slowly waning in his companion.

~

Night had fallen shortly after Gladio had returned - and it was a few minutes later that Ignis followed. Noct had inquired about his whereabouts, but Ignis’s vague answer left them in a frazzle of mistrust.

They had opted to fill themselves with Cup Noodles that night - as it was on odd circumstances that each of the companions regarded one another. Noct had chosen to stay beside Prompto outside the tent that evening, as he was loathe to be next to his companions who were so obviously mistrustful of their youngest member.

Gladio hadn’t blamed him, he simply shook his head and agreed - leaving behind the chair next to the firepit to retire to the tent.

Which was what brought him to where he was now.

He couldn’t believe that Cor had been in on this…though, it shouldn’t have been that big of a blow. Prompto was his adopted son, after all. But why wouldn’t Ignis have shared that with them? What was the reason? Every time they asked about the boy - Ignis had simply diffused it by telling them that they would know when Prompto woke up - which was to be in a few days or so.

Gladio shut his eyes as stress pulled at his core and he fell back against his pillow only to stare blankly up at the tent.

What a mess.

He barely spared the time to glance over at the entrance of the tent as Ignis came through, and he felt his jaw set as the man regarded him with a tilt of his head.

“I’m aware you’re troubled, Gladio. But just give it time.” Ignis’s soft voice filtered through the tent, and he waited patiently for Gladio to respond.

“It’s not bothering you - you already know what you need. And for some damn reason you won’t tell us about it.” The warrior’s voice was deep with anger, and he felt a twitch in his fingers as it tugged at him.

“I cannot. It’s not my place - and I refuse to attempt speculation. I know only little more than you, please believe that.”

He was so sick of those words.

He debated for a moment telling him that he knew he had been talking to Cor - but he still clung to the fact that Ignis may have had a reason to keep it from them - and he decided to wait until he chose to speak up about it.

Gladio huffed as he pulled himself up in a sitting position, his legs crossing as he turned to glare at the strategist. “I don’t know what to believe anymore.” With that, he stood to his feet, shaking his head as he made his way for the exit - but he paused. “I don’t know why you’re not tellin’ me, Ignis...am I that untrustworthy?”

He resented each word.

It was something he had attempted to keep locked away - he refused to admit that he was...hurt.

They had been sworn to each other’s sides. Everything they had been through up until that point - nothing had ever gotten in the way of giving each other’s trust. This was the first time that he had so desperately wavered in it - and it hurt .

“Gladio…” Ignis’s voice was soft, and he felt a gloved hand on his shoulder, prompting him to turn towards him. “You will see with time why I have to do this - just wait. Prompto will explain everything, and you’ll understand.”

The touch felt strange, and he shook his head before he turned to face him. “I just don’t know why you won’t even bother tellin’ us about this - Prompto’s in trouble, too! Ever think about that!?’ His voice rose a notch, and he tried to remain calm even as his doubts leaked through. “What if there’s something we can do to help him? What if Noct can do somethin’ to help? You’re all certain that -”

“I can’t be certain of anything, Gladio.” Ignis interrupted with a snap, his eyes shining in slight distress. “It’s -” He stopped mid sentence to let out a sigh, turning his head away. “It’s...not something I ever want to discuss...but I...fear for Noct…”

Gladio’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and he felt his mouth unhinge as he took a step closer. “Whatt’you talking about, now?” The warrior said, putting a hand on his shoulder to slightly turn the other man towards him.

“I...have no wish to say this,” Ignis sighed heavily, a hand coming up to brace his forehead, “but Prompto may be his undoing. Using him as such a crutch - it endangers Noct’s life. It’s obvious in every way that Prompto is his weakness - his blind side. Even us - we were powerless to stop Noct before he approached him in the fort - he was almost killed, Gladio.” Ignis’s eyes flew to him - there was a look of soft resentment that laid so far beneath that Gladio thougth he had imagined it - but it startled him so much so that he took a step back. His eyes widened as he continued to speak. “You are Noct’s Shield - yet even you refused to take action. That - that is what I fear.”

Gladio’s chest ached in a pain he’d never felt before.

No...he...hadn’t meant for that to happen. He had tried - but -

Gladio turned away, the silence ringing in his ears.

He...was right. He hadn’t done anything. He hadn’t moved - he hadn’t stopped him. He had remembered the twitch in his fingers, the urge to rush forward - but he was stopped...because it was Prompto. He had doubted himself - doubted what he was seeing. And it had almost killed Noct - the one person he was sworn to shield at all costs.

He was...right.

And that was the same for Noct.

Noct had put himself in danger - twice. Without thinking, he had gone forward - and put himself at the mercy of Prompto’s capabilities.

And it was all because of what they thought they knew. Nothing was certain - as was evident in their actions. Even still, they waited anxiously for Prompto to wake - without knowing what the outcome would be.

He...was right.

Gladio’s eyes flicked around the dark surroundings, and he balled his hands into fists as the thoughts tore apart his resolve.

“I realize your confliction, Gladio. It is mine as well.” Ignis said sincerely, turning fully to face him. He raised a hand, the gloved fingers gently caressing his cheek. “I have all faith that you will do what you believe is right, but right now...you must realize that the consequences of inaction have jeopardized your King’s safety. Noct’s weakness of mind towards obvious danger will be his downfall.”

Brown eyes flew back up to the shining green, and he set his jaw tightly as he processed the words.

He could not believe he was hearing this. Was it his urge to protect that so readily allowed Ignis to deduce that Prompto was a danger to them? To Noct? It obviously troubled him greatly , but it was unsettling to see him so resolved in his decision…

Gladio let out a breath, lifting a hand to push away the one that touched his face. Without another glance in his direction, Gladio moved his way passed Ignis, ducking his head as he gruffly exited the tent.

He spared not a glance back as he continued his way forward, his feet pounding lightly on the ground as he moved. He briefly thought he heard Noct call his name, but he ignored it and carefully, yet quickly, made his way off the haven.

~

“Gladio!”

Noct’s voice rang unanswered as he watched Gladio disappear from view, his large form quickly swallowed by the darkness of the woods beyond. The blue eyes fell in light distress, and he pressed his lips together as he looked to the side at Prompto’s sleeping face.

Noct couldn’t help but think it had something to do with...him.

He shifted in his spot and pulled his knees up to chis chest, placing the top of his chin on his knees as he looked beyond at the moonlit woods.

He barely knew what to think.

His gaze shifted to the right when he saw Ignis slowly emerge from the tent, evident distress in his eyes as he looked towards where Gladio had disappeared.

They must have argued.

The prince sighed and turned away, his forehead replacing the position of his chin as he pressed it against his legs to block out his surroundings.

“He’s upset, is all.”

Ignis’s voice drew lifted Noct’s head towards the direction the noise came from, and he watched as his keeper took a stance next to him.

Noct nodded silently in return, his eyes returning to the woody area Gladio had disappeared into.

“Though...it is not entirely unfounded.”

Noct furrowed his brows as he turned to the strategist.

He knew they were all upset - no one knew what was going on - Gladio and Noct least of all. The past day had been unsure and terribly distressing. Questions upon questions stacked on top of one another as each moment continued.

“I know he’s upset. Especially when you won’t give us a damn explanation for what’s happening.” Noct responded bitterly, dark eyes fixated on the distance beyond.

He heard Ignis sigh, but he didn’t spare him a glance when he spoke.

“I understand that...but I’ve told you before that what I know is minimal. Even I await a proper explanation...though, I certainly dread it, as well.”

Noct’s brow furrowed, and this time he turned his head fully towards the strategist’s pensive face. “What do you mean by that?” He asked after a brief pause.

Ignis flicked his eyes at him. “It’s not a secret that Prompto put us all in danger. What I fear is if his excuse will -” he shook his head before he continued, “be enough for us...for Gladio.”

Noct’s chest constricted.

...what? Be enough for Gladio?

The prince stared openly at the man before him, his brain sorting through his thoughts in attempted to formulate a sentence. “I - what...what do you mean? What did he say?”

Ignis spared him a sorry glance. “Noct...his trust has been...badly shaken. If Prompto will not provide a plausible reason as to why he chose not to inform us of his condition, drastic measures may be taken. Gladio may -”

“Are you saying he’ll - hurt him!? Kill him!?” Noct flew to his feet so fast it was a near blur of motion, his eyes staring wide at the man before him.

No - no. That was not possible. Gladio would never -

No...he wouldn’t...right? Even so - Noct knew that Prompto had a better explanation for them - something that would make them all see the truth. But whatever that truth may be, it was something they would all work through together.

Gladio wouldn’t…

Noct gulped as Ignis’s eyes cast to the ground.

Ignis knew Gladio better than anyone.

Would he...really do something if he thought Prompto was a danger to them even after he woke? Would he take that as a sign that he needs to fulfill his role as Shield? Is that what they had been talking about? Noct knew that Gladio took his duty incredibly seriously - would he go so far as to hurt his own companion if he thought it would be the best way to keep him safe?

...would he kill him?

The prince’s heart pounded in his chest.

“I hope...it will not come to that. But he’s in a fragile state, Noctis.”

“And what will you do? Will you stand there?” Noct asked, his hands clenching to fists at his side.

Ignis pressed his lips together before he turned away. “I will do everything in my capabilities to see that it does not come to that. It is with hope that we wait for Prompto wake - and give us a proper explanation. Until then...be wary.”

“If he so much as looks at him wrong…” Noct hissed dangerously, a sudden rage burning in his heart.

He didn’t know what to think - he didn’t know who to trust.

Gladio was known to be quick to anger and quick to action - would he deem Prompto a threat - Ignis was telling him that he would eliminate him.

No - he would stop him.

It was hard to imagine - but the state that they had all been put in since Prompto had fallen to his secret was rendering them all a fragile mess. Their resolve unhinged and their decisions emotionally driven - it was a dangerous time for them all.

But regardless, Noct would see that he would protect his companion - whatever it took.

It was with that resolve that Noct whipped his head away, his teeth baring at the distant trees as he watched with darkened eyes for the return of his teammate.

~

Gladio’s feet pounded on the grassy terrain.

This was too much. Everything Ignis had said - was it true? Was he failing them?

Who was he to trust!?

Noctis was ready to give himself to danger at any mention of Prompto’s name.

Ignis was hiding secrets from him that caved in everything he had thought he’d known about him - communicating with a person that he refused to disclose.

And Cor - Cor had willingly sent his son to journey with the Chosen King - with a secret so dangerous it had nearly killed him.

The moonlit grass was like glass in his eyes as he belted out a roar, his fist coming down hard upon a nearby tree. His breaths huffed in the silence, and the pain that radiated through his hand helped clear his mind.

He was so lost. And so confused. What was he to believe about anything? His faith was shaken, and he shut his eyes against the unending barrage of doubt that threatened to tear apart his resolve.

He retracted his hand and turned his back against the tree, slowly sliding down so that he could prop his elbows up on his bent knees while his arms hung inwards. He let his head fall back against the wooden texture, and he stared up at the shining moon.

Why...why had this happened. They had been bound by the force of trust and friendship - it was the bases upon which they had set out in the first place. It was all falling to pieces before his very eyes -

And he still didn’t have any answers.

He blinked up at the woody area, and pressed his lips together.

No. He’d get them.

With a sigh, Gladio reached down into his pocket with his bloody hand and swiftly pulled out his phone. He filtered through the contacts, and once he found the one he was looking for, he touched the call button and pressed the device next to his ear.

He doubted he’d be around - but perhaps if he left a message -

A soft click interrupted the ringing.

“Gladio.”

Gladio was almost stunned into silence at the voice - but that quickly dissolved into rising anger.

“Cor,” His voice was little more than a hiss, “you mind tellin’ me why you an’ Ignis have been keepin’ these secret messages going between you? Why is it that you guys thought it’d be a good idea to keep that from us!? Do you realize what could’ve happened!?” Gladio’s voice hitched a notch higher, baring his teeth into the phone as he spoke.

“Gladio - Gladio, stop -”

“Your duties as marshal don’t excuse the right t’ keep a fuckin’ weapon of mass destruction hidden amongst our ranks - even if you thought Ignis could’ve handled it, you still -”

“GLADIO!”

Gladio’s voice cut off when the shout through the phone almost made him drop the device, but his rage seethed into his body even as he waited for him to continue.

“Gladio - enough...tell me what you’re talking about.”

The warrior withheld the urge to snarl out his response - how dare he feign this confusion.

“I’m talkin’ about your son. The one that’s half MT - and the one that almost tore down a fort in less than half a second - and almost killed Noct - that ringin’ a bell? It’s the only thing you and Ignis have been talkin’ about for the last day and a half - sound familiar now, marshal?” His words were little less than growl of deepest resentment, and he dug one hand into the grassy terrain as he attempted to keep his temper in control.

Silence rang on the other line.

Gladio opened his mouth - ready to shout into the phone again, but stopped when Cor finally spoke.

“Gladio, listen to me very carefully. I’m not sure what you’re referring to, but I was not made aware of this. I need you to tell me exactly what happened.”

Gladio’s heart dropped.

Wait...what?

“What kinda game are you playin’ with me, Cor - you know what happened. You’ve been talkin’ with Ignis since yesterday.” Gladio’s voice became a bit more unsure as he continued on, and he flicked his gaze around his surroundings as he waited for a response.

“Gladio - I haven’t spoken to Ignis since we last met at Keycatrich.”  

Every fiber of his being turned to stone as he listened.

He...hadn’t been talking to Cor? Then who in the gods names was Ignis talking to?

“Now, I’m going to ask you again: what happened?”

Gladio’s jaw unhinged as he listened to him speak.

The question rang in the air for seemingly a lifetime -

He was at a loss -  it was supposed to be Cor that provided that answer to him -

And the silence that befell him was something more sinister than he was prepared to handle.

~

Dim lights hung from the ceiling in perfect rows. The walls around the edges of the ship were well lit with neat stripes of the Imperial Army insignia.

Soft steps clicked down the hallway, and it was the opening of the door that slowly prompted Ignis Scientia to raise his head at the coming intruder.

Glazed eyes narrowed as he looked upon the the slim glasses, well suited attire, and green eyes -

A mirror image of himself.

He found his teeth baring as his imposter let a sly smile come to his face - the look something Ignis deemed unfit for his own lips.

“My...that is quite the expression. Do you not like what you see?”

The use of a perfect replication in the fluctuation of his voice made Ignis’s hairs stand on end. But even so, he felt his upper lip twitch in silent anger as his clone tilted his head at him.

“Well...I do.” Ignis watched with careful eyes as his own body made its way forward, with each step a dark mist arose under his feet.

“You are most helpful, dear Ignis. Every word out of your mouth is like a honey-coated trap - you should see they way your friends cling to your every syllable. It’s quite endearing, actually.” The burgundy haired man appeared from out of the mist as he continued forward, the dark magic having served its purpose in transforming him back into his original form.

Ignis clenched his teeth as Ardyn neared, the older man kneeling in front of him with something close to sneer dancing in his face. “You have been quite the tool in helping me tear them apart, you know...they’re simply in...a quandary of distress. And to think I’ve only just begun.”

The lights around him hazed in his vision as the drugs in his system prevented him from more than staring coldly at the visitor, but he ensured that his eyes remained trained steadily on his captor.

No...he wouldn’t let this get to him...he refused. They would - they would realize that something was wrong...surely.

He tried desperately to sort out his muddled thoughts, and he felt chains clink around his bound wrists above him as his hands clenched together in frustration.

“Poor Noct, the boy is so befuddled - hardly knowing what to believe anymore about his dear Prompto. It’s heartbreaking watching as he feigns such certainty - truly. Betrayed...by those he thought closest to him...with his heart set on waiting for the boy’s wakening. Oh, the face he’ll make when he realizes what’s become of him...brings a tear to my eye.

Ignis blinked his heavy eyelids, refusing to mumble so much as a small response to the mockery. Though the man’s face in his every line of sight was beginning to wear on his composure, he kept his expression still as he waited for him to end his monologue.

This was all to confuse him - wear him down. He wouldn’t give in - Noct would realize soon that this was all a setup - and Gladio would surely follow -

Ardyn seemed to dig into his mind as he watched Ignis fight with his own inner thoughts, and a smirk of pure devilish joy tilted the corner of his lips as he continued. “Ah...but I suppose...it is the most devastating to see such a proud warrior fall to the doubts of his comrade, mmm?”

Ignis couldn’t help the flash of his eyes towards Ardyn, a tinge of dread leaking into his expression.

“Ah - yes. Truly unfortunate. The questions unanswered, his closest, dearest friend shutting him out - it casts a darkened light on their friendship - but...the true travesty is the fall of trust - and of unwavering loyalty towards his beloved.”

Ignis’s breath hitched slightly, and his lip twitched in response to a small snarl that tugged at his mouth.

If he could just think straight...

