A/n: As you may know, I don't do lemons. However, I don't mind doing spicy scenes. Hopefully I'm somewhat good at writing such scenes to add some more intimate moments in this series. Love you all!!!
~✨Celestial✨~
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After securing rooms at the Leville, the group searched the city for Maagho. With help from some strangers, they hopped aboard a gondola and traveled the canals of Altissia until they arrived at their destination. Walking into the bar, they were greeted by the man behind the counter. "Welcome to Accordo, lass and lads. Cid mentioned you'd be dropping in. Weskham Armaugh, as you've gathered. Never would've expected you boys to be traveling with a guardian."

(Y/n) tensed slightly. She knew not everyone was welcoming to her kind and some would even shun them. "I hope I'm not unwanted."

The man shook his head, placing the glass he was cleaning down on the countertop. "Nonsense, my lady. Spirits are welcome here. In fact, a couple of my regulars are guardians."

The girl was relieved to hear she was welcomed at Maagho. Her tense muscles relaxed as she wandered around the bar, admiring its layout and peaceful atmosphere while Noctis chatted with Weskham. She found herself near the canal, looking out towards the beautiful city. It's been months since she and the others had been in such a large city.

The view was breathtaking and she was itching to explore. She tilted her head slightly, watching a gondola drift by with a couple on it. She immediately looked away when they began kissing each other. She placed a hand over her mouth, gobsmacked at how the couple didn't care who saw them kiss.

Suddenly, (Y/n) dropped her hand from her mouth and jumped slightly when she felt someone poke her side. Looking to her left, she spotted the culprit smiling at her. "I thought you'd be chatting with Weskham, Prom."

"The guys can handle that. Just wanted to see how you're doing," Prompto said.

"I'm great. The need to explore is becoming overwhelming and I'm itching to see what all Altissa has to offer."

"Me too! I am so gonna blow up my camera with pictures while we're here. I probably should've brought an extra memory card..." He looked across the canal for a second before crossing his arms behind his head. He tapped the heel of his right boot against the ground. "So, about our date..."

"What about it?" She inquired.

"Since the sun's already setting, how does tomorrow sound?"

"Sounds fine to me. Guess we'll "wing it"," the girl giggled.

"Aw, yeah! We're gonna have the best time!"

The sound of heels clacking against the hardwood floor caught their attention. The couple turned around just as a woman walks into Maagho with guards following behind her. Weskham greets her, knowing exactly who she was. "My dear Camelia, it's been a while."

"I heard about your distinguished guests," she explained.

"Ah, you've an ear for gossip."

Camelia then turned her attention to Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis. "Gentlemen, I won't waste your time. My name is Camelia Claustra."

Ignis was familiar with her position. "First secretary of the Accordo Protectorate."

"You should know we have Lady Lunafreya in our care. And the empire demands we surrender her."

Noctis' eyes widen at the news. "What?"

"Yet I am loath to acquiesce unless we stand to profit. Hence I've come to discuss terms...with the King of Lucis. If you've a mind to talk, come to my estate," the first secretary said. Her gaze moved away from the three and landed on (Y/n). She took note of the girl's slitted eyes and gemstone. "You're the guardian the empire is searching for."

Prompto tensed up beside the girl while Noctis stood up and asked, "There a problem?"

"None whatsoever. I'll pretend I never saw her." With that, Camelia left with her guards.

Once she was gone, Weskham addressed the group. "She can be oblique at the best of times, but I assure you her heart is in the right place."

Prompto was relieved, the tension leaving his body. "Oh. Okay."

"At any rate, you must be weary from your journey. Might I suggest you seek your beds for now and ponder matters anew in the morning?"

Noctis sighed in exhaustion. "Yeah, think we'll do just that."

They left the bar and headed back to the Leville. As they walked into the lobby of the hotel, they encountered Gentiana. (Y/n) was unfamiliar with the woman, but she had the same presence as Umbra. Prompto told her the woman was another divine messenger of the Astrals. After she shared her message about the uncertainty of the future, she vanished.

The spirit kept her gaze glued to where Gentiana once stood. She was so focused on the divine messenger that she didn't realize Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis already headed upstairs. She removed herself from her deep thoughts just as someone tugged on her hand. She looked over to see Prompto was trying to nudge her in the direction of the stairs. She smiled at him and they headed up to their room. The couple was grateful to have a separate room.

Inside the room, it was at that moment they realized they had yet to eat. Prompto took it upon himself to order them room service. They patiently waited for the food to arrive, their stomachs growling seemingly in unison. When their meals did arrive, it wasn't long before the food was gone.

After eating, (Y/n) headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower. She scrubbed the small amount of filth off her body before lathering it with soap and her hair with shampoo. Once cleaned, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. As she did, that's when she noticed how dirty her clothes were. She pouted, knowing she needed to clean her outfit. That's when her predicament arose.

