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FILL 6/? Re: Prompto is the kidnapped younger brother of Luna and Ravus AU (Promptis)

[(Anonymous)]

We're venturing on endgame spoilers territory now, folks!

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“I can’t believe this.”

Prompto sat on the couch of his and Caius’ small apartment, looking like he’d spent the last twenty-four hours being stamped on by a behemoth. His eyeliner was smudged damply along his temples, his eyes were red-rimmed and baggy with lack of sleep, and he trembled like he’d just run a marathon without a stop for water. Caius sat next to him and pulled him into a one-armed hug.

“It’s part of the accord for peace, Prompto,” he said, in his low, even tone. “There was no way any of you could have known.”

Prompto scrubbed his fingers over his eyes. “Caius,” he said, in a wretched voice. “My sister is marrying my boyfriend.”

Caius sighed deeply and rubbed Prompto’s back. “I… I honestly don’t know what to say to that.”

Prompto wailed into his hands.

“They’re doing this on purpose,” he said, after a while, hiccupping for breath. “They want her stuck in Insomnia, so she can’t help Noct form the covenants.”

“Prompto, most of Niflheim thinks the covenants and the Astrals are exaggerated fairytales. They can’t possibly—“

“That has to be part of it, though.” Prompto struggled to pull himself together. “I’ll have to… have to help them. No one knows who I am yet. Even if I don’t have her magic, I know the language the Astrals use. I know everything about them. I’m from the Oracle’s line.”

“I don’t think I like where this is going, Prompto.”

Prompto was quiet for a minute, breathing deeply through his hands. He straightened at last, and gave Caius a quivering smile.

“Don’t worry, Caius,” he said. “I’m not going to do anything dangerous.”

It was a terrible lie, but it had to be said.

Noct was about as devastated about the news as Prompto. He was in a black mood for weeks, even through the celebration for his twentieth birthday, and told Prompto more times than he could count that he was not going to let the Empire make him and Luna enter a loveless marriage “just for kicks!” Prompto, for once, didn’t have any advice to give. The last letter Luna sent him was full of reassurances and cryptic hints to “pay attention to the treaty, Sol,” and he couldn’t get the idea that Niflheim was trying to restrict Luna’s movements out of his mind.

One day, after he and Noct had locked themselves away in an unused guest room in the Citadel before yet another nerve-wracking dinner with King Regis, Prompto felt the anxious restlessness he’d been holding back creep up on him at last. He disentangled himself from Noct’s bony limbs and took a moment to look down on him. Noct had his hands curled up near his face, and his hair, unmade by Prompto’s fingers, hung loose over his eyes and cheeks. Prompto dragged the discarded blankets over him, and Noct rolled closer, grasping for Prompto’s bare thigh.

“Don’t go,” the prince mumbled.

“I’ll be back,” said Prompto. He kissed Noct on the forehead and dropped to his feet on the rug, ignoring Noct’s dejected whimper. He shivered as he threw on his clothes, and stepped out into the cool hallways of the Citadel.

He wasn’t sure where he was going. Maybe to the training yards, to see Gladio, or to seek out Ignis for one of his leftover pastries. Whatever the case, he let his feet lead him down the endless, curving halls.

Turn left, he thought. He turned down a corridor that led to a series of winding stairs. Why had he done this? It made no sense—he didn’t recognize this part of the Citadel at all. He almost turned right around when he felt a tug in his mind and unthinkingly obeyed, darting down a narrow stairwell that was less decorated and grand than the hall from which it branched.

He felt like he was walking through a dream. Every time he considered stopping, or turning back, or going down another hall, he would feel that nagging thought in his mind and dutifully follow it. He should have been afraid, but all he could feel was a strange, bubbling anticipation.

At last, he stood before two doors, which were locked by a DNA recognition control pad. He frowned. End of the line, then.

Touch it, said the voice in his mind. He pressed his thumb to the pad before he could stop himself. The pad glowed a faint gold, and the doors eased open.

Before him, casting spots of light over the walls like the pattern of waves on the ocean floor, floated the crystal.

“Oh, hells,” he whispered. He walked forward, and felt like he was stepping through a wall of water. He broke through the other side only a few feet from the crystal, and raised trembling fingers to its surface.

Greetings, child of the Oracle.

Prompto jumped. The voice that rang out in his mind was deep, and clear as a low bell. It took Prompto a moment to realize that it had spoken in the language of the Astrals, and that he had been able to understand without difficulty.

He felt a glimmer of pride at that. Not bad, for a self-taught man.

“Greetings,” he said, fumbling over the words. It was hard to speak in the Astral’s language—it was simple, but deceptively so, and it had not been made for human tongues. “May I ask… who…?”

