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Prompt Post Round Five

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Potential filler here! I was wondering, were you looking for any particular ships with this prompt or just a gen fic?

Sorry it took me so long to return, but real life's kept me on the toes for this past week. Coming back and discovering the next chapters was a much needed and very, very nice surprise, so thanks for that :).

Aww. Cor spending the night in his silent flat reeks of loneliness, as instant food and tea at nothing'o clock is wont to do. Especially with the silence bothering him.

I really like how Prompto keeps sneaking up on him when he least expects it. He just can't let this go, can he now? And while Cor isn't half-wrong that him being a no-show might be a deal-breaker, I really would encourage him to have more trust in his friends. Especially considering the fact that both of them have their own kids (I seriously doubt they would ship Prompto off to the next laboratory).

Cor growing up without parents is one of my favourite headcanons :) ~~As is Cor donating to charity.~~ (A boy who joins up with the army at age 13 hardly comes from a cozy backround. 13 years, army life and quite possibly a latent death wish don't speak of a nice family backround where he was loved and cherished. More like desperate choices and no one to talk him out of it).

No scars, no bruises, nothing. I trace over the smooth skin. Is it something I’ll get used to? It’s been nearly a decade since the Trial, but I still haven’t—every time I stand back up again—the first time had been—

Do share, Cor. I admit to attributing Cor's continued survival to potions and phoenix downs, but now you caught me, hook, line and sinker. What is up with that?

Congratulations on becoming the youngest Marshall in history: here’s your shiny pen. made me laugh, even though I suspected about the pen. They deserve something better than cheap ballpoint. then made me realize that Cor and I do have that much in common: I also have a fountain-pen I reserve for signing letters to the bereaved. It feels as if this is the least we can do.

Cor having moved his office to the armory to be near his Guard and as far away from the paperpushers is <3. He really cares about his Guard (probably too much). And he isn't a fan of bureaucrats, now is he? And ouch to his crisis of conscience because of the death of his men, because that's so very much in character and just what I would expect of a man who blames himself for the demise of his king in the game when he was just following Regis's wishes.

“Yes. Thank you. I had wondered—well. It’s being looked into. In the meantime, it’s for the best you and the rest of the Guard remain in Insomnia. While we decide the best path forward.”

I can't help but suspect that Regis smells a rat when it comes to Cor's report and all the stuff he's been omitting. Especially if Cor's an old hand at this. And Cor knows this, yet does nothing to change it and walks off with a bad conscience.

Aw, Cor. He has people telling him left, front and center that they missed him and were worried like shit and he can't accept it because he's drowning in his own secrets. (Which, at least in my experience, is quite believable and lifelike).

Regis hugging Cor and Cor worrying about Regis's health was lovely. Still. Someone should sit him down and make him listen to "Friends will be friends". And then make him own up every little secret he's ever possessed, because there's such a thing as being a private man and then there's such a thing as having so many secrets that they bury you. While problems seldom go away just because they are shared with someone else, sharing does make it easier to bear.

Oooh, this is lovely and bittersweet and intriguing and I really can't wait for more (luckily there is the third chapter to turn to :)). Thanks for writing this gem :)

- OP

There's so much to like in your various chapters that I always feel I can't do them justice. Especially the small touches like Cor imitating TV!parents out of sitcoms he must have watched with Clarus. Or Lance taking Cor's breaking and entering in stride by now as if it was nothing.

Cor dropping by to visit Prompto without second thought and then staying the night is precious. So is the fact that he refuses to give Prompto up and tries comforting him when he's upset. Someone is growing way more attached than he counted on. As is Prompto. And at the same time it serves to show that Cor is that sort of isolated that he's able to keep a secret of this magnitude to himself.

“Prompto. You’re safe,” I try with my sandpaper voice. “It’s all right.” What is it that Clarus tells me? “You’re home. There’s no one else here. You and me, Prompto. You don’t have to be frightened.” I keep my voice as gentle as possible while I card fingers through his hair.

