OH MY GOD HEY GUYS I'M NOT DEAD. NO, NOT YET AT LEAST. Y'ALL MIGHT BE AFTER THIS CHAPTER.

1 REQUEST! PLEASE PLAY THE SONG 'LUNA' FROM THE FFXV SOUNDTRACK ON LOOP UNTIL THE END OF THE CHAPTER. START THE SONG AT THE PROMPT(O) THAT I'LL GIVE LATER ON IN THE CHAPPIE!

- cute-namjoonie 

NOCT'S POV

I glanced up at the broad man that stood before me, his eyes fiery and enraged. He ground his jaw, the mangled skin loosely hanging and sagging from his chin, sickeningly swaying like a limp section of cloth. My gaze hardened at him, his ugly fingers gently stroking the onyx tinged wings that he ran his hands through, smiling at the splatters of red that were glued the ends of the structures. Mindlessly, he threw them at me, a flurry of black shrouding my vision, before the feathers all gently fell to the ground. Some kissed the floor, before evaporating into a pile of sunken ash that lay brokenly onto the palace floor. 

"Prince Noctis, back so early?" the elder mocked, eyebrows knitted together with a sinister smirk stitched onto his rumpled, chapped lips, the dry flaps of flesh ebbing away at the edge of his mouth, revealing the rotting set of teeth that settled crookedly within the blackening gums. I huffed, eyes thinning to slits as I followed his heavy footsteps that crushed the ebony wings. He snickered, mouth hooking up into his haunting grin, as his thick, lumbering fingers ran over the pale skin of my left cheek; this forced a shudder from my body, eyes squeezing shut as his nails slightly grazed the exposed skin of my neck, fingertips leading down to clutch the front of my blazer. The woven thread moulded into the crevices and creases of his burly hands, the strength of his grip slightly tensing as he wrung his hands even further into the material. My harsh glare was still trained on his blind eye that was a shell of white, the other a dark, hazy auburn with marbles of black swirled through. His yellow tinged tongue stuck out, wetting his disfigured lips.

"You're always too late, young prince," the elder spoke, a patronising shimmer to his words. I scowled in return, before hearing the uneven thudding of footsteps echo through the hall. The elder loosened his grip, before turning to glance at the cause of the noise. His greasy locks fell in front of his left shoulder as his smirk lined his lips, the hollow footsteps slowly approaching. 

"Noct," the brunette whispered, eyes wandering over to run over my face, before his eyelids slipped shut, knees buckling as they made contact with the floor. I cringed, hands immediately swiping away the elder's, before I hurried over to the man that was bent over, his breathing coming out in patches. He lifted his head, eyes stained red as the chocolate locks fell over his forehead, face contorted into wrinkles due to the intense pain he was clearly suffering. Our eyes met, but Gladio groaned again, one hand clutching his side, leaning on his other elbow. 

"Gladio? What's wrong?" I tried, hands moving to grab him by the shoulders, feeling him shudder when my fingers gently squeezed at his skin. He let a weak smile fall off of his lips, breath escaping in a sharp wheeze. Letting his other hands fall, I noticed how it was stained a dark crimson, a shocked gasp immediately emitting my mouth. 

"Gladio! Oh - Oh my God, I need to get you help, shit, fuck - fuck I," I stammered, attempting to hook my arms under his armpits to haul him up, but he shook his head brokenly. 

"No, no; you have to go to Prompto, he doesn't have long left. Please, please go to him," Hoseok heaved, his eyes slipping shut, before he passed out against the cold tiles of the palace floor. I immediately stumbled upwards, lurching forwards to send a glare at the older male in front of me. 

"You can tell that Prompto boy is my son, after all, he doesn't die very easily," the bastard spat. I growled lowly, watching his body become swallowed in the slate pigmented smoke, before I did the same, breathing becoming erratic as I thought of Prompto. 

[start the song here]

I was quick to get to the apartment, hearing the low whine coming from the living room. I bolted through the corridor, stopping in the hallway when illuminating crystal decorated the air as they remained suspended. Choked off sobs resonated through the eerily calm room, my eyes quickly finding the source. 

"Prompto?" I questioned, watching as the blonde haired boy lifted his head to glance at me with tear tracks running down his beautiful porcelain cheeks, before he shook his head with a wail slipping past his plush pink lips. He raised his hands to shelter himself away, but the two of us gasped, noticing that his limbs were now simple silver outlines, the smooth milky skin disintegrating into slivers of gold that slipped past our breaths, dancing along the air in magical streams. The rivulets intermingled and hung along the boy's quivering form, his scared eyes meeting my own confused ones. Prompto cautiously reached out for me, hands shaking as they outstretched in my direction. 

"No-oct, h-hold me tight-t, p-please,"he stammered, voice quivering and cracking. I was quick to comply, sliding to my knees onto the carpet next to him. I clinched his supple hands in mine, watching at how his transparent fingers clasped over my own. He chuckled bitterly, head craning into my neck as he folded his body into my own, a small kiss being planted onto his forehead, a few strands of his bangs tickling against my lips. Clinging to my side, Prompto giggled, another splinter of gold running up his arm to his shoulder, flowers of auburn and glistening gold seeping through the slowly dissipating skin. 

"Prom, I'm going to help you ok? Stay calm baby, we just have to m-," I started, using an arm to wrap around his waist to lift him up, but I was tugged down silently, feeling his tears stick to the exposed expanse of my pale neck. Wordlessly, the two of us sat in a sea of intricate gold, me watching Prompto's easing features as he snuggled even deeper into my hold, my arms swirling around his perfect figure. Unknowingly, tears began to slip down my cheeks, landing into the mop of luscious blonde hair. 

"I feel safest in your arms," he whispered, eyes remaining shut as a crack appeared on his face, intricate seams beginning to split across the flawless skin. I opened my mouth to speak, a strangled cry coming out of my mouth, making Prompto giggle breathlessly. 

"Noct?"

"Yes, my love?" 

"I'm so glad I saw you again. I saw you again before I died, all over again. I reminisced our time together; I remembered your kisses, your hugs, your sm-,"

"Prom, don't talk like that, I'm going to get you help! P-Prom, fuck, don't give up on me, you're everything I've got, p-please," I croaked, tears clogging my throat painfully and eyes bleary, holding him tight and twisting my head to look down at the smiling boy.

"I'm glad I get to die in your arms."

"Prompto?! Prom, no, you aren't dying! You aren't leaving me, you promise me you'll never leave - promise me! Prompto Argentum, promise m-,"

"W-Wow... you were actually bothered to say my full name, huh,"

"Yeah, and one day you're gonna be my husband, look at the ring on your finger!"

"But y-you dont have one," he whispered brokenly, hand ghosting over my ring finger, sadly gazing at the bare skin, no ring adorning the finger how Prompto's did. 

"I'll get one, I promise we'll actually get married, please, just make it. Prompto, no - no Prom-,"

"I love you so much, Noct. I will always love you; forever.

Farewell, dear Noctis."

I began to hyperventilate, hands caressing his face that oozed gold, his pink lips hooked into his infectious, bright smile, eyes forming crescents as he brought my head down, attaching our lips. The taste of his tears sent a tang along the length of my tongue, making me grip his hair tighter as our breaths mingled - flowed - together as one. 

Before the feeling was gone in a devoid of gold, the soft thump of Prompto's ring falling against the floor. 

I tried to grab the streaks of golden ribbons that decorated the room, desperately screaming for Prompto, before collapsing against the carpet with my head buried into my arms.

"My angel, why?"