Unlike the boys, she didn't have a spare outfit. An idea came to mind and she doubt Prompto would refuse. Poking her head out of the bathroom, she casted an innocent smile in the blonde's direction. "Hey, Prom? Could I borrow a shirt for tonight?"

Prompto's head snapped up. His brain was trying to process her question. "Borrow a...shirt?"

"That's what I said."

He flushed slightly before setting down his camera and searching for his spare tank top. When he found it, he walked over to the bathroom and handed it to her. His cheeks were still red, mumbling a small "mhm" to her minuscule "thank you" when she took the tank top from him. He returned to the bed as she closed the bathroom door.

With Prompto's tank top on, (Y/n) used the bathtub to wash her clothes. She hung them to dry after gently scrubbing the dirt and blood from the fabric. Before leaving the bathroom, she tugged the tank top lower so it reached just above her knees. Smiling, she strolled out of the bathroom and sat on the foot of the bed beside Prompto. She knew he was staring at her the moment she left the bathroom, but pretended not to notice. Gathering her damp (h/c) locks in one hand, she combed her other one through them while humming.

After suffering in silence for a couple minutes, (Y/n) built up the courage to turn and face Prompto. "So, about our date tomorrow. I know we said we were gonna wing it, but maybe—ah!" A yelp escaped her lips at the feeling of being yanked further onto the bed by her arm and pinned down on the mattress. She stared up into a pair of cerulean eyes, her breath hitching in her throat. The tank top she was wearing rolled up slightly from the sudden change in position, exposing her bare thighs.

Prompto was perched on all fours. His hands were on either side of her head and his knees were between her legs. He could feel a sudden wave of heat consume every fiber of his being from simply just seeing her in his spare tank top. His gaze was full of want and need, hands fisting the sheets. One of his hands gravitated towards her cheek, his fingers caressing her soft skin. His fingers trailed down her cheek and neck before coming to a stop near her collarbone. He bit his bottom lip, but he was unable to hold back the shaky breath he was trying to suppress.

Not once had he broken eye contact with (Y/n) as his fingers danced across her body. Removing his hand from her collarbone, Prompto placed it against her exposed thigh. His fingers traced circles along her outer left thigh before moving upwards. They snaked underneath the tank top and stopped just below the hem of her panties.

Her chest rose and fell as she enjoyed his gentle touch. She fought back a pleasurable moan when his fingers stopped dangerously close to her core. She swallowed hard, stopping any pleasurable noises that threatened to slip from her lips. "Wh-What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" She gasped loudly when one of his fingers slid into her panties.

Prompto ceases his actions to answer her question. "Do you even realize how amazing you look in my tank top? You're like a present that needs to be unwrapped. I should've let you worn it sooner." Using his free hand, he pushed himself up and sat on his knees between her legs. Removing his finger from her underwear, he snaked his hands underneath her thighs and pulled her closer. A shriek of surprise emitted from her throat as her thighs now rested against the sides of his hips. With his hands firmly grasping her thighs, he bent over to close the distances between their faces.

When Prompto's face was a few inches from (Y/n)'s, she raised her hands and cupped his cheeks. She trailed her thumbs across his cheekbones, smiling at him. "A present, huh? Maybe I should wear your clothes more often."

"Please do," he whimpered before kissing her passionately. His fingernails dug into her thighs, but not enough to hurt her.

(Y/n) tilted her head and slightly opened her mouth at feeling the warmth of his tongue protrude from his lips and trail across her own. As his tongue slipped into her mouth and danced with her own, she moved her hands from his cheeks to his hair. Her finger entangled in his blonde locks, tugging slightly as the kiss grew even more heated.

Breaking the kiss a minute later, both panted slightly as their foreheads rested against each other's. Because of the intoxicating kiss, both their bodies felt sapped of energy. It also didn't help they had a long day of traveling. Prompto leant forward too far when he tried to claim her lips a second time and cried out as his body fell. He tried to stop from falling onto (Y/n), but he couldn't do it in time. His body smooshed hers against the mattress, face buried against her chest just above her cleavage.

The girl wasn't in any pain and could only laugh. "You really are a klutz, Prom."

Prompto breathes out a sigh, his warm breath grazing her skin. He felt her shudder slightly and chuckled. "It's part of my charm."

"It sure is," she continued to laugh. Gently, she wrapped one arm around his back and used her other hand to cradle his head against her chest. "It's one of the many things I love about you."

Smiling warmly, Prompto felt a couple tears of joy fall from his eyes. "I love you, (Y/n)." He wound his arms around her torso and closed his eyes, nuzzling his nose against her collarbone.

