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 Welcome to Round Two of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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FILL Noctis/Prompto (or gen) Kidnapping 9/?

[(Anonymous)]

“You are.” Noctis wouldn't be able to speak after that. He'd be a wreck. His mind would check out and never come back. There were veterans of the Kingsglaive that who'd never have been able to withstand that kind torture. “You're tough. I mean, I always knew you were but you're like... tougher than Gladio thinks he is.”

The barest shadow of a smile appeared on Prompto's face. “You're safe. That's all that matters.”

What? No. Of course that wasn't true. Prompto mattered. He mattered so much. But before Noctis had a chance to say any of that, all hell broke loose.

The window behind him shattered open. Noctis threw himself over Prompto to protect him from the scattering glass and tried not to notice how his whole body tensed up under him.

The black uniforms of the Kingsglaive flashed past him as they warped around the room. Another glimpse of black and gold indicated that his father had joined the fray. He heard Gladio's voice somewhere. Ignis' too. But too much was going on for him to track them.

Whatever the men's big plan was, no matter how many of them there were, they didn't stand a chance. Or at least they wouldn't if Noctis hadn't provided them with powerful magic. He looked up just in time to see the first man grabbing one of the flasks from the table. “Dad! That's flare!”

Regis warped and cut off the man's hand, and caught the flask as he fell. Noctis lacked the energy to keep up with the rest of the fight. It was in hand. No need for him to do anything. Not that he could do anything yet. His powers still wouldn't come.

Once the fight was over, the Kingsglaive started to examine the room. Noctis shielded Prompto from view with his body, arms outstretched. He'd had elocution lessons since he could talk because he was expected to sound regal and commanding when he gave speeches. Time to put that to use. “Father. Tell them to wait outside.”

Regis gave a nod. He didn't even have to speak to be regal and commanding. The Kingsglaive filed out without a second glance. Gladio and Ignis, who'd naturally assumed the order didn't apply to them, remained.

“Is that Prompto?” Gladio said.

“I'll find him some clothing,” Ignis said. Their faces were hard to look at. The haunted look they both wore. “Gladio. Your assistance please.”

“I-” Gladio lifted his hand in some aborted motion. “All right, Iggy.”

That left Noctis and Regis. “You're too fucking late!” The sentence exploded out of Noctis. He jumped forward, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't warp. He landed in front of Regis and came up swinging. “What were you doing?” Regis only caught his fist and pulled him into a tight hug. “They-- They--” Noctis lost the rest of what he was going to say in a rush of sobs. Again?

Regis just let him cry it out for a moment. “We'll discuss it later, Noctis. Right now there are more important things to deal with.”

Prompto. Noctis couldn't believe he'd left him just to shout at his dad. His priorities were all over the place. He rushed back to Prompto. Regis followed more slowly, back to limping now he wasn't imbued with the power of kings. He took off his cape and handed it to Prompto. It was big enough to wrap around him like a shroud and he sat up gingerly, hissing at the motion.