Never mind the shards on the floor, that's just my heart :). This was lovely and bittersweet and right in the feels. All the scenes with Prompto actually break my heart a little - and it was a stroke of brilliance to set the story in that time frame. Cor cares way more about Prompto than he would allow himself to ~~which makes me crave an AU in which Cor actually does adopt Prompto and does not leave him to parents who are pretty much absent throughout his life~~.

Add to that the fact that Cor while groping around for comfort summons Clarus's words up (because apparently he's the one Cor thinks of when thinking of comfort) and using the present tense (so there are still occasions where Clarus needs to tell him that he's safe at home) - and bang... there goes my heart again.

As if I am part of their lives. As though the space I have carved is big enough for that affordance.

Ah, Cor. He really is a piece of work :). On the one hand there's his craving for closeness and the burning wish to matter to somebody enough that they care about him and on the other hand the moment someone shows a shred of concern for him, he keeps pushing them away.

I love your Clarus (and admire his patience greatly) and the way he deals with Cor, especially when he's lashing out. That he allows Cor to set the boundaries for the way they spend their evening together in order to make him more comfortable. And swallowing Cor's stings instead of hitting back verbally. Clarus might not shout declarations of love from the top of the Citadel, but he keeps showing Cor. Even if Cor doesn't recognize it (or at least chooses not to recognize it. Seems to me almost as if he didn't know what to make of it and how to react to it, if he did in fact acknowledge it).

And it actually makes me hope for Clarus to finally wear Cor down and make him spill the beans. Some secrets are meant to be shared. ~~If anything might do the trick, it could actually be Clarus's calm patience~~.

This hurts...I love it.

+1000000

All of the yessess!

Oh, please!

Their next exchange was two days later.

Instead of a sore body from getting ahead of yesterday’s training, Noctis woke up feeling extremely refreshed. He blinked, slightly confused, when he finally saw he was back in the small confines of Prompto’s bedroom.

“...whoa,” he said to himself, dumbfounded. “We really switched again.”

He got up from the bed and looked at the phone. It was just past 8 AM, but unlike the last time he was here, it was eerily quiet, like there was no one else in the house. Noctis yawned and went out of the bedroom to head for the bathroom, washing his face and brushed his teeth.

He peeked out to see whether Aranea—Prompto’s sister—was around, but there were no signs of her. Instead, he found a small note tacked on the refrigerator, written in messy scrawls.

‘Out for hunt. Be back in 5 days. Don’t forget to eat, Prom. —Aranea’

A ‘hunt’, huh. So maybe his sister was working as a daemon hunter, Noctis thought. That meant that he had the house for himself for the day.

Noctis then went back to the bedroom. It was almost the same as when he first came here, just with more papers scattered on the desk. He lifted some of them and found out that Prompto had sketched what looked like his bedroom in the Citadel. It was incomplete and lacking in several details—perhaps it was due to the limited memory and the haze that it was just a dream—but Noctis could tell that it was done well.

Next, he searched Prompto’s back for the journal. Flipping towards the pages, he finally found the entry he wrote on May 15th, and below it, a new line was written with red marker.

OMG are you really the prince?!?!?!?!
how is this happening. we REALLY switched places?!?! it’s not a dream?? wtf?? am i the prince now??

Noctis chuckled, understanding the freak-out, although he did thought that Prompto’s was quite hilarious. He sat and down flipped the page towards the date today; May 18th, and started writing.

Dunno how this works, but since we can’t meet normally, we should communicate this way.
i’m noctis lucis caelum, prince of lucis. nice to meet you, prompto. can i call you that?
and about what happened, i dunno either. maybe the astrals pranked us. but that’s really not important.
i’m going to enjoy my life as you here, so you might as well enjoy your life over there.

He put down the pen. Honestly, there was still too little information to deduct anything at this point—this was only their second switching, anyway—but at least, Noctis could enjoy being a normal civilian for a day.

