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“Did Ardyn create an illusion to trick Prompto into thinking Ardyn was Noctis?” Ignis shared the same theory as the prince.

Inside the cell, Ardyn smiled back at Prompto. “Of course I was worried.” He answered and then stepped closer to the blonde, pulling him to an embrace. “I was so worried about you.” Ardyn rubbed Prompto’s back, soothing him in a comforting manner. Not long did his hands stray from his back, went down to his waist, then to his hips. Prompto didn’t think much of it. He was just relieved that Noctis still cared about him. That time on the train when Noctis attacked him, he thought about that for hours on end in this same cell. But now that Prompto knew it was a mistake, and that maybe Noctis was just tricked by Ardyn that time, he was immensely relieved and so he welcomed the prince’s touches. He trusted him with all his heart after all.

Ardyn, still flaunting Noctis’ image, pulled away from Prompto so he can whisper something to him. “I was so worried, Prom.” He said in a soft voice. “I went in here with no real clue where to find you. I almost lost hope but it’s okay because we’re together again.”

Prompto’s face brightened up with joy at the prince’s nice words. He blushed slightly since it wasn’t everyday that Noctis was so open with his feelings.

“Yeah.” Prompto whispered too. “Thank you.” He smiled, this time holding true joy in witnessing his best friend caring for him.

“Ardyn!” Gladio shouted at the illusionist. “What are you saying to him?!”

Noctis couldn’t do anything but watch Prompto falling prey to Ardyn’s trap, just like what happened to him on the train.

“I was so stressed out in finding you.” Ardyn continued in that soft voice. He brought his hand up to caress Prompto’s cheek gently. “I had to battle so many daemons.”

“Oh...” Prompto felt guilty at that. “I’m sorry for being such a trouble, Noct.” The blonde felt a pang in his heart as he said that. Somehow it didn’t feel right to say those words.

“I was wounded many times while looking for you… and now I’m so tired.” Ardyn leaned against Prompto for a moment; then brought the blonde down to the floor. That earned a grunt from Prompto, being crushed under Ardyn’s weight knocked the breath out of him.

“I… Noct..?” Prompto was confused with what was happening. He thought that maybe Noctis was too out of it to function at the moment. “Are you okay? If you’re wounded, you gotta let me see it so I can work on it or something.”

Ardyn loved the little act he was putting on for sweet, trusting Prompto. He straddled the blonde, sitting on his thighs. He knew the boys outside had a clear view of them and that was exactly what he wanted. He brought his hands to the hem of Prompto’s shirt and dragged it up to reveal his chest.

“Noct?” Prompto blushed in embarrassment. He was torn between shoving off the prince and pulling down his shirt. With how forward and strange Noctis was being, Prompto ended up freezing on the spot, too frazzled to do anything.

“What are you doing to him!?!” Noctis was back into screaming and throwing his summoned blades at the gate. Like before it produced nothing good but a smug grin coming from Ardyn.

“Just let me do this, Prom.” Ardyn whispered close to Prompto’s ear. “Let me do this in return for freeing you.” He said then proceeded to lick the shell of his ear.

Noctis could see the look of betrayal on Prompto’s face from the outside the cell. “No!” The prince threw his sword haphazardly against the bars. “That’s not me! Prompto!”

Prompto bit down on his lip as he felt hands roaming his chest and abs, fingertips teasing his nipples and hips grinding against his. His blush had spread brightly on his face, making it obvious that he wasn’t all that against this.

“You like doing this with me, Prompto?” Ardyn asked with a wicked grin.

Prompto was scared, but he nodded anyway since it seemed that that was the answer ‘Noctis’ wanted.

“That’s not me, Prompto!” Noctis was still fighting. He could see where Ardyn was heading. There was no way he would let that happen to his best friend.

Ardyn liked the look of fright on the blonde’s face. Tears looked to be ready to spill from his expressive eyes and that blush was present all over the boy’s face, neck and arms, accenting his adorable freckled skin. He was curious if that blush spread down there too. Ardyn didn’t waste any time undoing Prompto’s pants and pulling them down along with his underwear.

