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Fill: Imperial!Prompto/Noctis "Come Around Sundown" 9/?

[(Anonymous)]

He knew what he had to do, and yet the weight pressing down on his shoulders had finally become almost too much to bear. Ignis and Gladio weren't here to stand beside him as they had been all his life. Prompto, torn away from him by Ardyn's tricks. Noctis had begun to depend on the boy, knowing him as a cursory flicker of light before the sun had set each night. He'd been a constant on this journey, having more than proved himself beyond initial doubt. Maybe Noctis wasn't great at showing it, but the privilege of having Prompto in his life was hardly measurable.

'A learning experience', Ignis had first said of the light-haired soldier. What was once the desire to conquer something that had not been handed to him on a silver platter had turned upside-down. That something had claimed him instead, and now a piece of the King lay locked inside the depths of a cold, mechanical hell, waiting to be retrieved.

Hopefully, anyway.

The King couldn't be sure of Prompto's fate, but he could be certain of what he needed to do. Alone.

Sliding the ring onto his finger had been excruciating. The rite of passage had ignited a spark behind his ribs, flames licking at bone and muscle. An extraordinary pain burst behind his eyes and reorganized the contents of his mind. Something clicked, and Noctis fell to his knees while he cried in anguish. Soon he would be connected; connected to the crystal, the catalyst. His body now a conductor of ancient power, the strength of the old wall surging through him and converging at the ring.

Even though the concrete floors and thick walls, he could hear all of Eos around him. All the Six's creation hummed beneath his skin, causing the little hairs on the back of his neck to stand. He sucked in a breath, and was calm. He wasn't alone.

---

Prompto woke slowly, taking his time to break free of his sleepy fog. Drawing breath caused him to ache, his fingers numb and unresponsive when he tried to move them, tingling with the loss of blood. Something warm trickled from the bridge of his nose, staining his dry lips an indecent black, coating them in foul taste. The wound stung, but it was bearable, he was more worried about his lack of mobility.

It didn't take long for the soldier to figure out that he'd been restrained. While he could move his head and neck, his arms outstretched and held slightly above his head (hence the loss of feeling) and he was pinned at the waist and ankles as well. What kind of sick contraption--?

He stopped himself from letting his thoughts dip anywhere further into the dark, and instead focus on what he did know. He was in a cell, his pack, his weapon, camera, and the transport case he'd stolen from the garrison were neatly stored on a small table on the northeast side of it, within sight, but not reach.

He couldn't remember how he'd gotten here, but he did remember leaving the medical ward.

Back at the garrison Ardyn had... changed his appearance? There was no denying that the Chancellor wasn't like other people, but Prompto's knowledge of magic extended only as far as what Noctis, Ignis, and Gladio had taught him about Lucian Kings, Oracles, and Astrals. Nowhere did they mention anyone with abilities quite like Ardyn, who seemed to slip through the seams of space and time.

Unless he was a daemon? A daemon unlike any other Prompto had seen before. Maybe he was what happened when the transfusions went right? It might have made sense... It was by Ardyn's guiding hand that Prompto's treatments advanced as far along as they had. It had been his father who wanted to abandon the project altogether once it was clear that the scourge wasn't taking to him, killing him instead.

But Ardyn had persisted and even went as far to suggest he, Prompto... be chosen as... Prince Noctis' envoy.

Realization hit Prompto like a crashing wave and he twisted in the restraints, throwing his head back in a vain attempt to broaden what he could see of the room he was in.

“This whole time!” He shrieked, black tarnishing his snarl.

“Indeed,” came the calm reply. “So glad for you to have pieced together the puzzle. This has been a fun little science project now, hasn't it? Let's debrief, soldier.”

Ardyn came from behind Prompto, footfalls echoing on the concrete floor as he made his way around to face him. Mirth filled his eyes, irises lit with a mangled amber. He grinned, teeth pearly and waiting. “The poor Bestithia boy, too frail to be a proper heir, suffering from an affliction too dire for even Nifelheim's finest doctors.”

“Stop it,” Prompto warned, fingers twitching as he willed some life back into his sore, sleeping muscles. He didn't want to hear his story spoken on Ardyn's foul tongue. The only one meant to tell it was himself, and soon he would get the hell out of here and tell it to Noctis, who deserved every detail.

Ardyn sighed, lifting his hands in a parody of surrender as he had done on the train, shaking his head slowly and with what looked like disappointment. “As you wish,” he acquiesced.

“...You want Noctis to find the crystal, don't you?” Prompto asked, his voice feeling small, even within the limited confines of the cell. He lift his head, his neck already feeling strained from the position he'd been forced into.

“I would rather show you than tell,” came the frustrating reply. “Why miss out on a good spectacle? Besides, this here...” Ardyn turned his palms up, spreading his fingers. “This is about you, for once. Let's pretend for a moment that all of Eos doesn't revolve around the great King of Kings.”