He then took a shower and searched the kitchen for something to eat. All that were stocked inside the refrigerator were fruits and vegetables, and Noctis wrinkled his nose. Seriously, why did Prompto eat that much of those vegetables? But he took an apple and bit through it, tasting the crisp texture and the sweet, soury taste.

His (or rather, Prompto’s) cell phone suddenly beeped, and Noctis spent a few minutes searching for the phone. There was numerous texts and emails, all from the same number.

—Prompto! You promised me you will help me in the inn! Now get your ass over here ASAP!!—the latest email hollered at him. Noctis scratched his head—whoever this was didn’t mention which inn, but there was only one in the town anyway... Could it be the Wolf’s Den?

He didn’t have a choice anyway. Sighing, he readied himself and went out, heading towards the Wolf’s Den.

The town was, as usual, peaceful and quiet outside, and Noctis spent a few moments stopping to take a few deep breaths, enjoying the air. When he got to Wolf’s Den and slid the door open, the first floor—apparently the bar—was devoid of people except for one currently wiping glasses in the counter. The man turned when he heard the door open and his eyes narrowed when he saw Noctis.

“Prompto,” he grunted. “You’re late. Selena’s waiting upstairs.”

“...sorry,” Noctis replied, not sure of what to say. He carefully treaded the stairs and found out that the second floor was indeed the inn, and like the rest, it looked empty and quiet. A young woman emerged from the third floor as soon as he reached the second floor.

“Prompto!” she growled. “You’re late! Didn’t you say that you’ll be here at eight yesterday?”

“Uh, um... I’m sorry... Selena. I forgot...” Noctis answered awkwardly. The woman had dark, straight brown hair and her eyes were strong yet at the same time gentle, it kind of reminded Noctis of someone. “I’m really sorry.”

Selena huffed. “Fine. At least you’re not that late,” she said, turning her back to Noctis. “Let’s go, then; we have plenty to do today.”

Noctis spent the rest of the day helping Selena; washing the dirty sheets, bringing them towards the dryer, and vacumming the rooms until they were sparkling clean. By the time they were finished, Noctis was sweating and panting, having running around, up and down the inn. Selena, however, watched in amusement.

“Great job, Prompto,” she grinned, giving Noctis a slap on the shoulder. “Not bad at all, not bad.”

Noctis wanted to just go home and drop down the bed, but he gave Selena a slight smile. “You’re... Y-You’re welcome,” he said, a little bit out of breath. “But... Don’t you have anyone to help you manage the inn?”

She stared at Noctis, and that was when he knew he screwed up again. “Since my brother and his friend left, I’ve been managing the bar and the inn by myself, Prom, did you forget?” she tilted her head. “I even have to hire a new bartender to keep the bar up and running...”

“...the man downstairs?”

“Lyserg? Yeah, him,” she eyed him weirdly again. “You’re so weird today, Prompto. What happened with you? Did someone bother you again?”

Noctis quickly shook his head. “No, no, it’s... not like that. I’m just... er, a little bit forgetful sometimes, you know that.” He gave Selena a small smile. “I’ll be back to normal tomorrow, I promise!”

...how did Prompto usually act anyway? He really didn’t have any idea.

Selena didn’t look convinced, but at least she finally shrugged. “Fine by me,” she said, ducking behind the receptionist desk and took a small envelope, giving it to him. “Here’s your pay, Prom,” she said. “I’ll rely on you again next week, alright?”

Noctis nodded dumbly, and Selena bid him goodbye, so he went downstairs and out of the bar, eyeing the envelope. It was quite thick, so he wondered how much Prompto made working like that. Noctis had a part-time job as a waiter back when he was still in high school. The pay wasn’t much and it wasn’t like he needed the money anyway, he mostly did it as a part of the community service. But for Prompto, who lived only with his sister—and Noctis was sure that daemon hunter didn’t bring that much money without having to risk yourself too much—was he working for living expenses as well?

