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From: (Anonymous)

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The little shrine hasn't changed much. The fishpond had been installed as a memorial for Noctis, with a single stone lantern sitting in the center. Every year, students and teachers from Noctis' elementary school gather to pray for his safe return on the anniversary of the day he disappeared.

They toss coins and flowers into the water with their prayers. The older ones count the ripples and say that's how many more years it'll be before the Prince returns, and the ones too young to have ever met him do their best to cast their offerings without disturbing the water at all. The teachers pour glasses of wine and raise them in honor of the King, long may he reign, and the King, always in attendance, gives a little speech to thank them for remembering.

Regis tries not to linger on the faces of his son's classmates. There are fewer of them every year, and the ones that do attend are all so grown up now. He smiles, of course, and it's difficult to be anything but charmed by watching a noisy gaggle of little kids slowly becoming a crowd of young adults. Still, the persistent ache in his chest gets a little sharper when he sees them next to the portrait of his own son, forever frozen at ten.

Now, he's here, on the curb in front of the building. Part of him still half-expects the bell to ring, Noctis to come running out of the doors and dive into the passenger's seat. A greater part tells him to stop dwelling on it, to force down the stinging in his eyes; Noctis' destiny is still out there somewhere, he was never promised a place in it. It was his role to help bring him into the world and raise him to be the one who would save it, and so long as the Crystal reassured him that he would return one day to do that, Regis could be content.
His pace and bearing are practiced, poised as he walks, but his thoughts are elsewhere and he's only dimly aware that the rest of his entourage is nearby. He gives the speech with numb sincerity, thank you all for coming, for remembering; have faith, he will return, and the stars have not forsaken us. Saying it makes him believe it again, gives him another year's worth of hope.

It's hardest the moment he lights the lantern. A single spark of fire magic is all it takes to keep it lit the whole year round, but by the end of the ceremony, the sun is long gone and the water is a smooth, black mirror, with only a lone white flame to interrupt the darkness: the only light in a night sky that still appears when he calls.

Inside he can feel the Crystal and the Wall gnawing away at him. When he leaves the ceremony to return to the car, he tells no one, and drives away to find somewhere safe, quiet, and dark. It's the only place that feels holy enough for a king to pray in earnest, no matter how deaf the world is to his pleading, and the only place secluded enough for a father to weep, no matter how futile his pain.

--

"Holy shit, kid, what happened to you?"

"Oh, um. I got in a fight." Prompto drops onto the grass. His clothes are all but ruined, streaks of dry blood all over his hands and face, angry purple bruises everywhere. "But it's fine, you should see the other guy."
Ignis kneels down and lightly pats at the deepest cut on Prompto's forehead with a handkerchief. "You really ought to see a doctor."
"For this? Nah. Thanks, though, Iggy.. I'm sorry I missed it."

The ceremony's long over. The lantern is the only light on the grounds now, but it's bright enough to be pretty and atmospheric more than creepy or cold. The only people still here are the ones upholding another yearly tradition, this one smaller and less hopeful.

"What were you fighting about?" Gladio sits down, tips Prompto's chin up to inspect his injuries. "That'll be a nice shiner tomorrow, y'know."

"...He was complaining about the memorial service. Stupid complaints, too. I
couldn't take it anymore, so I hit him, and I got my ass kicked pretty hard, but he didn't walk away whistling either, so I'm counting it as a win for me." Prompto sighs. "But that's not important. Thanks for waiting for me, guys."

"Of course." Ignis puts the handkerchief away. "How goes your search?"

"Same as always, didn't find jack, squat, or shit." He reaches into his pocket and tosses Gladio a flash drive. "That's it for this semester, but I don't have any more pictures. Sorry."

"It's fine, it's not like there'd be any new ones anyway." He takes it and puts it away. "Thanks for keeping up with it."

"No problem."

They'd become friends on this very spot, years ago. The first memorial for the missing prince had been crowded and solemn, and most of the people attending were there to hear news on the investigation more than to mourn his assumed loss. The other boys and girls from his class stayed huddled close to their parents, not understanding why Noctis was missing but well aware that their mothers and fathers were scared.

Ignis and Gladio had stayed long after the ceremony ended, less because they wanted to and more because they weren't sure where to go. They were too young to take up other royal appointments, and without a prince to protect and care for, they had no course to follow. Returning to the Citadel meant confronting that reality, and neither of them were really prepared for that; the road they'd planned on taking had suddenly crumbled under their feet, so they stayed where they were.