Ardyn merely smiled wider, his eyes falling in a false sadness. “What’s Gladio to believe when his dearest Ignis keeps such devastating secrets from him? What’s he to think when it is his own love that tells him that the Chosen King is perhaps falling to the weakness of his trusted friend Prompto? Why does he plant such doubt? What use is a shield that cannot defend? Even from the inside?”

Ignis clenched his teeth together as the words continued on, and he looked to the side as he attempted to keep the piercing gaze from picking apart his thoughts.

“Though...perhaps a comforting touch or two would restore his faith…” Arydn’s hand came up to lightly grab Ignis’s chin, turning his face towards him with a half-lidded smirk. “He longs for you, you know...I can see it.” The deep eyes gazed into his own - still and manipulating as he spoke. “- and you for him…” The low voice sent a chill up his spine, and he set his jaw as Ardyn continued. “...do you miss him now, Ignis?”  

Igns’s felt his heart quicken as a black mist once again rose up around Ardyn’s form, and slowly but surely the grip on his face wrapped into a black mist, the hand that held his chin becoming strong and calloused as the rest of his body formulated into a figure of considerable difference.

His green eyes blazed with a mixture of shock and fury as he looked upon Gladiolus’s perfect replica.

“Perhaps I can help with that.” The deep voice was low in perfect similarity to the Shield, and Ignis forcefully turned away his face as the amber eyes bore directly into his.

No... no.

He would not...be used like this. It was all a game. This was…

He couldn’t think.

Gladio’s warmth, his eyes, his voice, - it was all before him, twisting the very core of his certainty. It was Ardyn -

His thoughts cut off when a low, ominous chuckle escaped from Gladio’s lips, and Ignis shut his eyes against the terrible likeness that knelt before him. “You cannot hide your inner wishes from me, Ignis...I can see through you clear as day.”

The odd wording coming from Gladio’s voice was strange and foreign, and Ignis closed his eyes against the image before him, refusing to acknowledge the presence that Ardyn was twisting his mind with.

No...this wasn’t him. It was all a game - he refused to budge in his mind...even as his heart wavered.

And he remained still as the forceful sensation of the pair of lips crushed against his in a dominating kiss.

Chapter Text

Cor’s steps matched with the ones next to him as the sunset rays shone softly through the clouds into the city. He could see the great wall of the city out the outskirts of the street that they walked through, and he couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate the awe inspiring sight.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had taken a walk simply for the pleasure of it.

Click

Cor turned his head towards the sound of the shutters, blinking at the sight of the smaller blond beside him lowering his camera.

“Heh, that’s a good shot.” Prompto chippered, glancing down at the screen. “You look all - glowy.”

Cor took a moment to process the meaning, but eventually a soft smile came to his lips and he let his eyes fall back to the path before them.

Normally, someone doing something so brash as to have a picture taken of him would have miffed him, but the fact that his son had even mustered up the courage to do so said a lot about how far they’d come in the past few weeks.

There was no end to the amount of joy he felt in these moments. Simply being able to walk beside him was something that he would barely have had time for in the past. The last few weeks had been remarkable in the progress that they’d made with each other. He’d learned so much and seen so many new things - and though he dully noted one of those things being his infatuation with the prince, he was still happy to be able to learn everything he could about him in the time they had together now.

Even something so small as the gesture to take a picture of him.

He was glad.

“You have a good eye, Prompto - but, I wish you would have taken it from my good side.”

Cor’s smiled broadened in soft delight as he listened to the young man let out a fond laugh, and his eyes twinkled as he continued to make his way forward along the sidewalk.

“Next time I’ll ask.” Prompto finished with a chuckle, pausing slightly to tuck away the device. “Speaking of which - thanks again for the camera. This thing’s amazing!”

The marshal turned slightly to offer the young man a nod, and he smiled as he spoke. “Of course, I’m glad that you like it. I hope that you’ll show me more of what you can do with it later on.” He said affectionately.

“Course! Not a problem.” Cor noticed however, a strange furrow in the blond’s brow, and his perceptive eyes flashed down to where he was currently rubbing his wrist.

His eyes narrowed. “Is something wrong?”

Prompto’s eyes immediately widened as he released his wrist, waving a hand as he plastered a smile on his face. “Oh - nope! All good, heh.” His voice was just a small bit too fast in releasing the words, and the marshal slowed his steps as he stared directly at his son.

“Prompto.”

Prompto’s eyes refused to meet his, instead opting to reach up a hand to nervously scratch his head. “It’s really nothing, it just itches sometimes.” He finally admitted, shrugging it off as he attempted to continue their normal pace.

An odd silence fell between the two of them as they continued their walk, and Cor couldn’t help but cast his eyes to the side, watching for any change in the young man’s expression.

Itch was not an accurate way to describe it - Cor knew that much, at least. He barely withheld from shutting his eyes as a rush of memories threatened to undo his resolve.

*

The night seemed darker than normal - perhaps it was because the lack of moonlight. The stars were brilliant - but they cast a strange shine among the street lit path.

It was one of the few times that he was able to visit in the last few weeks, and even then this was to be just for a short amount of time. He wanted to try to see Prompto at least once, however, before he started high school in a week.

It was late, so he’d likely be asleep, but perhaps in the morning he could manage to get a few hours in with his adopted son.

The marshal took in a breath, rubbing his tired eyes as he closed the car door behind him and continued on the short walk up to the front door of the house. There was something odd in the atmosphere, however, the second he opened the door.

Late it may be, there were no lights on as he made his way forward - and no response to his sudden entrance. Furrowing his brow, Cor slipped off his shoes and glanced around the home.

It was as empty and lifeless as it ever was.

He sighed and adjusted the grip on his bag as he entered further into the home. He lifted the bag and set it on the table, and he narrowed his eyes as he looked upon Prompto’s open bedroom door.

Hmm.

With careful steps, he glanced inside -

Empty.

Cor’s brow furrowed further as he looked around the small home. “Prompto?” He called out, glancing towards the small living area - and that was when the small slit of light caught his eye from the closed bathroom door. He was tempted to wait for him to come out - but his heart thudded in his chest when he heard the distinct sound of soft crying emitting from the other side.

Icy dread filled him.

He quickly stepped up to the door, rapidly knocking against the wood. “Prompto - are you alright?” He asked loudly, knocking again as his hands twitched to the door handle.

“ W-wait. Don’t come in.” Cor’s eyes widened at the sobbed plea, and he took not a second longer before he twisted the handle and swung open the door.

Every nerve in his body froze at the sight.

Violet-blue eyes were bloodshot as he trembled in his spot. Tears streamed down the freckled face from where he sat on the side of the tub. In his lap lay his arm in a blood soaked towel, and in the other a small kitchen knife was clutched in his shaking hand.

Terrified eyes stared up from where the young boy sat on the edge of the tub, his eyes blinking widely up in terror.

Cor forgot how to breathe.

“Prompto -” His voice was barely a rasp of air as he practically tumbled to his knees beside the blond, his hands reaching up, but not touching, the bloody mess that lay in his lap. His eyes stared wide at the gash where the barcode lay, sloppy cuts had been made around the edges, but it seemed as though he had quickly become impatient and begun to dig at the marking in harsh slashes.

“Why…” Cor could only breathe, his hand opening and closing as he fought with the urge to do something.

Prompto’s soft crying resumed then, his entire body trembling in what was well pain and terror. “It-it burns -” his voice cut off as he bowed his head and let out loud sob, his shoulders shaking from the force of the cries that wracked his body.

Cor’s eyes fell back to the wound, and gently reached up a hand to grab hold of the knife, slipping it out of the light grasp with barely any effort. He tried to keep the tremble out of his own hand as he set it aside. He then slowly lifted himself so that he could sit on the edge of the tub directly next to him.

“Prompto…” He spoke softly, and without wasting another second, he reached forward with both arms and wrapped the boy in a warm hug, laying a hand behind his head as he pulled him into his chest. He shut his eyes as the sobs continued, but it was when he felt two arms lift and desperately cling to his back that he felt a small part of him break.

He hadn’t been there for him. He hadn’t known. He had no idea what was happening with his son, or that the mark on his wrist had been troubling him as it did.

He gritted his teeth against his own self-loathing - and he suffocated in the burning feeling of blood soaking through his back from the clinging arm.

*

Cor’s downcast eyes remained distant as the memory faded, and he sighed once before he turned to the blond. “You can tell me if it’s bothering you.” He said at last, watching for his reaction.

“Nah, it’s good. It just gets weird now and again.” Prompto responded flippantly, waving a hand - though he still refused to meet Cor’s gaze.

“I see…” The marshal said lowly. “You’re not any different from anyone else, Prompto.” Cor said after a brief pause, staring at him fully. “You know that.”

Cor watched carefully as an empty smile lifted Prompto’s lips. “Yeah, maybe.”

The marshal’s eyes dropped to the ground as they walked, silence once again filling the space between them.

Did he still feel that way? That he wasn’t normal? He clenched his teeth as another wave of guilt wracked him. Perhaps if he had just been there to reassure him...

“I know I haven’t been - there for you, as much as a father should be. I’m sorry.” Cor said after a long stretch of silence. “I want to do what I can now, though.” He admitted, odd honesty lacing his tone.

Prompto stopped and furrowed his brows. He stared at him for a moment before he shook his head. “What are you talking about?”

Cor blinked at him.

“I’m not sure I know anyone else who’d take in a Nif baby - especially one with a barcode. I’m not exactly adoption material, but you did it anyway. You’ve done more for me than anyone else would - I’d say that’s doing a lot.” Prompto’s lips tipped in a side smile, and his eyes genuinely sparkled in gratitude.

Cor clenched his jaw.

He wasn’t worthy of that.

He remembered vividly the small cries coming from the wreckage that they had stormed through...broken glass and shattered doors. Sounds of clashing weapons raged outside - his feet pounded on the ground as he searched the base for the control center - and he heard him then.

Gentle cries - and it lead him to a small cryotank - the glass had been shattered, releasing the fluid inside and waking the small baby within.

Not even a year.

Hands reached forward automatically, noting the small black marks on the tiny wrist…

Not a magitek.

A baby.

“Bringing you back wasn’t the hard part.” Cor said after a brief pause, resuming his steps. “It’s seeing to it that I took responsibility for you. And I neglected that for a good portion of your life.”

“You didn’t though, Dad.” Cor’s eyes turned to the resolute voice, his eyes peering curiously at Prompto’s profile. “You did what you could - I’m not the only person you’ve got responsibility for. I’m not stupid. You're the marshal, I know what you do - you told me.” He laughed lightly. “But you tried to help me anyway. And I’d say you did a pretty good job of that, I mean - I’m not exactly normal son material - but that’s just who I am. You know?”

Cor tilted his head, barely believing the words that he was hearing.

All of this time - he had been loathe to admit the notions that perhaps Prompto resented him to some extent for not being there - for not being a normal father who saw to him as one should. But Prompto had never thought that way. He had simply been grateful for the chance that he would be able to leave behind his past and live among people as a normal citizen.

“I don’t belong here,” Prompto continued after a brief pause, “and I’m not your son, but you’ve always treated me that way even though I took away a lot of your time. I mean - that’s good enough, right?”

Cor paused his steps.

He refused to admit the clench in his chest frayed at his composure.

Cor bowed his head, letting out a breath as he processed the words. “Prompto - you are my son.” He said firmly, staring straight into his eyes. “You are every bit my son as I could have ever wanted. You don’t belong anywhere but here - it doesn’t matter where you’re from. If I had a choice, I’d do it over again in a heartbeat.” His voice was sincere as he had made it in a long while, but he continued to stare steadily at the young man.

He watched the characteristic curl of his lower lip as Prompto nodded slightly, his blond hair shining in the light of the setting sun.

“You’ve never taken up my time, Prompto.” Cor continued, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Every second I get to spend with you is precious to me. You’re all I could have ever wanted in a son - and I am so proud of who you’re becoming.”

He felt a strange weight fall from his shoulders.

He’d finally said it. Said exactly what he had been harboring all those years.  

Cor’s eyes widened slightly in alarm as he watched the shining blue eyes slowly turn glassy, and the blond bowed his head before he suddenly rushed forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Cor’s torso in a tight embrace.

The marshal took a step back to brace himself, but it wasn’t even a second later that his arms wrapped around Prompto in return, breathing in as he held him in a warm embrace.

“Thanks, Dad…”

Cor smiled at the muffled voice, closing his eyes as he gave the young man a tight squeeze.

“I love you, Prompto.”

More than he could possibly say.

~

Noct’s eyes were half lidded as he stared across the dinner table, eyeing his advisor with blatant irritation.

No - not irritation at his advisor - but a certain friend of his.

Damn Gladio.

Noct sighed and leaned back in his chair, tossing his phone on the table before he folded his arms harshly against his chest as he waited for Ignis to spare him an ounce of attention.

“Yes, Noct?” Ignis asked, not bothering to look up from the other end of the table as he flipped through the binder in front of him.

“You’re annoying me.” Noct pouted, watching as Ignis first quirked an eyebrow before he turned his face towards him.

“Why’s that?” He asked, clearly disinterested in the answer.

“‘Cause you’re gloomy. It’s annoying.” The prince responded instantly, staring dead at the brunet in front of him.

“I apologize if it seems that way. I can assure you that I’m perfectly content at the moment.” Ignis responded, his green eyes falling back down to the reports at his desk.

And there he went again - lying.

“Why won’t you just tell me why you and Gladio fought?” Noct asked incredulously, throwing his hands out beside him.

Ignis sighed and shook his head. “We haven’t fought, Noct. He’s simply busy - and our recent schedules have conflicted. That’s all.” The strategist explained patiently - yet Noct could sense the slight frustration in his tone.

“That’s so stupid - and it’s even more stupid that you’re not telling the truth.” The prince furrowed his brows harshly, his lips scrunching together as he regarded his advisor sharply.

“What would you like me to tell you then, Noct?” The question seemed to be innocent, and the tone none-aggressive, but if Noct hadn’t known better - he would have just said Ignis snapped at him.

“The. Truth.” The prince prodded -

Ding dong.

Noct frowned - then realized soon exactly who was at the door.

Nice timing, too. He thought before he rolled his eyes.

The prince watched as Ignis stood to his feet, sighing as he did so as he went to get the door.

Noct listened to the tell-tale signs of Ignis opening the door and he couldn’t help the small smirk that came to his lips as he listened to Prompto’s eager voice.

“Hey, Ignis!”

Noct shook his head as he stood to his feet, deciding that he might as well make his way over to the couch where he and Prompto usually spent their evenings.

“Hello, Prompto.” Noct listened as Ignis replied in his usual calm manner, and he watched as the two rounded the corner after a moment.

“Did you not bring an umbrella?” Ignis inquired, and that was when Noct caught sight of Prompto’s form - not soaking - but certainly wet from being in the rain for a moment or two.

“Nah - forgot it.” Prompto answered casually, shrugging off his pack as he discarded it haphazardly on the ground.

“You walked here in the rain?” Noct asked, staring confusedly up at his companion who was waltzing his way further into the apartment.

“No.” Prompto chuckled. “My dad dropped me off.”

Noct’s eyes widened.

He - Cor what!?

“Cor dropped you off?” Noct asked, shock unhinging his jaw. “He’s okay with you coming over here?”

Wow. He...had really done it. Cor was open enough to him to even drop his son off at his place -

It filled him with both dread and happiness -

He certainly had expectations to fulfill.

Prompto rolled his eyes, obviously not catching Noct’s internal conflict. “Noct - my dad isn’t out to get you.” The blond reiterated, shaking his head - though a smile replaced the look a moment later.

Noct could feel something oddly chipper about him.

“Something good happen?” Noct asked as he watched Prompto approach the back of the couch while Ignis took his seat silently at the table.

“Yeah, I had a really good day. My dad and I went for a walk - I think I managed to keep some good shots earlier of the wall, too - the rain makes for a good setup.” Prompto responded happily, flinging himself over the side of the couch to land softly next to Noct.

“You and Cor went for a walk in the rain?” Noct asked, eyeing Prompto suspiciously from where he sat.

“No - hah - no. We went for a walk before it started.” Prompto chuckled.

“You’re weirdly happy.” Noct remarked again, turning to tilt his head at him.

“Yeah...I just...I had a good day with my dad…”

“You guys go do somethin’ fun or whatever?”

“I mean - I like spending any time I can get with him, but today was - just nice, I guess. He told me some really cool things.” Prompto attempted to make it nonchalant as he shrugged his lithe shoulders, but Noct could feel the joy rolling off him in waves.

“Like what?” Noct inquired further, suddenly intrigued.

“Just that...he told me what I meant to him and stuff...it’s just - it’s nice to hear. ‘Cause I don’t think I really ever knew that until he...told me. It’s not like I didn’t know - but - when someone tells you what they’re thinking, you don’t really have to wonder anymore if you’re just imagining it. Ya know?”