His train of thoughts were cut short when suddenly his shoulder was grabbed and a snarl was heard behind. Noctis turned back and spotted three people, maybe a year or two older than Prompto, slowly ganging up on him.

“Prompto,” one of them hissed, grinning as he eyed the envelope in Noctis’s hand. “My, my, what do we have here?”

“The runt’s got money,” the second one cackled, and Noctis grimaced. Bullies. His mind went to a few days ago, when he was conversing with Cindy in the cafetaria. So this was what she was talking about.

“Give it to us, Prom,” the third one growled. “Be a good boy as always.”

Noctis held his ground. “No.” He replied.

The bullies stopped. “No?” the second one asked back, tone threatening.

“No,” his expression hardened and he gritted his teeth. How dare them. “I suggest you scram out of my way or I’ll beat you up.”

There was a few seconds of silence before the three of them laughed. “He—he said he’ll beat us up!”

“Remember last time he said he’ll did that? We were the one who beat him up!” the other added.

“Last chance, Prompto. Give the money or you’d rather be punched?”

Noctis scoffed. “Fuck off.”

Their laughter soon died out and turned into a furious roar. “How dare you!” the third one yelled, raising his fist, but Noctis ducked down and delivered a punch to his gut, which sent him reeling backwards, coughing in pain. It was comical when his friends all stared in shock, but they soon launched an attack towards Noctis, which he dodged and countered easily. Prompto might be thinner and smaller than he was, but that meant that his movements were faster. He would make a decent fighter if only Prompto improved his stamina a bit.

“What?” Noctis huffed. Pathetic. “That’s all you got?”

“Don’t get cocky, bitch!” they all stood up and charged together, but Noctis was faster. A kick to the side, a punch to the face and a jab to the gut were all it took for the bullies to sprawl on the ground, groaning in pain.

“Next time, choose your opponent wisely,” Noctis snorted, before he turned around and left them to head home, silently smirking in victory. That would teach them not to pick on Prompto next time.

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first off, sorry for the late update! life caught up with a!anon here, so in the future i hope you guys will be patient. i'll finish this, i promise.

so good

(*Takes a deep breath*) I-I've never filled a prompt before, so please forgive me if I'm doing this wrong. I combined this prompt with this other one (which was right above this one): https://ffxv-kinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/4113.html?thread=7168785#cmt7168785
Hope you don't mind. Have some in medias res porn and torture *throws flowers*
___
Bringing Down the Wall
Noctis moaned around the rubber ball vibrating against his swollen lips, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth. His eyes slid closed; not that it mattered, the hood covering his head kept him in the dark. Kept him solely focused on the pulsing, solid warmth buried inside him, and the moist heat enveloping his length. His hands clenched helplessly, wrists tied together above his head and pinned to the soft… thing pushing him towards release again.

He tried to phase through the restraints keeping him immobile, but his magic was spilling out of him faster than he could pull it from the Crystal from two pinching points in the base of his neck and spine; pressure he could barely feel over the throbbing need of his erection.

The sensations bubbling through his body pushed out another moan, loud in the silence that had enveloped him since he’d woken up. He vainly tried to resist the wanton thrust of his hips against the thing sucking greedily at his cock. He wanted it to leave him alone, or swallow him, anything to end the overwhelming assault. He didn’t know where he was, who had attacked him and Ignis on the way home from university, but the thought of them watching him writhe and moan, begging for release around the gag in his mouth caused his already flushed face to burn hotter.

Then it got worse. Whatever was buried inside him thrummed faster, pressing against sensitive places he hadn’t even known existed. His body arched as he let out a cry, cuming into the humid warmth sheathing him. However, even as he sagged in exhausted bliss, it didn’t stop, continuing to hum along his abused nipples and deep inside him, making his tight muscles shake.

His head lolled aimlessly as he was dragged mercilessly to yet another orgasm. Shuddering, he let out garbled pleas for them to stop, but it silently continued, wrenching him to release over and over again, until he was limp, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

“Shut it down,” a voice broke into the silence. Noctis started, but his limbs felt too heavy to even attempt to move.

