The new chapter is here so that we can be off that cliffhanger. This chapter is mostly Noct/Luna hurt comfort and fluff (is that a spoiler? I guess it is…) and we have Silver/gold too. I'll let you enjoy!

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Stranded

Chapter 13 – Raindrops in the wind

Noctis barreled out of the elevator to reach the emergencies floor, half dressed in actual clothes, eyes wild, his heart beating madly. He'd heard the news, immediately located a tv to confirm what was going on, helped a few kids get away from the windows broken in by debris and the furious downpour falling from the sky but his nerves could only last so long. His right arm was a tingling mess, a drag attached to his body and he felt helpless at the idea he couldn't even swim down to Luna himself. He knew he was too far to help, but she was his to protect. The Oracle had been rescued by the Altissian navy, but the city was in an uproar from what had just happened. The storm still raged, people were speculating, Noctis knew from a few texts from Prompto that Camelia was quite angry with his princess.

Am I the only one who saw what it did to her?

Luna had burned through everything she had to pull that incredible strike back on the empire. He knew she was angry at herself for letting him get hurt, but this was exactly why he…

Prompto spotted him from the entrance, a ghostly Cindy by his side. Noctis wanted to demand to see Luna, he had half a mind to summon his weapons and fly out there if it would mean getting her somewhere safe and warm faster, but…

You can't save her. Even if she was in front of you right now…

She was in a completely different league. She could topple a freaking army all by herself. The empire was going to want her dead twice as much now. And he couldn't protect her properly, not with that damn arm barely shivering when he tried to move it.

Prompto wasn't sure who needed him more between Cindy or Noctis, but Noctis barreled through the hallway and past the waiting room, his eyes scanning the place madly for a sign the Oracle had arrived. This hospital was closer to the harbor and Luna had already been a patient here. Prompto decided that stopping the guy from causing a panic with the haggard expression on his face was the best course of action and hurried up to his friend.

"Dude, you're going to freak people out."

"Am I? She just…"

"We know, man, settle down. When did you get out of bed?"

"I did a few times this week," Noctis answered matter-of-factly. He tried to push Prompto away when a new gurney was rolled inside, standing on his tiptoes and the gunman pulled him away, using all of his weight to compensate Noctis's nervous energy.

"She's not on that gurney."

"How do you know?" the exiled prince asked.

Cindy shrugged, gesturing to the doors and Noctis was halfway out by the time he heard it too. The streets were ablaze with a clamor. Or was it a chant? Hundreds of voices joined. People were at every window. On either side of a canal, two small crowds were walking, their eyes fixated on a rescue boat that was making his way toward the hospital. It was like a parade for a religious symbol and Noctis knew instantly where Luna was. Prompto put one arm around his shoulders, muttering words he didn't perceive.

Don't be that kind of Oracle. We made each other a promise, you can't become a martyr now.

He hated himself for thinking that "now". As though any time before him would have been fine. When the boat stopped by the deck, paramedics rushing, he couldn't hear their words over the buzzing crowd. Lunafreya Nox Fleuret was carried off the boat with haste but the utmost care. He spotted the blue of her lips, the nerves showing through her skin, more translucent than ever and his heart missed a beat.

The only impulse was to rush forward, because he was warm and she couldn't be…!

"Whoa, stay where you are, Noct."

His friend had to wrap one arm around his chest to hold him and both men glared at each other, even though despair was painted all over their face.

"But…!"

"We can't help," Prompto told him.

It was clear from his tone he hated the situation just as much as Noctis did. He tested Prompto's hold once more, giving up as he saw the look on Cindy's face, her hands clutched in front of her, her shoulders so tensed he imagined her muscles cracking underneath.

"Cindy…"

"Should you be up?" the mechanic asked him, her voice white.

"I should have been with her."

"No, that was my job," Cindy retorted, her head moving from the doors through which Luna had been taken and the men standing next to her. "I'm… I'm so sorry!"

The tears in her eyes shocked Noctis, while Prompto tried to catch her attention, wishing he could comfort her somehow.

"No one can prevent her from doing what she wants when she's got her mind on something," the prince tried appeasing the shaken blonde.

"I tried all the other days, and on the one day I say nothing…"

Both men took a step towards her and it was enough to send Cindy running away. People had started gathering by the entrance and it only took a few seconds for her to disappear into the growing crowd.

"Shit!"