As he spoke, the Chancellor stepped forward until he was just inches away from Prompto. Had the boy his freedom, he would have taken a step back, but there was no getting away now. Prompto supposed that he could at least be grateful the contraption held him a foot or so off the ground, mercifully giving him the illusion of a height advantage.

“But that'd be impossible for you,” he continued. His voice was low, but gentle.

Ardyn slid his fingers beneath Prompto's chin, tipping his chin up and forcing eye contact. His touch was sickeningly careful. He handled the soldier as if he'd been made of glass-- still the frail boy bound to his bed. It was only when Prompto's vision narrowed and he licked his blackened lips, catching the sludge from his wound on his tongue. A disgusting noise followed as he inhaled the thick liquid, only to spit it back into the Chancellor's unshaven face.

He started to laugh, even when Ardyn wiped the offending filth off with his fingers and gripped Prompto's jaw again. His heart was hammering in his chest, spine arching off the cool metal at his back. A rush of adrenaline brought that feral creature out of hibernation once again. The stench of the scourge invaded his senses and burned down his throat. It felt... good.

The soldier should have been scared of the lack of reaction, but instead he was spurred to do more. For a fleeting moment they locked eyes and Prompto panted heavily, anticipating. The Chancellor's lips pulled back to a grin. He reaffirmed his grip on Prompto's chin and slowly, deliberately smeared his soiled fingers over the blond's otherwise fair skin, blotting out the splashes of freckles with black.

“You're his new favourite pet, hmm?”

The chancellor had worked to keep his fury veiled, but no amount of disrespect would go unpunished and he found delight in the cry of pain that escaped Prompto as he pressed his thumb to the cut on his face, digging into the wound and letting the blood flow freely, suffocating Prompto for all he cared right now. If he fell asleep, he couldn't spit-- the vile little beast.

“'Mm not,” Prompto gasped, shaking his head as much as Ardyn's grip would allow. He felt... far away, like he'd forgotten where he was, as if the warm dark had finally taken him. Prompto let his eyelids flutter shut while he rode out fresh waves of pain, not all of them radiated from the wound. His voice muffled now as Adryn's thumb swiped across his bottom lip.

“Not what? Good enough?”

Prompto frowned at the sound of a familiar voice. Though his eyes were still shut, Ardyn's grip had loosened enough that he could drop his head forward slightly.

“I never said that--”

“But you're thinking it.”

Prompto opened his eyes, and the cell was gone. He'd been swallowed by the dark, a black starless night cradled him in her arms. Before him, the only source of light-- of anything really. Noctis. The King. The Sun.

“...So, you're a mind-reader now?” Prompto's brow quirked up in question. Noctis laughed. Prompto laughed, too.

“No,” he admitted with that same casual shrug he'd always punctuated his responses with. “But I can see it. You have these... tells.”

“Tells? C'mon, Noct.”

The King took Prompto's face in his hands, and the soldier met him halfway.

“You always... hang around after everyone's gone to bed,” Noctis accused playfully, lips brushing against Prompto's but refusing to give him what he wanted, to let him touch, to feel, to be consumed. “You're more comfortable in the dark, I think. It's the only time you'll ever really talk to me.”

“You're the one always... lingering. Coming around after you're sure the sun's gone down. Why don't you go to bed like the others, huh?”

“Because then I wouldn't have gotten to know you.”

“Oh.”

Noctis finally pressed their lips together and it ached. Prompto kissed him with yearning, an insatiable craving burning deep inside of him. He'd thought that he'd wanted the King to envelop him, burn him up in his light, but the more they touched the more Prompto craved. He wanted to be the carnivore, the hunter.

---

“Prompto. Thank th--”

Noctis recoiled, pulling his hand away as if he'd been burned. The chair swivelled around to reveal a lifeless MT. The unfinished skeleton clattered to the floor in a heap, and Noctis began to lose heart.

“Isn't it fitting?” Ardyn's gleeful voice crackled into existence. “An unfinished product, just like your dear Prompto.”

---

“Your father was a fool to not see the potential,” Ardyn remarked, even if the boy couldn't hear him. "Then again. He knew so little; most humans do." The chancellor watched Prompto's ailing body writhe against the restraints as he rode through another fit, eyes rolling back as his skull hit metal with a resounding crack. He was all corded muscle and twisting limbs, wrestling with whatever unholy magic Ardyn had used to awaken what sat dormant in the soldier's blood. “So quick to give up on you as soon as you turned for the worse. How cruel... He left you neither human, daemon, nor magitek soldier, and worst of all... He couldn't even prevent your inevitable... expiration. Of course, you could keep taking your medicine...” Ardyn glanced to the case set down with the rest of Prompto's belongings. Before him, the boy still convulsed, a gurgling noise creeping up his craned throat.

“But, it's really no way for a boy your age to live. It's a shame no one took the proper care.”

By now, Ardyn couldn't abide by the boy's suffering. It was safe to say that he'd hit a chord and this would be enough. He needed the boy alive if he was going to keep Noctis on the right path. Besides, the point of this endeavour was to... put an end to those who suffered the Scourge. Take back the crystal, sit the throne, usher in the dawn.