“W-wait!” Prompto squeaked, his hands shooting down to cover his groin. “Wait, Noct...”

The three outside the cell held their breath, wishing that Prompto had noticed the deceit Ardyn was serving him.

“Sh-shouldn’t you.. uhm… do this with other royalty?” The blonde stammered, tears finally falling. “I mean… I’m nothing, Noct. I wouldn’t feel good… I think.”

Noctis felt his heart breaking at what he heard. “Why are you worried about that?” The prince’s voice cracked. Tears welled up in his eyes as he watched Ardyn thoroughly ignore Prompto’s words. He swatted the blonde’s hands away and laughed at the sight of his sex. He pulled Prompto’s pants down to mid-thigh then pushed both his legs sideways so he can have a view of his ass.

“He can’t be really…” Gladiolus was too shocked at Ardyn’s roughness. He saw him spit into his hand and rub the slight saliva against the crevice of Prompto’s ass.

Ignis could hear Prompto crying, sobbing. That coupled with the lewd squelching sounds, it was horrifyingly easy to tell what Ardyn was doing to their friend.

Ardyn undid his pants and freed his cock. Like what he did to Prompto’s hole, he made hurried work of spitting into his hand and rubbing that scarce ‘lube’ to coat his dick. Seeing the blonde snivelling made him hard. Knowing this blonde’s friends were watching him getting raped made him even harder.

“Wait...” Prompto pleaded shyly. “Please don’t.” He mumbled while not making eye contact, curling in on himself as if wanting to make himself smaller.

“I’m sorry, my sweet, but I can’t possibly stop now.” Ardyn’s wording revealed to Prompto that this man was not indeed his best friend. But it was too little, too late. He can’t get himself out of this situation by now.

Ignis cringed at the scream that tore through what he knew to be Prompto’s voice. The scream was followed by deep breaths and pleading, the shuffle of clothes and squelching still resounding in the background. The adviser ground his teeth in anger. He felt useless.

“Aah..!” Prompto’s screams and sobs echoed in Gladiolus’ mind. He could see the blonde reaching out for something to hold on to as he was fucked dry. His dull fingernails scratched at the tile floor, a fruitless effort.

“Oh dear.” Ardyn stopped his thrusts, to everyone’s relief. He pulled out of Prompto slowly and saw that there was red streaked with his spit on his cock. He pulled out completely and poked at Prompto’s hole with one finger. Prompto cried out in pain and then rolled over onto his stomach so he can crawl away from his rapist.

“Don’t worry, sweet boy.” Ardyn cooed. “I don’t mind the blood.”

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Thank you for the comments, OP!
I feel bad for doing this to Prompto T_T
i ruined a perfectly good chocobo is what i did

He trusted him with all his heart after all.

Nooooo nooooooooooooooooooo this is so upsetting. It's not him, Prompto! Please be okay. Please don't let this ruin your relationship with Noctis. God, this is so painful. Ardyn is a monster.

I love Noctis helplessly attacking the gate, even though he knows it won't do any good.

Prompto was scared, but he nodded anyway since it seemed that that was the answer ‘Noctis’ wanted.

nooooooooooooooo

I'm glad Prompto at least eventually realises who 'Noctis' really is, but it's scant comfort in this SEA OF MISERY.

(All this rolling around in distress is a good reaction, and I'm still incredibly grateful to you for filling this! Just... poor Prompto. We can both feel bad together for being responsible.)

Prompto prayed to the Six and all the Kings of Lucis that their summons have come back. He raised his hand to get a hold of any weapon - Rebellion, Calamity, even any handgun. His silent wish was ignored because nothing came to his rescue.

Prompto struggled as he tried to put some distance between him and this Noctis impersonator. It proved to be too difficult a task with his pants bunched around his thighs and his aching rear.

“Where are you going, Prom?” Ardyn went back to using Noctis’ nickname for his friend, earning a wince from Prompto.

“You’re not Noct!” Prompto swore under his breath. “There’s no way you’re Noct!”

