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Noctis has always loved Prompto, ever since they "met" in high school. But he always figured Prompto never felt the same, what with how desperate he was to get a girlfriend. Sure he'd get jealous, he was in love with the guy, but he never did anything about it—except maybe give an implied (or sometimes very clear, if he's feeling particularly angry) threat to every girl who seemed interested in Prompto back. But he wasn't hurting anyone, really.

Eventually Prompto finds out what Noctis is doing and goes to confront him. That's when Noctis snaps and confesses to Prompto how he feels and why can't Prompto just love him back? Prompto freaks out and tries to leave, because something seems seriously wrong, but Noctis doesn't let him. He takes Prompto, and chains him up in the spare bedroom of his apartment. Prompto lived alone, after all, and now he never would be again. He'd have Noctis to take care of him. Prompto belonged to him now.

+ Prompto lets Noctis have sex with him because he's scared what will happen if he doesn't
++ Prompto eventually gets Stockholm Syndrome

(Feel free to switch things up! Just as long as Noctis flips and kidnaps Prompto, I'm happy)

I didn't know how much I needed this! Someone, please fill this!

yes please

heyo sorry its two months late but im here for u i gotchu bro

It's a Monday, and the girl from the photography club isn't talking to Prompto anymore. She turns away, head down, shoulders tense, keeps her lips pressed into a thin line.

He's kind of sad about that.

She's always been nice to him. Had a tendency to be a little touchy, but she's always kind and she listens to him, so he mourns a little when her gaze skitters away from him nervously for the third time that morning, and resigns himself to never talking to her ever again.

Noct reaches over and slides his fingers against the curve of Prompto's wrist, the one without the wristband, and he says, "What's up with you?"

Prompto says, "Nah, nothing much."

Noct raises an eyebrow. He says, "Okay," and then the teacher walks in and starts the lesson and they don't talk very much after that.

During lunch break the girl looks at him and gives him a nod and a head tilt when Noct's back is turned, almost running out of their classroom. He makes to follow, except that Noct's holding onto his wrist and asking if he's eating today.

He says, "Yeah, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom real quick."

"Okay," Noct says.

So he walks out of the classroom and makes a quick detour to the photography club room once he's sure Noct isn't watching.

"Sorry," says the girl waiting there, all in a rush. "I'm sorry- I can't. I can't talk to you anymore. He's- I'm sorry."

Prompto swallows down his apprehension and says, "Noct?"

She nods.

"Don't tell him," she pleads. "I just wanted you to know. Don't tell him."

"I won't," Prompto says, slowly, carefully. This is like freshman year all over again. "I promise."

"Okay," she says, shakily. "Be careful."

He rubs at his wrist.

"Sure."

A year ago, when he'd just been friends with Noct for about a month or so, there'd been a boy. He had taken the same elective class as Prompto, had a grin as sharp as a dagger and he'd been the person in charge of the homework assignments.

Noct had been waiting for him the day he saw them together, laughing at one of Prompto's jokes. That was Prompto's first mistake.

"I don't like him," Noct had said one afternoon, his hand on Prompto's arm and a frown on his face.

Why, Prompto had wanted to know, he's a great guy, he's nice. That was Prompto's second mistake.

Noct didn't answer, and the next day of class, the boy didn't look at Prompto, not even once.

In class, Noct says, smiling, "You sure took a long time. I nearly forgot to save you my veggies."

Prompto snags Noct's lunch box and chews whatever emotions he's having into tiny little chunky veggie bits and swallows them down.

Prompto says, "The day you start eating vegetables will be the day I quit photography, Noct, and it'll never come."

Noct says, "Ignis would make you into his own personal deity if you managed to make me eat my vegetables."

"I think he'd cry big grateful tears," Prompto says.

"That's a thing to think about. Maybe I should start cleaning up around my place, huh? Do the dishes for once."

"Imagine if you made another friend. He'd think he was dead in purgatory," Prompto says, too fast. Too late for take-backsies.

Noctis stiffens.

"I don't need another friend," he says. "I've got you, don't I?"

Prompto goes quiet.

"Yeah," Prompto says, and Noctis grins and Prompto breathes and everything is good and well and okay again.

Noctis kisses him in his fancy penthouse one afternoon. His fingers curl into Prompto's shirt and he sucks Prompto's tongue into his mouth and Prompto can't breath and never wants him to stop, ever.

But Noct has no friends. Prompto is his only friend, and if Prompto kisses Noct back then Noct will have no normal regular non-kissing friends, and Prompto doesn't want that.

He wants Noct to be happy.

