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Warning: Noctis/Prompto.
Note: Enjoy.
Summary: When King Regis discovered their relationship, Noctis and Prompto had been separated from each other. Noctis - confined to his bedroom. And, Prompto - thrown into the dungeons to be hanged later. But, what if their love was given another chance? Could the newest member to his Kingsglaive be the reincarnation of his deceased lover?
Chapter One
With nightfall approaching, Noctis opened his baloney doors and watched his best friend climbing up to him, with that famous playful grin. He simply chuckled and lowered his hand down, which the blonde accepted and allowed himself to be pulled upwards. He moved aside when his best friend stumbled over the railings, though, not wanting to fall down with him, too. "Hey!" Prompto said, while looking up at him, as he helped his friend up onto his feet. "I missed you."
In an instant, Noctis smiled and kissed the blonde on his lips. He missed Prompto a lot, too. He hadn't been able to hang out with the blonde too much, unfortunately. He had been saddled with political meetings beyond belief. "I missed you, too. I wish I could spend more time with you," Noctis said, while yanking Prompto inside of his bedroom, as the blonde laughed and tugged him down onto the bed. "I hope you're not regretting us now."
However, Prompto shook his head and pulled him down for a kiss. He happily obliged, too. "I could never regret us. You shouldn't say such silly things, Noct," Prompto said, while staring up at him, as he chuckled and pinched the blonde's freckled cheeks. "Hey, stop it!"
Despite not wanting to stop, Noctis did and just to kiss his best friend again. It was an addictive habit of his. He loved spoiling Prompto. "You're just so cute. I can't help myself," Noctis said, while the blonde rolled his blue eyes, as he laughed and leaned down to kiss Prompto's forehead. "You know I love you. I just love teasing you a little more, though."
Before Prompto could object, Noctis' bedroom doors flew open and King Regis stormed inside with palace guards in tow behind him. He quickly panicked and scrambled straight up in bed. He knew that this couldn't be good. His best friend's father looked quite angry and with him the most. "Arrest him!" King Regis commanded, while the palace guards grabbed started stomping towards him, as he cried out in fear and fumbled around in their grasp. "Throw him in the dungeons. He shall be hanged tomorrow."
Without hesitation, Noctis bolted out of bed and stood up to his father. He hadn't done something like this before. He wasn't going to sit around and watch the love of his life be hanged, however. It wasn't Prompto's fault, anyway. It was his. This relationship began with him seducing the blonde, dating him, and then roping him into a relationship. This was entirely his fault, not Prompto's. "What are you doing, father? Let him go! This was my idea!" Noctis cried out, while his father ignored him, as the palace guards grabbed him and handcuffed his hands behind his back. "Don't touch me! Don't you dare touch me!
Even so, King Regis continued ignoring his protests and proceeded with walking out of his bedroom. His midnight blue orbs began watering with tears. He could hear Prompto being dragged out into the hallway and crying. He felt so weak, so powerless compared to his heartless father. "Keep him confined in his bedroom," King Regis ordered, while the palace guards pushed him down onto his bed, as his father walked out of his bedroom and ordered for his doors to be locked and bolted from the outside. "Stand guard outside, too. I don't want him escaping and creating more conflict for me."
XOXO
For the most part, Noctis tried to forget about the death of his lover. He just couldn't, not when it haunted him night after night. He always tossed and turned, with the frightened shouts of his best friend playing in his mind. He could remember all of the details, too. It was so vivid and fresh in his mind to this day. "Prompto," he whispered, while squeezing his midnight blue orbs shut, as memories came back flooding to him. "I wish I could have been stronger. So, I could protect you."
However, Noctis' thoughts were soon interrupted. He sighed and looked up at the double doors of the throne room opening. His royal advisor strolled inside along with a young man next to his side. His heartbeat nearly stopped, however, at the sight of the newcomer. That young man was so similar in appearance to Prompto. The similar appearance was just so uncanny and erie. It was as if the stranger was a replica of his deceased best friend. It couldn't be, though. Prompto - his best friend - his lover - is dead. How is this stranger so similar in appearance to Prompto, then? "Your Majesty, I've brought with me our latest recruit for the Kingsglaive position," Ignis said, while also bearing a startled and confused facial expression just like Noctis, as the Lucis king stared at the recruit with teary midnight blue orbs. "I'll let him introduce himself, however."
When the recruit spoke, Noctis started shaking and staring at the stranger with his jaw slightly open. The blonde had the same voice and same name. It didn't make sense. It couldn't be possible, either. It was, though. Why was this stranger so similar to his deceased lover? What was happening? "My name is Prompto Argentum. I promise to work hard and earn my position in Kingsglaive. Then, Your Majesty, I will protect you with my life," Prompto said, while bowing and smiling up at Noctis, as the Lucis king held his hand out and let the blonde kiss it. "I won't disappoint you, my precious king."
After Prompto left for training, Noctis stared at his hand in disbelief. He couldn't believe what just happened. He thought he was going insane. That stranger - that recruit - bore everything of his deceased lover : blonde hair, bright blue orbs, freckled cheeks, and hairstyle. This couldn't just be a coincidence, then. This had to be something more. But, what? "Where did you find him?" Noctis asked, while teardrops rolled down his cheeks, as his royal advisor bowed his head in respect. "Where, Ignis? He could be Prompto's reflection. They look so alike."
Even so, Ignis didn't have an answer. He didn't know where Prompto came from. He just knew that the blonde showed up randomly in Lucis and desired to join Kingsglaive. "I'm afraid I can't answer that question. Prompto just appeared in Lucis, with the intention of joining Kingsglaive," Ignis said, while watching Noctis sob in heartbreak, as he squeezed Noctis' shoulder and reassured him. "It's okay. Perhaps this is a good sign. Perhaps the Gods given you two another chance."
XOXO
With a giggle, Prompto sighed and flopped down onto his bed. He grinned maliciously and let loose another set of laughter - loud and entangled with ill will. It was could heard from next door, too. It didn't matter to him, though. The apartment next to his was empty due to him and his hysteria. "Father, I've infiltrated the palace," Prompto said, while sitting up and staring at his computer screen, as the image of his creator appeared on it. "When should I start with the assassination?"
Since his creation, Prompto knew he wasn't human. His creator stressed that to him all the time. His father told him he had only one purpose. He was supposed to weaken King Noctis with his image and then kill him. That is why he had been made. If he did that, though, then he would be freed and allowed to travel the world. "Not now, son. You still need to get close to that Lucis bastard. It is why I gave you the appearance of his past lover. It will make him powerless to you. That is when you strike!" Verstael explained, while slamming his hands down onto the desk, as the blonde nodded in acknowledgement. "Good! Time is up, however. I must return to my work. Do not disappoint me, son."
However, Prompto just scoffed and laid back down on his bed. He wasn't going to be a disappointment, not when his freedom relied on him assassinating King Noctis. "We made a deal, father. You get Noctis' head and I get my independence. Therefore, I won't disappoint you," Prompto said, while the call ended, as the malicious grin from earlier curled back into his lips. "No, not this time."
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