Noct nodded absentmindedly. He was very happy to hear that - and even more so intrigued by the fact that Cor had so openly displayed that side of him - it was definitely a step forward in their father-son relationship -

“Ignis?” Noct suddenly voiced, peeking over Prompto’s shoulder as he looked towards the table Ignis sat at.

He briefly felt concern rise in his chest as he stared at his advisor. His green eyes were glued to the ground, and his harshly furrowed brow was indication enough that his thoughts were quite clearly tearing him apart as he stared hard at the solid structure.

Noct had never seen such obvious confliction in Iginis’s expression before - it was almost unsettling.

“I - apologize. I just realized I have something I must do at the moment.” The advisor said quickly, yet calmly, his hands making fast work of the paper as he gathered them up in the binder.

“Oh - yeah, okay.” Noct voiced confusedly, exchanging odd glances with Prompto as they watched Ignis rush to gather his things.

What just happened?

“My apologies for this, I’m afraid it can’t wait.” The strategist said as he walked towards the end of the room towards the exit. “I’ve left desserts in the fridge, and your homework is finished - other than that, will you be alright on your own?” Ignis asked as he reached for his coat on the coat rack, slinging the material over his arm.

“Ignis - I think I can handle it if you leave an hour early.” Noct said a bit flabbergastedly, tossing him a pointed glance.

“Very good.” Green eyes flew between Prompto and Noct as he nodded. “Then, I’ll be off. Until tomorrow, Noct. Prompto.”

The two barely had a chance to open their mouths in farewell before the strategist had bolted from the room, the door closing behind him in a soft slam.

The rain pounding against the windows was the only audible sound in the room as Prompto and Noct openly stared after Ignis’s vanished form.

“Is he gonna be alright?” Prompto suddenly asked, looking to Noct in mild concern.

“Yeah - I think so.” The prince answered, a tiny smirk pulling at his lips as he vaguely wondered if it had something to do with their recent conversation.

Hm.

“Hope so, never seen Ignis in such a hurry before.” The blond flopped back against the couch, and Noct noted with a small bit of pleasure the proximity that allowed him to catch the scent of Prompto’s shampoo.

“Yeah...sometimes he’s like that.” Noct agreed, nodding to himself as he stared out the rainy window.

It was nice today - the sound of the pouring rain in the night sky, the calm atmosphere that settled between them…

It wasn’t a moment later that Noct fully acknowledged that they were very much.... alone.

The prince plastered and easy expression on his face and turned towards Prompto, noting the strange expression that also crossed his face.

Hmmmm…

Noct casually reached a hand forward and touched the damp silky bangs that hung at the sides of Prompto’s face, watching in slight bemusement as Prompto turned towards him at the contact.

“It’s getting longer.” Noct remarked casually, though the smirk at his lips drew higher as Prompto nervously flicked his eyes back and forth.

“Ah, yeah. Hair does that.” The blond remarked, reaching up a hand in attempts to push away Noct’s.

Noct immediately released the grip, but traded it for Prompto’s hand as he snatched it when it was near enough to his own. The prince let a slightly devilish smirk come to his lips as he brought Prompto’s hands near his lips, tenderly kissing his fingertips as he looked on at the blond’s widening eyes.

“I like it.” He said lowly, again kissing Prompto’s hand as he stared unabashedly at him.

Prompto visibly flushed.

That was it.

Noct didn’t waste another second before he used the grip on Prompto’s hand to move forward, prompting the young blond to fall back onto the side of the couch as Noct aggressively towered over him, one hand pinning Prompto’s wrist above him while the other pushed down his chest.  

Noct smirked at his sudden captive, and he leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on his jaw in the first gesture.

“We haven’t done this in a while…” Noct murmured in Prompto’s ear, pushing him down further on the couch as his lips nipped at the soft flesh of his earlobe. He relished in the feeling of Prompto’s shivering reaction, and he allowed his hands to come down to slip underneath the damp shirt, feeling up the bare skin as he raised it further towards his chest.

“Uh…” Prompto’s voice trailed off as another shiver ran through his body at Noct’s touch, and Noct pulled back just slightly enough to see his lower teeth bite his lip, obviously attempting to hold back the noise that threatened to emit from his throat.

Heh. Cute.

Noct’s hands teased at Prompto’s chest, and he leaned forward to plant soft kisses up the blond’s neck, relishing in the warmth of the contact and the pleasurable sensation that stirred within him.

“I’m not waiting any more.” Noct’s voice was low as he continued to kiss along the bare skin, excitement building inside of him as every touch raised goosebumps along Prompto’s slim neck.

“Damn you, Noct…” Prompto suddenly muttered, and Noct pulled back only slightly as he continued to kiss his flesh.

The prince chuckled darkly, his hands sliding to the bass of Prompto’s hips as he laughed.

“Why’s that?”

“You’re such a damn tease.” Noct paused a moment as he noticed the oddly aggressive tone Prompto spoke with. “You don’t just - go for it.”

Noct pulled back, his brows furrowing slightly as he looked down the blond - who had a strangely upset expression on his face.

“What are you talking about?” Noct asked, tilting his head at the odd shift in the mood.

Prompto pressed his lips together in a frown, and Noct yelped with the blond suddenly sat up, his hands catching Noct’s wrist as Prompto used the momentum to throw him backwards on the couch - and suddenly - their positions had been completely reversed.

Noct blinked up with startled eyes, any attempts at calibrating his senses were lost to the dizzyingly piercing eyes that drilled into him from above. He could feel Prompto press harder into his body as he leaned forward, his legs straddling the prince’s torso as he drilled his gaze into his.

“We’ve been alone before - you think you’re the only one who’s waited for this?” Prompto’s eyes darkened in an odd sense of domination, and Noct was quite literally stunned into silence.

What in the gods names -?

Noct let out a sharp gasp when Prompto leaned forward, and the prince’s body twitched as a shiver of pure pleasure shot through his body the moment Prompto allowed his teeth to bite harshly at his earlobe, his lips soon afterwards trailing down the side of his neck as he left sharp bites and kisses along the soft flesh.

Chilly hands found their way up Noct’s shirt, but the prince sucked in a breath when the rough hands trailed freely around his chest, pinching at the erect nipples while his lips continued to find their way down Noct’s exposed jaw.

“Yeah...you’re cute like this, too.” Prompto murmured mockingly from where he kissed along Noct’s mouth.

The prince opened his to respond to the comment, but he was quickly silenced when Prompto took that opportunity and closed his mouth over his, thrusting a tongue in between his teeth as he hungrily sought out the pleasure points.

Noct viciously returned the kiss, finally coming to the realization that he was being openly challenged.

His hands reached up and encircled the blond’s neck as he aggressively returned the kiss, and using the strength in his torso, he hoisted them both up in sitting positions, turning Prompto slightly so that he slammed him into the soft cushions of the couch - and the prince took the momentary vulnerability to reach for the blond’s shirt - tearing it off in a flurry of motion before he once again trapped the blond’s lips with his own.

Noct felt his eyes widen when Prompto encircled his arms around him, lifting his shirt in the same motion -  it was seconds too late that the dark-haired royal realized his mistake.

Noct moaned loudly against Prompto’s mouth. The weakness that overcame his body as Prompto’s fingers touched each and every pleasure spot in his back rendered him limp with pleasure. He felt his resilience waver as his body reacted by leaving him a weak mess against the prodding fingers.

“You like that spot…” Prompto mumbled vexingly next to his ear, and Noct growled lowly in response to the foul play.

“Cheater…” The prince groaned again when Prompto pushed him back slightly, his lips crushing against his as they resumed their fight for the top.

Noct wasn’t going down without a fight.

It wasn’t exactly a surprise that the two ended up on the floor for the rest of the heated evening.

~

The harsh sound of pounding weapons resonated throughout the training area. Though it held only one person, it sounded as if the battle waged was against an army of thousands.

Gladiolus Amicitia slammed his blade harshly against the practice dummy, his shield coming up shortly in a follow attack, and gods did he wish that this stupid thing would just crumble before him in a satisfying heap.

He had chosen to wage war on his conflictions - and so far - the stupid thing was winning.

He’d hit the training grounds immediately after his run that day - somehow the poundings steps weren’t helping to clear his mind - and shortly afterwards rainclouds and built in the sky - ending his run in that regard as well. He was lucky that he had outran the worst of it, as he could see the downpour coming down harshly outside from the high windows above him.

Not that he was paying attention to that, however.

The Shield let out a fierce shout as he came down hard on the dummy, rattling the stand of the target with such force Gladio felt as though it should have buckled through the ground.

But it remained still - just like his confliction.

He was so…

He refused to admit this beginning to tear him apart in every sense of the word. He couldn’t concentrate - every time he tried his thoughts drifted back to Ignis, and he would reach for his phone - only to retract his hand and dig his nails into his palms, ashamed at his own weakness.

He just...couldn’t do it.

He couldn’t get passed the fear - the fear of losing him as a friend.

“Trying is the first step in doing, and I know you’re uncertain, but there are some risks that are worth taking…”

Cor’s voice resonated in his mind as Gladio paused his attacks, and he clenched his teeth together harshly as the stupid logic rendered him a feeble mess.

Was this a risk worth taking? One that would see to the total annihilation of the friendship that’d they’d steadily built over the years? He couldn’t quite point out how long he’d liked him - but he remembered vividly the moment he’d realized it all those years ago.

All it took was a laugh. A laugh at a stupid joke - the laugh that sent a shiver of delight so strong up Gladio’s spine that he’d thought he’d imagined it - a laugh that rendered him completely helpless in the face of it…

He shook his head. Since then, he’d been loathe to admit it to himself - but he couldn’t deny the feelings that had grown steadily since then, and before he’d known it, he was hopeless entangled in them. He’d attempted to deny it again afterwards, but it was no use.

He grunted heavily, bringing down the sword in a powerful sweep at the dummy.

He couldn’t do this. It was so destructive - and he’d hoped it would never reach a point where it affected them - but that’s what was happening at this very moment.

If his stupid jealousy wasn’t so damn uncontrollable, maybe it wouldn't've gotten this bad.

Gladio shouted as he rammed his shield into the side of the dummy, panting heavily as he pulled back.

But...maybe Cor was right. Nothing would happen if he didn’t do or say anything. If he truly wanted something to progress, he’d have no choice but to say something -

He clenched his hands around the weapons.

But it was all uncertain! Every bit of it - after 4 years pining after him - one would have thought something should have happened by then - but nothing had advanced in their relationship besides close friendship. If Ignis had had feelings for him - it was likely something would have been done about it - then again - Gladio was desperately infatuated with him - and he’d done nothing about that either.

FUCK.

What should he do? Risk it all? Risk everything for the small chance he liked him back? Gladio liked him - Cor had given him reason to believe he should try - but - should he? Could he!? WOULD HE!?

GAH!!!

“DAMMIT!” He bellowed so loudly that he felt a slight pain in his throat from the exertion.

And in a moment - Gladio dropped his sword and shield and spun on his feet, dashing out of the room in a blaze of motion - his weapons left scattered on the training ground.

Fuck it, fuck it, FUCK it.

The words repeated in his head a thousand times as his quickly made his way out of the room.

THAT WAS IT.

He was going to do it - he was going to tell him. No one could stop him - especially not himself. Nothing was going to hold him back - he’d finally tell him everything he was keeping back and -

“GAH!” Two yelps of pain sounded in the hallway when the bodies collided with one another, each taking a step back from the force of where they’d hit rounding the corner.

Gladio rubbed at his shoulder as he spun to view the person who he had crashed into - and his body went numb.

Oh, gods.

Ignis was straightening his crooked glasses with one hand braced against the wall, and Gladio noted the slight pants in his breath as he rubbed his nose from where he’d crashed into him.

He stared dumbly at the strategist, and it seemed as though their accidental confrontation had been just as much a surprise to Ignis as it had been to Gladio - as the green eyes widened as he took in his form.

“Ah - apologies.” Ignis said after a moment, attempting to disguise his panting breaths.

Had he been in a hurry?

“No - uh - no, that was my fault.” Gladio stuttered, the twist of nervousness in his stomach rendering him near speechless.

Silence.

The two avoided each other’s gaze as they looked around.

Ignis - he was here - he could say it - say everything that he….wanted...

Oh... Astrals.

Those green eyes zapped every bit of resolve he’d built moments before.

“So -” Their eyes connected as they both voiced the word at the same time, and Ignis nervously waved a hand.

“No - please, go ahead.”

“No, no - you first.” Gladio stuttered, gesturing with a hand for him to continue.

Ignis’s eyes flashed away, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped.

Wait...was he nervous?

“I - I just wish to apologize for my behavior lately.” Ignis finally spoke, his eyes flicking back and forth as he attempted to compose himself. “I didn’t mean for such a misunderstanding to come between us. I should have been more direct in telling you what I was doing that evening - I haven’t meant to push you aside, but I realize that that’s exactly what I have been doing. I’m sorry.”

Gladio openly gaped.

He... what!?

He was apologizing...for doing absolutely nothing wrong.

The warrior shook his head and brought a hand up to his face.

He...wow. Gladio was such and idiot.

“I...also didn’t mean for you to get the wrong idea about -”  Ignis shifted on his feet and straightened himself, clearing his throat, “-about Cor. I value our friendship - and I don’t wish for you to think that my acquaintanceship with the marshal will replace ours...that is certainly not my wish, at least. I’m merely trying to say that I’m looking out for Prompto - and though Cor may be a friend to me, it could certainly not replace the friendship I have with you - and I would...perhaps like to see that we resume our scheduled evenings together - that is - if you have time. As I am aware that you have been quite busy lately.”

Gladio could only blink as Ignis continued to ramble, his jaw hanging open in slight shock.

Ignis...had obviously been agonizing over this...it was even more so indicated in the tell-tale way he articulated every word - it had likely even been rehearsed.

Gladio bit his lip.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He’d messed up - but gods was it cute.

He hadn’t realized he’d simply been staring at the green eyes until they flicked away, a nervous hand following by habitually adjusting the glasses.

Gladio clenched his teeth as he noticed the slight red on the tips of his ears.

FUCK.

Gladio shook his head, clearing his throat once before he spoke. “Nah, Iggy - I - just no. This isn’t your fault - I - “ He fumbled with his words, one hand coming up to rub the back of his neck as he turned his head away. “Look - I’ve been meanin’ ta’ tell you that that I’m sorry for bein’ short with you. I - I think I’ve just been a bit tired lately.” He voiced strangely, weirded out by his choice of words.

Huh?

Ignis blinked at him for a moment. “Ah...I see...well...then I apologize if I come off a bit brash or assuming - that was not my intent.” He responded with a small nod.

Wait, this wasn’t going how he wanted.

“Nah - really, it’s not you. It’s me. And I’m sorry, too - I shoulda told you that I’ve just been a bit busy - but I did it at a really bad time.”

Wait, wait, WAIT - this was NOT what he meant!

“Of course. I understand. Perhaps I...simply looked too far into it, is all...” Ignis’ voice fell slightly as he spoke, and Gladio mentally kicked himself as he realized way too late that he had blindsided Ignis - likely making him feel like a fool.

SHIT.

“Nah, it’s good - really. You’re still the best, Iggy. And I think I’ll have free time in the coming week - I’ll let you know?”

WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE SAYING!?

Ignis cast his green eyes back up to him, and Gladio’s heart fell at the look - DEEP beneath his eyes was the slightest edge of disappointment - or wait - was he just imagining that?

“Please do.” Ignis responded after a pause, offering Gladio a small smile.

Oh, he’d DONE IT now. He’d fucked up.

“Right…” Gladio voiced stupidly, nodding in return.

No, no, NO.

“Then...I’m glad that we’re back to normal.” Ignis said after a minute, nodding firmly in confirmation, offering a genuine smile as he watched for Gladio’s reaction.

This was completely wrong.

“Me too.” Gladio responded monotonously, his breath hitching silently as he stared dumbly at the man before him.

Gods, Astrals, SIX - SOMEONE -

“Good. Then I shall see you in the coming week, yes?” Ignis asked pleasantly, the slight vulnerability in his eyes disappearing as he disguised it with professionalism.

No - no wait. Just wait one more second - he wasn’t done -

“Sure. Sounds good.” The warrior responded automatically, offering a shallow smile in return.

Ignis pressed his lips together as he nodded again, using his forefinger to push up his glasses. “Then I shall take my leave. I apologize for the interruption.” He offered sincerely, inclining his head. “Goodnight, Gladio.” With that, he offered the brunet a last friendly smile before he turned on his feet.

Wait…

“Night, Iggy…” Gladio replied, watching as each step the man took away from him slowly drained him of all energy.

He observed with an unhinged jaw even after Ignis disappeared from sight, and he closed his eyes as he slunk against the nearest wall, throwing his head back harshly against the hard stone.

He’d blown it. That was his chance. And he’d completely missed it - and likely made Ignis feel like a complete fool.