So he pushes Noct back and says sorry, i'm sorry but we can't do this, noct i'm sorry.

Noct's glare is like one of Ramuh's thunderstorms. Why, he wants to know. I want to, Noct says, his fingers warm against Prompto's skin.

"I can't," Prompto says, voice pathetically small. "Noct- I can't, you're my only friend."

Noct's expression smooths out abruptly. He goes still and silent, lets go of Prompto and moves away.

"That's what this is about," Noct says.

"What?"

Noctis says, calmly, quietly, "She told you."

"I- no. Noct, please-"

"You know what, Prompto? It's fine."

"Noct, don't- don't do anything, please-"

Noctis shrugs him off, his expression blank and still. He's the calm before the storm and Prompto is scared.

"Just go," Noctis says.

Prompto bites his lip until he tastes blood. "Noct," he says, sorry, sorry, i'm so sorry-

Noctis says, his voice cracking, "Leave."

Prompto says, "okay."

The next day, the girl that wouldn't talk to him grabs his wrist so hard his bones grind together.

She hisses at him, her eyes wild in her terror, what did you say, what did you tell him, you little bitch, i told you not to tell fuck you fuck you-

"Let him go," Noctis says.

She startles badly. The poor girl, she cries, big ugly sobs, and she says, almost a wail, liking you was the worst mistake of my life, dropping Prompto's wrist and fleeing.

He has bruises.

He rubs at them absently. Noctis leans back against the wall, looking like he hasn't slept in days.

Your Highness, Prompto says, and Noctis flinches, says don't give me that, don't you fucking dare.

"You knew."

Noctis says, "What if I did?"

Prompto grits his teeth. Sets his jaw, readies himself for the worst fucking argument he's going to have in his whole entire life.

"You can't just threaten someone away like that! Why the hell are you trying to control my life?"

"I'm not!" Noctis says. His jaw is clenched tight too. "I'm just looking out for you, honestly, Prompto-"

"I don't need you to babysit me," Prompto hisses. "Fuck you, Noctis."

"I'm not babysitting you," Noctis says, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm looking out for my best friend."

"I'm pretty sure best friends don't go around threatening each other's love interests!" Prompto snaps.

"You don't even like her!"

"How the hell would you know! Stop making choices for me-"

"I'm not! I just-"

"What? You wanted me to stick by your side forever without any distractions? Feel like a charity case? I'm pretty sure that's not what friends do!"

"Prompto," Noctis says. "Take that back."

"No!" Prompto yells. They'd be causing a commotion if this wasn't one of the more remote areas. Thank the Astrals for small miracles. "I don't want to do this anymore Noctis, fuck you-"

Noctis's hands are at his throat, too warm, too much pressure.

"Prompto," Noctis says, quietly. His face is blank again. Smooth, expressionless. "Shut up."

Prompto is momentarily blindsided by heavy cloying fear. But only momentarily, because he gets the fuck over it and starts thrashing and kicking and biting. He thinks he lands a few kicks, and Noctis is shrieking in pain and anger and fuck, fuck, Prompto's forgotten Noctis can warp, shit-

The last thing he sees is Noctis's face, twisted in fury, and a flash of blue.

Prompto wakes up with his hands tied behind his back. He's on his side, on Noctis's bed. His head hurts.

Noctis is at the foot of the bed, his head in his hands.

Prompto lets out a low moan. "You put me through the Armiger." Because blue equals Noctis's magic. And Noctis uses the Armiger to warp. He used the Armiger to warp Prompto.

Noctis startles. His eyes are wide and dark and red-rimmed.

"You're insane!" Prompto wails. "You're insane, let me go, let me go-"

"Shut up!" Noctis yells. Prompto's never heard Noctis yell before. A prince doesn't yell, doesn't raise his voice above the appropriate volume. "Astrals, Prompto- shut up, please."

There's the fear again. Prompto goes quiet, doesn't say anything. He listens to Noctis's shaky breathing. The terror rises like Leviathan herself is inside his body, churning him to mush. He's pretty sure he can't move.

Noctis lets out a small, wet noise. Prompto feels sad, all of a sudden, amidst the bone-cold fear.

"Noctis," he says. "Come here."

Noctis is all over him in a matter of seconds, hauling Prompto into his lap and crying into his uniform in wet, ugly little hiccups.

"Don't cry," Prompto hears himself saying in a tiny, weak voice. "Noct, don't cry."

"Don't leave," Noctis begs. "Please, Prompto, please please please."

Prompto says, "I'm not going to leave."

Noctis kisses him.

