Beta read by: SinikkavonWolperting, istoleyourcheesecake and Prompto_Cam
So, itsscrow asked me about doing a story of what would happen if Prompto went down on that Nif vehicle during the fight with Leviathan, so this is my take on it :D Really hope people like this, it is my first real attempt at a pairing story after all. I'll admit, a bit nervous as to how people will take it, seeing as it's not my normal. - But, hope all is well, and please let me know what you guys think of it. HNNNNG
Just a reminder, this is a Promnis story (PromptoxIgnis) Just a warning beforehand in case it's not really your thing.
There was no end to them, one after another, they just continued their onslaught. Taking in a few deep breaths, Noctis pressed himself against the wall, giving himself a moment to compose himself before pushing forward. "Son of a…" he muttered under his breath as the 'clanks' of more footsteps could be heard just around the corner. Even from where he stood, he could feel small sprays of moisture upon his face, wind whipping by and disheveling his hair.
He inhaled deeply and held it when they drew closer, he could practically see the tips of their guns peeking around the corner. There was no more time to waste, it was now or never. Gripping his blade, he spun around the turn, instantly swinging a couple of strikes at his foes. Sparks sprayed from the slashes, the flickers of red and orange searing his arms as they made contact. And they were down, their lifeless husks dropping heavily to the floor. The prince didn't get a chance to collect himself before a few shots rang out and there was a burning sensation on his upper left arm.
The cry of a beast vibrated through him and he grit his teeth against the piercing roar. Whatever was going on, one thing was for sure, it wasn't in a good mood. Blocking out the pain, he tossed his sword forward, flying after it in a stream of blue and felled the last two puppets. He was panting now, his heart pumping adrenaline through him at a ridiculous rate.
The raven bent forward, placing his hands on his knees to catch his breath. He was already this exhausted. His fingers tightened around the fabric of his pants, and with a growl, he straightened back up. "Not too much farther," he told himself, jogging over to the stairs and getting down those as quickly as his legs would allow him.
Once he reached the bottom, that soul-clutching wail froze him in place, a giant shadow completely swallowing him up. He was completely dumbfounded at the sight, the serpent towering over not only himself, but the entire city.
Shaking his head to to rid himself of his temporary uncertainty, he pushed on, his determination too rooted to be plucked away so easily. Only a couple more feet, and a buzz goes off in his ear, then his head is filled with the voice of his adviser. "Noct, Prompto is headed your way," he informed, voice loud and clear.
"But, what about you guys?" he shot back without hesitation. He hadn't heard anything until now, and he needed to know what the hell was going on, needed to know what went so horribly wrong.
The reply he got was instant. "We'll wait below - there's only room for two."
Before he could ask any more questions, or voice any more concerns, a new voice sounded in his ear. "Noct, Jump!" Prompto demanded, coming off as impatient, and borderline hysterical.
"What?!" Seriously? He was at least four floors up, and he was asking him to jump from this height. If he didn't know any better, he'd think he was trying to kill him. He paused mid-step, wondering if he had even heard that right.
"No time for questions!" he yelled back, beckoning the prince to just do what he was told, he'd just have to trust him for now.
He was still hesitant about this, what if he missed, or what if there was something in the way. Surely there was some other option that didn't involve him doing a leap of faith. "Man," he muttered, swallowing his fears and just charging towards the edge of the balcony. Squeezing his eyes shut, he just went for it and hoped for the best. There was nothing else he could do. It seemed as though he were falling forever, but he was too nervous to steal a peek.
Just as he could feel his stomach drop, he hit something, and he thought, 'This is it, this is the end'. But, other than having the breath knocked out of him, there was no pain. He clung to his savior, his chest aching with how much beating was going on within it. Slowly, he worked up the courage to sit up and cracked his eyes open. He was greeted with a head full of blond hair. Once he recognized the man as Prompto, he let out a tight exhale.
"The hell is this?" he asked, referring to the vehicle the gunner had just barely caught him with. His tone was still on the anxious side as he readjusted himself on the unfamiliar craft.
