A/N: I CAN'T HELP IT! They're so cute together that I couldn't resist! Enjoy~

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story idea, in conjunction with Milaya Milen Zeal. She helped me to come up with this, and wrote Noctis's parts.

Fallen Love

Chapter 1

X*X(Prompto's POV)X*X

My head perked up as I heard the alarm sounding throughout heaven. Demon forces were approaching, and we needed to get ready to defend and push them back. I swiftly got suited up in my battle gear, and holstered my guns and sheathed my sword before strapping it to my back just right so I could still fly. Once I was ready, I took off from my home to join the other warriors in the army. When everyone got there, we then moved out, meeting the demon forces near the entrance to heaven.

As soon as the first demon attacked, we leapt into action, attacking every single demon we saw. I shot at several with my pistols, before holstering them again and slashing at them with my sword. I needed to save my bullets for farther targets, after all.

Out of nowhere, right after I beheaded a larger demon, an even bigger one slammed into me, knocking me off the edge of the entrance to heaven. I hurtled to the ground, heading straight for the human world of Eos, where I knew I was going to die when I hit the ground. In an attempt to save myself, I tried to open my wings, but my sword's sheath was blocking them. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, bracing myself for the end as I got closer and closer to the ground.

Suddenly, I felt myself hit water, and began to panic. I couldn't swim, seeing as I'd never learned how to in heaven. After all, no bodies of water existed there. I knew I was done for. As my consciousness faded, I felt a slight tug on the back of my shirt, but ignored it in favor of just letting myself go.

X*X(Noctis's POV)X*X

Dammit, I HATE when nothing wants to bite. Fishing is fun, but they have to want to bite, too… hmm… wonder if my bait's gone stale…

Actually that WOULD make sense, now that I think about it…

I reel back in and check the lure and the bait. I briefly sniff at the food and immediately cringe, holding it as far away from my face as I can. Oh yeah, that's definitely gone bad. Should've checked that first.

Where'd I put my…? Oh there it is.

I move my tail and tug over my bait box and start scouring through the bait as I toss the bad one away. Let's see…what do I have that—

"GAH!"

The yowl's out of my throat before I can stop it…but then again, I wasn't expecting to get splashed like that so suddenly. I growl from my perch and shake off the water from my hair before I look at the water's surface, squinting to try and figure out what just happened.

First thing I notice is the bubbles rising to the surface from where something had broken through the water before disappearing under.

Huh… had something jumped and landed in the water without me noticing?

…Oh well. Let's see if I can catch…whatever it is.

I hook a piece of bait on the lure, and stand up. I'm probably going to need to hold myself in place properly given the size of that splash. I breathe in softly as I arch my arms over my head, hands around the rod loosely enough to let it move in my hands, while being tight enough to not have it be pulled from them. And then I snap forward, and watch the lure flying through the air before landing with a soft plop onto the water's surface.

"C'mon, buddy… I know you're there…" I murmur softly, as my tail curls around the pole to the side for extra leverage.

And then there's a tug on the line and, immediately, I snap up the rod and start reeling it in. Oddly enough, there's no real struggle from whatever's on the other side. Usually not a good sign, but only one way to know for sure.

And then I had it right there and I was able to pull it out of the water… and I actually stared for a few moments.

"…well… I certainly didn't expect to be hooking an angel, of all things…"

X*X*X*X*X*X*X

The angel, despite being completely unconscious, was just barely breathing due to the water in his lungs. Noticing this, the demon frowned before he pulled him back onto dry land. After dropping down to the ground, he pressed his hands down on the angel's chest, and pressed down firmly over and over. The blonde coughed up water as this continued, but still remained unconscious. It was clear he needed more help than what the raven could provide on the spot.

Once he was sure the angel was breathing on his own properly, the demon quickly packed his fishing supplies, absently grumbling about not getting to enjoy his day off, before getting back to the angel. And after a bit of contemplation, he reached down and pulled the blonde male over his shoulder, locking his arm around his knees to keep him in place while carrying his supplies in his other hand (and his tail). And only when he was sure he wouldn't accidentally drop anything, did he start heading off, back toward his camp.

When he returned, his friends, Ignis and Gladio, were waiting for him. But when they saw what he had instead of fish, the pair was quick to jump up and go to their fellow demon's aid.

"What happened, Noct?" Ignis demanded as Gladio carefully took the angel and set him down on a sleeping bag.

"Not a clue," the demon – Noct, as his friends called him – said as he carefully set his things away. "He just…came crashing down. Thought he was a fish, at first…"

"A splash that big from a fish? Really, Noctis?" Gladio questioned, amused.