"Don't stand here doing nothing, Prom, go after her," Noctis shot back.

They exchanged a brief look, both wondering which one needed help more, the prince or the pilot.

"You won't do anything crazy?"

"I swear," Noctis started, hoping he sounded confident. "I can text you about how she's…"

His voice faltered and Prompto shook his head.

"She's too stubborn to leave this world."

…

Stubborn she was, but Lunafreya was also in dire condition. She'd needed CPR, her light fading in and out while her mind was filled with the rushing of imaginary waves hitting against her skull. Her heartbeat was still too slow for comfort.

Noctis barged through the ambulance entrance just in time to see her for another second, pale and soaked through. His eyes noticed frost in her hair and as he tried to move forward, a voice warned him.

"You can't be here, sir, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to take the pedestrian entrance."

"I'm…"

"I know who you are. We'll do everything we can to help her. You'll have to stay in the waiting room until her status changes."

Noctis could only resign himself, his right arm smarting from bumping into the door in his rush. The following hours were torture, plain and simple and he was glad no one stopped by his side and asked him if he really was the exiled prince of Lucis. In truth, his eyes were so dark, no one dared to approach him.

It was a few hours later that a nurse came up to him.

"She's stable."

"Can I see her?!"

Noctis felt ready to jump at the woman in front of him and followed eagerly when he was given the affirmative to his question. The doctor still in the room asked him a few questions, taking him outside. Upon her first admittance to the hospital, Luna had made her bodyguard the one person who could receive information about her medical state or even take decisions in her stead if she was unable to do so. She had been adamant on it despite his own state at the time and Noctis was half thankful for it, half worried he would be left with her fate on his hands. He couldn't deal with the idea of losing her, even less with the idea of deciding anything about which treatment she'd want or not.

"I really need to see her," Noctis cut him off, barely able to process the words the man was telling him.

"I need to confirm something with you first, Mr. Caelum, please bear with me. Like I said, Lady Lunafreya should recover from this ordeal. She's young and in good health, but she just went through a hypothermic shock after straining herself far beyond what the human body can handle. The highest risk right now is pneumonia and that's not only because of her near drowning."

The young bodyguard frowned, rubbing his right arm in the hopes it would make the tingling sensation in it diminish.

"You are lady Lunafreya's one and only current sexual partner, aren't you?"

Noctis blinked, nodding slowly despite his instinctive urge to keep the information to himself. They had still to determine whether making their relationship public was the right move for the Oracle, considering he was considered as a criminal. Luna had encouraged him to forget the news were all over his true identity until he would have started his rehab, but…

"She's pregnant," the man stated, marking a brief pause.

The prince grabbed him by the shoulder, his right hand jerking up awkwardly as the news jolted his brain with a dozen questions. None of them where how.

"She's…?"

"She was surprised too, but rest assured the baby is fine. There could be some…"

Noctis's shock tuned out the words that followed. His Luna was with child. Which surely wasn't that much of a surprise since they had been all over each other at every chance they had, but he'd always used protection. More than ever, he wanted to see her. Was she conscious? Had she been told?

He stepped into the room, hoping they could stop spending all their time together in a hospital. Luna was lying on the only bed in the room, covered with warm blanket, her eyelids heavy despite her effort to keep her eyes open, tears streaming down her face. Tears of pain? Her breathing didn't make a sound, but it hurt her all the same, her body covered with bruises from the bullets ricocheting on her shields and the shield pushing back into her flesh with the violence of the impacts. She could hardly moved and her throat was horse from coughing up salty water. Her ribs were bruised, even a few broken because of the CPR she'd needed and her thoughts were just as shattered. The magic of the Astrals had sapped her light and she was still trying to accept the news she'd heard.

"N… Noct?" she croaked.

"You had to do that, didn't you? Oh Luna, my sweet Luna, I thought I was losing you."

He cupped her face in his left hand, his thumb brushing away a few strands of hair, drying off tears that were instantly replaced. She whined in protest when he motioned to sit on the chair at the head of her bed and Noctis was very careful not to disrupt anything as he sat on the very edge of her mattress, her body shifting to lean against his instantly.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know!"

"Know what? That going all warrior goddess on the empire's ass could potentially kill you?"

"The baby. I had no idea, I've lost blood, I had been so stressed out lately, so I didn't see a way I could be… It never crossed my mind, but I… I risked our baby."