Prompto let out an overly excited laugh, "New ride we borrowed from the Niffs." He sounded awfully proud about that, but it still didn't explain how he even got it, or how he was flying it. "This'll get us in close," he said as he sped up, the sudden increase jarring the raven ever so slightly.
"Serious?" Noctis questioned, and he was sure he was the only sane one left. Who the hell let Prompto drive this thing to begin with?
The blond didn't reply, too focused on making sure they didn't hit anything. Sure, he was the front cover image of confidence, but on the inside he was nothing more than an unsure kid in shambles at the idea of this. "Here she comes!" he warned, causing Noctis to snap his attention forward.
His eyes widened at the smaller serpent heading right for them. Well, that was new. "I got this!" he assured, materializing his blade in an instant to hold it off. As he pushed it aside, it exploded, the remnants of it raining down on the both of them. Water? They were being attacked by mini Leviathans made of sea water?
"I'll get us in as close as I can, then it's up to you," Prompto yelled over all the noise. He zipped out of the confines of the city and back into open air, back to where Noctis could see the entirety of the Astral. It was even larger than he had first anticipated.
He swallowed thickly and turned to look behind them, there were more of the miniatures headed after them. "Alright! I won't be long!" he declared, gripping his blade and preparing to protect the both of them. Not soon after the words left his mouth did he feel them being submerged, and the next they were out again. A little bit of warning before Prompto decided to go diving would have been nice.
But, it was doing the trick, whatever he was doing, so he couldn't complain, and damn this thing was fast. "Hey, nice job finding this baby," he offered, deciding he should give him at least a little bit of credit.
"Moment I saw her, I knew we'd be going places," he beamed, that charming pride right back in place. Glancing over his shoulder for just a second, his face faltered. "Not again," he complained, trying to speed up as much as he could.
Noctis followed his gaze and stifled a groan of his own. Damn, these things were getting really annoying now. "Not making this easy," he groaned, preparing his sword to block the first one. Despite them being nothing more than water, the weight of them biting into his blade was intense and very real.
"Noct, hold on tight!" the gunner warned as they swooped in one after another. This was getting tiresome, and his arm was on fire; the constant impacts on his sword were just adding more aches to his shoulder. One more hit and he could feel his sword slipping from his hand, and that was it. He reached after his weapon only to get thrown off balance.
"Noct!" Prompto cried, taking one hand off the vehicle to make a grab for the prince and pull him back up. When he was sure he had it, he forced his attention back to the task at hand. "Almost there," he promised, taking them in closer to the beast, the mere presence of it pushing down on their shoulders. "Noct, can you reach?" he asked, reluctant to get closer and risk getting hit.
Looking down, Prompto looked straight into a single golden eye. "Now," he called, fearing the life of them both. The raven took that opportunity, and for the second time that day, took a leap of faith. It all happened in slow motion, he called his sword back to him and thrust it midair, and as he flew by, he caught a glimpse of more of those water serpents.
Holding his breath, he glanced behind him while he still gripped onto his hilt. "Prompto!" he called out, the blond's own cry reaching him. His dark gaze searched the sky, but he was nowhere to be seen. Starting to panic, he allowed his scrutiny to wonder down, and he finally caught something… but it wasn't what he wanted to see. It was flames… the vehicle was on fire and falling. Fast.
And, in the blink of an eye, it hit the ground. From this height, he couldn't tell what happened though, he couldn't even tell if Prompto was alright or not. He didn't get a chance to watch on, he was moving again, or rather, Leviathan was moving, and he swiftly lost sight of the wreckage. The last thing he witnessed was a small eruption and hues of orange and smoke. He couldn't feel anything, everything was numb except for the biting wind that assaulted him.
Clenching his teeth, he turned his attention back to that flaring orb. "Leviathan," he muttered under his breath, staring right through it without so much as blinking. "Hey!" he called to it again, louder and demanding. Slowly, the intense gaze drifted over to stare at him. "I need your power!" he once again requested, getting right to the chase; he wasn't really in the negotiating mood anymore.