The only other person left was a chubby little boy who'd come by himself. He waited for the crowd to leave, and when he thought he was alone, he spoke quietly to the picture of Noctis on his camera: I'll look for you. Maybe if I was braver I would have been your friend, and maybe I would have been there, and I could have.. well, no. Whoever got you would probably get me even easier, but at least you wouldn't be alone. I'll take good notes so you can copy them when you get back, but until then, I'm still going to look for you. Even if everybody else thinks you're dead, I'm gonna keep looking. I promise. So hang in there, okay?

Gladio had cried. Nobody mentioned it, of course, because if there's any boy in the world who isn't supposed to cry, it's a Shield-in-training, but the noise had startled the fourth-grader with the camera, and the secret was out. After that, they had no choice but to become friends, because that's the only way you can swear somebody to secrecy and expect them to keep their oath.

Since then, they meet infrequently. High school is demanding, and working in the Citadel is busy, but this is the one night a year when they can be absolutely certain that they'll have time to see each other. It's the same thing every year, like everything else.

Now, the three of them sit on the edge of the fishpond, watching the flickering reflections of fireflies and lantern-light. It's never a happy occasion, but at least it's comforting. Having to go through the motions is sad and tiring; with friends, it's still sad, and still tiring, but the added benefit of not feeling alone in a crowd goes a long way.

"I spoke to the King the other day." Ignis breaks the companionable silence with practiced, fine-edged ease.

"How's he doing?"

Gladio tries not to look bitter, and mostly succeeds. "A little worse every day. He says the Crystal doesn't draw on him as much since Noctis disappeared so he has more energy to devote to the Wall, but it's wearing on him. He's holding up pretty well, otherwise."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. He bounced a Niflheim ship last month. He talked the press into not making a fuss over it, but it was pretty cool. Turns out Magitek Troops just kind of roll down the side before the energy pops them, it looks a little bit like a beetle hitting a windshield."

Prompto laughs. It's a good sound, the kind that lightens the air around it. "Cool! Wish I'd been there to see it."

"Next time, you might." Ignis smiles. "I told his Majesty we've got options on a new recruit for the Crownsguard, so don't be surprised if you get a letter telling you to report to the Citadel sometime next month."

"Whoa, seriously!?"

"Sure. It's obvious, isn't it?" Gladio smiles and claps Prompto on the back. It only knocks the wind out of him a little bit. "It's basically not any different from what you've been doing this whole time anyway, right? And when you graduate, we'll get to hang out more."

"But.. I'm not.." Prompto fumbles the words a little, looking between the other two as if he half-expects it to be a prank. "You were both picked as kids, right? Don't.. doesn't that disqualify me, or something?"

"The only thing that really matters is dedication," Ignis responds. There's a note of gravity and seriousness in his voice that seems both deeply ingrained and a little desperate, like he's saying it more to remind himself than to convince a novice. "And you've got that in spades. You'll do very well for yourself with us, I think. If you want to, of course."

"Of course I do!" He beams, but it fades into uncertainty. "...Do you think the prince would be okay with that?"

"You did all his homework for him for six years. If he's not okay with it, I'll smack him upside his head." Gladio slings an arm around Prompto's neck.
"Then again, it probably depends on whether or not your grades suck."

"My grades are fine, thank you very much!"

Ignis chuckles; it's a mild sound that makes him seem much older than he really is. "Even with the searching?"

"Even with the searching! I usually make a point of getting detention a few times a week. Just to get some extra time in the library, not because I misbehave or anything."

"And the fistfight doesn't count because...?"

"Hey, we weren't on school grounds, so it's completely off the books. At least until his parents complain, but there's at least twelve hours until then so today, I still have a clean record." Prompto grins. "Hey, there's an idea. If I start studying now, I bet I could be the prince's lawyer by the time he gets back."

Gladio laughs, but Ignis shakes his head, and turns his attention quietly back to the lantern, and the silvery flame flickering in it. "...He'll have missed a great deal," he murmurs. "It's already been a long time. He'd probably be learning how to drive, about now."

"Ignis..."

"No. It's fine, you were right about one thing, at least." Ignis looks between the other two, and explains, for Prompto's benefit more than anything. "Gladio made a good point earlier today. Wherever Noctis is, he hasn't been getting the education he should, and although there's no doubt in my mind that he will return, we have no promise that we'll live to see it. What you've been doing up until now.. it's probably one of the best things anyone could do."