Why... why had he said those things - he hadn’t meant any of it...Ignis had shouldered all of the blame - and Gladio had barely refuted it. And now he was gone - and he had no idea if he’d ever get a chance to amend this mistake…

…

No..

No - no. He wasn’t letting it end like this. He wasn’t going to do this anymore - he wasn’t going to allow this rift to come between them - he’d take rejection over leaving Ignis so estranged - he wouldn’t stand for that. He knew honesty was the only thing that could save their friendship at this point -

His hand balled into a fist as he slammed it back onto the wall, pushing himself away in the blink of an eye.

~

SLAM

The force of the car door shutting harshly beside him slightly shook the vehicle - and Ignis tossed aside the keys in the passenger seat before he folded his hands on the steering wheel and weakly dropped his forehead against it.

He was... such a fool…

Every interpretation - every underlying message he thought he’d received - he had completely misinterpreted it.

He shut his eyes as a rush of humiliation crawled up his neck.

How could he have been so stupid? Gladio hadn’t been thinking anything was wrong at all - he’d simply been busy. How in the gods names had he so illogically assumed that he was upset about the situation? Gladio had told him several times that he was busy - yet Ignis was foolish enough to think that he’d perhaps been just as confused as he was by the oddity between them after Prompto had sent that message.

Gods.

He didn’t know if he could recover from this.

He must have sounded so pathetically desperate.

His only saving grace was that he hadn’t...admitted anything. He’d be damned if he had.

His hands crunched the steering wheel as the agonizing thoughts rendered him a frazzled mess.

He...needed to move on. And vow to never come so close to revealing something so destructive to Gladio again.

He could only hope that he hadn’t destroyed their friendship by his foolishness, he’d never forgive himself if he had…

No. He’d be fine. He just needed to act as though everything was normal - and that he simply valued their friendship dearly - just as he did with Noct and Prompto.

Gladio wasn’t any different.

...at all…

...Six…

Taking in a deep breath through his nose, Ignis straightened his posture and reached for the keys on the other seat - his mental walls immediately blocking out the barrage of embarrassment and disappointment that threatened his composure.

No. He had more important things to focus on. Noct came first, and right now he wasn’t being the best that he could for him. He needed to get his mind off of this and push it aside as a mere awkwardness between friends. He could fix it later if he needed - but right now he needed to focus.

Focus.

Nodding to himself, Ignis turned the key in the ignition, concentrating only on the low rumble of the vehicle as it started up.

He’d go back and resume things as normal - then they could both move on from there as they had been.

Good.

...no.

He aggressively pushed aside the small notation in his mind and threw a hand over the passenger seat to look over his shoulder as he pulled out from the parking garage. He focused on every detail of the empty space - the lines that separated each parking space, the low ceiling as he drove up to the exit, the way the speedometer ticked above five miles an hour -

Gladio.

He gritted his teeth.

He’d get passed this. He just needed some time to cool down.

He watched as the parking garage door opened, and he flicked on his headlights and noted that the rain had started to come down even harder - he was grateful there was inside parking - he’d forgotten his umbrella at Noct’s place when he’d stupidly dashed to the citadel after Prompto’s words had riled him so.

He lightly pressed the gas.

He’d be fine. They’d both be fine. Gladio likely didn’t know anything - he had probably just thought Ignis was a small bit strange for having looked so into depth of something so trivial. He’d make amends somehow. Apologize for being so brash - perhaps even offer to cook him something later. His favorite, perhaps? Maybe a -

SLAM!

Ignis’s foot hit the breaks so that he would have likely broken a nose had he not buckled himself in properly to his seat.

SIX.

He’d definitely hit someone.

Wide eyes peered outside, and he could make out the figure of a familiar man sitting up from where he’d fallen a small distance away.

Oh, gods.

His hands fumbled frantically to put the car in park then to the buckle at his side, pressing the button in a flash before he rapidly swung open the door - nearly slipping on the wet ground as he flew out of the car.

“Gladio!” Ignis shouted hysterically, his voice nearly cracking as he dashed up to the fallen man who was currently wobbling to his feet on the wet ground.

Oh gods - had he injured him!? He hadn’t even seen him jump out in front of the car - it had been so sudden - !

Ignis watched as Gladio finished standing to his feet, the brightness of the headlights shining up on his form allowed him to see no visible injury - but the piercing look in his eye was indication of something else very wrong.

And then he started towards him - fast.

Gods - he was probably angry - and Ignis grew even more alarmed when the Shield stomped up to him and forcefully grabbed him by the shoulders -

“Gladio - are you alr- mmph!”

The soft warmth of Gladio’s lips crushing against his was what the first thing that registered in Ignis’s mind - it was forceful, yet bursting with sensation -

Then - gods.

- then he began to move more aggressively. Ignis felt a strong arm around his waist as he was bent back, rain splattering against his glasses while a warm hand caressed the side of his face.

He was kissing him. With lips moving over his as they hungrily sought out every part of his mouth. They were warm and soft and wet - and the sensation was beyond anything Ignis had ever felt or dreamed of -

But it came to a sudden stop.

It was obvious to Ignis that he hadn’t even so much as moved an inch in response to the sudden attack. His arms laid limply at his sides even as Gladio paused, pulling away, his brown eyes wide with alarm as he nervously flicked them back and forth.

“Uh - I…” Gladio stuttered, the rain pouring around them rendering his feeble voice barely audible. “Shit...I shoulda asked first...sorry. I just…” His shining amber orbs found Ignis’s wide ones, and his panting breaths puffed in the space between. “I can’t tell you... how long I’ve waited to do that.” His piercing gaze ran over every inch of dripping Ignis’s face - waiting - drowning with anticipation for a response to his confession.

Ignis’s mind was nowhere near capable of such a thing at the moment.

He’d - he’d - no. He...had waited...for so long. He couldn’t even process this - it was a dream, definitely a dream. He’d never admitted it - but it was suffocating in every sense of the word how badly Ignis had longed for this. Gladio’s lips, his eyes, his face, his warm body pressed to his…

He needed to tell him.

“We’re...going to catch a cold.” Ignis blurted.

Six.

Oops.

He watched as Gladio’s dripping expression froze in slight perturbation - which immediately began to morph into something more depressed as that was obviously not the response he was hoping for - and it showed as he began to slowly loosen his hold on Ignis’s arms as his eyes downcast to the ground.

Wait -

Ignis suddenly shot forth a hand, placing it awkwardly on Gladio’s soaking chest in attempts to stop his move to pull away. “Perhaps…” He could feel Gladio’s eyes fly up to his face, “the backseat of my car would be more…” He gulped, “...accommodating.”

The mixture of shock, pleasure, and relief that washed over Gladio’s face was enough to send Ignis’s heart thudding in an adoration he had never known he was capable of feeling. He couldn’t help the smile that rose to his lips in response to his shining eyes, and he was barely given a chance to admire Gladio’s endearing smile before he felt a hand reach up to his face, remove his glasses, and a moment later, the man leaned forward to connect soft lips with his.

He was...everything he wanted. He could feel it in the moment - his wants, desires, his needs for his touch. Was it wrong? What would this mean?

Before he could think to try and remove himself from his doubts, Gladio’s arms circled around him, as sure and solid as the ground beneath. He was helpless against the force of his lips over his, it left him sinking to the sway of its will, drowning him in an ocean of suffocating pleasure. His body felt limp as Gladio further bent him back as he kissed him, softly this time, but his impatience was obvious as it gradually increased in intensity - and it left Ignis clinging to him as the only solid thing in his increasingly dizzying world. Gladio’s adamant mouth was parting his trembling lips, every nerve in his body alight with a fiery sensation that he had never known existed. Ignis was hopelessly trapped beneath it, and it was when his arms finally managed to raise in response, clinging desperately to the rain-soaked back, that he knew he was kissing him back…

With no intention of letting go.

~

The rain that continuously poured outside of Prince Noctis’s apartment showed no signs of letting up, and though Noct could say that he certainly liked the sun, the rain that watered the earth was a welcome change to the city.

It meant bright flowers, healthy grass, and damn good fishing.

He, quite frankly, liked it.

He couldn’t say the same for the others however.

A sneeze sounded from beside him, and he looked sympathetically towards Prompto.

The young blond was sitting upright on the sofa next to him, his drooping eyes and pouty lips were an obvious indication of his poor state of being. But Noct couldn’t help but smirk at the small adoration that filled his chest as he looked upon the messy hair, flushed cheeks, and red nose.

It was pretty cute.

“Uuugggghhhh…”

Well - except when he did that.

“You’re such an idiot.” Noct scoffed affectionately, shaking his head at the blond. He furrowed his brows as he looked upon the other two companions sitting across from him, and he watched in slight amusement as Gladio stifled a sneeze of his own, grumbling to himself as he reached for a tissue.

Though Ignis wasn’t likely any better off, at least he attempted to hide the ailment that rendered him flushed and weak -

Gods.

“Seriously, what in the Astrals names did you guys all do yesterday? Why wasn’t I invited to go gallivanting in the rain?” Noct inquired with a shake of his head, regarding each of his companions with a wide eyed stare.

How the hell had they all managed to get sick at the same time!?

Prompto had certainly been fine last night…

Really fine.

“Trust’d mb’e, you’rd not mbiss’ng any’th’ng.” Prompto coughed from beside him sniffling harshly as he snuggled himself further in the blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

“Still - you coulda at least asked me.” Noct said with a huff.

“We didn’t do anything, Noct.” Ignis responded from across him, hiding a cough behind his fist after he spoke.

“I was stupid e’nuff t’ try and get a pig’ture a’ the lighd’ning hidd’ng the wall. I dunno what these guys were doin’.” Prompto grumbled, a pout coming over his face moments before he let out another harsh sneeze.

Noct looked inquisitively towards Gladio and Ignis - who exchanged subtle glances as they suddenly realizing that they were being asked.

An awkward pause filled the silence.

“We went for a walk -”

“The car broke down -”

Their voices collided with each other as they spoke at the same time - each looking to give each other a slightly perturbed stare directly afterwards.

Noct’s eyes flicked confusedly between them .

Umm...

Ignis cleared his throat - disguising his momentary panic with a steady stare. “We went for a walk after the car broke down.” He said smoothly with a small sniffle, fanning out the papers in his hand as he returned his attention to the reports.

“Yup.” Gladio concurred, bringing the mug of his coffee up to his lips.

Noct and Prompto exchanged odd glances, the atmosphere becoming increasingly heavier with awkwardness as their two elder companions obviously faked nonchalance.

“Right…” Noct said after a long pause, noting only briefly the small twitch in Ignis’s fingers as he adjusted the reports again.

Was he nervous?

“Nooooooooggtttttt…” Prompto whined suddenly, flopping to the side to let his head fall into Noct’s lap, the soft blanket pulled up tightly against his chin. “Gah...I think I’mb dyin’ - hold meeeee….” He cried, blinking up at the prince with big blue irises.

The prince smirked and rolled his eyes, reaching to the side for a pillow so that he could flop it over Prompto’s face, smothering him with the light cushion. He gave the pillow two swift pats before he rested his arms on top, staring off to the side in completely disregard even as he listened to Prompto’s muffled whine.

“Careful you don’t suffocate him, Noct.” Ignis remarked casually, adjusting his glasses before he let out a harsh sneeze.

“You sure you don’ have a fever?” Gladio asked from beside him, looking inquisitively at Ignis’s face for any signs of the said ailment.

“It’s merely a cold, Gladio.” The strategist responded flippantly, sniffing as he reached for the tissue box.

Gladio obviously wasn’t convinced judging by the concerned furrow of his brows. “You look a little flushed - hold still.”

Noct leaned a small bit forward as he watched Gladio lift a hand to Ignis’s forehead, brushing away the silky bangs as he felt for the temperature -

Noct was certain the flush that came to Ignis’s face wasn’t from his cold.

Huh…well...they’d certainly made up at least...

“GE….OFF….ME….”

Noct was shaken from the unfolding scene before him as he suddenly felt the pillow on his lap move aggressively from underneath. His eyes shot open when he realized what was happening, and he rapidly pulled back his weight from the pillow, snatching up the cushion as he released Prompto from underneath.

The blond bolted upright, gasping for air as he attempted to free himself from his self-imprisoned blanket that had been wrapped around him. His labored breathing filled the apartment as he sucked in the precious oxygen.

“What...the... HELL, DUDE!?” The blond bellowed, his eyes blazing as he turned to Noct’s wide eyes. “YOU D’RYING T’ KILL ME!?”

It was only a brief moment of shock that graced Noct’s face before the prince threw his head back in crying laughter. He could feel Prompto’s piercing eyes glare at him, but he couldn’t stop the fit of laughter even if he had wanted to.

“I coulda’ died - what’td the hell is so fund’ny?” Prompto pouted, his sniffling face attempting a harsh glare.

Noct continued to let out a small burst of chuckles as he wiped his eyes from the tears, and he shook his head as he stared up at the ceiling.

“Aaahh...this life of mine.”

He wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

Chapter Text

Noct drummed his fingers against the table, staring absentmindedly towards the kitchen, his chin propped heavily in his hand as he pondered the odd atmosphere that had fallen over the apartment.

He sighed watching as Ignis moved around the kitchen, but the prince frowned when he noticed his advisor slightly tsk when he nearly bumped into the Anima that was currently keeping close next to his legs as he moved about.

Noct shook his head and turned his attention towards the papers in front of him.

It was no use.

He’d been trying all evening to concentrate on reports scattered before him, but his eyes continuously flashed up to the man in the other room -

Something wasn’t right.

For the past couple of days, Noct had noticed something just - off about his advisor. He couldn’t be sure what exactly it was, but Ignis had just seemed distracted.

Coupled with that, an uncharacteristic sort of tension drifted about him like a dark cloud, and it made Noct twitchy just being around him -

That wasn’t even mentioning the state of Ignis’ Anima.

It further confirmed his theory that something was wrong by the simple action of the Elder Coeurl that moved restlessly about Ignis’ legs, an act that was very unusual for the typically calm and collected creature - very similar to her Host. The Anima was typically found lying comfortably at Ignis’ feet, or laying on the couch when she was out and about his apartment, but the Anima was very blatantly distressed and overprotective recently, clinging to Ignis even as the man shooed her away.

Despite Noct asking repeatedly what was bothering the other, Ignis had brushed him off each time. Hardly rude or harsh, but certainly firm enough to let Noct know that it wasn’t a well-received question.

Noct drew his brows down in a frown, absentmindedly reaching out to pet the soft back of Morpheus - the small Carbuncle blinking huge eyes up at him in distant concern.

The prince had even gone so far as the question Gladio about it, as he and Ignis were rather close.

*

The Shield’s eyes frowned in confusion - the light from the stunning sun shining brightly upon his eyes made his irises appear golden - but they grew darker the further Noct questioned him.

A summer breeze blew about them, the wind clean and refreshing considering how close they were to the outer walls of Insomnia. It was nice to get away from the city - the vast nature surrounding them was a nice change to the closed environment behind the Wall.

“No. Iggy hasn’t said a word t’me.” Gladio folded his massive tattooed arms across his chest as he listened, the soft breeze playing with his long hair. “Has he been actin’ -” Gladio’s eyes grew wide as he glanced over Noct’s shoulder - and suddenly sprinted forward, “- ATOMOS! GET OFF THERE!”

Noct turned to look where Gladio had taken off, and couldn’t help snickering in shocked amusement as he saw the massive Dread Behemoth that was awkwardly clambering up the outer city walls.

The area just beyond the city walls was one of the only places Gladio could allow his Anima to safely Manifest from his soul without causing a panic - but it seemed the wide and flat open space wasn’t what Atomos was looking for at the moment.

The prince coughed slightly as the beast of an Anima turned towards his Host, and though the face would have likely scared off any reasonable passerby, Noct could see a slight glint of puppy-like guilt in Atomos’ eyes as he listened to Gladio scream up at him as the Amicitia came closer.

The small perch of wall the Anima was currently sitting upon rocked uneasily as the giant Behemoth opened his wings, flapping once as he obediently listened to his Host and landed on the ground with a thud so powerful that Noct felt the earth tremble beneath his feet.

Noct sniggered as he walked forward, looking down at the small fox-like creature that walked daintily beside him.

“Don’t do that! You have wings, ya big doofus - if you wanna go up high somewhere - just fly!” Gladio’s arms outspread on either side of him as he scolded his Anima, and Noct watched with vague interest as half of the conversation between the two was silently transmitted and filled the air with waves of tension.

“Yeah - I know it’s no fun - but you’re gonna break somethin’ if you keep doin’ that - so stop it.”

The Anima let out a deep rumble, and if Noct hadn’t been attuned to the noises that the creature made, he wouldn’t have known it was a low sound of guilt mixed with apologetic undertones.

Despite being able to strike the fear of Gods in people, that thing was like a giant puppy.

Noct’s attention was brought to the grassy ground when his own Anima dashed forward, the light-blueish glow around the little fox sparkling as he approached the massive creature.