Breathing in sharply a few times, he kept his gaze steady, trying to avoid letting his emotions get to him, there would be time for that later. Besides, he didn't see Prompto when it went down, so there was still a chance…
"Are you listening to me?!" he yelled again, taking a fist and slamming it against the rough surface of its skin. That cry sounded out again, deafening as it traveled through his bones and made his heart race with fear. He listened to it, closing one eye against the throbbing in his head from the vibrations of its voice.
Noctis grit his teeth and was swiftly losing what little patience he had left. "I'm the king, dammit!" Still, it denied him such assistance, almost mocking him as it refused to take him seriously as the heir. "So, you wanna do this the hard way then?" he asked, more than ready to prove himself if that's what it took. At this point, he wanted nothing more than to show this thing a thing or too. At that threat, Leviathan let out another monstrous howl, walls of water rose with the sound.
She bucked as she cried, effectively tossing the raven from his footing. Before he knew it, he was falling again, and this time there was no one to catch him. Too disoriented from the shaking, there was nothing he could do until he felt himself strike the ground. A hiss escaped him with the pain of it, and he wanted nothing more than to just stay down. But, that constant wail in the background begged to differ. Pushing himself up to his knees, he gazed out over the water, and there she was, still erect at full height. Not even five minutes, and he's already had enough of this.
Swearing under his breath, he pushed himself the rest of the way to his feet and took a few unsteady steps. He only got a few more before his footing was thrown off, and out of the corner of his eyes, he could see things being ripped apart and carried away. "What the hell," he muttered. It was clearly pissed, and there was no helping it anymore. Keeping a close eye on it, he prepared himself as she struck forward, flying out just above him. Taking his sword, he jammed it upwards, satisfied when it found purchase and yanked him up with it.
He held on tight, refusing to be thrown off again. Noctis was ready for whatever this thing had to offer. "So, this is how you wanna play, huh?" he questioned, waiting until it calmed down bit before making his move. When it straightened up once more, he began climbing up its body until he was back near its face.
The raven was fed up, so, with all the strength he could muster, he thrust his sword straight into that godforsaken, unwavering gaze. The bucking and screech that came next were almost enough to drop him off again, but he clung on. He held on as tightly as he could, or at least until it thrashed, ramming its body into the ruins of buildings in an attempt to rid it of this nuisance. Noctis was so close, but that last thrash was enough to once more knock him to the ground.
This time, there was no getting right back up; everything ached, that previous numb feeling completely gone and replaced with pure agony. Why couldn't he move? He wasn't done, this wasn't over yet. But, his vision was getting darker by the second, and his senses were waning. Taking in slow and shallow breaths, there was an odd sensation, a warm one, a welcoming one. Gradually, the pains began to fade and he found himself becoming overwhelmed with energy. He wasn't sure what was happening, but things began to fade, almost like something else entirely was taking over for him. The last thing he remembered after that was facing the beast, a spiral of water encircling the two of them, and that was it.
Everything was sore, and his head was killing him; it felt as though he had fallen down an endless flight of stairs. Groaning against the aches and pains, Noctis tested out his toes first, satisfied that they were responding at least. Next were his limbs, and little by little, everything seemed to be in order. Slowly prying his eyes open, he was greeted with unfamiliar territory, he didn't remember being here. Wherever 'here' was. Carefully sitting up, leaking out a few hisses and groans, he stared forward, the back of Ignis facing him.
"Back with us?" he asked, without turning all the way around. His voice sounded heavy… unnaturally so. When he didn't get an answer, he just assumed the prince was still listening. With a bit of effort, the adviser pushed himself up to his feet. "I'll tell the others… though, it may take a bit." he added, finally facing Noctis. Or, looking in his general direction.
For the first time, the prince let his gaze wander upwards, and a small and surprised gasp escaped him. His eyes softened at the sight. "You're hurt…" he commented, stating the obvious, but it just kind of slipped out. His eyes… they were marred.