“B-but-” Someone else protested quietly.

Noctis’ eyes widened as he replayed his shuddering moans with the realization people had been watching him orgasm over and over again.

“You’re not going to get anything else out of him for a while, and I’ve got work to do,” The first person responded flatly.

“Fine,” The second voice said sullenly. Then suddenly the assault on Noctis’ body cut off. There was a series of incongruous noises before Noctis was lifted off the solid warmth buried inside him. His body was shifted disorientingly and his torso was pushed against something solid and soft, his limbs dangling. Noctis shifted in the man’s grip, trying to knee him in what he hoped was the back of his neck, but his arms and legs moved sluggishly, and it seemed to make no difference to whoever was carrying his exposed body. Noctis reached for the hood over his head, but his bound wrists were grabbed and pulled down. He tried to yank them free, but he was so drained the hands keeping him still didn’t even budge. He was useless without the Crystal’s magic.

Noctis pressed his mouth into a line, trying to keep the panic from setting in. He had no idea where he was, or what the fuck they were trying to do to him… his sweaty face flush again under the hood. How many people had seen him… were they taking pictures? Video? Was everyone going to know he’d let some weird machine make him cum? Was that the plan? To humiliate him and his family? Was Ignis ok?

For a moment Noctis stopped breathing. The chamberlain had still been in the front seat of his crumpled car when the attackers pulled Noctis from the wreckage, but what if they hadn’t left him in the car? Or what if they’d left him there because he was dead? He needed to know if Ignis was ok. Noctis doubted the man silently lugging him away from the perverted machine would give him answers, but if he played his cards right, whoever was in charge might.

Noctis stopped trying to struggle, desperate to gather strength for whatever came next.

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Regis paced because there was nothing left to do. He’d poured over the reports of his son’s abduction, gone to the scene of the accident himself in hopes of squeezing something useful out of the wrecked car that had contained his son 4 hours and 58 minutes ago, and he’d personally interviewed Ignis, who had been knocked unconscious during the crash, and thus had nothing useful to help glean the whereabouts of his poor son.

They wouldn’t kill Noctis, Regis told himself as he completed another circuit of his room, bad knee throbbing painfully. The Prince of Lucis was too perfect as leverage to be killed outright. And Regis knew he would acquiesce to any demands they made, if they would just hurry up and make them, because his son’s safety was paramount. Noctis was the Chosen of the Crystal, would bring the world back from darkness someday, any sacrifices that needed to be made to protect him, Regis would make. For the safety of his people, and his son, who already had to endure so much.

But now 5 hours had passed in agonizing silence.

Regis’ phone chimed in his clammy hand. He looked at the caller ID, startled to find a text message from an unknown number; the royal technicians had assured him that only people in his contacts list would be able to reach him. His brow furrowed at the message, which was just a link. Regis’ body went cold, his heart squeezing as he tapped on it. It opened a tab in his browser, and he almost dropped the phone at the sight on the screen. His son, naked, was strapped into a metal chair, black hood on his head. He was struggling, but his movements were clumsy and weak, much like when he stumbled around after expending too much magical energy. Also in frame were two men wearing black ski masks.

The thinnest one removed his son’s hood. Noctis blinked owlishly, shaking damp strands of hair out of his eyes. Then he stilled, glaring at his captors, mouth set in a firm line. The erratic heaving of his chest betrayed the panic his son’s schooled expression did not. His boy was brave.

Subtitles appeared at the bottom of the video: You are sacrificing all of Lucis to a tyrant for your own safety. Feel the pain of your people.

Regis’ mouth went dry. This wasn’t about a ransom, it was about hatred, it was about making him suffer. There would be no negotiating. If he didn’t find his son, Regis knew with frozen certainty he would lose him forever.