Both Gladio and Noct watched as the two Anima connected telepathically, the small communication humming between them as the two regarded each other.

Maybe Morpheus could entertain the behemoth while he and Gladio talked.

That must have been the intent, as Morpheus turned his head towards Noct and sent him a telepathic wave of reassurance that he’d make sure Atomos stayed out of trouble.

Good.

“Sorry - back to what you were sayin’...” Gladio said after he tossed Morpheus a thankful nod, eyeing Atomos once before he returned his attention back to Noct. “Iggy hasn’t said anything weird t’ me. You sure you’re not just imagining it?” The Shield asked, though it was obvious he wasn’t sure of that himself.

“Nah. I don’t know.” Noct admitted honestly, sighing as he watched Atomos take off after the Carbuncle that dashed away playfully.

So Gladio hadn’t noticed anything...maybe he was just overthinking it?

No - no...something was up.

He just couldn’t figure out what, exactly.

*

“Dinner is ready, Noct.”

Ignis’ voice shook Noct out of his thoughts, and the prince sighed as he once again made eye contact with his Anima, the small creature letting out a tiny noise in mild concern as it sensed his distress.

“Zalera - for the last time - please move. ”

Blue eyes flashed up to where Ignis was currently holding two plates of food, and it seemed as though he was attempting to make his way towards the dinner table, but the Elder Coeurl was currently still pacing around his legs in obvious distress, static electricity rolling in small glowing waves between the wispy whiskers that trailed in long streams behind it.

Noct shook his head.

“She’s worried about you.” The prince stated blatantly, watching as Ignis tsked again before he stepped widely around the creature towards the table, the Anima making quick work to keep pace directly next to him.

“Perhaps a bit restless, is all. I haven’t had the time lately to take her outside the city grounds.” Ignis answered readily, though he let out a small grunt when the Coeurl pushed her nose into his chest, eventually moving slightly when Ignis finally set the plates and himself down at the table a moment later. Soon after, her thick neck leaned over to place her head on Ignis’ lap as the long, speckled tail whisked back and forth across the floor.

“She’s not really the impatient type.” Noct remarked as he pushed the reports aside, watching as Morpheus sat up readily. The little fox-like Anima bounded up to him before leaping onto Noct’s shoulder in a well-practised move as the prince stood up.

Ignis hummed absently as he stroked Zalera’s large head, shaking his own slightly as he regarded his Anima with soft eyes.

Noct could tell they were silently communicating, and it became even more obvious when Zalera let a small spark of electricity jump between her fur and where Ignis’ hand rested atop her head.

Normally, that would have hurt, but Ignis’ gloves - only one among many Resistant Accessories he wore at all times - negated the effects, and the strategist merely sighed and tapped a finger on the Anima’s black nose in a fond but chiding gesture.

Noct could see the small furrow in Ignis’ brow, and if it was anyone else, it might have gone unnoticed - but Noct knew his advisor - and he could see a small bit of tense frustration and wariness in his expression.

Yeah, something was up.

And when Noct turned to connect his eyes with Morpheus, he could see his little Anima agreed.

Hm.

~

Black shoes clicked down the empty hallway as Noctis made his way down to the training hall. He kept his phone in one hand, ever so often looking down at the device as he exchanged messages with Morpheus - the Anima currently safely ensconced inside his soul - and Prompto as he walked.

Today was training day with Gladio - and gods he was not looking forward to it. He’d wished that he’d pretended he was sick today - he should have at least tried to get out of it.

Though, perhaps today would be a good day to try and get Gladio to collaborate with him in figuring out what was wrong with Ignis. He was sure that the Shield would want to be made aware -

Noct paused.

Around the corner of the hallway, harsh, hushed words filtered through the air, and if he hadn’t been paying very close attention, Noct wouldn’t have realized that one of the voices belonged to Ignis.

Noct’s brows furrowed and his steps slowed at the same time. He felt a small tug in his chest as Morpheus sensed his wariness rise, but Noct willed the little Anima to stay safely inside as he sidled along the wall to slowly make his way towards the hushed voices.

Ignis’ voice was uncharacteristically harsh, not raised, but the clipped tone bordered on strained, and Noct’s heart beat faster as he attempted to make out the words.

“I believe I’ve made my stance quite clear, lord Cardion.”

Noct’s eyes widened considerably.

Now that was a tone he’d never heard Ignis use before. Sharper - almost hissing with frustrated anger. The prince could safely say he’d never heard such a tone used before. The closest he’d ever heard to such frustration was when Noct and Ignis had fought that one time about his responsibilities - but even then, that was on a completely different spectrum in comparison to this.

Noct’s body stiffened when an older, unfamiliar voice spoke a moment later in response.

“Come now, there’s no need to play hard to get.”

The voice was dripping with an odd sense of suggestiveness - the sleazy tone sent a terrible chill up the prince’s spine, and again he felt Morpheus push at the Gates of his soul - wanting to Manifest at the sudden sense of unease.

The little Anima had the right idea. Enough of this.

Noct’s heart nearly stopped when he heard Ignis speak loud and sharply enough to send the prince into a mild panic.

“Unhand me, this instant!”

That was his cue.

The prince dashed around the corner, rounding it so sharply he felt his feet slip on the marble tile - and his blue eyes bulged from his head at the sight.

Ignis was almost entirely backed up against the stone wall, his wrist held tightly in the grasp of his antagonist, and if Ignis’ harsh words hadn’t been indication enough, it was clear that the touch was unwelcome from the advisor’s blazing eyes and hard expression.

In the instant Noct made his presence known, the two of men noticed him, and after only a beat of shocked silence, the older man - a noble if his clothes were anything to go by - released Ignis’ wrist upon recognizing Noct.

The prince stomped forth, his lips barely repressing the urge to bear his teeth as he stormed up to the two. “What the hell is going on here!?” Dark bangs swished in front of Noct’s face as he instantly took a protectively close stance next to Ignis as the nobleman backed away slightly.

“Just having a small chat.” Dark eyes glinted with a tint of caution, though the man kept himself calm and composed as he flashed a knowing glance in Ignis’ direction.

Noct almost let his fist fly, but was instantly stopped when Ignis spoke up immediately afterwards.

“Indeed.” The advisor replied, nodding in agreement as he straightened himself.

Noct’s jaw nearly unhinged.

What? Was he...lying?

“I see you have other matters to attend to at the moment, Ignis. We shall resume this little “chat” later.” The smile that pulled at the man’s lips made Noct’ hairs stand on end, and the tone in his voice was a clear indication of a rather obvious double-meaning.

Noct’s lips upturned in a snarl as he watched the nobleman swish his small cloak behind him as he turned to leave the prince and his advisor in the silent hallway.

After a moment, he felt Morpheus harshly push against the Gates of his soul, and seeing no one else in the immediate vicinity - he allowed his will to give - and the small creature Manifested before him in a small burst of light. Small paws landed on the ground with a small tap before the creature stuck its nose in the air, obviously searching for immediate danger.

The prince hardly paid the little Anima any attention however, as his blue eyes were glued to his advisor, who was currently taking in slow, deep breaths with his eyes closed and head bent slightly towards the ground. The occasional flutter of lashes and light grimace a clear indication of the battle within him to keep Zalera locked in his soul.

Noct folded his arms, tapping a foot against the ground as he continued to stare solidly at his advisor even as the man finally composed himself, subtly avoiding Noct’s gaze by adjusting his glasses.

“What are you doing here, Noct? I believe your session with Gladio began 10 minutes ago.” The light brunet cleared his throat, reaching up a hand to brush down the sleeve of his arm - the same arm - Noct noted with interest - that the nobleman had grasped earlier.

The prince tsked angrily, placing a hand on his hip as he regarded the strategist. “Yeah, then I got side tracked .”

“Then see to it that you don’t keep him waiting.” Ignis remarked, his green eyes steady with resolve as he returned Noct’s stare. “And please Contain Morpheus, you should know better than to allow him to Manifest in these halls.” Ignis reprimanded patiently, yet, again, there was that odd undertone of frustrated tension that was quite uncharacteristic.

“That guy giving you trouble?” Noct suddenly asked, ignoring Ignis’ advice to Contain the fox-like Anima that was currently circling around their legs, its tiny nose bumping against Ignis’ pant leg in obvious concern.

“No.”

Noct’s eyes widened incredulously - not only at the stern tone but at the obvious fact that the answer was totally the opposite - and barely repressing the urge to take a step forward in shock.

“And it would be best that you get going. Gladio will be -”

Ding

Ignis audibly sighed as he glanced at the phone in Noct’s hand that pinged a text notification. “-that would be him.” He shook his head, taking a moment to stare directly at Noct’s Anima that was still pacing at his feet. Ignis waved his hand. “Off with you now, the both of you.”

“But -”

Ding

Crap. He was in trouble.

Noct felt torn between wishing to inquire more about what had just transpired, but he realized that his questioning was only upsetting Ignis more and that his advisor unlikely to indulge him at the moment.

The prince sighed, staring at his small Anima before he willed his Gates to open. Morpheus reluctantly - but obediently - allowed his small body to dissolve into a shimmery orb of pale blue light that sunk into Noct’s chest and into his soul.

“I’ll be off then. See to it that you don’t keep Gladio waiting a moment longer.” Ignis commanded, habitually adjusting his glasses once before he spun on his feet, taking quick steps away from Noct as he vanished down the long hallway.

Noct stared after him, a deep frown set in his brows as he willed his heart to calm after the small debacle.

He’d let Ignis get away without saying anything this time, but he wasn’t going to let things lie the way they were for long. He noted in the back of his mind that it would likely be wise to talk to Gladio again, as the man may or may not be aware of what was happening (though he silently made a note to keep it as carefree as possible as Gladio was known to get riled up at any mention of trouble with Ignis.)

Whatever was happening, Noct was sure that he may very well have found the source of the problem. And even as he spun on his feet to meet Gladio in the training hall, his mind continued to buzz with worry for his friend.

~

Noct rubbed at his sore arm, exhausted from the recent spar with Gladio.

Besides the incident this morning, today had gone fairly well. He’d managed to get through the reports, and even managed to meet his father in the Citadel that day. It was a rare occasion, but Noct had been happy to see him nonetheless.

The prince sighed as he made his way down the steps towards the parking garage, internally grateful that Ignis was going to drive him home.

It was still fairly early in the day, but he was tired.

With Ignis driving him home, he’d possibly have a better chance at cornering his advisor and questioning him about his recent behavior.

He’d talked to Gladio about it as they sparred, but that had very much turned out to be a mistake, as the Shield had clearly grown more troubled when Noct again questioned if Gladio knew if anything was wrong with Ignis. The prince had decided to keep the more damning details to himself at the moment - as he was very well aware that Gladio either would have taken out his frustration on Noct through their spar, or he would have gone dashing out of the room to find Ignis.

Ugh.

Noct still couldn’t be sure if something else odd was going on, though. Was the guy threatening Ignis? What did he want? It looked as though the guy was trying to get something from Ignis, and as the words replayed in his mind over and over - internally making him cringe as they sounded more sleazy by the second - but then again - why hadn’t Ignis chosen to say anything?

It was confusing and frustrating, and Noct just wanted Ignis to answer his questions honestly so that he didn’t have to worry anymore. And maybe fix the problem while he was at it.

He felt Morpheus send him a small trill of question from within his soul - the prince sending him an image of him heading down a ramp to where Ignis was most likely waiting a floor below - answering that he was going to talk to Ignis about the situation as soon as he got in the car.

For now, that seemed to satisfy the Anima, and Morpheus stopped nudging against his Gates once he realized that answers were soon coming.

Noct internally thanked the Astrals that Morpheus wasn’t a difficult Anima to Contain - those that had managed to Manifest their Animas often struggled with Containing them inside their souls if the creature felt that its Host was threatened or under certain kinds of distress. He was particularly lucky that Morpheus often didn’t push too hard to be released - as it was very taxing to keep one’s Anima Contained if the creature felt its Host was in any form of danger.

Noct paused his steps as the thought dawned on him.

Was that why Ignis was always so tired lately? Had he been keeping Zalera locked away in times of distress?

He felt his body go cold.

Shit. That was probably why.

He set his jaw as he huffed angrily, feeling his chest constrict in synch with another trill of distress that Morpheus sounded in his mind.

Yeah, tonight he was gonna have a talk with his advisor - he’d better not -

Noct’s feet skidded to a stop as his ears perked up. He could make out a familiar voice - a voice that definitely belonged to Ignis - coming almost directly below the ramp Noct was currently on.

The familiar sound of his angry, hushed tone put Noct on edge, and he leaned over the rail to try and get a better view of who Ignis was talking to -

It was him. Again.

Except this time - the nobleman was way too fucking close.

Ignis was harshly pressed against the wall of the garage, trapped in between two cars on either side of him as the man leaned towards him. Noct briefly noted through his alarm that Ignis wasn’t raising a finger, which was odd considering that the man was quite obviously invading his personal bubble - but that was when Noct noticed Ignis’ clenched hands. The gloved fists were alight with small bursts of electricity that jumped across the knuckles of his hands - and the prince’s heart pounded with fear as he immediately recognized the dangerous tell-tale signs of Ignis’ fierce struggle in keeping his Anima Contained.

It was obvious that the nobleman hadn’t noticed any of this, but Noct was certain that if the man had in anyway been touching Ignis that he would have been zapped into oblivion.

Zalera was pissed.

The fact that his Anima’s electrical discharge was readily visible at the moment, despite the many Resistant Accessories that Ignis wore - was indication enough that the Elder Coeurl was pushing against Ignis’ Gates with all of her might.

How Ignis managed to keep her Contained for so long left Noct stunned and more than a little panicked.

And then - the guy reached a hand up towards Ignis’ face.

Noct didn’t waste a moment more as he clutched the rail of the ramp, flinging himself over the edge so that he landed only a small distance away from the perpetrator and his advisor. The prince dashed forward in the same motion - nearly diving forward as he snatched away the guy’s wrist and shoved him all in one motion.

“Get away from him!” Noct’s voice was little more than a snarl, and he made a special point to ram his shoulder harshly into the guy’s chest, sending him stumbling backwards from the force.

Noct bared his teeth, his fingers twitching with adrenaline as he took a protective stance in front of his advisor.

“What in the Gods names -!” The older man’s eyes flashed in absolute fury - his cheeks red with evident humiliation and rage -

The prince internally struggled against Morpheus’ push against his Gates - the Anima desperately wishing to Manifest to protect his Host, but Noct kept him down, deciding that this matter was going to be well resolved by his own hands.

Noct took a menacing step forward. “You so much as look in his direction -”

The man openly scoffed, his eyes blazing as his pride evidently took offense at being challenged by a boy that was likely 20 years his junior.

“How dare you threaten me so - I’ll not be made a fool of!” The man scowled, his chest puffing as he attempted to restore his dominance over the situation. “You have no right to dictate with whom I converse with!”

“I’m warning you - if you don’t leave Ignis alone -”

“What has given you even the slightest idea that I will listen to a child -”

Noct lunged forward suddenly, a hand forcefully snatching the collar of the guy’s shirt as he shoved the asshole hard up against a car. “Because I’m the prince you piece of shit.” Noct snarled so vehemently the man’s eyes bulged out of his eye sockets in sudden fear.

Noct didn’t waste a moment longer before he whipped his arm to the side and sent the guy flying across the garage in a painful heap. The prince watched in dark satisfaction as the pathetic excuse for a human being scrambled to his feet, casting frantic glances behind him as he clumsily stumbled away.

The prince wished for a moment to give chase, but there was someone else at the moment who likely needed his attention more than that bastard.

The prince whirled on his feet in a smooth motion, and released his hold on his Gates - Morpheus Manifesting almost immediately in a bright flash of light that cast a blue glow on their surroundings - as he turned towards Ignis.

Oh - that bastard was gonna get it - just wait until he reported this to -

“Ignis are you -” Noct’s eyes widened in alarm, and had he not known exactly what was about to happen next, he and Morpheus likely would have been vaporized.

KRAK-THOOM!!!

Noct’s dive towards his Anima turned into a forward roll as he scooped up the fox in his arms, rolling safely to the side as the entire garage around him lit up in a light so bright that it still pierced through his closed eyelids in a painful burst.

He managed to get behind a pillar, but noted with alarm that the lightning spread throughout the garage in a ripple of energy - striking several cars and areas - and setting off the alarm of every vehicle in the garage while causing several explosions beyond the pillar that Noct was currently hiding himself and Morpheus behind.

The prince felt the electricity from the shock burn at his back - small twists of the energy danced across his arms - and he peeked down into his lap at the small fox that was blinking wide-eyed up at his surroundings from the safety of his arms.

Noct cringed when he heard the deafening roar of the Elder Coeurl echo across the garage - the ferocity of it as loud and dangerous as the sound of rolling thunder.