"Well, there's not much I can do for him here. We'll need to head to the nearest town with medical services," Ignis sighed. "He needs to be treated by professionals. I'm not sure what I'll be able to do for him on my own."

"Right…" Noct mumbled, more in response to Ignis than Gladio's question. "Guess the camping trip's cancelled then, huh?"

"I would like to think you'd find helping an angel to be more important than camping, but yes," Ignis nodded, rolling his eyes at the raven's question. Gladio was quick to carry the blonde angel to their car, while Ignis and Noctis brought the camping gear after packing it up.

"Let's make haste," Ignis murmured, starting the car as soon as he was in the driver's seat. Gladio took the front seat this time, while Noctis sat in the back with the angel. "Keep an eye on him, Noctis," the sandy blonde in the front said firmly.

"Right," Noctis said as he shifted briefly to let his tail curl around his side. He held one hand along the angel's chest to keep him in place while they drove. Ignis drove faster than usual, trying to hurry back to Insomnia so the angel could get the best care they knew of. Eventually, they arrived, and Gladio climbed out with Noctis, the former grabbing the unconscious blonde out of the back seat and motioning for the raven to follow him.

"I'll go park the car, but I'll meet with you in the infirmary," Ignis told them, pulling away in the car. Gladio and Noctis nodded, and the brunette had Noctis follow him to the infirmary. When they arrived, Iris, Gladio's sister, noticed them, and she gasped when she saw the blonde in Gladio's arms.

"What happened?!" she demanded, having her brother set the angel on a bed.

"We're not sure…" Noctis admitted. "He just came crashing down suddenly… Might've fallen down from… well, you know."

"A fallen angel, huh?" Iris hummed curiously. "Well, regardless, he needs some treatment. He must have been in a fight when it happened."

"What makes you say that?" Gladio asked.

"Look at him. He's got cuts and bruises, and he has pistols holstered to his sides," she replied. "Noctis, can you get me some bandages and healing ointment? I'm gonna start cleaning his wounds, but I'll need a little help."

"On it," Noctis said with a nod as he walked to the cupboard where he knew they kept the bandages. After collecting about three rolls of them, he moved to the cabinet where the ointment was kept, well out of range of the little demons that often popped in unannounced, before walking back to Iris. "Here you go."

"Thanks," she murmured, gently dabbing some of the ointment onto a cut. The angel began to shift uncomfortably at the touch, a tiny frown curving his lips in his state of unconsciousness. Iris withdrew her hand, surprised. The ointment wasn't supposed to hurt, so she knew it was a subconscious thing that he didn't want to be touched. She idly wondered if it would be better if Noctis tried, and decided to have him do it and see what happened. "Noctis, how about you try? He doesn't seem to like when I do it."

"…wait, me? Um…okay, sure…" Though Noct was obviously a bit skeptic, he moved over and took over the piece of cotton with the ointment. Looking down at the angel, though, he frowned slightly, not sure if this would make a difference, which made his tail snap out at the air briefly, before he sighed and began to copy what he'd seen Iris do, earlier. "Don't see how me doing it is going to be better, though…"

"Just do it," she huffed. "Besides, you need to have some sort medical training, right?" She watched the blonde angel's face carefully as Noctis began to apply the ointment. As the raven did, though, surprisingly, there was no reaction except for the unconscious youth relaxing slightly. "There we go," she smiled. "Just put that on all of the cuts, and then I'll help you bandage them up."

"Sure," Noct murmured, dabbing the ointment onto the cuts, occasionally tugging some of the cloth aside to reach the spots properly. He kept his full focus on what he was doing, being careful to not do more harm than good. The angel relaxed further at every touch from Noctis, and Iris was pleased to see this. Apparently the blonde seemed to subconsciously like Noctis. Though in what way, she wasn't sure, but she knew what she was seeing. Once Noctis had finished applying the ointment, she helped the raven to bandage up the cuts, being mindful not to make too much contact. When they were finished, she looked sternly at Noctis.

"He seems to be okay with you, so instead of him waking up in here, where he doesn't like when I even touch him, he's going to stay in your room while he recovers," she told him firmly.

"And I'm guessing I don't get a say in this, do I?" Noct mumbled, but that was all he said as he carefully lifted the angel up again, being mindful of his injuries.

"Nope!" Iris giggled. "Now, off with you, then. Let us know if anything comes up."

"Sure, Iris," Noctis sighed softly, before he made his way up to his room. 'How did I get myself into this mess?' Once there, the demon carefully placed the angel on his bed, and sat down in the bay window, silently watching over the blonde. This went on for a couple of hours, until there was movement from the bed. A faint whine was emitted from the angel, and shortly after, his eyes shot open, and he bolted upright in the bed, looking around the unfamiliar room with wide blue eyes, terrified.

