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- cute-namjoonie ♡

NOCT'S POV

I spat against the cobbled, icy pavement, eyes momentarily surveying the clearing that I had walked up to. Multiple dead flowers hung from gruesome patches along the decrepit roof, dangling like victims of a horrifying hanging. I cursed, eyes dark and malicious as the words of the Leader stung fiercely within my head- thoughts swarming out of control. I dug my fist into a nearby column, watching as the material fragmented and shattered beneath the force of my pale fist, a stinging sensation erupting in my knuckles. Hissing, I retracted my hand, placing it by my side to place my back against the cool pole.

I stared upwards, watching at how the ground of the human world had dissipated to reveal the inky splotches of the frigid night sky. Deep wounds of black slashed through the navy hues of the darkening expanse, huddles of ominous clouds sitting on top of the bleeding blue shades. I sighed, the man's words echoing through my mind.

The fact that the Leader had a son hadn't shocked me at all. I was expecting the man to knock up any woman willing to conceive some form of child - preferably a son, in his case - in order to continue his line of surnames. I sighed, leaning against the slab of rock and placing my head of hair comfortably against the block, hearing the slight chime of my horns tapping the surface. Suddenly, an image of the boy from earlier swarmed into my thoughts, and I immediately found myself stumbling forwards, eyes wide and breathing beginning to become heavy and uneven. Screwing my eyes shut, I felt the familiar jab in the side of my head; the same feeling of when my lips made contact with the smaller's.

"No~ct, I love you," he whispered, eyes forming perfect crescents and plush pink lips hooking up into an infectious, childish grin. His cheeks were softly engraved with delicate laughter lines, slight blemishes and dark freckles decorating the smooth skin.

His eyes soon closed, fingertips fumbling with strands of my hair as he pressed a gentle kiss to the edge of my mouth. He pulls away, shyly blushing and glancing sideways to the floor. My own lips lifted into a grin, pale hands tangling with the blonde locks that hung graciously around his cheeks, pulling in his flustered face for a soft peck on the lips. He squeaked, hands carefully moving to settle behind my neck and we broke apart, foreheads leaning on each other's.

"And I love you too,"

"My Prince, are you ok?" A flustered girl asked. Her irises were pigmented with a gentle lavender, flecks of amethyst splattering along the ring of colour, illuminating well against the jet black hair that adorned her head in an elegant plait. I nodded, clutching my head and proposing for her to get me something to drink, stating that I was feeling light headed and drowsy. She nodded, scurrying off, small wings burdening her petite back. Her footsteps echoed across the lifeless walls, mimicking the deafening, painful crackles of the fire.

Moments later, she returned with a golden chalice, the hue slightly lighter than the rest of the collection. The silver and gold mixture strongly resembled the strands of hair that belonged to the smaller, adorable male that I was with today, forcing my heart to skip a beat. I growled, making the woman scuttle off, mumbling about rage and temper beneath her exasperated breathing. The thoughts of the innocent boy clouded my mind, expanse of exposed skin invading regions of my thoughts that I had wanted potential wives to rekindle, not some sort of baby faced human.

I perked my head up, lips parting and tongue darting out to taste the humid air. I breathed in the surrounding air, filtering the stench of humans, finally finding the abnormal scent of the boy. My eyes darkened, mouth forming a dangerous snarl as I heard skittering footsteps of my shitty butler. Rolling my eyes, I glared at the stupid brunette, watching how he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, laughing as his eyes were glued to the floor. His back bent to a bow, respectfully calling my name, making my eyes widen as I had never seen the big guy so well behaved. I coughed, making him straighten his spine and meet my eyes, but I noticed the unfamiliar glint within hid hazel orbs. I frowned, ushering him closer, noticing how his lips were pursed and movements were forced.

His posture was straight - unusual. His back was usually slouched, hips slightly jutting out as he rested his hands on top of them. His wings were tucked in, resting in their small cocoon shapes atop his broad shoulder blades; also peculiar. The boy would usually be flaunting the velvety purple sails, spreading them out tauntingly to make the females blush, and make the men shudder in fear. His entire demeanour seemed off, like a completely different version of the butler had stepped in, erasing the earlier aura of the guy I had grown to console in. He stepped forwards, no witty jokes spewing from his mouth, but he stood - awaiting. I sighed, asking him why he had come to interrupt the serenity.

"What brings you here, Gladio?" I groaned, watching his lip twitch, an amber glaze momentarily coating his glassy, cold eyes.