Ardyn rolled his eyes at being found out. “What? You’ve gotten bored of Noctis already?” Ardyn sang, mocking the other’s misery. He then pulled at Prompto’s leg and forced him to roll onto his back.

“What about the adviser?” Ardyn smiled as he saw a new look of fright wash over the blonde’s face.

Prompto brought his hands up to cover his eyes. He wanted to fight so badly but seeing the enemy assuming his friends’ faces paralyzed him. “Please stop.” He mumbled, sobbing.

Ignis could only imagine what Ardyn had done this time. His hands gripped at the cell bars, feeling them shake as Gladio and Noctis started pounding against it.

From outside, the three could see Ardyn pulling off Prompto’s boots. Ardyn took his time undressing the blonde since it was much easier now that the fight has gone out in him. He reveled in the fact that Prompto squeaked every time he pulled off a piece of clothing. Most of all, he loved how his lovely blush spread all the way to his thighs.

“You have a girlish physique, Prompto.” Ardyn commented. “You’re adorably tiny and pretty.”

“Don’t say that shit in Iggy’s voice.” Prompto retorted, but the bite was gone from his reply due to his quivering tone.

Ardyn chuckled as his hands strayed down to feel Prompto’s flushed skin, tracing his hip bones and playing with that soft tuft of hair trailing down from his belly button.

“Don’t you look delectable?” Ardyn cooed, his breath fanning dangerously close to Prompto’s crotch.

“Don’t say that shit in Iggy’s voice…” Prompto repeated and peeked through his fingers. “Please.” He pleaded while making eye contact with ‘Ignis’.

“Why not?” Ardyn bent down fully so he can nuzzle his face against Prompto’s thigh. “You truly are scrumptious.”

Prompto’s breath hitched in his throat as he saw Ignis’ face so close to his own hardening cock. He shut his eyes again and shook the image away. “Stop it, please.”

Ardyn was amused at how Prompto was denying him. He leaned forward to kiss the side of his cock, just ghosting his lips over it before sitting back up. He reached to toy with Prompto’s half-hard dick, feeling a little wetness leaking from the tip. “That’s adorable. You like this.” Ardyn teased his slit with the pad of his thumb.

Prompto bit down on his lip to stop himself from voicing out moans he’d surely be ashamed of. However, the three outside could clearly see him shivering at the sensations brought by Ardyn.

“You let him go now!” Noctis shouted at Ardyn. “You’ve had your sick fun. Now open this damn gate right now!” Along with that demand was a promise of pain for Ardyn.

“Oh, I haven’t had my fill yet.” Ardyn replied, which confused Prompto. “I’ve only had but a mere taste.”

“Hey!” Gladiolus barked upon seeing Ardyn lining up over Prompto’s asshole again. “He can’t take anymo-…”

Another scream tore through their ears. Prompto’s back arched as he was penetrated once more. “Aah… nnh..” He stuttered while trying to plead for mercy or help. The pain was too much to bear and Prompto couldn’t form coherent thoughts anymore. His gaze was unfocused as he saw this man bearing Ignis’ face pummeling into him. “Y-you can’t be…”

“Did you grow tired of this face too?” Ardyn stopped his thrusts and brushed his hair back. “How about the prince’s sword and shield?”

Prompto’s eyes widened upon seeing Gladiolus’ form before him. Tears welled up in his eyes at this nightmare he was forced to live through. “Sto-…” He pleaded, almost wheezing. His shoulders shook as he tried to keep breathing despite the pain in his rectum and the mindbreak he was trying hard not to get overcome with.

“Stop now! He’s hyperventilating!” Ignis shouted. He recognized those noises easily. “Stop and let him breathe!”

Ardyn rolled his eyes at the suggestion. He particularly liked Prompto’s tight hold on him right now. A rhythmic tightening and untightening in sync with his desperate breaths. “You’re a beauty, Prompto.” Ardyn chuckled. “You really, really are.”