Noctis paled, but more because of the fact it was still sinking in. They had conceived a child. In the middle of the fighting, the war and conspiracies, they'd forgotten to be careful one time too many and now her dreams for the future were dawning on them, years in advance.

"If I'd known, I would have never…"

"Luna, please, you shouldn't pull stuff like this even when there's only you on the line! You gave me a job and I intend to do it, but our deal was that you never run off into battle without me."

Her lips moved, but her voice was a shuddering sound now and her tears flowed down at an increased rate. He saw her left hand reaching for her belly, as though she wanted to protect the tiny speck of life growing inside her. The doctor had said the baby was fine, but there had been a "but" and Noctis hated himself for missing that part of the man's explanation. He was panicking but wanted to stand strong for her, seeing as she was falling apart.

"Luna, you just single-handedly…"

"I heard them screaming. I'm not supposed to destroy like this. I should be…"

She coughed and winced as the movement wracked pain over her entire body and seeing her ache like this was more than he could endure. He tried checking whether she was attached to anything and leaned further down so he could wrap his good arm under her back.

"Is it okay if I hold you?"

"What's not okay is if you don't…" she tried to sound playful, but her voice was cracking up on every few words.

Noctis had to struggle at first, pulling her up to a sitting position as delicately as he could so he could have her sit in his lap and she hid her face against his chest. Luna merely grabbed to his jacket, hoping it would help him, her whole body shaking and shivering. She tried apologizing again, but he kissed her forehead, whispering against her skin that she had nothing to hold against herself.

"But our baby…"

"Isn't it fine? You need to calm down. You are hurting right now. And I can't make it go away even though I'd take the pain for you…"

She sobbed into his shirt, knowing full well what he was ready to do if it meant protecting her.

"I'm so sorry."

"Stop. You're here with me now."

"It was so… so cold."

Her body moved slowly, her limbs heavy and every beat of her heart was painful. Her thoughts were running in every direction and she could barely follow anything but this litany…

I'm alive, I'm alive, I didn't drown, I'm alive.

"Luna…"

"I can't… I'm sorry, I…"

She tried to make herself smaller, her shoulders hiccupping as Noctis gently rocked her in his arms, hiding her in the warmth of his nervous embrace. His hand drew gentle circles on her back, his eyes closing tight as he tried to forget the sight of her casting wave after wave of ice in the port. His back ached from sitting in an uncomfortable waiting chair for too long, his right arm was numb and he wasn't sure what to think when his brain had him realize he wasn't only holding his princess right now.

Any child of his would have to carry the accusations after them. Any child of his could be tugged back to Insomnia by the crystal. Would Ravus feel threatened by a nephew or a niece? Could he let Luna go back to Lucis now? Should he really be wondering this far ahead when he should be thanking the gods she was still breathing?!

"It's okay, Luna, I'm not letting you out of my sight again."

"I'll…" She sobbed once more and coughed as she tried to get words out despite the tears. "I can't have that baby now!"

She was freaking out, which was understandable. Noctis wanted to freak out and kissed her hair instead, squeezing her waist without thinking. She yelped in pain from the pressure on her ribs, but curled up on herself with her hands gripping desperately to his shirt as the words, "don't let go, please, Noct, please" dug into his heart like talons.

She sounded so desperate and he wished he could hold her with both arms.

"I don't think he's popping out before a few more months," he tried reassuring her.

But that made it all the more real for them both.

"Oh gods…"

"Luna," he pleaded with her.

"I almost drowned our baby!"

A broken whine escaped his throat as he pushed away the sick picture of her drowning. He'd seen her descend under the surface. Someone somewhere had filmed the whole display of power, the fall of the ships, Lunafreya faltering as the magic exited her eyes.

"You saved an entire city. There will be no more wounded here. I don't think they can even keep up with that war…"

Luna simply cried in answer and he let her, holding her as gently as he could as he waited until she'd let out the worst of it. After twenty minutes, her ribs hurt her so bad, she couldn't help the tears of pure pain that still rolled down her cheeks. She scooted away from him, needing his arm in her back to sit steady, looking for her breath.

"It's starting to burn…" she admitted, sniffling pitifully

"Luna, you need to calm down."

"How?"

"Do it for me?" he suggested.

A very weak chuckle escaped her and she sighed, her chest still heaving.

"Don't be cute."

"Only if you stop trying to save the world."

Their eyes met, red and bloodshot in Luna's case, on the verge of tears on Noctis's side.