"Business. Leader wants me to come with  you. He fears your safety around the suspected human, Prompto Argentum."

"Fear? Fear of wh-,"

"Shall be on our way then?" He questioned robotically, smoke pooling at the bottom of his feet. I growled aggressively, watching how his face remained motionless. The both of us escaped to the human world in a coat of black smog, hidden by the night. The only thought that swarmed my mind was the small boy, completely unaware of the brunette that was silently monitoring each movement I made.

We reached a small, poorly lit street, my eyes immediately catching sight of the blonde head of hair that caused my heart to tug. The brunette appeared behind me, heavily breathing, small puffs of white emitting from the parted lips.

"Noct, wait here," the brunette whispered, sliding beside me to emerge among the shadows and follow the short male down the road. His blonde hair parted in the wind, his chubby fingertips massaging his scalp as he threaded the strands between his fingers. He hummed along to a song, head swaying slightly along to the muted beat. The brunette appeared behind him, snapping the other up, the two disappearing within a puff of smoke.

I darted out of my cover, eyes wide as I screamed out into the night air.

"Prompto?! GLADIO YOU FUCKING IDIOT, WHERE DID YOU TAKE HIM?!"
"Hey Noct, it's bad to shout in the middle of the night," the familiar voice echoed behind me. I snarled, attempting to push the boy, but a smog revealed a passed out Prompto encased in the claws of darkness. Gladio smirked, a long claw protruding from his index finger, dancing along Prompto's shirt, running up to dig in slightly into to the jacket.

"Do you want to know something, Prince? A little secret he's been keeping?" He mocked, tilting his head and eyes glinting playfully. I cursed under my breath, protectively stepping forwards, but Gladio was faster, lifting the petite boy's top to reveal small bumps beneath his shoulders. With a light tap, the bumps became larger, splotches of blood forming. The smaller's eyes shot open, a blood curdling scream leaving his plush pink lips. His body convulsed, wretching and writhing painfully against Gladio's black smog, the structures ripping the final epidermis of skin, crimson splattering the shadowed wall. Prompto kept screaming, wails and tears mercilessly filling the eerie silence.

My footsteps stuttered, eyes widening at the boy's suspended wings extending out of the top he was wearing, my discarded blazer now on the floor. His body fell to the floor, a low groan emitting from his mouth. Anger coursed through my veins, the petite boy backing up to the wall. I gripped his neck, feeling his short fingernails scrabbling at my pale hands, shortened air supply forcing tears to erupt from his eyes. He choked, Gladio chuckling darkly beside him.

"Isn't he pretty? Isn't he a pretty angel? My Prince? Isn't he?"

"I should just kill you!" I yelled at the frightened, squirming boy. He shook his head, hands weakening their attack. I felt the slip of his left hand, alongside a cold sensation against the back of my hand. I glanced down, realising the ring.

"Noct, I... w-wake up... I'm scared. Don't leave me, I'm scared..."

"No..." I whispered, dropping the boy and watching as he gulped for the cold night air. Gladio stifled a yelp, stepping forwards and gripping the boy's white wings harshly.

"Kill him!"

"I c-can't I-,"

"DO IT!"

"Noct please... no N-!" The boy screeched, body curling up as I watched Gladio's body being slung to the other side of the road, slumping heavily against the pavement. Prompto's jaw dropped.

"You're... One of them..."

"Noct, listen, I can exp-,"

"Who the fuck are you?!" I yelled, pushing the latter into the wall, crushing his wings slightly.

"Y-Your-,"

"No way, no, no-,"

"I'm Prompto Argentum, your goddamn boyfriend."

And with that, the boy evaporated into a cloud of cotton candy pink, leaving me destroyed, leaning against the wall. I felt the memories swamp me, head falling forward to lean against the concrete. I recalled each little giggle, laughter line, tear track - everything. A lump formed in my throat, a choked off sob escaping my parted lips. My fists pounded into the floor.

"My Angel, I found you, after so fucking long. After waiting, we both got sent to the places we deserved, but why? Why didn't you let me know? Please, still help me, please..." I trailed off, weakly falling against the floor, arms and black smog transporting me back to whence I came.

Noct didn't know that Prompto  had heard everything.

A lot happened in this chapter! I hope you liked how long it was, and this story will be long-ish, promise! And I hope you're liking it so far too ;) Noct's remembering stuff, and he knows Prom's true identity, what's gonna happen next? *cue over dramatic music* Comment whatcha think

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