Ardyn gripped Prompto by the hips and continued his incessant pounding on the poor boy. Noctis hated himself for being made to watch, useless and helpless. His gaze went down to the floor as he came to accept the fact that in this battle, Ardyn won. He couldn’t save Prompto without letting Ardyn’s insanity damage him first.

Noctis didn’t watch anymore. He only heard Prompto’s strangled cries and the sick sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Ardyn’s gross laughter echoed in his mind and Prompto’s face, that look of thinking he was betrayed and forgotten, flashed in his mind.

Ardyn left soon after reaching orgasm. His climax was marked by a sickening groan and a disgusting chuckle. Prompto’s sobbing had quieted down when he felt the other man leave. Next thing Noctis knew, the gates to the cell were opened for them and they were free to come to Prompto’s aid. Noctis wanted to hit himself and that thought. What aid? He was too late.

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i know i ruined him. T_T
at least the horrible part is over. now for the comfort part

This is still brilliant and I'm still heartbroken. I can't get over how Ardyn adopts the appearance of Prompto's friends for this; it's so horrible and so absolutely what he would do (and so likely to make comfort difficult. Don't give up, boys! I have faith in you!). Prompto's increasingly broken repetition of 'Don’t say that shit in Iggy’s voice' was particularly upsetting, as was him trying not to moan.

What aid? He was too late.

AND THIS. Poor everyone.

Noctis forced himself to enter the cell, the smell of sex making him rethink every step. 'Should I come to him?', 'He's still crying.', 'Does he even want me around?' Thoughts like these played over and over in his mind, preventing him from approaching his best friend.

Gladiolus went ahead to Prompto's side. He was still lying on the ground, trembling, bow-legged and just staring blankly at the ceiling. He caught sight of a few splatters of cum on his thighs and stomach. Just another reminder to them that they were indeed too late.

"Prompto." Gladio called out in a soft voice as he took off his jacket. Prompto was bare from the waist down, and his shirt was still hiked up to expose his chest. Gladio covered his front with his jacket. He didn't realize that that soft touch of leather against his skin would cause him to panic so much.

Prompto's eyes flitted at the trio approaching him, then widened at the sight of Gladio so close to him. He sat up, wincing at the quick movement and then inched away from Gladio. "N-no." He said, eyes wide and brimming with tears. "I can't handle it again. I... I won't be able to take it again." Prompto bit on his lip and crawled away from his friends, discarding the jacket that Gladio offered him.

The sight of Prompto quivering in fear when approached by Gladio crushed Noctis. Prompto headed to a corner of the room, leaving a sparse trail of semen and blood as he crawled. The blonde leaned against a wall and wrapped his arms around himself to quiet his sobbing. "Please no more."

Prompto's broken voice made Ignis stop in his tracks. He thought it would be easy to convince Prompto that they were here now and that he was safe. He thought if they could just explain that they will protect him now and that Ardyn wouldn't get the chance to do this to him again. But how can they do that when they can't even approach their friend without eliciting a panic attack from him? Ignis, for once, couldn't think of a plan except to stand and wait until Prompto was okay enough to converse with.

Gladio stood up to fetch his jacket but he couldn't step any closer to Prompto than that.

Neither of the older men said anything. They both knew that it would only be Noctis who could convince Prompto that he was with his real friends now and that the trickery is over. Both Ignis and Gladiolus let the prince take his time. They knew that they had to handle this very delicately since the trauma Prompto experienced is still too fresh.

As footsteps resounded in the small, cramped cell, Prompto grew anxious. He turned his head to check who was coming in his direction and saw the image of Noctis with a sorrowful expression on his face. "N-no..!" Prompto sobbed while pressing himself against the corner. "P-please don't." He brought his hands down to cover his private parts. "I... I'm still bleeding." He said in the hopes that maybe he will be pitied this time.

Noctis was brought to a stop upon hearing those pleas. He couldn't possibly keep going when he knew it was his fault that Prompto has become so troubled. Instead of stepping closer, he knelt to the floor with him and looked into his best friend's eyes. "Prom." He called out. "It's really me." Noctis was at a loss for ideas. He didn't know how else he can convince Prompto that this time around, he wasn't being fooled.