“Where’s-” Noctis started to say just as a third person, clearly a woman, walked into the shot, and Regis heard the hiss before he saw the red hot brand in a slender, gloved hand. Noctis’ eyes widened as he also caught sight of the glowing sigil of the Emperor. He jerked frantically at his restraints, breath hitching audibly. Garbled curses fell from his lips as the woman approached him.

Regis’ jaw tightened. There was nothing he could do. Again he was helpless to save his son. Why could he never reach Noctis when he needed him most? He wanted to look away as the brand hovered above his frantic son’s left arm, but he would not abandon his son in that way as well.

The brand smoked as it was pressed into Noctis’ forearm. His son threw his head back, screaming as he bucked in the chair. Regis would never forget the anguish ringing in his ears.

As the masked assailants waited, still and impassive, Noctis dissolved into incoherent sobs, gasping and twisting, vainly attempting to pull his sizzling arm free of the metal restraints. Bile stung the back of Regis’ throat. Droplets of water splashed onto the phone screen as his son’s struggles became weaker and weaker until he was slumped in the chair, breathing shallow and erratic, eyes hooded and red, face damp with tears.

“Why…?” Noctis whispered. No one answered.

How would he recover from this? Noctis had lost his bright light after the daemon attack when he was a child, what would this do to his spirit?

If he survived.

The woman with the brand looked towards the camera, nodding slightly. The video went dark and stopped.

Regis stared at the blackness for several seconds, waiting, but nothing happened in the returned silence. He reached for the internal line with a shaking hand to summon the generals of the Crownsguard and Kingsglaive to him. He had to get to his son before it was too late.

Ok, I combined this prompt with another one here:https://ffxv-kinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/4113.html?thread=7169297#cmt7169297

I hope you don't mind. I posted it as a reply here:
https://ffxv-kinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/4113.html?thread=7484177#cmt7484177

What Regis saw was only beginning, wasn't it?

A!Anon, don't worry, you did well! I'm curious about what is going to happen next and my heart is crying both for Regis and Noct. What else are those people going to do with Noct? Are they willing to kill him, will they not ask for money in exchange for Noct?

I can't wait for another part, A!Anon ♥

I'm the op of the other prompt this is being filled for and OOOOH MY GOD THIS IS GREAT! >D

A!A - hey all, it's going up on AO3, though I'll likely come back to update here too:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12708150/

<3

Oh man this is off to a great start! I'm loving this detailed Noctis torture, but also the Regis angst ;-; And Noct worrying about Ignis even when he's in that situation. Precious boy...

Super hot! Regis and Prompto are really cute together.
I really like the pet names that Regis keeps using XD

Round Six of the Kink meme has been created. Please check it out here: https://ffxv-kinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/4398.html

Edited 2017-11-13 19:28 (UTC)

*inarticulate happy sounds* I'm soooo glad you're liking it so far, and don't mind the prompt mashup, I just saw them right next to each other and thought YES THIS IS A PERFECT COMBO

Next part should be ready soon!

Hnnnnn ^____^ Thanks so much for saying so! Hope the next bit is ok~

Yay! I'm glad this is acceptable so far!

And yes, there is plenty more torture to come

Ooh! sorry for the late reply! OP here - I am fine with whatever ship the filler wants! Or if you want to keep it gen! Just as long as it stays sfw, go crazy! Thank you for considering this! I will flip if you decide fill it! Thanks!

I hope this is suitable for OP, it's not as action packed as they might have wanted but it hits all the important points I hope.
............

No one knows yet who the five gunmen (well, four gunmen and one gunwoman, but that's beside the point) who came in with the tour group are or what their motives could be. No one is sure how they were able to sneek the guns through the security checks. No one knows where they got guns in the first place seeing as how only select members of law enforcement and military are allowed to have them inside Insomnia.

