Of Frogs & Princes
As my first tribute to the FFXV fandom, I have written a cute Promptis drabble based off of this adorable and beautiful piece of fanart as well as a mini section from this one! All creative aspects belong to this two, I just wrote the words!
Summary; so what does really happen when Noctis is turned into a frog?
Prompto sighed as he turned around another boulder, twirling his gun around his finger from where it was slid into the trigger hoop. The lake was starting to find its form again, both in vast size and appropriate animal life. Just weeks ago it had been overran by red giants and flans, taking all the natural resources out of the land, effectively slowly killing off the other inhabitants in area. Now, thanks to Noctis and the team, it was clear and being maintained by the local hunter group.
A small smile crept up on the blond’s lips as he thought about the battle they had fought just a few feet away. He remembered the banter, Gladiolus telling him to get back up on his feet as Noctis was asking Ignis for instructions, wanting to nail the beast’s weakness while it was still down and vulnerable. Prompto had taken the liberty of sending out a bright flash, knocking the other surrounding daemons further back with the light. It had given Noctis just enough time to get the lightning into his blade before slashing down on the giant.