She cranes her neck down a little ways and kissed the top of his head, stroking his hair in the process. "I love you too, Prom. Let's get some sleep."

Adjusting their position, they flipped to lay on their sides. Prompto's face was still buried in (Y/n)'s chest with his arms wound securely around her waist. She kept one arm around his back with her other hand cradling the back of his head. Within minutes, the couple was fast asleep.

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The next morning, the group was gathered in the lobby of the Leville. There, they discussed their plans for the day. Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis would head to Camelia's estate while Prompto and (Y/n) get to spend their free time together by exploring Altissia.

Once splitting ways with the others, the couple wandered around Altissia to see what the city had to offer. The first thing that caught their attention was the Leviathan Monument. The large piece of art was made from warped metal, appearing to be a horned whale. Prompto snapped a few pictures of the sculpture while (Y/n) wandered over to one of the vendors managing a stall nearby. He told her about the wishing tradition and handed her a paper bird, telling her to make a wish before attempting to throw it into the sculpture's mouth.

After making her wish, she carefully aimed the paper bird and threw it in the direction of the statue's agape mouth. She watched with bated breaths as it soared towards the sculpture's mouth, but groaned when a gentle breeze blew through the plaza and knocked it off course. "Dammit..."

Prompto, who'd taken a picture of her, rushed over to the vendor and got two more paper birds. With a smile, he handed her one. Together, they wished before tossing their paper birds. Both sailed through air and directly into the whale's mouth. (Y/n) sighed in relief while Prompto cheered. She nudged him in the side with her elbow, grinning. "You got lucky."

He poked her side, smirking when he heard a small giggle fall from her lips. "No way! That was pure skill!"

"You wish," she scoffed.

The couple exchanged a few more playful words before leaving to continue their adventure through Altissia. They walked down the grand staircase leading up to Leviathan's Monument and were promptly stopped by a young woman. She sat on the bottom step with her artwork on display, her supplies strewn about. "Hey, would you two like to get your portrait drawn?"

Prompto and (Y/n) exchanged glances before agreeing to have their portrait drawn. They stood a few feet away from the woman so she could get a good look at them while she drew. Without thinking, the spirit wound her arms around his left one, hugging it tightly. She rested her head against his shoulder, smiling blissfully. The sharpshooter smiled giddily, cheeks dusted a light pink.

After ten minutes, the artist was done. The couple stepped away from each other to admire the portrait. Prompto grimaced slightly when seeing how big his nose was. Lifting his hand, he traced over his nose. "Is my nose really that big?"

(Y/n) snorted with laughter. "Your nose is fine, Prom." She then turned her attention back to the woman. "How much do we owe you?"

"Oh, please, don't worry about paying me. You two lovebirds go have fun. Altissia has tons to offer," she smiled back at them.

The couple thanked the artist before leaving with their new portrait in hand. Folding it neatly, Prompto put it into his pocket and they wandered through the streets of Altissia. The marksman took tons of photos of the scenery, (Y/n), and even some of them together as they sauntered around the city.

Down one of the streets, they found a young woman running a stall. She was selling a variety of flowers, which interested Prompto. With (Y/n) close behind, he browsed the many types of flowers. The (h/c)-haired girl was entranced with the flowers after smelling one with (f/c) petals. "Oh, wow! That smells amazing! It's sweet yet refreshing. And the color is beautiful."

Hearing that was all Prompto needed. He handed over a small amount of gil for a single (f/c) flower. The vendor thanked him, hading over a single flower. (Y/n) watched her boyfriend closely as he snapped a portion of the stem off. "What're you doing, Prom?"

"This." Standing in front of her, Prompto combed a few strands of her (h/c) locks behind her right ear. He then placed the (f/c) flower in her hair, smiling gently at her. "Y'know, (f/c) really suits you."

She gently patted the flower before asking, "Should I invest in a (f/c) dress, then?"

He grabbed her hand, frantically nodding. "Please do! I've never seen you in a dress and I think you'd look amazing in one."

She chortled. "I'll think about it."

Hand in hand, their next stop was going to be Maagho. It was a little past one in the afternoon and neither of them had ate breakfast. They figured the bar they'd visit yesterday would be the perfect place to have lunch.

After filling their bellies with Weskham's delicious food, the couple decided to wrap up their lengthy date with a peaceful gondola ride around Altissia. As they were waiting for another gondola to arrive, they were approached by a strange man. He grabs (Y/n)'s shoulders and squeezes tightly, causing her two wince. "You have to leave!" He shook her, resulting in the flower to fall out of her hair.

Prompto saw the pain on her face and hastily intervened. He pried the man's hands off her shoulders and stood in front of her. "Whoa there, buddy! Can you not touch her?"