No one know any of that yet, but those questions can wait. They can wait until two assailants are no longer opening fire on a unit of Corwnsguard recruits in the training yard while two more were last seen running in the direction of the throne room. No one knows where the fifth ended up, but Cor Leonis had seemed to have landed a good strike on her before taking a bullet and watching her limp away.
............
"And that's checkmate," Noctis says with a smug grin as he moves his knight in place to block his opponents kings only means of escape. His opponent, who just so happens to be the King. The King, who folds his hands on the ornate dark oak desk and smiles.

"Well done, my son," Regis congratulates Noctis.

The smugness fades from the Princes face leaving a small but sincere smile. "I learned from the best."

Regis chuckles. "Oh, I'm am by far not the best. In all my years, I have yet to defeat Clarus." He reaches to retrieve his cain, but is interrupted by a buzzing from his desk drawer. He opens it to find his cell phone face up with a message from the aforementioned Shield. He swipes the screan and reads:

Clarus: Get yourself and Noctis to the safe room NOW, no time to explain. I'll come to you as soon as I am able

"What's wrong, Dad?" Noctis asked, noticing the way his fathers eyes light up in alarm.

Regis re-trains his expression to show full composure. "Apparently there has been some sort of security breach. I haven't the details, but we must go to the safe room at Clarus' behest, surely just as a precautionary measure." He then stands more quickly than his ailing knee is happy with and he represses a wince of pain.

Noctis stands quickly as well, otherwise doing well to mask his mild panic. In his pocket his own phone chimes. He pulls it out to read:

Gladio: Get 2 thsafe room Don worry about anyone else and don't as questions I'll get 2uwhen I cam

Noctis' concern mounts upon reading his Shields message. Gladio, having an immensen respect for the written word, does not often send such jumbles messes and never types in short hand. "I just got a typo ridden text from Gladio saying the same thing Clarus did."

"We mustn't take their warnings lightly then. Let's hurry."

"Yeah." Noctis grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and, not taking the time to put it on, slings it over his shoulder.

Noctis is the first out the door of the Kings personal study. He holds the door for his father and, waisting no time, they run. Noctis makes sure not to get too far ahead of his father who moves much slower relying on a cain.

"You go on ahead, Noctis. This old man wil catch up."

"Not a chance."

Just then they hear running footsteps coming down the hall towards them. In two identical flashes of blue light, they both draw their swords, preparing for a fight but hoping against one. They are relieved to see a young Crownsguard, newly enlisted judging by his insignia, running towards them. Their relief gives way to horror when they notice he is spattered with blood.

"What has happened, young soldier?" Regis askes in alarm.

"There's been an attack, Your Majesty," the recruit answers, out of breath. "Gladiolus Amicitia sent me to make sure you and His Highness make it to the safe room."

"Where is my Shield!" Noctis demands.

"He's-"

Gunfire erupts in the hall, and the recruit falls to the ground; a pool of blood forms around his body.

TBC

It's a pain in the ass to type out long chunks of text on a phone. I need to get to a computer to finish this.

!! so cute!!!!!

Regis drops his cane and puts up a magic barrier a split second before two assailants armed with automatic handguns round the corner. They fire repeatedly at the barrier, but the bullets simply ricochet off. Behind the transparent blue wall, the King and Prince both hold their swords at the ready.

“If neither Clarus nor Gladiolus can make it to us,” Regis says, voice strained, “Then we will have to fight.”

Noctis nods. He watches one gunman load a new magazine into his gun before continuing to fire. “Next time one of them has to reload, let down the wall just enough to let a warp strike through. I can get them both if I’m quick.”

“Well then be quick, Son. Here comes your chance.”

An empty magazine clatters to the floor. Regis relaxes his hold on the magic protecting them and the light from it dims and flickers but does not go out entirely. Noctis quickly raises his sword and thrown it like a javelin. Noctis and the sword seem to disintegrate into a shower of white-blue sparks, only to reappear in a cracking flash across the hall as the spectral weapon pierces the gunman’s chest. The second enemy turns on his heals and takes aim at the Prince. His shot goes past Noctis’ head, and in one swift motion Noctis pulls his sword from the dead enemy and slashes at the second enemy, cutting him deep across the chest. In a matter of seconds both assailants are down and Noctis stands there in the center of a sort of triangle formation of three bodies in shock. The only dead body the sixteen year old Prince had ever seen was at the funeral of Lilly Amicitia, wife of Clarus Amicitia, who had lost a battle with postpartum depression after Iris was born and taken her own life. He had only been four years old at the time. Now he had witnessed a murder and taken two lives.