"No." Prompto shook his head. "I don't believe you." So he says, but Prompto's eyes were focused on Noctis' face and expressions. He wanted to see the signs that this was indeed his bestfriend. He did the same to both Ignis and Gladio at the back, who were frozen in place just watching in suspense, as if they were all atop brittle ice.

"Prompto." Noctis called out once more. "I'm sorry." It was the prince's turn to plea this time and he was pleading for forgiveness from his wronged friend. "It's my fault that this happened to you.”

Prompto listened to this Noctis’ regrets but at the back of his mind, memories of a man bearing Noctis’ visage forcing himself on him resurfaced. Prompto trembled in place just seeing Noctis’ face. And yet, he couldn’t help but listen to his contrite words.

“If I wasn't so overwhelmed with rage back then, I would've thought twice before attacking who I thought was Ardyn. It turned out I ended up kicking you off the train." Noctis let out a deep breath. Revealing his shame proved to be a daunting task for the prince. However, with Prompto's trust on the line, he was willing to overcome that. "Maybe if I wasn't so selfish, or maybe if I wasn't so reckless, this wouldn't have happened to you. All this happened because you are my best friend.”

Prompto looked into this Noctis’ eyes and could see no malice. Unlike before, his words were gentle and stirred the familiarity of family. His chest ached at the thought that this was another clever illusion.

“You didn't have to help me in this journey and yet here you are. And you've been... attacked all because you're my friend." Tears blurred the prince's vision as he went on. "I'm sorry, Prompto. I'm so sorry."

It was silent for a few moments before Ignis heard the shuffling of clothes and the tiny whimpers and breaths that were characteristically Prompto's. The blonde moved from his corner and approached the prince slowly. Out of worry, none of them moved to meet him. They were still afraid that the blonde would get anxious again.

Once Prompto reached Noctis, he offered him a small smile. He would probably normally flash him a wide grin, but the wear and tear on his body didn't allow him. "I'd hug you, Noct. But I'm dirty as hell." Prompto joked.

The prince was overjoyed to see Prompto come to him. "You know I don't care about that." He said but he didn't make a move to touch Prompto for fear of him remembering the trauma he just went through.

After sensing the lightness in the atmosphere, Gladio once again offered to keep Prompto from being too exposed. "Let me drape this over you, Prom."

Prompto acknowledged the effort this time and thanked Gladio for the nice gesture. He wrapped himself in the thick leather jacket and zipped it up completely. Because of his much smaller build compare to Gladio, Prompto was covered up to his thighs.

"I believe Prompto is in need of a potion or two." Ignis said after clearing his throat. "It would be good to keep away from combat for a while too to replenish our health."

"Sound like a good idea, Prom?" The prince asked.

Prompto let out an uneasy laugh. "Why me?"

Noctis simply stared at his friend. "I just think it should be your call this time."

Prompto pulled at Gladio’s jacket. “Geez…” He looked down as he tried to decide for the team. “I guess it’s better to rest and get our health back first.”

“Then it’s settled.” Ignis smiled. Like the rest of them, he was relieved to see that Prompto was slowly starting to act like his usual self again.

“I also…” Prompto trailed off while fiddling with the cuffs of Gladio’s jacket. He was obviously bothered about something again and that caused the three to tread lightly.

“What’s the matter..?” Noctis egged him on, careful to keep his tone light and not demanding.

“I need a shower.” Prompto admitted, the shame obvious in his features.

The three let out a breath they didn’t realize they were holding. “It’s no problem.” Noctis said afterwards.

“If you are in need of help washing afterwards, don’t think twice about asking for my help.” Ignis said. Behind him, Gladio was near the cell entrance, picking up Prompto’s pants, underwear and boots. Ignis called him over quietly to say that he will be washing Prompto’s clothing for him so Gladio handed them over. Ignis delegated him to carry more important cargo.

“Well, let’s go.” Gladio approached Prompto with a wide grin. “Iggy said we still gotta go look for somewhere ‘appropriate for the circumstances’.”