“It really is a shame,” he repeated, reaching for Prompto. He tipped the boy's head and thumbed below his eye. Black had spilled over into the whites of them, a faint orange glow where his pupils should have been. “That it's come down to this.”

By some miracle, the chancellor brought the boy back down, carding an uncaring hand through his sweat-dampened hair and scoffing. Pathetic little thing. The tragedy would've been endearing, had the Chancellor a heart.

---

“I'm so... Fuck. I'm so glad you found me.”

Noctis panted, leaning heavily on his father's sword, clutching the hilt and using it as leverage to pull himself up from the ground. Moving forward, he pulled both Ignis and Gladio into a hug, heaving a great sigh of relief. When they parted, however there was silence and a hopelessness settled over the three of them almost instantly.

“I'd have thought for sure either one of us would have found Prompto by now,” Gladio said, since no one else would.

Noctis tightened his jaw, wrenching his sword from the ground and gripping it tightly. “We'll find him,” he assured.

“Indeed,” Ignis remarked. “We shan't take back the crystal unless the four of us are together.”

---

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Re: Fill: Imperial!Prompto/Noctis "Come Around Sundown" 9/?

[(Anonymous)]

“G-Gladio!”

Prompto crumpled to the ground like the defective MT skeletons Noctis had seen littered throughout the keep, but the Shield was there to catch him before he hit the floor. He checked the boy's pulse, then nodded in affirmation, Noctis' stomach dropping with relief as he hurried to his side. The King could hardly wait for Gladio to pull away before he was gathering Prompto up in his arms, placing the boy's head in his lap and pushing summery strands, blotted with black from his face.

Backing off, Gladio described the situation to Ignis, who (ever practical) suggested they find something to help clean his face at least. “It looks like the stuff that comes outta daemons,” Gladio whispered the warning into the advisor's ear so as to not send Noctis into an uproar. Ignis nodded, pondering the thought while the larger man rummaged through the pile of Prompto's personal things. The canteens he found would do nicely, and he grabbed a few potions too, but the locked case baring the Imperial Sigil had him worried. What had Prompto brought along? Where had he been and why would Ardyn bring him here to them?

“I don't like this,” Ignis spoke, as if reading Gladio's mind. “Ardyn's aid... although outweighed by malice still troubles me. He wants us to take the crystal.”

Noctis wasn't listening, but Ignis hadn't expected him to. The King was too busy washing Prompto's face and hair with sterile gauze from the first aid kit and water from the canteen. His hands shook, but when Gladio offered to take over Noctis refused. Both he and Ignis stood back and watched on, worry for their friend still ever present in the air between them.

“You're gonna be okay,” he breathed, words shaking. His chest was tight with both relief and shame. Prompto was safe now, but what had he suffered through? Noctis had dragged him into this, stolen him away under the guise of a benevolent ruler, only to have it backfire. Prompto was important to Noctis, and that made him a target-- the bullseye.

“Nngn...” Prompto groaned like a sleepy teenager who'd refused to get up for school. He stretched his arms until his muscles cried out in painful protest and caused him to open his eyes for real. What he saw made his chest swell with rapid palpitations.

“Y-you came for me?” He squeaked, turning his head slightly, able to just make out Gladio and Ignis' boots, along with the end of his walking stick. “Guys? Noct!?”

He wanted to sit up, but everything hurt and his head was pounding as if someone had taken a hammer to it and swung. Not to mention, the wetness falling onto him; a light shower of Noctis' tears.

“Oh. Oh, no. Noctis,” Prompto gasped, reaching up as the King curled his spine. Noctis was so close now that it was easy to pretend nothing else existed but them. It was like revisiting that strange place in the dark, but this was much more raw, as evident by the clenching of his chest and hitching breath's Noctis took as he sobbed.

“Were you worried about me?” He asked, honestly wondering. What had happened on the train, he knew that it hadn't been Noctis, but he had to hear it from the King himself for it to be a reality. “Tell me.”

“Of course I was,” Noctis practically wailed. If Prompto hadn't been injured, he would have punched him in the arm. “What kind of question is that?”

Everything was soft and sweet for a moment there in the cell. Noctis' lips pressed against his, taking him without any sort of frantic greed. They kissed slowly, tenderly. Before the king pulled away completely he dipped back down to whisper in his ear.

“I love you, Prompto.”

The words were so raw, so honest and foreign that Prompto couldn't even reply. Even as Gladio plucked him from the ground like he weighed nothing and Ignis ordered Noct to shoulder Prompto's pack, while he handled the case; Prompto still stared, gaping at the king.

No one had ever told him that before.

“Uh. Guys,” he croaked, throat aching when he raised his voice, the tears welling up and clogging his sinuses doing nothing to help the predicament. “Can we... Find somewhere to talk? I-- I owe you all an explanation. I-I'm sorry.”