She wanted to touch his face, to lean into him and hug him back, just so she'd know they were both really there, but the little strength left in her was fading.

"I'm not doing anything like this again," she promised. "Can you help me… lie back down?"

She didn't have to ask, Noctis laid her down carefully, bringing the covers up to her chin while she reached out to hold his right hand. His fingers were tingling madly and he could barely fold them around her palm, but she'd learned to understand the light shaking in his hand was his way to welcome the touch.

"I should tell Cindy and Prompto you're doing well."

"You'll stay with me?"

"I just said I wasn't letting you out of my sight!" he laughed.

She managed a grimace at that, "Oh, what a sight I must be."

"You're alive and beautiful, Luna."

She refused to let go of his bad hand, so Noctis quickly texted their friends, sighing at the multiple typos that got in as he struggled with his left hand. When he was done, he decided to ignore any chime coming from his phone to focus back on her.

"Feeling a little better?"

"I… I don't know. This princess might not feel better before some time…" she said in self-derision.

"Maybe all she needs is a kiss from a prince?"

Normally, Luna would tease him for such a cheesy reply, but all she could do was blush, her smile so fragile he had to swallow down the knot growing in his throat.

"I'm not sure how long I can remain awake. Or if one of your kisses could stir me back to my senses."

"You need to rest," he reassured her, pecking her on the cheek.

Her smile grew and she was happy to hold hands with him as her body finished calming down. Her brain couldn't stop though and as her grin turned upside down, Noctis steeling himself.

"I need to ask you something first. That baby we didn't plan for… Do you want it?"

"I… Luna, I don't care right now, it's…" Her lips quivered and he realized his mistake, shaking his head instantly, "I mean, I'm glad you're both fine, it's just so much to process!"

"For me too. I hope you know I never tried to trick you into anything…"

The words "honest mistake" that came to her mind revolted her soul, because she didn't want any child of hers to be considered like a mistake.

"Luna, I'd never think that."

"They said I was about… two months along…"

Noctis was shocked that he could actually do the math and offered her a light smile.

"So… That night right before we left Tenebrae, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's the one," she sighed, blushing up to her ears as she saw his smile had turned into a cocky grin. "Oh no, Noct, none of that male pride! We need to talk about this seriously."

"We will, Luna. For now, you need to focus on getting better, which means getting some serious rest."

He lightly poked her nose, like she did to him when he was being a difficult patient in the last two weeks. Lunafreya nodded weakly, not even protesting as her eyelids grew heavier, simply holding his hand with what little strength she had left.

"If I sleep for too long, my prince will come and wake me?" she asked candidly.

"You bet he will. I hope the absence of a white chocobo won't put you off."

"As long as the man kissing me is you, you could be riding a gruffy garula."

He slowly got off her bed and to his feet, freeing his right hand only to bend over her.

"Try not to dream of gruffy garulas, my pretty daredevil."

Her soft giggle was a balm on his heart and he kissed her lips lightly.

"I'm not sleeping yet," Luna observed with a smirk.

"I'd rather be cautious and make sure you don't confound me with anyone else," he teased.

"I shall try."

A second kiss and she was asleep, having fought against her exhaustion with all her might for this brief moment with him.

Noctis waited with her for half an hour to make sure she didn't wake up or stir in her sleep, but the nervous energy in his limbs was too much to handle sitting down and he tried his luck taking a few steps outside. The crowds that had walked with the Oracle on her way to the hospital had dispersed, only a few curious bystanders remaining here and there. He felt the stares of people on him as he hurried to a main street, putting his lightly shaking hand in his pocket in the hopes the stares would leave. But they didn't. Muttering in his back and a mother pulling her child behind her to cross to the other side of the street.

Murderer. Criminal. Fallen prince.

That was his legacy right now and with the news of the pregnancy, the one thing on his mind wasn't whether to roll with it or to take one of the few other options. No, all he could think was how his child would be seen and treated. The danger they might be under just because of their link with him. His association with the Oracle wasn't seen as something positive and until his name was cleared, the only reason people didn't openly confront Lunafreya about her decision was because of her own status. She was the goddamn Oracle. And he was a failed king.

She needs you. Somehow, she still needs you, he reminded himself.

Luna had never cared what other people thought. He just had to find the courage to do the same. He loved her enough to try.

