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Warning: Noctis/Prompto.
Note: Enjoy.
Summary: His nightmares were slowly coming true.
Chapter One
It was a dark, dreary room.
In the distance, Noctis sat at the edge of his king-sized bed - unbuttoning his shirt, with his back turned.
Meanwhile, Prompto laid in bed - staring up at the ceiling, with wide eyes. A foreboding feeling was running through him. He was scared of Noctis.
He didn't understand why, though. How could he be scared of his best friend?
His heart fluttered. The King's shirt fell from his broad shoulders - unveiling his handsome body, but Prompto still felt scared of him. The blonde wanted Noctis to look at him - to turn around and reassure him.
"N-Noct?" Prompto squeaked, as Noctis ran a hand through his hair. "Look at me."
"What's wrong, Prom?" Noctis snickered, as Prompto clutched the blankets. "You sound … scared. Did you have another nightmare?"
"Please look at me."
"Well, if you insist so much."
The King turned around, but his eyes were glowing crimson. A gasp escaped from Prompto's lips - frightened by Noctis, who just laughed.
"You're not Noct!"
"Wrong, baby! I'm just not your Noct."
"Stay away!"
"That's no fun. I want to come closer to you."
"Don't!"
XOXO
He blinked awake.
A sigh of relief escaped him. He wasn't in that dark, dreary room anymore. He scrambled over Ignis and Gladio - making his way towards Noctis, his Noctis. This was the real Noctis, not the one from his nightmares.
The King was sleeping soundly. He felt awful for rousing Noctis out of his sleep, but he had to warn Noctis. His nightmares were signs - omens of what would come true, if events played out a certain way.
"What is it?" Noctis sighed, as Prompto straddled him. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Don't be like the King from my nightmares," Prompto sobbed, as Noctis grabbed his waist. "Because I can never love him."
"Prompto …"
"I'm so scared of losing you."
"Prom …"
"I love you so, so much."
"And, I love you, too."
XOXO
His King had changed.
It wasn't Noctis' fault, though. After Altissia, Prompto noticed that all of his friends were somehow different - quiet, apprehensive, temperamental, and torn in-between, which is how he felt.
The Oracle was gone. He hadn't known Lady Lunafreya, but his friends had. However, Noctis had known her the most, especially because they were betrothed to each other.
He wanted to comfort Noctis, but didn't in the end. After all, Prompto didn't know if Noctis wanted to see him, not after losing Lady Lunafreya. Also, Prompto didn't want to remind Noctis of their relationship with his presence, especially because his best friend was grieving.
He kept to himself, then. He avoided Noctis, but he was sure his best friend didn't notice. After all, Noctis was mourning his beautiful betrothed.
He remembered that night in the tent, though. It felt like ages ago now, especially because they've been through so much. And, Prompto is aware that there will be more challenges awaiting them in the future, but mostly for Noctis - the King of Light, who haunted his nightmares.
"You got the cards," Gladio smiled, as Prompto handed them over. "You beat me last time, but you won't today."
"We'll see about that," Prompto smirked, as Gladio started shuffling. "I know all the tricks."
"Do you now? Well, I know some tricks myself, too."
"Nice! You improved your game, then."
"Hey, I've been meaning to ask you. Are you okay, Prompto?"
"What do you mean, big guy? Why wouldn't I be okay?"
"I know you've been having bad dreams. So, I just wanted to ask you if they're gone or getting worse. Look, I know that this is a touchy subject for you, but I thought you might want to talk to someone. After all, Iggy and Noct have problems of their own to deal with now."
"I don't want to sound like a crazy person."
"You're not crazy, Prompto. We all have bad dreams sometimes."
"They're not just bad dreams."
"Let me humor you. What do you think your bad dreams are?"
"They're recurring bad dreams."
"I didn't know that. What happens in your dreams?"
"I dream about Noct, but he's not our Noct. He's different, especially his eyes. They're red, not blue."
"Does the Noct in your dreams scare you?"
"Yes! And, I feel like our Noct is going to change into him soon enough."
"That's silly, Prompto. Why would our Noct turn into some cruel, cold person?"
"I don't know, but I feel like it's going to happen."
"I think you're just scared, Prompto. It's okay, though. It happens to all of us."
XOXO
It was another beautiful night.
And, Prompto was still awake. He stood on the balcony, with his eyes trained at the twinkling stars. He didn't really star gaze, not until his nightmares started. He was also avoiding Noctis again - waiting for his King to fall asleep, just before he returned to their hotel room.
He sighed and shook his head. After all, Prompto's eyes were burning, with a need for sleep. However, Prompto was scared of falling asleep, especially because he'll meet that stranger in his nightmares again.
"There you are," Ignis said, as Prompto bit his lower lip. "You've been gone all day. Why are you ignoring His Majesty? Is this about your bad dreams?"
"It's more than that," Prompto squeaked, as Ignis' eyebrows furrowed together. "It's always been more than that, Iggy."
"He'll notice your absence soon enough. And, I'm sure he'll be upset, too."
"I doubt that, Iggy. Besides, Noct is grieving right now. So, I'm just giving him the space he needs."
"You're his best friend. I think he would want you beside him."
"You don't know that. I'm not good at these things, either. I think you should be the one comforting him, not me."
"What's wrong with you, Prompto? It's almost as if you're scared of His Majesty. These bad dreams of yours are really frightening you."
"They're not just bad dreams."
"What are they, then?"
"They're … They're signs."
"What are they signs of, Prompto?"
"The future which has yet to come. It doesn't matter if you don't believe me now. You will in time, though."
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