“Right now?” Prompto’s face contorted to that of embarrassment again. “I…” He looked down as he tried moving and stretching his legs. “I can’t yet.” He said while wincing. The pain there prevented him from standing balanced on his own.

“I’ll carry you.”

Prompto shook his head and blushed.

“It’s not a big deal. My greatsword’s heavier than you are.”

“It’s not that..!” Prompto squeaked. The blonde knew fully well what Gladio could lift. “I’m… dirty.”

“Heck I’m dirty too. I’ve been smashing daemons with my own hands all day since we can’t use the armiger.” Gladio crouched in front of the blonde, showing him his back.

“I…” Prompto couldn’t word it out. He was looking to Noctis for help but he was too ashamed. “There’s blood there… and…” He faltered out of humiliation. “…something else…”

Gladio looked at him with understanding. “It’s fine.”

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It didn't take long for the now-complete royal retinue to find a suitable place for Prompto to recover. Noctis found sleeping quarters previously used by employees in the tower. There were multiple bunk beds there and they chose to push together the beds so they can have Prompto guarded even as they all slept.

Cleaning him up was awkward, but at least Prompto didn't flinch anymore despite being touched by his friends.

Prompto insisted multiple times that he should be the one washing his clothes and that he should also wash Gladio's jacket for dirtying it. Noctis only had to grimace once and Prompto let Ignis do his thing. He wore Ignis' jacket in the meantime.

Sleeping proved to be difficult for Prompto. He only managed to fall asleep next to Noctis and even then, he woke up within a few hours. Tears streaked down his cheeks as he woke up with a start, heart pounding. He dreamed of a reliving of Ardyn's rape and couldn't help but sob into his hands.

The three woke up soon after hearing the broken sound. Even Noctis was up despite how hard it usually is to wake him.

"Hey." Noctis inched closer to Prompto. "We're here." He assured him while rubbing his back.

"Are you in need of anything?" Ignis supplied. "Water?"

Gladio on the other hand stood up to check the doors of the sleeping quarters. Once he was sure that everything was still locked and secure, he went back to bed. "Nothing's gonna come take you, okay?" He said, voice still gravelly from sleep.

"Come on." Noctis draped an arm over his friend to soothe him. "Let's get some more sleep."

Prompto nodded in silence. His heart felt full to burst at his friends' caring treatment of him. He felt a little unworthy.

"Hey, Noct?" Prompto chimed after a while. He wasn't sure the prince was still awake though.

"Mm.." Noctis groaned a bit and shifted his position on the bed before opening his eyes and saying, "yeah?"

Prompto smiled to himself. He knew keeping Noctis awake was no small feat. "I meant to ask when you rescued me back there... sorry this is just important to me." He chuckled before continuing. "Um... were you worried about me?" He asked.

Noctis quirked a brow even though he knew Prompto couldn't see his expression in the dark. "What kind of question is that? Of course I was worried about you." Noctis answered. He didn't even need to think with that one.

"Y-yeah..?" Prompto let out a nervous laugh. "I mean... you came for me after all." Prompto was relieved, giddy even.

"Thank you."

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It’s done. the chocobo is healed
the were you worried about me thing is there because prompto really does ask noctis that after you rescue him. lord, i was reeling with feels when he was being all low self-esteemy
Sorry if this seems rushed T_T
Again OP, thank u so much for the nice comments. :3 this prompt was bomb

Oh, bless all of them. I love how careful they are to avoid distressing him, and all their small gestures: Gladio giving him his jacket, Noctis giving Prompto some measure of control back by letting him make decisions for them. They care so much about each other, and it's really good to see, especially in the horrific circumstances. I love that being next to Noctis gives Prompto just enough peace of mind to fall asleep, too.

Thank you so, so much for writing this!

You're so very welcome!
Thank u for this and I thoroughly enjoyed writing it :D

This fill is beautiful. Aww loved it.

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Were you worried about me? (2/?)

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Were you worried about me? (3/?)

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Were you worried about me? (4/4)

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Re: Were you worried about me? (4/4)