The stranger then grabs the front of Prompto's shirt. "You're her master, right? Please, you must get her out of Altissia. It isn't safe for spirits to be in the city."

"What're you talking about?" (Y/n) inquired. She examined his appearance and saw the ring on his finger. Just like Geralt's, it was black and cracked. Her eyes widen in shock. "You had a guardian?"

The man nodded his head, tears beginning to pool in his eyes. "Y-Yes... His name was Luca and we were going to get married next month. B-But those damned imperial bastards killed him! They didn't hesitate to kill him in front of me. Th-They took his body a-and fed it to some daemonic beast."

"Daemonic beast?" Prompto muttered.

"The empire's created a monster that devours the corpses of guardians. It consumes their bodies and absorbs their powers."

(Y/n) was becoming suspicious of the man. "You know an awful lot about this "monster". How do you even know about it?"

"I followed them after they dragged Luca's body away. Th-That thing's in Altissia!" He released Prompto and hung his head with a sniffle. "I-I still can't believe he's gone..."

The spirit stepped around her boyfriend and placed a comforting hand on the man's shoulder. "I'm sorry for your loss."

He lifted his head and wiped a few tears away. "Thank you for your kindness. I've taken it upon myself to search Altissia for any guardians. I want to warn them before what happened to Luca happens to them."

"Does this creature have a name?"

"The soldiers called it the "devourer"."

She smiled at the stranger. "Thank you for telling us. I admire your conviction to help my people."

He was able to smile through his tears. "O-Of course. Please, get out of the city before it's too late." The man walked away, running down the street.

When he was gone, Prompto couldn't help but worry. "You really think that monster exists?"

The guardian nodded. "I do. He was clearly distraught and worried about the whole thing. We need to tell the others about this."

"Aaand there goes our romantic gondola ride..." Prompto mumbled with a whine.

She kissed him on the cheek. "We'll have another date soon. Let's get back to the hotel."

Finding the others relaxing in the lobby of the Leville when they returned, Prompto and (Y/n) told them about their encounter with the distraught man and what he told them. Just like the couple, none of them were surprised at the extremes the empire would go just to get what they wanted.

"And that damn thing is here in the city?" Gladio asked.

"That's what the guy said," Prompto replied.

"Can you vouch for this man?" Ignis questioned.

(Y/n) nodded. "Yes. His ring bore the gemstone of a deceased guardian. And by how distraught he was, he was clearly concerned."

"What can we do about it?" Noctis inquired.

"Well...nothing. But at least we know of this daemon's presence and the possible danger it poses."

"This "devourer" only consumes guardians. You are the one at risk, (Y/n)," the strategist stated. "I recommend remaining in the hotel for the time being."

"But what about you guys?" She asked.

"We're just gonna do some exploring before coming back. And I doubt you'll be alone," Noctis stated, eyes roaming over to the blonde standing beside the girl. "Guess you two should just relax here until tomorrow."

"I'm down for that. With the whole rite going down tomorrow, we should relax," Prompto claimed. He grabbed (Y/n)'s hand and tugged her towards the stairs. "You guys have fun!"

"And you two better not have too much fun," Gladio retorted.

The marksman faintly blushed at the shield's words as he headed upstairs with the guardian. They entered the room and closed the door behind them. He flopped down on the bed with a heavy sigh while she went to enjoy the view from the balcony. The boy stared at her back for a few seconds before he lifted his right arm and admired the gemstone bracelet. He twirled it around his wrist a few times, his mind thinking dark thoughts. He imaged the gemstone turning from gold to black before cracking down the middle.

With a startled gasp, he flew up and checked the bracelet closely. Seeing it was fine, he sighed in relief and laid back down on his back. He placed an arm over his eyes, thinking back to what the man had told them earlier. "The devourer, huh...?"

"Sounds kinda creepy," (Y/n) said, sauntering back into the room.

"Sounds hungry," Prompto chuckled. "Just not for food."

"It is unsettling." The guardian sat down on the edge of the bed with a huff. "A daemon capable of devouring spirits and harnessing their power... If it truly has absorbed the magic from guardians, who knows how powerful it is. And it's somewhere in the city."

"Bet the empire has it hidden somewhere," the boy said.

"No doubt. They might use the rite as a distraction to lure out the guardians residing in Altissia. If all hell breaks loose tomorrow, then spirits will do everything they can to protect their masters. That'll make it easier for the empire to find them."

Prompto searches blindly around for her hand. When he found it, he squeezed gently. "I don't know what that thing is capable of, but I won't let it have you."

She smiled down at him. "Tomorrow will be dangerous, but we have each other's backs. We also have the others on our side. Whatever happens, I know all of us will come out alive."

He nodded. "Yeah. Whatever tomorrow brings, all of us will make it through."