He peeked forward, the sound of the car alarms making him cringe as the sensory overload from the lightning and noise combined into a migraine-inducing mix. Noct watched as Zalera paced the ground directly in front of her Host, her tail swishing violently behind her while lightning danced across her fur in dangerous tendrils. Her Host was in a similar state - lighting trailing up and down the length of Ignis’ body as he braced himself against the wall - his free hand coming up to cover his face as his body swayed dangerously and his knees almost buckled.

Noct prayed to the Six that he was okay. Despite knowing that Ignis couldn’t be hurt by such an attack - constant exposure to electricity for the majority of his life had allowed Ignis to build up quite the immunity to electric currents of any kind - but his advisor’s haggard appearance was not doing anything for Noct’s confidence - and it left him itching with a near overpowering urge to check on the other immediately. However, unlike Ignis, Noct wasn’t shockproof, and the supercharged atmosphere made it impossible to approach without severe consequences.

The prince felt his heart hammer in his chest, but he waited not a moment longer before he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. “AH - TSCH - ow!” Noct nearly dropped the device when an electrical pulse shocked his fingers, the screen fritzing in response to the electrical charge that was still very evidently pulsing through Noct’s body from the attack.

Morpheus whined from where he sat safely in Noct’s lap, and the prince patted the Anima’s head as he quickly swiped through his contacts before selecting the one he was looking for, and lifting the device to his ear as he stared from his small sheltered spot towards Ignis.

“Noc- ”

“Cor - I need a team sent down to the palace garage immediately. Make sure they’re equipped with Resistant Charms - lots of them. Send scouts, too - we’ve got a guy on the run.” Noct interrupted confidently without an ounce of guilt and despite his current distress at the moment.

“... Understood.”

Noct ended the call. Cor was likely wondering what had happened - the Marshal must have understood the severity of the situation to not question the prince’s abruptness - but all Noct could hope for was that the older man hurried .

Noct’s eyes flashed up to the small ramp way that lead down to the garage, and he felt his dread increase as he watched a small group of Crownsguard - and even a few Kingsglaive members dash down the ramp - obviously having been alerted by the explosion of noise.

The prince forced Morpheus back into his soul - the little creature understanding the need to stay hidden for the current moment - before Noct jumped to his feet and rushed towards the group. They were still a good distance away, so they likely hadn’t noticed Ignis or his Anima quite yet.

“Wait!” Noct’s voice drew the attention of the small group, and he noted in slight relief that Nyx, Crowe, and Libtertus were among the group that had come down the ramp. The prince waved his hands at them, watching as they slowed just before they came to a halt before him.

He couldn’t let them see Ignis like this right now - it was besides the point that if any of them had taken a step too close to the supercharged zone, they wouldn’t have escaped unscathed. Zalera was also still wandering about, and Noct knew it would likely be awhile before the Anima had calmed enough for Ignis to safely Contain her.

“Hey, Prince!” Libertus exclaimed, his eyes wide and alert as he scanned the area. “What -”

“Where’s Cor!?” Noct asked, interjecting before Libertus could continue -

“Your Highness - what happened?” Crowe asked a moment later, her large brown eyes searching his face for answers.

“I’ll explain in a minute - right now I need Cor - oh -” The prince whirled on Nyx, who was regarding the surroundings with a careful - and impressed - eye. “Nyx - I need a Resistant Charm - you’ve got one on you, right?” Noct asked hurriedly, pushing a hand towards the Glaive as he waited for the accessory.

Nyx frowned, but nodded, reaching up to tear a Lightning Crest from his uniform.

Thank the Six.

Nyx’s Anima was a common Coeurl, so Noct had hoped the man would have an extra accessory on hand.

“Prince Noctis!”

All eyes flew up to the top of the ramp, and the group watched as the Marshal made his way rapidly down the path as he jogged towards them with a small group of Crownsguard trailing behind.

Noct’s face lit up in relief.

“Cor - good.” Noct said as he approached him, simultaneously attaching the accessory to his shirt.

Noct made rapid work to explain what had happened, watching as the frustration and anger Noct was currently feeling gradually appear in Cor’s eyes the more Noct spoke. The Marshal waited patiently for him to finish - Noct heavily emphasizing that Ignis needed to be left alone at the moment, otherwise the enraged Anima was likely to attack at the assumed threat to her Host - before Cor set his men to deactivating the car alarms and taking care of the smoking vehicles on the perimeters of the danger zone. The Marshal also made sure to deploy the scouts in search of the perpetrator, reassuring Noct that they would apprehend him.

With the shared understanding that Cor would keep the guard - and anyone else away from Ignis and his Anima - while Noct would attempt to check on him, the two parted ways with their assigned duties.

Noct half-ran half-walked past several blinking, honking cars till he was safely out of the view of the Crownsguard that were slowly but surely making their way through mass of vehicles.

Noct slowed his steps considerably as he neared the area Ignis was, and he felt a sharp current of electricity trail up his body the moment he stepped into the supercharged zone - Morpheus Manifested on his shoulders the second the shock twisted around him - and thanked the gods for Nyx’s charm - the thing was working wonders to keep the harmful effects of the lightning away from him.

He rounded the last corner, looking on as Ignis’ Elder Coeurl paced furiously in front of him  - the Anima’s teeth flashing in violent anger - but it seemed as though she had stopped roaring at the moment, at least. He could see Ignis’ attempt to keep himself upright against the wall as the advisor worked to rid himself of the exhausted daze that was still rendering him weak and confused - but Noct watched in wild alarm as his advisor suddenly slumped against the wall, his back sliding against the stone as he finally collapsed to the ground.

Noct took a hasty step forward - much to Zalera’s visible and audible disapproval.

“Woah, girl -” Noct said - raising his hands as the Anima snarled loud and long at him, her sharp teeth baring in evident mistrust while lightning danced across her long whiskers.

Morpheus suddenly hopped down from Noct’s shoulders, his dainty paws hitting the ground with ease as he approached the Elder Coeurl. Noct could sense his Anima’s attempts to break through Zalera’s protective rage to initiate contact - but the Coeurl’s anger was rendering her little more than an enraged beast.

Noct felt Morpheus dip into his soul, pulling forth a small amount of power as the creature relayed a calming aura over Zalera’s mind, and the Coeurl’s tail swished back and forth as the fox-like Anima attempted to reassure her of Noct’s good intentions.

Eventually, it must have worked, as Zalera’s head bowed slightly, though her eyes still flashed back and forth between her Host and Noct, her black lips pulling away from her long teeth in a threatening display, before stepping back slightly as she allowed the prince to approach her vulnerable Host.

Noct nodded once in her direction, feeling a small warning flash in his mind as the Coeurl briefly tapped against his telepathic waves, but he moved forward at the same time Morpheus dashed towards Ignis.

The guy looked half dead.

The advisor’s face was pale, and from where he sat slumped against the wall with his head thrown back and eyes closed, one might have thought that he was dead had it not been for the way his chest rose and fell in shaky but deep breaths. Static electricity still bounced around every inch of his body, and Noct was careful as he squatted next to him, careful not to touch the other even though he wore the Lightning Crest -

Morpheus obviously wasn’t as mindful - Noct held back a small yelp of alarm when the creature dashed forward, and without a thought, hopped directly onto Ignis’ lap -

And remained perfectly safe - though his tail took on a whole other definition of bushy as the electric currents jumped across to play amongst the Anima’s fur.

Oh.

Noct sent a mental wave of reprimand towards his Anima for scaring him like that, but the little creature merely continued to nudge his little black nose against Ignis’ chest and hands, his little paws dancing around the man’s lap while his fluffy tail swished around him in evident concern.

“You look like hell, Specs.” Noct finally muttered, deducing from his Anima’s ability to touch Ignis that it was likely safe for him too. He tentatively reached out to pat Ignis’ shoulder, only mildly feeling the sting of electricity as the energy danced off his hand from the contact.

Ignis cracked an eye open as he regarded Noct tiredly, his head falling forward slightly, though it appeared that even such a simple action required great effort. “Thank you, Noct. But might I suggest looking in a mirror before you go making remarks about my own appearance.”

Noct frowned - but he locked eyes with Morpheus - and the little Carbuncle sent him telepathic wave of amusement - and Noct’s hands flew up to his hair.

Oh.

He could feel the electricity still dancing between the strands, but his hair was sticking straight up .

Gods - he must have been quite the sight when he had greeted Cor and the Crownsguard - that probably explained the incredulous looks and twitching lips.

By the Six, that was embarrassing.

Embarrassment aside, Ignis’ flippant response was enough to cause Noct to let out a shaky chuckle of relief, his hand patting his hair once before they fell into silence again as a dark atmosphere filled the space.

He could see Zalera out of the corner of his eye, but he could tell that the Anima wasn’t making a move so far as to try and communicate with her Host - but she was watching them carefully as they spoke.

Poor girl...she’d known about this the whole time - and wasn’t able to do a thing -

“What the hell , Ignis.” Noct suddenly broke away from his thoughts as a sudden irritation filled him at the thought. “Why - why didn’t you say anything!?” The prince’s voice escalated slightly, and he was worried for a moment that he might alarm Zalera - but the Anima simply swished her tail back and forth in clear agreement.

Ignis sighed as he brought a hand up to his face, his fingers pushing his glasses up as he rubbed at his eyes tiredly.

Noct - feeling a little guilty for immediately interrogating the other when Ignis was obviously exhausted - growled slightly when he didn’t get a response. “How long has this been going on?” He continued, frowning as he waited for Ignis to make eye contact with him.

The strategist’s eyes fell as he looked to the ground, and it was almost amusing the way Zalera’s eyes locked with his in such motherly concern and frustration.

“...a few months.” The strategist answered wearily, his heavy eyes blinking blearily at nothing in particular. “I had kept the situation under control - until recently, that is. Despite the discomfort of his attention, it was hardly beyond what I could handle.”

“Are you serious?” Noct hissed, his eyes flashing in anger. “This has been going on for a few months and you just - didn’t say anything!?” Noct’s eyes snapped to the side when Zalera let out a growl in clear agreement, her fangs baring slightly as she listened to them converse.

Ignis sighed weakly, attempting to adjust himself from where he sat against the wall. “The House of Ledoness has served as a major contributor to Insomnia’s trade for more than a century, including Lord Cardion, the current Head of House. The benefits of the relationship are far too valuable to be disrupted by a minor inconvenience…” He trailed off as he glanced to the side, his face solemn in thought. “...it was hardly anything warranting your or anyone else's attention, Noct.”

“That’s BULLSHIT.”

Noct watched as Ignis’s eyes shot up to him in surprise at the vehement tone of his voice, but the prince barely kept himself from slamming the side of the wall with a closed fist as anger overtook his ability to stay calm.

“You’re smart, Specs, but sometimes you can be a real idiot.” The prince fumed, and he could feel Morpheus push a small nose against his hand in a calming gesture as the prince became more riled with time. “You should know better than to not say anything - I mean - what were you thinking? That could have gotten a lot worse!”

The advisor remained silent, eyes falling shut as he appeared to mull over Noct’s words. Ignis eventually let out a low noncommittal hum in answer, and though not exactly happy with that type of response, Noct noted with a heavy sigh that his advisor was quickly losing the ability to pay attention as exhaustion pulled deeply at his features.

Noct looked towards Morpheus and Zalera once before he stood to his feet, bending down as he looped an arm around Ignis’. “Come on...let’s get you home.” Noct said softly, deciding that, for the time being, further conversation could wait.

“A moment.” Ignis requested - though it was more a command than anything - and Noct paused as the strategist looked towards Zalera. Again, the familiar tension of telepathic communication that flooded between the two, and after what seemed like an hour of discussion, Zalera eventually closed her eyes, her form melting into a pretty shimmer of purple light - before shooting forward to splash against Ignis’ chest in a shower of sparks as she returned to his soul.

Noct followed suit soon after with Morpheus, not wasting another moment before he hoisted Ignis to his feet, one arm immediately looping around the slim waist as he found that he had to support a good majority of the man’s weight.

Noct didn’t even want to imagine the toll it must have been taking on his advisor to keep Zalera locked away for all that time - the effort Ignis displayed that evening should have been enough to completely deplete his energy, but Ignis had somehow managed to hang on - including the months the guy had been harassing him.

Damn.

The two had managed to make their way through the Citadel - Noct having waved away all offers of assistance from Crownsguard and Kingsglaive alike as they left the garage - a small ways before Cor had caught up with them, clearly concerned judging by the look on his face.

“Ignis, I’m glad to see you’re alright.” The Marshal’s eyes were sharp with relief, gaze running over the advisor’s form as he spoke.

“It’s of no concern.” Ignis responded quietly as he adjusted his glasses with one hand.

“What’s the situation, Marshal. Did you get him?” Noct asked, his voice oddly authoritative as he spoke.

“Fortunately, yes.” Cor said, satisfaction evident in his tone as he straightened up.

“Good. Tell the Keepers I want an audience with him and my dad at the soonest possible time -”

“Noctis, please - there’s hardly a need for -”

“Specs, I know you’re my advisor, but right now you need to kindly shut up and let me take care of this.”

Noct took a moment to give himself a pat on the back in satisfaction as Ignis visibly flushed in embarrassment and Cor sent him an approving, if wry, smile before Noct made a point to adjust his grip on Ignis’ waist before he turned to address the Immortal again. “Tell them that I want a representative for both parties staged and ready for an audience with the king by tomorrow evening.”

Cor nodded, bowing once before he straightened. “As you wish, Your Highness.” Noct felt a spike of confidence rocket through him as Cor addressed him by his formal title, a rare and honorable thing.

He watched as the Marshal bid his farewell to the two of them, and though Noct could feel Ignis’ slightly perturbed eyes glance every so often in his direction, the prince continued forward without a word until they reached Ignis’ room in the Citadel.

The homey atmosphere of Ignis’ room was a welcome change to the stressful environment that they had just left, and as soon as the walls around their Gates came down at the relief of privacy, both Morpheus and Zalera Manifested in a bright flash of light.

The two managed to toe off their shoes in the entrance way with some effort, and Noct decided he could remove his and Ignis’ jackets after they had sat down.

It was obvious Ignis was still trying to refrain from leaning too heavily against Noct, but his exhaustion at the effort was evident when Noct finally managed to sit him down on the edge of the bed, the advisor letting out a breath of relief as he was finally able to get off his feet.

Ignis propped an elbow up on his thigh and he leaned his head forward as a hand came up to tiredly rub at his eyes.

Noct frowned, walking forward so that he could sit himself down next to his advisor on the edge of the bed. “You’re an idiot.” Noct said after a moment of silence, his eyes deadpan as he stared at the light brunet.

Ignis let out a deep sigh, fully resting his head in the cup of his palm.

“Why don’t you lay back before you fall forward.” Noct suggested when he saw Ignis sway forward dangerously.

Ignis hardly complained as he did as he was told, lifting his feet onto the bed before he laid his head down on the pillow, staring tiredly up at the ceiling.

“Anyway, back to what I was saying - you’re an idiot.” Noct repeated sternly, “I can’t believe you just - let that happen.” The prince reprimanded, out of the corner of his eye he watched as Zalera lept softly up onto the bed, her large body barely fitting on the other side of mattress as she made herself comfortable beside Ignis.

Noct watched as Ignis reached out a hand to pet the Elder Coeurl, the Anima letting out a soft rumble of contentment as she felt Ignis’ hands run through her fur. “I’m aware that you feel it was selfish, Noct. But the truth still remains that the consequences of this will likely be detrimental to the relationship of the outlying cities.” Ignis said monotonously, his hand dropping to the side as he pondered his own words.

“I don’t care if we’re breaking a treaty with the Empire - you don’t keep that to yourself. If you’d told me, we probably could have done something about it before it got this bad.” Noct said with a scowl, his hands flaring out on either side of him as he spoke.

Ignis closed his eyes as he sighed. “I appreciate your concern...I do…but...”

Noct immediately shook his head with a grunt. “You may be my advisor - but you’re my friend too, don’t forget. We all have a duty, here, but that doesn’t mean we can’t look out for each other - isn’t that we’re supposed to do, anyway?”

Ignis grimaced before he huffed in wry acknowledgement. “Indeed.”

“The next time this happens - tell me - or someone - don’t just keep it bottled up. You were freaking me out. I’m here for you, Specs. Whatever it is. Kay?” Noct insisted firmly, throwing in a glare for good measure.

Ignis stayed silent for a moment, but eventually a small smile tipped his lips. “Then...I suppose I owe you my thanks.” Ignis finally voiced, his eyes tired, yet genuine as he locked them with Noct’s.

“Glad that’s settled.” Noct scoffed with an affectionate smile. “Now close your eyes and sleep.”

Ignis’ brows furrowed, obviously confused at the notion. “It’s barely evening, Noctis.” The advisor said with a huff, taking in a breath before he made to sit up from the bed.