"A small sacrifice in the greater battle," he sighed, not letting it get to him. Noctis lowered his head, trying to process all that had happened. It was almost more than he could bear to handle.
Then it occurred to him. "And Luna?" he asked, dropping his gaze to the covers, afraid of the answer.
He didn't like the way Ignis hesitated, or the way he turned his back to him and stepped away. He headed to the door before pausing and taking a deep breath. This was the moment he dreaded. "She has passed," he informed, saying it aloud only making it seem that much more real.
His breath hitched, and the weight in his hand seemed that much heavier. Slowly, he unfurled his fingers to gaze upon the band in his hand. But, that was just a dream… This couldn't be… He clinched his teeth and balled his fist back up. "Umbra left that for you," Ignis added, turning back to the door.
"And the others?" Noctis asked. "Gladio and Prompto? Are they…" he didn't finish, didn't want to even consider the possibility.
There was something about the brunet's face that didn't sit well with him, but he uttered a quiet, "They're both alive. They're outside, so whenever you're ready, I'm sure they'd both be happy to see you awake." He bowed once more before exiting, leaving Noctis to deal with all this news.
He wasn't sure how long he sat there, how long he soaked in his self-pity, but he couldn't bring himself to get up just yet, couldn't face the others yet. His hand tightened around the ring, and his other hand wrapped around that one. "Dammit," he swore, the word coming out encased in a sob as he leaned his head down. He glanced to his right and stared at the journal, his right hand shakily reached for it and began to turn its pages. One by one, faster and faster until he came across a page containing a single blue flower.
His hand hovered over it for a moment, and unable to look at at anymore, he slammed it shut and tore his attention away from it. This wasn't real, it couldn't be. He prayed this was just a dream. After a few more minutes of refusing to accept this, he finally forced himself to pull the covers back and get to his feet. He had to see the others. They've been waiting long enough, he was sure.
Unsteadily, he made his way towards the door Ignis had left out of and he placed one trembling hand on the knob before thrusting it open. The initial light that hit him was blinding, but once he got used to it, he could make out the three of them. Gladio and Ignis were seated on a bench, and then there was Prompto, leaning against the balcony and looking out over the water.
"Prom?" he called out, his heart fluttering with the sight of him… alive. He didn't react though, so Noctis tried again. "Prompto," he said louder, stepping forward.
"It's no use," Gladio said from the side, pulling in the prince's attention. He stared at the brute, silently asking him what the hell he was talking about. The shield cut his eyes over to the blond, and his brows knit together. "He can't hear you," he finally said. Again, the feeling of detachment was back, and instinctively, he took a few steps forward.
As he drew closer, he reached out. "Prom?" he questioned shakily before resting his hand on his shoulder, finally getting a reaction from the other, but it was a startled one. He really didn't hear him behind him. Slowly, Prompto turned to face him, his eyes lighting up at seeing him awake. Without a better way of showing his relief, the blond threw his arms around the raven, who in turn just stood there, unable to speak.
Noctis' hands hovered just inches from the blond's back, and before he could return the embrace, Prompto was pulling away, backing up just enough to look the other up and down to make sure he was alright. That was just like him, dealing with something such as this, but he was worried about him. He felt a small swell of rage at that, but not towards the blond, but to himself. He should be the one worried, he's the one that watched him go down, the one that thought the worst when he didn't see him.
Prompto stared at his face for a moment, his one changing into one of confusion as seeing just how upset the prince looked. Seeing this, Noctis softened it a bit, and without warning, pulled the blond back in to show that he wasn't upset with him. As he stared off across the horizon, the scene replayed in his head over and over again, his mind trying to make sense of what happened. And, for the life of him, he couldn't figure it out. But here they were, all alive, but all of them having lost something.
So, think it was good enough? ;w; Hoping just to make this as adorable and fluffy as possible. So, no worries, there won't be anything overly sexual in this. Still have no idea how nervous I am for this one. XD And, the actual romance won't start until the next chapter, but I promise it's coming.