"Hey, hey, easy there, it's alright," Noctis called out as he walked over, keeping a careful eye on the angel, while also keeping his distance. Though he'd taken his guns away, he wasn't in the mood to be taken out by an angel any time soon, since he'd heard they could pose a threat without weapons. "Calm down… it's okay…"

"W…where am I?" the blonde asked in a soft stutter, relaxing only slightly.

"Insomnia," Noctis said gently. "I'm Noctis. What's your name?"

The poor angel swallowed thickly, still a bit more than just nervous. "Prompto," he whispered.

"Prompto…" Noct repeated quietly, before he allowed a small smile. "Well, nice to meet you. How do you feel?"

Prompto felt a certain warmth pool in his stomach at the sight of the raven's smile. "I...I-I don't know… What happened? All I remember is getting slammed during a battle, and falling into water…"

"Yeah, I remember that; thanks for the shower, by the way," Noctis chuckled, before he turned serious. "As for what happened, I really can't tell you, only that I fished you out."

"O-oh…" the blonde mumbled, lowering his gaze. He then registered what Noctis had said about the shower, and he blushed, embarrassed. "Sorry about that…"

Noctis chuckled softly, before he said, "It's fine," as he plopped himself down on a chair. "I'm not going to eat you, alright?"

"I-I know…sorry… I just have a hard time around new people…" the smaller male explained. "Which is weird, considering how high in the ranks I am…"

Noctis cocked his head curiously, making his short hair fall over the horns jutting out from his temples. "…I see," he murmured, a soft hum following the words. Prompto merely remained quiet, wondering if this demon could be his "one". After all, he had subconsciously started to calm down from the sound of Noctis's voice alone. And that warmth from seeing him smile… He just might be.

Noctis didn't say anything initially, but he did regard the angel quietly, arms crossed over his chest with the tip of his tail twitching every now and again. Eventually, though, he seemed to grow tired of the silence and decided to speak again.

"If you don't mind me asking…how did you end up falling down here?"

"I…I was in a battle at the gates of heaven to defend from demon forces, who were trying to invade, and I think I was slammed by one of them, knocking me off the edge…" Prompto answered quietly, pausing every now and then to think.

Noctis hummed softly, his expression turning thoughtful as he regarded the angel's words. He knew, of course, that there were plenty of demons who thought very little of heaven and its inhabitants and would rather see the whole place burn rather than accept them in the world. Thankfully, their kingdom was not one of them.

"Well, if that's the case, I suppose we'll just have to wait until they send someone to collect you. If you're as high rank as you say you are, that shouldn't take too long."

"I dunno…even though Lady Lunafreya took a shine to me, my peers haven't…" the angel admitted, sighing.

"Lunafreya…?" Noctis repeated, frowning. He vaguely remembered that name from somewhere, but he couldn't place it right away.

"She's our leader," Prompto elaborated.

"Ah. Okay…"

"But yeah, the others might try and deter her from getting me back…" the blonde mumbled, not wanting to say why. Goddess forbid if this demon found out and he's Prompto's "one", then it would ruin everything.

However, fed with a hint of there being something more to his word, Noctis questioned, "Why is that?"

Suddenly, Ignis and Gladio burst in, badly startling Prompto, who gave a stifled yelp.

"Noctis! Your father is severely ill," Ignis announced as they came in.

"What?!" Noct choked out as he shot to his feet again.

"He's been hiding it, but he's really sick. You need to see him," Gladio explained. Ignis and Gladio then noticed the petrified angel on the bed, and they realized their sudden entry must have scared the poor guy that badly.

"Easy now, we're friends of Noctis," Ignis said softly, however, Prompto didn't relax. His gaze flicked briefly to look at Noctis, but swiftly refocused back on the new pair.

"Easy, they're telling the truth," Noct murmured in an attempt to calm Prompto down. "Listen, I need to go. I'll try to be back soon, alright?"

At this, Prompto began to panic. He did not want to be left alone, nor did he want the raven to leave. Tears of fear began to shimmer in the angel's blue eyes, and he began to tremble.

"H-hey…what's wrong?" This was certainly not what he'd been expecting as a reaction.

"Maybe he should come with, Noct," Gladio suggested. "He probably doesn't want to be alone."

Noct didn't seem too sure initially, but, finally, he nodded and turned to Prompto. "Can you stand?"