It's not a very good kiss, as far as kisses go. Everything is wet and salty and their teeth clack together painfully.

Still, Noctis makes a low throbbing sound into Prompto's mouth, licks his lips and goes in for more, his tongue thick and hot and yes, please, more.

Noct's hands are trembling. Prompto moans and Noct sighs into the side of his neck, kisses down Prompto's throat to his collarbone, his mouth burning like a brand.

Noct's palms slide up his shirt. Prompto tugs against his restraints, pleads in a high shaking voice that he can't recognise as his own, "Untie me, please, Noct," and Noctis says, his hands warm and calloused from training, sliding across his ribs, "No."

"I'll keep you here," Noct says, with Prompto writhing into his touch, his hands, his mouth. "I'll keep you here forever, you're mine, Gods, you're mine, I'll take care of you-"

No, Prompto moans, no no no no, and Noctis digs his claws in, hooks his nails into Prompto and drags him down down down.

shit my bad forgot to add potential triggers

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.

Noctis is too gentle. He washes Prompto's hair when they take a bath together, in a gesture so intimate it makes Prompto blush.

He towels Prompto's hair dry before wiping himself down and says, easy as anything, "I love you."

Noctis says, with Prompto on his knees and his lips wrapped around Noct's cock, his hands in Prompto's hair, "I want to fuck you."

Prompto swallows Noctis deeper to show his enthusiasm, bobs his head and moans and drools over Noct's cock until he hears Noctis say, "Gods, you're beautiful, gorgeous, I love you, Prompto I love you-"

He pulls himself off Noctis's dick. "Noct," he says, laying his head on Noct's thigh. His voice is all raspy now, too much dick. "I want you to fuck me."

Noctis pats his head gently, smiling. "Yeah?"

Prompto nods, a little too eagerly.

"Good boy," Noct says tenderly.

Noct fucks him from behind first. He cleaned Prompto out yesterday, in the tub, while Prompto squirmed and whined in discomfort. Today, though.

"Today's all about you, sunshine," Noct says, kissing the back of Prompto's hand.

He fingers Prompto open, tracing Prompto's eyelids gently, kissing the tip of his nose, his cheeks, his freckles. He calls Prompto beautiful, gorgeous, so fucking hot. Prompto whines and tries to fuck himself on Noct's fingers, and Noct laughs.

Noct touches him so carefully. He's so gentle, his fingers tickling Prompto's ribs, smoothing down his stomach.

"Noct," Prompto groans. "I'm going to die if you don't put your dick inside me right now."

Noct laughs, low and gorgeous, licking his lips, and proceeds to give Prompto the best dicking of his life.

"I'd come inside you if you didn't have a sensitive stomach," Noctis says, half-asleep, his fingers idly tracing patterns on Prompto's belly.

Prompto squeaks, says, "What the fuck, Noct," and makes Noctis fuck him again until he does come inside this time.

The resulting stomach ache is still totally worth it.

"Noct," Prompto says. "How long has it been?"

Noctis says, "Hmm?"

"I don't remember how long it's been. Since our fight. And you kidnapped me."

Noctis tenses. His arms tighten around Prompto, just a little.

"Does it matter?"

"Kinda. It's our anniversary of sorts, right?"

Noctis is quiet for a long time.

"You're amazing," he says finally. "I really love you, you know that?"

"Duh," Prompto says.

Noct laughs and licks his way into Prompto's mouth with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.

It's a Monday, and Prompto fixes Noct's tie for him.

Noctis kisses Prompto in his fancy penthouse before he leaves, his fingers curling into Prompto's shirt and sucking Prompto's tongue into his mouth, and Prompto can't breath and doesn't want him to stop, ever.

Noctis regards him with dark, somber eyes, and says, "Do you love me?"

and Prompto says, easy as anything,

"Yeah. I love you, Noct."

this was so good!! i loved it, you did a great job with this!!!

waaaaaaaaah thank u so much for liking it i honestly.... loved this prompt so much i filled it in one sitting at like 5 in the morning lmao

Wooooow. This is amazing. I especially loved Ignis and Gladio's involvement and their commentary. Absolutely perfect.

uehheheheeheh thank u!!! i imagine iggy and gladio would both disapprove, but gladio more than iggy. cuz iggy is the type to put noct before anything, and if noct needs it then he'll enable him. but gladio is a dude with morals, even though he knows it's fucked up. but noct really is very unstable atm, so its like they're all waiting for this time-bomb to go off, except they forgot to clue in the factor that prompto actually does like noct

This was fantastic!

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