“Noctis...” Noctis turns to his father, who stands stiller than a statue staring straight ahead, not directly at Noctis. “Well done.”

Noctis nods, unable to speak...until he sees it. A growing patch or red on his fathers lower abdomen. “DAD!” he screams and runs to him just as the King collapses onto the ground. Noctis drops to his knees and presses on hand to the wound and supporting his fathers head with the other. “Come on, Dad. Stay with me, the safe room’s not much farther.”

“No, Son,” Regis’ voice trembles and cracks. “Go. Get yourself to safety.”

Noctis shakes his head. “What did I tell you before? Not a chance. I’ll drag you if I have to, come on!” He places one of his fathers hands on the wound. “Keep pressure on it. There’s a store of potions in the safe room, you can make it ‘till then.” He hooks one of his arms around the older mans waist and hooks his fathers arm around his neck. It is a struggle, but he manages to haul them both to their feet.

The two limp their way to the throne room, and Noctis grunts as he shoulders open the heavy doors. “Not much farther,” he assures Regis, “Just hang on.” He almost looses his grip on his father as he carries half of his weight on one side to the North wall, but miraculously he reaches the place where a hidden piece of panel serves as the entrance to a concrete and steel room that it was said nothing could penetrate. Knowing he would need both hands free to open the panel, he gently sets his father down and props him up against the wall.

“End of the line.”

Noctis spins around and sees a woman step out from behind a support pillar. She has a gun pointed at them, and Noctis freezes.

“River?!” Regis gasps.

“Oh, so you remember me? Good. Then I you already know why I’m about to shoot your baby boy in the head and smile while you cry and bleed to death.”

Forgot to say TBC. Part three in the morning. Good night.

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Prompt Post Round Five

Re: Post-Game, Dying Prompto Saved by Noctis

Re: Fill: On the Way to a Smile (Cor & Prompto, Clarus/Cor, E) [2/7]

Re: Fill: On the Way to a Smile (Cor & Prompto, Clarus/Cor, E) [3/7]

Re: Ignis/Noctis or Gen - Ignis was Chosen King all along

Re: Luna/Noct marriage goes off without a hitch AU

Re: Gladio + Noctis, Gladio doesn't understand disability works

fill (4a/?): Your Name AU

fill (4b/?): Your Name AU

Re: fill (4b/?): Your Name AU

Re: Regis, Noctis, Kidnapping and torture (Fill) 1/?

Re: Noct chained to a fucking machine & milked for royal sperm (Fill)

Re: Regis, Noctis, Kidnapping and torture (Fill) 1/?

Re: Regis, Noctis, Kidnapping and torture (Fill) 1/?

FILL CONT.: gen chocobros, ridiculous sickfic - at AO3

Re: Regis, Noctis, Kidnapping and torture (Fill) 1/?

Re: Fill 2/? Re: Regis/Prompto, strip club/brothel au

Round Six is Open

Re: Regis, Noctis, Kidnapping and torture (Fill) 1/?

Re: Regis, Noctis, Kidnapping and torture (Fill) 1/?

Re: Regis, Noctis, Kidnapping and torture (Fill) 1/?

Re: Post-Game, Dying Prompto Saved by Noctis

Fill: Regis & Noctis, Noctis protecting injured Regis

Re: Fill: Gen or Gladio\Noctis, Noctis beats up a school bully

Fill Part 2: Regis & Noctis, Noctis protecting injured Regis

Re: Fill Part 2: Regis & Noctis, Noctis protecting injured Regis