“Ever heard of a nap, Specs?” The prince said - making a point to use one finger jab into the other’s chest as he forced Ignis to lay back down. “You’re not gonna do anyone any good by passing out making dinner or something.” Noct chided pointedly.

“This is hardly the time…” Ignis’ voice trailed off as he blinked heavily at the prince, and Noct noted with a sigh that he was likely going to fight this -

A nudge against his mind along with the vague impressions of an idea pushed against Noct’s senses, and a smirk came to his face when Morpheus jumped up onto the bed, the little creature taking dainty steps across the comforter. Noct nodded once in approval as Morpheus glanced towards him for permission, and then small Anima gingerly sidled closer towards Ignis in response.

Ignis watched with cautious eyes as the small creature approached him, and he skeptically flicked his gaze in Noct’s direction as Morpheus let out a small coo of reassurance as the Anima hopped up onto Ignis’ stomach.

“Just sleep, Ignis.” Noct voiced softly. At the same time, the fox-like creature let the red crystal on his forehead glow, pressing its tiny snout to Ignis’ chest as the small magic seeped into the very core of Ignis’ soul.

It wasn’t a moment later that Noct watched with tender affection as Ignis’ eyes involuntarily closed and his breathing evened out in response to the magic’s pull - the peace and tranquility of Morpheus’s powers drawing the advisor into a deep and restful sleep.

The prince’s eyes flashed up to where he saw Zalera blink slowly down at her Host, obvious concern replaced by relief as she watched his chest rise and fall in a peaceful slumber. The Anima laid her head back down on the other side of the bed, though her large eyes continued to keep themselves solidly trained on Ignis even as he slept.

Noct let out a deep sigh, nodding once towards Morpheus in thanks before he whipped out his phone to shoot a quick text to Gladio and Prompto - both of whom would likely find out about this soon enough - better that they heard it from Noct rather than a guard.

He still couldn’t believe what had happened.

Ignis was just...Ignis.

His advisor had kept this from him out of fear that it would damage relations between Insomnia and the outlying cities - but at what cost? Did Ignis not feel as though he could trust Noct with that sort of information?

No...that wasn’t it...it was simply that Ignis had felt his troubles weren’t worthy of note, and therefore he had shouldered it himself to take care of it. Ignis would do everything he possibly could to see to the well-being of Insomnia - it was obvious that his home meant so much to him - more than Noct could even comprehend. He’d work out a means to avoid anyone else falling into something he deemed his own problems, even if it meant putting himself at risk...

Noct shook his head with a fond smile, reaching forward to pluck the glasses off Ignis’ face as he kept watch.

Yeah. He’d make sure to keep a much better eye on Ignis from now on...Ignis wasn’t just his advisor - he was his closest confident, his trusted ally - he was his friend.

One that Noct would surely protect with the power that he was given.

Chapter Text

Wild hissing and clashing of swords mixed with the shrieks of several different kinds of beasts lit up the area in a circle of madness. Three midgardsormr circled the area round them, tails thrashing as they spat their venom at the mix of beasts and humans that surrounded them.

Prompto let out a whoop of excitement as a flash of black appeared directly before his vision, and in an instant the blond had thrown himself upon the back of the Black Chocobo, successfully evading another spray of venom in his direction.

“Thatta girl, Sylph!” The blond cheered, feeling her own joy reciprocated in the notion of his own safety and the praise.

This fight was tough - but they were definitely winning.

The blond could see Noct warp-strike at the head of one of the giant serpents, hitting it full force in the face, and had it not been for Morpheus’s instant shield that flared around him, the second serpent would have bitten him in half as he fell to the ground after the attack.

Prompto felt the wind whip around his face as he circled the battlefield, guns blazing as he aimed several well placed shots in the direction of the giant snakes that were still hissing vehemently at their targets.

Ignis was off to the side on the outer rims of the circle, but it seemed as though he was making a desperate plan with his own Anima as the Elder Coeurl suddenly dashed forward after a nod in his direction.

“Gladio - circle around with Zalera!” Ignis shouted, tossing his daggers in a flare of motion at the creature’s head to distract it from Zalera’s movements.

Uh-oh. Prompto internally thought to himself as he watched Gladio circle behind the giant serpent with the Coeurl, the two eyeing each other with cautious looks.

He briefly wondered if Zalera would cooperate with Gladio this time. They weren’t exactly known to be the best team considering their strange aversion to each other…although that wasn’t exactly true. Zalera seemed to have something against Gladio, and the Shield only returned the favor after one too many close calls.

Prompto let out a small gasp as the two dashed forward simultaneously, Zalera setting forth a sharp strike of lighting that immediately grabbed the attention of the serpent - and in the same moment, Gladio lept forward, swinging his greatsword with all of his might as he came down hard upon the beast.

Gladio rolled out of the way, successfully completing the link strike with the Coeurl and downing the serpent in one blow-

“AW, YEAH!” The blond shouted, throwing a hand up into the air in a victorious thrill. “Great! One down and -”

“SHIT!” Gladio’s sudden cry brought Prompto’s attention back to his older companion, watching with a mixture of amusement and concern as the Shield barely dodged a bolt of lightning that zapped dangerously close to his feet.

“GODS DAMMIT, ZALERA!” The warrior cried, throwing a glare in the Anima’s direction as she quite smugly trotted away around the corpse of the fallen beast.

Prompto cringed when Atomos let out a small roar at the same time, lunging forward to swipe a paw at the second serpent that struck at Gladio’s otherwise oblivious form - likely saving his life.  

“Gladio, watch yourself!” Ignis shouted, having noticed the close call while Zalera circled back around him in a protective gesture.

“She tried ta’ zap me again!”

“She is not.... intentionally doing that -!”

“SEE - I can tell by the pause in your voice that she IS - “

“Uh - GUYS! HEADS UP!” Prompto’s voice seemed to shake the two from their small argument a minute too late, and had it not been for Prompto and Noct’s in synch intuition - they likely wouldn’t have made it to the two in time.

The giant serpent allowed its giant tail to come smashing down upon where Gladio and Ignis had been standing - but Noct was there in a flash - and through linked minds - Morpheus once again flashed around a small force field - which would have shattered to smithereens from the force had Prompto not spurred Sylph and dashed forward - firing shots in quick succession towards the tail to slightly deflect it before it hit with only half the force as it slid off and around the field.

“AlllRRIiiigghht!” Prompto cheered from where he prompted Sylph to turn around, rubbing her neck with one hand while the other shot into the air in victory. “You guys owe us big time!” The gunslinger sang before he urged Sylph forward again to continue the flurry of attacks on the second serpent.

They weren’t exactly in perfect synchronization, but this was one of the first battles they’d conducted with each of their Animas out and ready to fight - and though they’d practiced before, mid-battle situations always made things tricky. Improvisation and prediction was almost the majority of how the eight of them managed to fight their way through this battle.

“Last stretch! IGNIS, get ready!” Gladio suddenly bellowed, and in a motion barely visible, the warrior leapt up to grab one of his Anima’s horns and swung himself on the beast’s back in a well-coordinated movement. All in the same motion, Atomos had rushed forward, springing up into the air with a mighty sweep of his wings.

Prompto knew exactly what the two were doing.

“NOCT!” The blond called, again urging Sylph to dash towards where the prince was currently tearing apart the midsection of one of the serpents in a flurry of strikes. However, at the call of his name, the Prince didn’t waste a second before he leapt over the body of the creature seconds before it struck at him, sprinting with all of his might towards where Prompto was currently dashing towards him on Sylph.

Prompto could see Atomos’ form diving towards them, if they didn’t move right now -

In a swift motion, Prompto reached out one hand towards Noct as their paths finally crossed, and even as the chocobo dashed forward full speed, the blond managed to snag the prince’s hand and swing him up onto the back of the Anima. He knew Noct was safe when he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his torso as Slyph carried them away in a mad sprint.

The sound of Atomos’ roar as the Anima dive-bombed the two serpents on the ground shook the very core of Prompto’s chest as he urged Sylph faster towards a pile of rock - he could feel the icy wind of the blizzard that Atomos had conjured bite at his skin as they just barely escaped the fury of ice by dashing behind the large structure.

Prompto felt Noct’s grip around his waist loosen as the other dismounted - and the blond noticed the flash of light out of the corner of his eye as Morpheus Manifested directly beside the Prince. In a similar motion, Prompto quickly slid off Sylph, the two of them daring a glance around the rock.

Prompto smirked at what he saw.

The entire area was covered in ice - the wind from the blizzard still bit at their faces, but the worst of it was over - or - actually - yet to come.

Frozen in place, the creatures were temporarily completely vulnerable. Atomos took only a second to get his paws under him before leaping once more into the air - and subsequently out of attack range - as Gladio’s voice rang out.

“ALRIGHT - LIGHT IT UP, IGGY!”

“My pleasure . ” Prompto watched as Ignis let a smirk crawl up his face as he took a step forward from the other side of the battle zone, Zalera simultaneously stepping up beside him. In perfect synch, Ignis threw a hand out as Zalera belted out a roar - both their bodies lit up in a blinding flash of light and extreme heat - forcing Prompto to turn away and cover his eyes.

KRAK-THOOM!!!

Amidst the deafening sound, light, and heat - the two serpents let out shrieks of pain as the lighting called forth from Zalera and Ignis’ bodies all but vaporized them into ash.

Prompto cracked open his eyes the moment the sound of the explosion ceased, and though he could still hear and see the crackle of electricity - the main part of their danger was now a fried mess of charcoal on the ground.

“WOOOOOHOOHOOHOO!” Prompto’s joyous cheer was followed by a loud Kweh! - as he and Sylph jumped out of their hiding spot, careful to dodge the electrified zone of the dead serpents as they dashed around the area. “WE’RE ALIVE! Let’s celebrate by eating something dead!”

Noct snorted with an amused grin as Prompto wobbled unsteadily when Atomos descended from the air with a resounding BOOM, shaking the earth with the force of his weight. Sylph let out a small chirp of displeasure as the massive form of the behemoth trotted toward them, ruffling her feathers even as she sidled closer to her Host.

“Those things were tougher than we thought - weren’t they, boy?” Prompto looked up as Gladio remarked from the back of his Anima, giving the Dread Behemoth a fond pat on the neck before he carefully slid off as Atomos lowered his body to the ground.

Prompto chuckled as the Anima rumbled lowly, likely in agreement of the ferocious fight before it dutifully followed his Host to the area where the four were gathering.

“We smoked ‘um - literally. Nice one guys, I never get tired of seeing that.” Prompto chirped as he attempted to slap a hand on Ignis’ back - only to pull back immediately when electricity jumped between the gap and zapped him. “YEOWCH!”

“How many times must I remind you to refrain from touching me while I’m still charged like this?” Ignis said, his tone unapologetic as he shook out his hands, electricity dancing merrily between his fingertips with the motion.

“I keep forgetting.” Prompto whined, wincing as he flexed his hand, the tingly feeling still lingering in his palm and traveling up his arm.

“Not bad for their first battle, huh.” Gladio said as the group slowly gathered in a loose circle, regarding each of his companions with a proud glint, though his eyes narrowed when he looked at Zalera.

Noct scoffed loudly as he walked up beside Prompto. “You owe us - Prompto and I get the beds next time we’re in Lestallum.” He huffed mockingly, folding his arms against his chest. “That was way too close.”

“Sounds fair to me.” The blond agreed readily, reaching out a hand to habitually stroke Sylph’s neck.

“If we’re keeping a tally, then I believe Gladio and I have a right to the beds for the next several months if I recall correctly.” Ignis remarked plainly, habitually plucking his glasses from his face to examine them for any scratches or smudges. Prompto was internally amused to see tiny bolts of lightning hop across the glass and metal even as he opened his mouth to reply back.

“That’s-” Prompto started, but stopped when he realized that the Advisor was probably right. Like always.

Dammit.

“Speakin’ a’ Lestallum, we should collect our bounty and restock our supplies. We’re outta Cup Noodles.” Gladio voiced mournfully, placing his hands on his hips as he looked around the group.

“And we’re low on Ebony.” Ignis added immediately, swiftly putting his glasses back in place. “It’s decided. We’ll make for Lestallum. Gladio, Prompto, why don’t you two go on ahead and get a headstart on the shopping, Noct and I will meet you there in an hour or so after we finish taking down camp with the Regalia.”

“Why do I have to stay and help?” The prince half-whined.

“Considering that you currently have no mount - as you’ve forgotten to rent a chocobo - your only option - seeing as Atomos is more likely to eat you than let you ride - is to use Sylph.” Ignis stated knowingly, watching with concealed amusement as Noct cast his eyes uneasily to the Black Chocobo. The Anima, much to Noct’s disquiet - and to Gladio and Ignis’ amusement - drew her feet through the dirt in a seemingly innocent move that highlighted the sharpness of her claws.

“Yeah. Not gonna happen. She’d throw me over a cliff.” Noct voiced in a second, his displeasure moments ago replaced by resignation.

Prompto tsked loudly. “No she wouldn’t, Noct - Gods. Why do you think everyone I’m close to is trying to kill you. Sylph’s just playing!”

“First of all, Cor did try to kill me, and second of all, are you conveniently forgetting the time she tried to pluck out all my hair?”

“I told you - she was trying to groom you, ‘cause you’ve got black hair like her!” Prompto paused as he reran that sentence in his head. “Er - well, she’s got feathers - but that’s it!” Prompto felt a small stir of amused satisfaction roll off Sylph. He knew there was a little more to it - Sylph was his Anima after all - but he decided to keep that to himself for the time being, it was funnier that way. “But that doesn’t mean you guys can’t still get along! Come on Sylph - why dontcha be nice to Noct for a change, mmm?” Prompto cooed affectionately as he scratched her under the chin.

The Black Chocobo merely ruffled her feathers in return - sticking her head high in the air as she deliberately avoided looking at the prince - and plucked some unnoticed leaves and twigs from Prompto’s hair before proceeding to nibble affectionately on the blond strands.

Gladio’s quiet chuckling filled the air as Noct’s face twisted in deadset annoyance, “Oh yeah, I don’t think Slyph’s gonna change her mind any time soon there, Prompto.” The warrior voiced knowingly.

“At least I don’t almost get electrocuted .” Noct retorted with a scowl, though his eyes were lit with obvious amusement. “Zalera likes me just fine.”

“Hey!”

Ignis sighed wearily as he absently ran a hand down said Anima’s head and scratched her behind the ears as the Elder Coeurl nudged him for attention. “She’s not doing it on purpose.”

There were incredulous snorts all around.

“Uh, sorry to break it to you Ignis,” Prompto said as he started laughing, “But everyone knows that Zalera doesn’t like Gladio.”

Noct walked over and patted the Shield with an overly dramatic look of sympathy, “Good luck my friend, you’re gonna need it.”

The prince burst out laughing, forced to duck when Gladio swiped at him with a growl before he escaped towards the relative safety of Ignis with Morpheus trotting dutifully at his feet. Ignis shook his head in fond exasperation as the prince tried to use him as a human shield, only to get a shock for his efforts. Prompto openly laughed with Gladio at Noct’s yelp of pain, but covered a smile as Zalera took a moment to stare pointedly at Gladio before tossing her head with a flick of her tail, curling it around her Host.

Whelp.

“That’s that then. C’mon Gladio.” Prompto smirked at the other, quickly leaping up onto Slyph with a laugh when Gladio made a half-hearted swipe at him. With a groan, the Shield tipped his head towards Atomos, a silent wave of communication passing between them.

The Dread Behemoth let out a deep rumble of acknowledgement, and the Anima lowered itself to the ground as Gladio swiftly climbed his way up, mounting the beast in one fluid motion. “Alright, I’m off.” He said, settling himself comfortably before giving a two-fingered salute.“See ya in Lestallum.”

“Careful you’re not seen!” Ignis called to the two of them as Atomos took a running leap forward, his massive wings spreading on either side of him as he pumped them in one powerful sweep to send them airborne.

The gust of wind that followed the powerful motion had each of them lifting a hand to their faces, shirts and jackets whipping out behind them. “They’re totally gonna be seen.” Prompto remarked after a small pause, tilting his head at the sight of the behemoth disappearing high into the sky.

“Gladio is well aware to keep Atomos from the public eye.” Ignis said confidently, heading in the direction of the parked Regalia, Zalera close at his heels.

“Yup. Too bad for him.” Prompto smirked, patting Sylph as the black chocobo shifted under him. “Lucky chocobos are a pretty common sight.” The blond chirped happily, reaching up to tenderly pet her beak.

“Even so, she happens to be black. A rare thing. Keep her out of plain sight. It is best that we keep our affiliation with Insomnia a secret.” Ignis responded, the words familiar in Prompto’s mind already.

Prompto sighed, but nodded.

It was true...anyone with an Anima had to be from Insomnia - as it was through the power of the Crystal that allowed the citizens to Manifest theirs in the first place. There had been cases when those outside the city were able to Manifest, but it was almost unheard of.