Gladio nods his agreement, and stands up, stretching. "When you think about it, that's true for a lot of reasons," he says. "You're right, Ignis and I got picked for this when we were kids, but it's been.. it's been a while. I don't think he'll need a lawyer when he gets back, but he'll probably need a friend his own age. Somebody who didn't... completely grow up without him, you know? Think you can do that, Prompto?"

Prompto nods, and he does his absolute best to pretend that he didn't just hear Gladio's voice crack, and if he did, it's only because his voice is changing and not for the same reason there's a brimming sheen across his eyes. "I can do that, absolutely. Forever, if that's what it takes."

Ignis pretends it doesn't hurt to see Gladio blink those tears away, completely solid as steel once more. A boy might be forgiven for crying, even a grown man might be, once in a while. But a Shield never breaks, even if there's nothing for him to protect.

--

Morning happens.

It seems like it's been a while. Not so long ago that he doesn't remember what a morning is, but long enough that he thinks the light streaming through the curtains is strange for being yellow and warm, rather than a cool, crystalline white.

Sunlight, he recalls. Right.

The marble floor is cold under his feet, but it's a good cold, alive and sharp and almost painful. Everything hurts at first, joints and muscles loosening from stone-stiffness, only just sore enough to feel utterly delicious once it fades. Part of him wants to go back to sleep, but the rest of him is too acutely aware of how small this bed is.

The voices of the Six are still fresh in his mind, though their words, not so much. He knows what he must do, and how it must be done, and what will become of him, but the stars won't be in their places for a few more years. There's time.

Gentiana's voice resounds from her place next to his window. Despite the warmth of the light pouring into the room, her presence leaves curling trails of frost crawling across the glass. "Shall I tell the Oracle to expect you, my king?"

Noctis wraps himself the bedsheet before he crosses the room to join her. Everything is exactly how he left it, save for the thin layer of dust everywhere. Stirring it leaves a soft, sunlit cloud in his wake. "You didn't tell her already?"

"She's never lost her faith that you'd return. I didn't see the necessity."

"Leave it, then. I'll send her our notebook."

"Very well." She smiles, the soft, coy amusement forever playing at her lips spreading like cold to the rest of the room. "What will you do first?"

The prince grins. His hair hangs in a loose, black-velvet fringe down his back, and there's not a stitch of clothing anywhere in his wardrobe that would even half-fit him; the skinny boy with rifle-hard limbs and wide, thoughtful eyes had been replaced with a young man, healthy, lean, and pale as the moon he hasn't seen in a decade.

In a few minutes, he'll meander down to the throne room, where his father will be sitting and taking court. He'll wait, quietly and patiently, because the last thing he wants is to cause an uproar, and he'll only have one chance to really observe King Regis on the throne in complete, objective secrecy.

He won't get that chance, because there'll be an excitable young blond man who has never gone a day without making a renewed promise into a dog-eared photo of those same night-blue eyes, who will run full-tilt for his bespectacled friend, who will insist on calling their very tall, very robust, very strong other friend to protect them from angry courtiers while they dive on Noctis with hugs and tears and drag him to meet his father, who will finally, after ten long, sad years, let a special silver lantern-flame burn out.

He knows all this. So he smiles.

"...Pants. I'm thinking pants."

From: (Anonymous)

Oooooh my god, this was so good and so sad, anon! Everyone will be so happy to have him back, ahhhh~~~

From: (Anonymous)

Ahhhh this was beautiful

From: (Anonymous)

NOT OP BUT I'M HAVING A LOT OF FEELINGS AND MY HEART IS BURSTING

thank you for this, authornon, this was beautiful! Felt really true for all of them. If you wanted to write a follow-up about their reactions to his return in more detail I know I for one would read absolutely anything you wrote.

From: (Anonymous)

OP Here. OMG!!! I didn't think this was going to be filled, but this was soo much more than I could have dreamed! You made my day! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

From: (Anonymous)

You should absolutely post this to AO3(if you want)! This is so amazing I would hate for people to miss out.

From: (Anonymous)

Seconded the idea! I think you would receive a lot of reviews in AO3!

From: (Anonymous)

Bloody hell. This was FANTASTIC! Any chances for a continuation of this? Would LOVE - absolutely LOVE - to see more!

Ps: You should totally post this on AO3!

Thank you for sharing!