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Catching up with Cindy proved to be difficult. She'd pulled her cap tight over her hair before vanishing and the crowd surrounding the hospital was quite dense. Despite the chill in the air and the light rain falling, Prompto was too warm from bumping into people and being hit and poked by either elbows or the corner of a suitcase. He knew Cindy wasn't from here and had no favorite spot in the city, loving the place as a whole, so he had no idea where she'd run of to when in need of a refuge. He was worried she'd do something crazy, since the princess had already demonstrated there was no limit to crazy.

She wouldn't go to her ship, Prompto determined. It's too far and she needs to have news about Luna, even if she blames herself.

Which also meant she wouldn't stray too far from a place with reception. Altissia was tricky for techno-addicts, the signal scrambled by water and all the old architecture. He was half tempted to text her, but the only thing that will get her attention was mentioning Luna's condition and he since he had no news, it was too cruel a joke even if done with good intentions.

As soon as they'd seen the news, Prompto had known Cindy would need help.

She'd grabbed his hand instinctively as they stood in the suite's living room, staring with disbelief at the tv screen. After the first ten minutes of display, the pilot had rushed to their window, trying to find the port only to swear out loud and rush outside. She hadn't taken the time to put on shoes and while Prompto was as worried as her, he grabbed her boots before catching up with her, lifting her in his arms to prevent her from taking the stairs.

"We need to find her!" Cindy had protested with a huff as he shoved her on his shoulder like a bag of flour.

"You won't run long in these streets with nothing on your feet but socks," he'd opposed, making his way to the elevator.

He'd learned from tripping and catching himself with his hands that the stones were quite unforgiving all over Altissia and he doubted Cindy's feet needed to bleed any more than they had already.

Cindy had struggled with him and he'd nearly dropped her, but they'd rode the elevator before rushing out of the Leville, walking out just in time to see the new wave of ice Luna had sent.

Intent on finding her, Prompto made for the sidewalk right next to the water, searching the banks and the few gondolas for a yellow jacket and blond hair. His heart was beating madly and his hands were sweaty, a raindrop falling his eye and making him blink furiously.

He'd slept with Cindy for the fifth consecutive night, snuggled close, holding onto each other in such an innocent way. He wasn't sure he could deal without having her warmth and her smile.

She's sad, not suicidal.

But what if she missed a step and fell into a canal? Would people notice? She knew how to swim, didn't she? Luna might be dead and then, would there even be a reason for the cute pilot to stick with them? And what would happen to Noctis?! The poor guy would be crushed and without his friend, Prompto might as well go back to being a sad clone playing along his father's tune.

A strong wind howled, making papers fly and flapping his coat into his face. His teeth chattered together and he had to blink away more tears before he could actually look where he was putting his feet. The small chains serving as a safeguard from the water were digging into his legs.

"Fuck! Where the hell did she…?!"

He spotted the Altar where Luna had prayed for 12 hours a few days ago, Cindy and Prompto taking turns in bringing her water and dry sheets. It was closer to the angry flows of water, a spot usually closed to the public since it was where the original covenant was supposed to take place. Cindy stood between the large pillars, staring off into the harbor, her cap lost thanks to the wind. He ran up to her, trying to catch his breath to speak, but Cindy whipped around, her hair wild, face red.

"She was in there!"

"And they got her out! You saw it like I did."

Except what they saw was a white and blue Luna, unmoving. The people rescuing her had been yelling directions at each other from too far away for anyone to know what was going on. Was she breathing? Was she frozen solid? Would she break like a statue if moved too harshly? Had they wished her a good morning for the last time today?

"I should have gone with her today. I knew she was strange."

"She's been strange all week!" Prompto said.

When he took a step closer to her, Cindy moved back, holding herself tight as though it could hold back all of her pain.

"You should be with Noctis."

"We both thought I should be with you," Prompto countered, his arms parting open.

The rain was falling harder on both of their heads now and Cindy shuffled backwards, her knuckles white from gripping to her jacket too tightly

"I'll be fine if you give me time," Cindy managed through her shaky breaths.

"Can you take time inside? Crying in the rain is good for books and cheesy shows, in real life, it will make you sick."

When Prompto took three steps and managed to put his arms around her, she shrieked like a wounded animal, shaking her head, her hands pushing against his chest out of rhythm with her sobs. He jumped back, holding his hands up in a gesture he hoped was appeasing.

"Whoa, I'm sorry, I didn't mean… Be careful!"