Nodding, Prompto got up from the bed, and followed Noctis closely as they headed to King Regis's bedroom. As the group entered, Regis barely responded. In fact, all he could manage at the moment was a tired sigh.

"…Father?" Noct called out as he moved over slowly.

(No, not yet.)

"…My son…" Regis wheezed, before breaking into a coughing fit. Ignis and Gladio stood back while Noctis approached the older man. Prompto kept himself a little closer, but still far enough that he wasn't intruding.

Noctis silently crouched by the man's bed and reached out to take his hand. "Father…why didn't you say anything earlier?"

"…I didn't want you to worry…" the king breathed, but then he noticed Prompto standing a little ways away. Upon seeing the angel's wings, he looked at Noctis. "I'd like to speak to your angel friend…" Though he was clearly surprised at the words, Noctis turned to look at Prompto and quietly gestured him to come closer.

Genuinely startled by the request, Prompto hesitantly came over, and kneeled by the bed. "…Yes, sir?" he asked softly.

"I know what you are capable of, angel," Regis rasped, making Prompto stiffen slightly. There's no way he could know, could he? "All I ask is that you make Noctis happy." The blonde blinked, but then nodded shyly. That was when he detected the scent of Regis's illness. He recognized it, so he placed his hand on the older man's chest, and expressed a wave of his healing magic through Regis's body.

"What are you doing?!" Noct asked, startled and concerned.

"I'm helping him," Prompto answered simply, and as he finished, there was a visible change in Regis. He was starting to look much better, and once the blonde was done, the older man took a deep breath before carefully sitting up.

While he was definitely shocked that Prompto would even consider healing his father, there was definitely a sense of relief visible in his eyes as he turned to regard Regis. "Father?"

Regis gave a tired smile to his son. "I'm fine now, my son," he assured the raven. Looking at Prompto, he added, "Thank you, angel. How did you know what illness that was? I've heard angels can only heal what they recognize."

"I recognized it as an assassination poison," Prompto admitted. "I was trained to recognize many diseases and toxins by Lady Lunafreya, so I know many of them. Someone must have poisoned you at some point, sir."

"Please, my boy, call me Regis," the older man chuckled, before turning serious. "It must have been back during that dinner with Aldercapt and his son, Ravus, for a potential treaty. Of course they denied me, so they probably wanted me dead for even trying."

Noctis's expression darkened considerably at that piece of information, his eyes shifting from light blue to glowing violet, before he swiftly shook it off again. "What do you want to do, Father? We don't have proof they were responsible…"

"Then we'll just sever our ties with them," Regis stated simply. "I know it seems petty, but that's the only way I could have become poisoned, and since there's no solid evidence, we can't accuse them without possibly suffering some sort of backlash." Prompto listened to this, and knew the older man was right. Without any real proof, there was no case. "Regardless, they will have no more contact with us."

Noctis nodded in agreement, before he rose to his feet and turned to the doorway. "Ignis."

"Of course," Ignis nodded, looking at Regis. "Your highness, I'll make sure to have the word spread among our allying areas." After a moment of thought, he switched his sharp gaze to Prompto, and said, "Noctis is actually the prince of Lucis and Insomnia, angel, and his father is the King. This kingdom has a truce with heaven, which is why you're safe with us." Prompto jolted a bit at the news; he didn't realize Noctis was a prince. His blue eyes were wide as he looked at the raven, almost seeing Noctis in a new light.

"Thank you, Ignis," the king told the sandy blonde, and looked once more at Prompto before he said, "I never got your name, angel. What is it?"

"I…it's Prompto," the blonde answered shyly.

"Well, Prompto, you're welcome to remain here as long as you'd like, as thanks for saving me," Regis smiled warmly. The angel nodded timidly, grateful for the king's kindness. "In fact, since you seem to have taken such a shine to my son, why don't you stay in his room?"

"W-wait a minute," Noct got out in surprise. "Not that I mind, but…don't you think that's…a little unorthodox, Father?"

"Not at all," his father replied. "From what I can tell, Prompto seems to have taken to you quite nicely, and you have plenty of space in your bedroom."

"I…I'd like that, if that's okay," Prompto murmured timidly, watching the prince for any negative reaction.

Noctis frowned for a moment in what was almost suspicion, but the look was gone before it could stick. "Well…alright. Gladio?"

"I'm on it," the brunette chuckled, and left with Ignis so they could take care of things on their ends. As Prompto left the room with Noctis trailing after, Regis called out to his son.

"Be good to him, Noctis. He's a special one," he advised.

The raven-haired demon looked back at his father briefly, before he nodded firmly. "Understood," he said before leaving the room and gently shutting the door behind them.

A/N: R&R, peeps!