Even so, while it was still a rare occasion that one was able to Manifest their Anima at all, it was common knowledge that those with one were typically Crown citizens. With the Empire on high alert for them, discretion was their best card to play at the given time.

Though, again, it wasn’t necessarily an issue that Prompto chose to ride Sylph instead of a rented chocobo, as they typically were isolated enough from the public eye that he didn’t need to worry about being seen. He simply Contained her once they reached an area with potentially unwanted prying eyes or ears. Easy enough.

For the other three, that was a bit more difficult. A Dread Behemoth, an Elder Coeurl, and a Carbuncle were a little more conspicuous, so their Animas were, unfortunately, Contained most of the time except when they camped far off enough to not be seen.

“We shall see you come a few hours, then. Ride safely.” Ignis shot Prompto a nod of acknowledgement before turning his attention towards Noct. “Come along, Noct.”

Prompto cast Noct a smirk as the prince huffed, but the prince waved a hand in goodbye before he made steps to keep pace with his advisor.

“Alright, you ready to go for a run, girl?” Prompto said excitedly, listening to the small kweh! - of a approval before the blond shifted himself more comfortably in the saddle he’d fitted her with just before they’d gone on their hunt that morning.

He grinned excitedly.

Usually, when the four of them traveled by chocobo, he had to keep reminding Sylph to not dash on ahead of them, as she was considerably faster than a normal chocobo, but this time - it was just open road.

“Alright - let’s hit it!”

Prompto swore not even the Regalia could have matched their speed as they bolted through the vast land towards Lestallum.

~

Prompto yawned loudly as he stretched his arms above him, only to almost lose his balance as his legs wobbled unsteadily. Going that fast while sitting in a saddle - even for a short amount of time and despite his experience over the past few months - still made him weak and sore. He could feel Sylph settle contentedly in his chest, waves of her clear satisfaction at being able to fully stretch her legs and wings making him smirk.

They’d both needed that.

Though he was a bit worried about leaving his saddle so poorly hidden on the outskirts of the small city - he’d really had nowhere else to put it - and like Ignis had said, it be wise to keep Sylph Contained in such a public place. Unfortunately, her saddle wasn’t able to return to his soul with her…

Ah, well. He’d just have to hope no one nabbed it from under the pile of leaves he’d so poorly hidden it under -

Prompto frowned as he looked forward as he made his way to the Cup Noodle stand where he was sure he’d find Gladio, but instead, his attention was drawn to the Outlook area, and he could see a small crowd gathered around a man -

And Gladio.

The two looked to be in some sort of heated argument, and Prompto didn’t waste a second before he dashed his way down the ramp towards them, listening intently as Gladio took a step back as the man threw wild gestures as he yelled at him.

“And I’m tellin’ you I didn’t touch her.” Gladio was saying, glaring fiercely at the man in front of him.

Prompto paused as he attempted the best way to gauge how bad the situation was. Judging by the small crowd, it seemed to have caused a considerable ruckus.

“You expect me t’believe that?” The man screamed back, cheeks flushing in anger. “You were always going around like you owned the place back in Insomnia, too! Fuckin’ made us all look bad in front of the Captain - now you think you got a right to come here and do whatever the hell you want now that you got outta the duty of protectin’ the prince - why the hell aren’t you dead!?” Prompto’s eyes widened considerably, sudden anger gripping his chest as he listened to the man spew such blatant hate.  He felt a strong pull of anger on Sylph’s end as she absorbed what Prompto was feeling.

“I’m not blaming you for bein’ angry, Keese, but there are some things you don’t understand -” Gladio tried to reason, his eyes tinged with both patience and mild irritation even as the other man interrupted him.

“I always knew you were unfit - ya pranced around like some dipshit so high on his ego, thinking that you're the best outta all of us - but what are you doing now for Lucis!? Besides fuckin’ away your time here tryin’ to steal my girl.” The man’s voice escalated as he harshly shoved Gladio in the chest, enough to make the Shield back up from the force.

Prompto’s hands clenched at his side.

“ You’re a real piece of work - a disgrace to Insomnia. You ain’t got the guts to defend yourself. All you got to show is muscle - and no balls - you’re a coward and a pathetic excuse for an Amicitia -

“HEY!” Prompto bellowed - so vehemently that he noticed both the guy and Gladio’s eyes turn up to him in blatant shock.

That was it.

The blond barely withheld a growl as he stomped towards them, fists balled at his sides. The man that was currently antagonizing Gladio watched him with furrowed brows, and he took a quick step back as Prompto marched directly up to him so close that their chests almost touched.

“What the hell -”

“How - DARE you.” He jabbed a finger hard in the man’s chest -  much to the evident shock of him and Gladio.

“You think you have ANY right to say that about him!? Do you have the slightest idea who he is!?” Prompto’s voice was between a growl and a shout as he pushed his finger harder into the man’s chest so that he was forced to take a step back.

“Prompto -”

“No - no - I’m not gonna sit back and listen to this.” The blond interrupted, waving a hand behind him at Gladio.

“Listen here you worthless bag of bones - you dare insult the name of Gladiolus Amicitia - Shield of the Chosen King of Lucis!? He’s the most honorable man that’s ever walked the earth - since he was a kid he’s been trained in the ways of chivalry and duty - he’s a white knight in shining armor - I’m not sure what kinda stupid you are, but it’s gotta be pretty special for you to have the gall to talk to him like that!” The blond barked, watching in deepening satisfaction as the expression on the man’s face became slightly more nervous.

He could sense Sylph’s own anger flare, and through his rage he managed to send a clear message for her to stay down before he continued. “If you think I’m gonna let you get away with insulting his name then you’ve got another thing coming - “

“Tch - “ The man’s lip curled as he took a step back to brace himself, his dark eyes flashing to Gladio before he spoke. “You better keep your little dog in check or he’s about -”

“Oh - no - you keep your eyes on me you piece of dirt-” Prompto snarled, as he made a point to step completely in between him and Gladio, “‘cause this dog’s got fangs and I’m about to tear apart your ass if you say another word to him .” The man cast an uneasy glance to the side as Prompto continued to stare death into his gaze. “I’m gonna give you two options - either get the hell back to the village you vanished from - ‘cause I’m sure they’re missing their idiot - or you’d better take back everything you said before I send you packing to the snake pit you came from- got it?”

Sylph was stirring harshly in his soul at his increasing aggravation and Prompto could feel the rage from her temper build up inside -

She wanted to trample this guy as much as he did.

A momentary pause filled the silence as the man debated what to say, but eventually his lips twitched into a snarl as he rolled his eyes.“Tsch - you’re not worth my time.” The man said, obviously attempting to mask the unease that was quite clearly testing his confidence before he took a step back.

“Yeah - next time you better think before you go insulting my friend, here.” Prompto’s face burned with rage, and he felt the angry scowl he wore deepen as he reluctantly turned his back on the man, internally wishing he’d say something else just so that he could -

“Your friend is a piece of worthless Insomnia trash, just like his father - Shield of the King - my ass. Couldn’t even protect him when -”

CRACK!!!

Prompto’s fist connected so fast and so hard that the force of the punch sent the man sailing back onto the ground head over heels.

Oh, but he wasn’t done yet -

“Woah - easy there, tough guy!” Prompto’s eyes flashed angrily, but the steps that he’d wanted to take forward to finish the job were halted when he felt Gladio’s strong hand on his shoulder hold him back.

He could feel his fist throb painfully, but he ignored it as his vision blurred at the edges in his anger - and unfortunately for the man - his anger was also relayed to his Anima. Sylph pushed hard against his Gates - hard enough that, this time - Prompto wasn’t able to hold her back - and she burst free from his soul in a flash of light.  

The Black Chocobo let out a cry of rage, and her wings flared out on either side of her as she materialized in front of him - claws tearing up the ground in search of the source of Prompto’s anger.

“Woah -!” Prompto ignored the gasps of the crowd at the impressive sight of his Manifested Anima - but he took special care to quickly approach her - hands quickly coming down to pat her neck in attempts to soothe her. “It’s okay...easy girl…” Prompto cooed softly, though he could still feel his own anger tinge at his senses when he flashed his eyes over to where the man was still rolling on the ground.

He watched in mild satisfaction as the man moaned loudly as he attempted to turn over, clutching his bloody nose while he writhed pathetically on the cement.

Good. Prompto hoped he broke it.

Prompto could hear the shocked whispers and mild sounds of alarm coming from the crowd, but he barely paid attention to it as he focused his efforts on keeping Sylph from tearing the man apart while he was down. Though really, it’d serve the bastard right.

“Shit - let’s get outta here.”

Prompto’s furious glare remained locked on the asshole even as he felt Gladio turn him gently around by the shoulders so they could get away from the small crowd that had gathered - some even coming to the aid of the man that was still rolling on the ground in pain.

Face still twisted in a glare, and Prompto could feel Sylph’s own anger match his, and as much as he wished to Contain her at the moment for fear of her setting off in a rampat rage, he couldn’t find the calmness in him enough to do so.

“ Astrals, Prompto - what the hell’d you do that for! ?” Gladio whispered harshly after they’d created a wide distance between them and the mess of a scene behind them. His eyes were wide with dismay as he regarded his younger companion with a tilt of his head. “Now all those people know we’re from Insomnia!”

“Yeah - from what that guy was saying, they knew that long before I socked him in his stupid nose.” The blond spat, clenching his hands at his sides as they marched forward, a few wide-eyed expressions were tossed his way as he glared into the distance.

He could see Gladio pause several times as he attempted to get Prompto to stop with him, but the blond resumed his hastened steps, Sylph trotting diligently next to him.

Gods, he was pissed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this angry -

“You didn’t have to go off like that though - Prompto - will you stop walking for a second!?”

Prompto felt his shoulder roughly grabbed as Gladio spun him around to face him - forcefully halting his steps.

“First of all - “ Gladio turned his head in both directions before he focused on a place beyond him, and pulled Prompto in between two buildings, away from the public eye. “You need t’cool off and Contain Sylph - she may be a chocobo - but a lotta people haven’t seen a black one - she stands out.” The warrior scolded, folding his arms as he regarded both his younger companion and the Anima from the cover of the small alleyway.

Prompto gritted his teeth, but huffed out a breath through his nose before he shut his eyes. For what seemed like an abnormal amount of time - small battle of wills as Sylph was quite averse to returning to his soul at the current moment - eventually the Anima relented, and she allowed herself to disappear in a bright light - her sparkling flare of gold fading into Prompto’s chest as she rejoined her soul with his.

The blond let out a deep breath, though he still refused to make contact with his friend.  

“Good. Now - care t’explain why you went off the handle like that?” Gladio asked after a moment, blatant confusion washing over his expression.

Prompto’s breath hitched.

Did he seriously just ask that?

The blond’s blue eyes flashed up to Gladio as he openly gaped. “Wha - what!?” He managed to splutter, throwing his hands up into the air. “ Did you not hear what he said about you! About -” The blond paused his words - gulping down a mix of rage and frustration that created a sudden lump in his throat.

Gladio tilted his head, his eyes softening considerably as he watched Prompto’s expression melt into a mixture of concern and anger. “Look...Prompto…” The warrior began, rubbing the back of his neck as he fully address his companion. “That kinda thing...those kinda people ain’t worth your time or your energy. Sometimes it’s best just ta’ let things go.”

“No. Not that.” Prompto stated fiercely, “People like him deserve to be tossed over a cliff. I wish I’d gotten to kick his face - I can’t believe he -”

“Hey - hey - ” Gladio interjected, his eyes flashing in a blend of consideration and amusement. He shook his head before taking a step forward so that he could place a large hand on Prompto’s head. “What’s got you so worked up, kid? This ain’t the first time you seen me deal with a bully.”

Prompto’s lips thinned as he stared up at his companion, but eventually his eyes fell as he let his folded arms drop to his side. “Not like that - he was...insulting...your dad. Even though he did everything he could to protect His Majesty - that guy went and said that .” Prompto’s hands clenched at his side, and he felt Sylph nudge against his Gates before she sent him waves of reassurance.

A gentle smile came over Gladio’s lips, and a moment later he dropped his hand from Prompto’s head to his shoulder. “People are upset, Prompto. You’re upset. I’m upset. An’ sometimes that gets the better of us, and we say stupid things. Like that guy - he prob’ly lost a lot when Insomnia fell - and yeah - it wasn’t right, but he’s tryin’ t’find a way to deal with it.”

“No. That guy was being an asshole. He had no reason to say that.” Prompto stated flatly, completely unconvinced.

Gladio regarded him for a quiet moment before he huffed, his eyes rolled as he shrugged his shoulders in slight agreement. “T’yeah - but everyone gets like that.” He reasoned patiently. “Just ask Iggy, he can tell you all sorts of stories of me losing my shit over something.”

And there he went again. Down playing others’ faults and mistakes while holding himself to a higher standard. Instead of taking what that man had said to heart, the Shield had simply shoved it aside - and even went so far as to defend him by saying that he was probably upset about Insomnia. Prompto couldn’t imagine how much those words must have hurt, and he internally battled with the notion that Gladio may have even had those fears deep inside him - and to have them thrown his face like that…

Yet Gladio held his ground. Solidly and confidently as he listened to the guy insult him so. Prompto had no idea how the Shield managed to stay so calm even as the asshole openly insulted his dead father -

But if Gladio had been able to sit through it for the sake of keeping their origins a secret...perhaps he should have too...

Prompto sighed, dropping his eyes to the ground in mild guilt.

Maybe...maybe he had let himself get a little out of control...

Gladio let a wide grin spread across his face, again reaching out a hand to ruffle Prompto’s hair as he threw a large arm over Prompto’s shoulder as he pulled him close. “Who knew this guy had such a temper?” The Shield said with a fond smile, trapping him in a headlock before he reached up a hand to noogie the blond head as he walked them out from the alleyway.

The gesture pulled forth a laugh from Prompto’s chest, and the blond squirmed as he attempted to get away from the grip around his neck, instantly feeling his bad mood vanish. The blond tsked fondly, but stayed silent as he pondered the same notion.

He didn’t have a temper - he wasn’t known for it at all - but - he had not been able to control himself - and for some reason he just couldn’t feel bad about it…

...Though he prayed to the Six that Ignis didn’t hear about any of this, the advisor could rival the Gods when pissed, and he’d heard a lot of horror stories from Noct and Gladio both .

Prompto straightened out his messy locks as they walked in comfortable silence for a while, passing by the lively town that instantly boosted his mood, much to Sylph’s evident relief as she continued to send him waves of comfort and reassurance.

“I don’t regret punching him.” Prompto suddenly stated, noticing Gladio’s eyes flash to him even though he kept his attention focused on ahead.

He turned just in time to see Gladio turn his attention back to the road with a smirk and a small huff of amusement.

“Yeah...you know what? I don’t regret you punchin’ him either. It was kinda badass.” The Shield smirked, flicking his brown eyes down at his younger companion. “Though I wish I’d been the one to send him flying.”

A broad smirk came to Prompto’s lips, and he puffed out his chest as he found a new spring in his step.

Yes.

He’d finally done it. All those times Gladio had had his back - he finally got to return the favor - twice that day! Though - he supposed it was more than that...hearing someone so blatantly slander Gladio’s name was - just more than he could handle.

What Prompto had said was true. Gladio was truly someone he admired, who held himself at a higher standard than others and proudly lived in a way worthy of an Amicitia. True to his heart and to his duty, Gladio’d give anything if it meant protecting Noct and the ones that he held dear. The same had gone for his father. Clarus had protected Regis, his king, until his last breath - and Prompto knew that Gladio would too.

Gladio was a good man - and an even better friend.

And even though Prompto may not not have been the strongest or the smartest of his friends, he knew virtue when he saw it, and the blond vowed to protect that from anyone who dare question it.

Even if it meant punching some stupid prick in the face.

“...we’re not going to tell Noct and Ignis about this, right?”

“If you’ve gotta death wish, be my guest.”

Unfortunately for the two of them, they didn’t realize how badly bruised Prompto’s hand was - the thing had swollen and bruised to a visibly painful level - before Ignis and Noct found them at the Leville. Ignis, to put it lightly, was not happy as he pulled the entire string of events from them - bit by painful bit. But even as he scolded them - much to Noct’s amusement as he watched safely from the sidelines - it was obvious that the Advisor wasn’t actually too upset about how Prompto had handled the situation - he held the blond’s hand gently as he applied first aid and even silently mouthed a “thank you” with a proud little smirk when Gladio wasn’t looking. Prompto flushed a little at the apparent praise, earning a friendly nudge from Noct later as Ignis spoke with Gladio in hushed tones on the other side of the room.

“Not bad, Blondie.”

“Thanks - wait, did you just call me ‘Blondie’?!”

Chapter Text

A hazy sunlight streamed into the large bedroom, streaks of the sunset colors painted the floors and wall where the window allowed. Only the slight rustle of the breeze could be heard from the open window, which ruffled the white curtains near the lone mirror.