Cindy managed a broken gasp as her back hit one of the columns, her feet instinctively stepping away from him.

"Leave me alone!" she begged, holding herself with one arm and covering her mouth with her free hand.

"I can't."

If she hadn't been beyond herself with grief and fear, she might have heard the pain in his voice and seen the conflict in his pale eyes, but she could barely understand what was happening in her own mind right now. She didn't want to break in front of anyone, she'd run to be left alone, she wasn't calling for help, she hated help because it always came with a moral debt to your helper.

"Well, apparently one thing you can't do is care about Luna. I'm alive so I'm still interesting, but she might be dead!"

"What?!"

"Did you even care about her? Or is she just a nice-looking paycheck?"

"Do you even hear yourself? I wouldn't tease a nice-looking paycheck or accept to give up half my life force for her cause willingly! She gave me a chance when everyone else would have shot me down on sight. You think I can get anywhere I want with this thing on my arm?" he insisted, baring his bar-code tattooed wrist to make his point. "Luna gave me freedom and respect for the first time in my miserable life. I don't want her to die or suffer. She's awesome…"

Cindy's brief anger faltered slightly, but Prompto was too shaken to move towards her anymore. He was also terrified by the fact she could move back even more. Water splashed all over her feet as a new wave rushed onto the altar. The following was even stronger, reaching him and the gunman wiggled his toes, his boots filled wither water. He had to fight against a violent shiver.

"She's like… my only friend," Cindy managed through her shaking breaths.

"Heh, how long do you need to know someone to be their friend? Over a year?"

The pilot shook her head, her strands sticking to her forehead. She was shivering and Prompto knew his teeth were going to chatter together again soon. At this rate, they would both catch a cold and all he could think about was that holding her would make her warm again.

"It's not… I can't think straight."

"Won't you get out of this storm?" he offered, biting into his lower lip as he shifted his legs to try and get some warmth back into his limbs.

Cindy shivered, still crying, but his quiet voice made her relax. Maybe she could be safe around him, even when she was in such a state?

"I don't want to go to the suite. I'll see her things lying around…"

"Maybe we can find some shop, buy clothes and be miserable in their AC…"

His attempt at humor wasn't enough to make her smile, but she took one step forward, running her forearms over her face in the hope it would dry her tears. Her sleeve was so soaked, she wondered how awful she had to look. Prompto was a pitiful mess, his freckles standing out on his pale face, his hair saturated and clinging to his skull. He remained still, letting her approach him at her own pace. Their chests were moving up and down too quickly and when she reached one trembling hand out, he had to bite back a yelp. Her uneasiness was making him nervous.

"Don't bite me?" Cindy asked, reminding him of the way he would try calming her down whenever she tensed next to him.

"You know I'd never."

He took a shy, tentative step and their hands met in an awkward dance of "how can I hold you and not make you run away?" until they settled, palm over palm, Prompto gently rubbing her thumb while she slipped her fingers between his. It was wet and cold, but it warmed them both nevertheless.

"I just want to go somewhere dry."

Somewhere where my tears won't mix with the sea water and I'll have no more excuses…

"Cin…"

"I'll be okay. Sorry for reacting like that."

He let her take the first step, doubting that dragging her after him was a good idea. She was like a wounded bird, still jumpy and ready to take flight at the slightest sign of danger.

"I just hope you don't scare me like that too often."

Her hand squeezed his and he couldn't believe the words she said then.

"If you're this scared, then I guess it means I have two friends after all."

He wanted to mention how Noctis should be her friend too, but his voice was stuck in his throat and all he could do was nod into the harsh wind. He squeezed her hand back, wondering how this small touch combined with just a few words could mess him up so much.

Being messed up in a good way was new to him and the few next steps had the rain mix into his eyes. Or could it be tears from his own stress. They helped each other up the stairs, the hand holding drawing them closer as the downpour came down even stronger. Among the streets of Altissia, lost souls wondered, confused and shaken. But theirs were together and somehow it helped them face the pain. And the wait.

To be continued…

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Luna is safe! And pregnant! After all that smut, of course I'd have them face the consequences lol. There will be more smut eventually, but you can expect a lot of Ravus bashing in next chapter and also more fluff for Noct/Luna. I hope you liked this chapter. The next one might take more time to come, since I have a really busy month ahead of me and a lot of projects to work on outside of my thesis.