I am Bahamut, the keeper of the crystal. You do not know this?

“No, I, I do. I apologize, sir.” Prompto cursed himself inwardly, and put it down to nerves.

You bear a question, child. Ask it of me.

I do? Prompto thought. He took a moment to consider this. After a long pause, he nodded and stepped a little closer.
“I am a companion to the King of Light,” he said. “The Oracle, my…” he struggled to find the word. “Blood? My blood kin? She has the knowledge of what the King must undergo to destroy the Scourge. I know some, but not all. If I wish to help him… I need to know. What will happen after he forms the covenant and takes on the power of the crystal?”

There was a very long silence.

There is a price, Bahamut said, and showed him.

The vision swirled through Prompto’s mind like a maelstrom, terrible in its intensity, and he found himself slowly collapsing onto the floor before the crystal. He had none of his sister’s power or Noct’s magic, and even with the breathing and mental exercises, the sheer strength of the crystal’s focus was nearly too much. At last it left him, and he looked down at his hands braced on the floor, and the drops of sweat dotting the stone. No, it wasn’t sweat. He licked dry lips and tasted the warm salt of tears. He kept his head bowed when he spoke again.

“This can’t be the price,” he said. His voice was cracking, and he knew what Bahamut was going to say.

To slay the Accursed, the King of Light must follow him into the plane beyond. It is inevitable, child.

“There isn’t another way? Can… can I pay the price? Can I go, and the King—“

You asked for the truth, child. I do not taunt mortals with deception.

“I… I understand.” Prompto swallowed around his dry throat, and sat up on his knees. “Thank you, sir. But if it’s possible, my offer stands.”

The sound that echoed in Prompto’s mind could almost be called a laugh.

Go in peace, child.

The presence in Prompto’s mind faded, but he waited a while before daring to stand. He rose shakily, and braced himself on his knees for a full minute to catch his breath.

“It takes much out of you, does it not?” Prompto turned too quickly, and was overcome by a wave of dizziness. The King stood in the doorway, one hand on his cane, the other held against the stone of the door. Prompto immediately dropped to his knees again, and the King made a disapproving sound.

“I apologize, Your Majesty,” Prompto said. “I shouldn’t be here. Please, I—“ The King raised a hand, and he fell silent, heart in his throat.

“You have every right to be here, your highness,” King Regis said.

Prompto felt as though he were drowning in the open air.

“Come here, son. Princes don’t kneel.”

Prompto rose like a marionette, and lurched into the doorway at King Regis’ side.

“How…?” he gasped.

“Give me credit.” The King’s smile was not unkind. “I knew the moment I saw you. You are the spitting image of your mother at your age. The rest was a matter of asking the right questions.”

Prompto tried to keep control over his breathing, but it was still uneven and shaky. “I’m sorry I lied to you. And to Noct. But Luna, and Ravus, they—“

“I know the risks, Solaris.” Prompto realized with a start that this was the first time anyone had said that name aloud in nearly fifteen years. Despite his attempts to hold it in, he felt the prickle of tears in his eyes. “I will not betray your location to the Empire.”

The King placed a hand on the side of Prompto’s face, brushing back his tear-damp hair with a thumb. “It is my greatest regret that I could not protect your family from the Empire.” The King’s eyes were shadowed with sorrow. “I can only hope now that I can ensure your safety, and happiness, in the times to come.”

“I am happy,” Prompto said, tears streaming down his cheeks. The King chuckled. It was strange, because in a way, Prompto wasn’t lying. He was terrified of the future, worried about Noctis, aching with the knowledge of what Bahamut had revealed to him. But right now, with the sound of his old name on the King’s lips, and the promise of safety in a time when war closed in on every angle, he was gripped at last by an overpowering joy.

Re: FILL 6/? Re: Prompto is the kidnapped younger brother of Luna and Ravus AU (Promptis)

[(Anonymous)]

A part of me (the one that got heartbroken because of the end of the game) really wishes that there is another way. Thank you for writing this.

Re: FILL 6/? Re: Prompto is the kidnapped younger brother of Luna and Ravus AU (Promptis)

[(Anonymous)]

UHGHGHHG I AM LOVING THIS SO MUCH

Re: FILL 6/? Re: Prompto is the kidnapped younger brother of Luna and Ravus AU (Promptis)

[(Anonymous)]

ahhh op here, I woke up to this and im just gfyredhuks. I love that Ravus teased him a little about the whole dowry thing and that Luna was so supporting. And the King apologizing for not saving his family and how Prompto looks just like his mother at his age. Can't wait to see more. :')

Re: FILL 6/? Re: Prompto is the kidnapped younger brother of Luna and Ravus AU (Promptis)

[(Anonymous)]

You just keep producing these wonderful chapters!!