tw: dubcon, power imbalance, unhealthy relationships, stockholm syndrome
Noctis doesn't let him go.
His arms are untied for all of a minute. Noctis replaces the restraints with soft leather cuffs, the expensive bondage types that Prompto's only seen in porn.
Noct kisses him and touches his hair and says, "You look pretty."
Prompto tries to bite him, but Noctis is too fast. He flicks Prompto's nose fondly instead.
He knows about the barcode. Noctis knows. He saw it when Prompto was unconscious, and he keeps kissing Prompto's wrist.
Prompto tries to knee him in the dick. He catches Prompto's leg and kisses that too.
"Don't be mad," Noctis keeps saying. "I'm sorry. I can't let you go."
"I hate you," Prompto spits, and Noctis has the gall to look hurt.
"You're the worst," Prompto says, and Noctis looks pained.
"Let me go," Prompto cries, and Noctis kisses him all over, wipes away his tears, touches him until he comes into Noct's hand, whispers good boy good boy i'll take care of you stay here stay here my prompto mine mine mine-
On the days where Noctis has magic training in the Citadel, Gladio and Ignis come over instead.
They stand guard outside the door and whisper things like he's fucking insane and we must look out for his highness's mental health and this is kidnapping, ignis, this isn't some cute jaunt through a park-
and Prompto says, "Please, let me go-"
and Ignis says, his hands tender as he wipes Prompto down and feeds him soup, "I'm sorry. Prince Noctis is priority, and he cannot function without your presence-"
and Gladio says, combing through Prompto's hair gently, "This is fucked up. This is fucked up. I'm sorry, kid-"
and Prompto cries until he's thirsty and Ignis brings him water and makes him drink it with that terrible shuttered expression on his face and Gladio will read him a book in his shaky, rumbling voice until Prompto falls asleep.
Noctis sleeps curled around him. He's all sticky warmth coiling around Prompto's limbs, on his skin. Noctis breathes on him, mumbles quiet nonsense in his sleep, pulls him closer, like he wants to meld himself against Prompto.
Prompto lets himself have one final unsatisfying cry that lasts him all night.
Noctis stirs in the morning, presses a kiss into his shoulder and apologises again.
Re: Fill: i got the debts, i'm a debaser [4/?]
tw: dubcon, power imbalance, unhealthy relationships, stockholm syndrome
Noctis doesn't let him go.
His arms are untied for all of a minute. Noctis replaces the restraints with soft leather cuffs, the expensive bondage types that Prompto's only seen in porn.
Noct kisses him and touches his hair and says, "You look pretty."
Prompto tries to bite him, but Noctis is too fast. He flicks Prompto's nose fondly instead.
He knows about the barcode. Noctis knows. He saw it when Prompto was unconscious, and he keeps kissing Prompto's wrist.
Prompto tries to knee him in the dick. He catches Prompto's leg and kisses that too.
"Don't be mad," Noctis keeps saying. "I'm sorry. I can't let you go."
"I hate you," Prompto spits, and Noctis has the gall to look hurt.
"You're the worst," Prompto says, and Noctis looks pained.
"Let me go," Prompto cries, and Noctis kisses him all over, wipes away his tears, touches him until he comes into Noct's hand, whispers good boy good boy i'll take care of you stay here stay here my prompto mine mine mine-
On the days where Noctis has magic training in the Citadel, Gladio and Ignis come over instead.
They stand guard outside the door and whisper things like he's fucking insane and we must look out for his highness's mental health and this is kidnapping, ignis, this isn't some cute jaunt through a park-
and Prompto says, "Please, let me go-"
and Ignis says, his hands tender as he wipes Prompto down and feeds him soup, "I'm sorry. Prince Noctis is priority, and he cannot function without your presence-"
and Gladio says, combing through Prompto's hair gently, "This is fucked up. This is fucked up. I'm sorry, kid-"
and Prompto cries until he's thirsty and Ignis brings him water and makes him drink it with that terrible shuttered expression on his face and Gladio will read him a book in his shaky, rumbling voice until Prompto falls asleep.
Noctis sleeps curled around him. He's all sticky warmth coiling around Prompto's limbs, on his skin. Noctis breathes on him, mumbles quiet nonsense in his sleep, pulls him closer, like he wants to meld himself against Prompto.
Prompto lets himself have one final unsatisfying cry that lasts him all night.
Noctis stirs in the morning, presses a kiss into his shoulder and apologises again.
He's never going to get out of this place.