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Fill: 10.1/10 Ardyn/Prompto (eventual Noctis/Prompto) Sexual Harassment/Non-con
Date: 2017-01-06 11:56 am (UTC)A/N: A two parter! Also the ending is separate so that means two more segments to go and the ride ends!
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Separated from Noctis, his two retainers ventured the streets. They needed to find a way in. Most of Gralea was dark save for the occasional flaming junk on the ground. However, lights flickered on overhead, one after the other. Gladio stopped to a halt, watching.
“He's leading us right into a trap.”
“I know.” Ignis agreed. “We don't have a choice. Let's show the Chancellor the error of his ways...violently.”
“Heh, you're god-damned right.” All mirth drained from his face when Ignis' stumbled. The man regained his balance but they both knew the hazards. “Gonna run ahead and clear us a path.”
“Don't be opaque just to salvage my pride.” Ignis retorted. “We both know I can't see shit.”
“Language, Iggy.” Gladio teased. They both chuckled.
“I will fall behind with curatives.” Ignis placed a hand on his shoulder. “Lead the way.”
Gladio crept towards the keep, making sure to keep an eye on Ignis. Though he struggled a bit with some of the debris, the strategist remained adept at protecting himself. With his senses on high alert, the bodyguard braced himself for a wave of Magitek as they drew closer to a possible entrance into Zegnatus.
The King's shield spotted an open door and even though he new it was a trap, he made his way to it. As he drew closer, the path was littered with destroyed Magitek soldiers, some of them still twitching on the ground. While he was relieved someone cleaned out their welcome party, it made him dread whatever came next-
A shower of gunshots scattered across the ground before the pair could get closer. Only Gladio's sharp instincts kept him from getting hit. His muscles locked and he ground to a halt, throwing back an arm to stop Ignis.
“What happened?” Ignis asked, gripping his cane.
“Hey guys! Long time no see!” Standing over them was Prompto, wielding his pistols. He hopped down, walking towards them with a casual gait, tapping a pistol to his side. A quick glance around and Gladio pieced together what happened.
“You did all this?” His eyes narrowed at the gunner. Something didn't seem right.
“Yeah,” Prompto grinned, his eyes hinting at something dark and cold. “I guess I just wanted you all to myself.”
The incoming shots forced Gladio to push Ignis away from him so neither would get hit. However, they were now separated. With no way to summon weapons, things didn't look good. The duo both hid behind piles of debris, Gladio keeping a bead on both of them.
“I missed you guys!” Prompto said. Another Magitek stumbled up behind him, but Prompto didn't even look when he shot it down. His voice lowered an octave. “I won't miss again.”
“This some kind of trick? Prompto's lost it!” Gladio dreaded this. Whatever happened to him here, turned him against them. Gladio knew he was prepared to do anything to protect his king but this...this was just ugly. “We might have to put him out of his misery-”
“No!” Ignis listened to the next wave of gunfire. “He's telegraphing his shots. I suspect the real Prompto is in there somewhere-”
A wayward gunshot tore through Ignis' body and the shock made him crumble without so much as a noise.
“Iggy!” Gladio growled, scooping up a discarded ax. Ignoring Prompto's next attack, he scrambled over to him. He helped Ignis into an upright position eyeing the wound. He'd been shot through the shoulder but the bullet went right though.
“...'m fine.” Ignis rasped. “I can manage. You need...to go save Prompto from whatever madness has taken him.”
Gladio patted his leg, nodding. He would save the little gunman but he wouldn't make it painless.
“Hey! I'm comin' out!” Gladio screamed. Slowly, he rose to his full height. “Iggy, stay under cover.”
“...very well.”
He then charged at the gunner, weapon ready to strike. Prompto was light on his feet and kept his distance. He couldn't avoid the handle of the ax when it slammed into his chest. Coughing, the smaller man tried to get his wind back when Gladio struck him again, across the face. The force sent Prompto careening to the ground. He raised the ax, preparing to execute his opponent...but he froze.
Beaten, Prompto stared up at him with bleary eyes. “Do it...please...”
For the first time in a while, Gladio's hand's trembled. Prompto was fighting, too. Just in a different way. He steadied himself, his eyes growing hot and brought the ax down with a tortured scream.
Ignis climbed to his feet, the tense silence making him concerned. He'd heard Prompto ask for death, followed by a scream that dripped with pain.
“Gladio? Prompto?” He couldn't stop the fear from cracking his voice. “Are you alright?”
“Why?” Prompto croaked, looking up at Gladio. The blade of the ax was buried partially in the asphalt beside his head. “It would have been easy...”
“Not for me.” said Gladio. “Never for me.”
Ignis joined Gladio's side.
“Iggy...I didn't kill you?” Prompto barked out a relieved sob. “I'm...so glad...”
Sirens went off, and the blond stood up.
“More will be coming. Get inside. Noct needs you.” His blue eyes focused with steely resolve.
“They're going to collect me and take me back to...to him.”
They were already protesting, even as a massive wave of soldiers descended on them.
Neither of them wanted to abandon him. He didn't stand a chance alone...but they had a duty to fulfill. Sacrifices for the king had to be made. Gladio felt a pang of guilt. Prompto was making that sacrifice...because he was too weak to do what what needed. There was no time to be consumed. He patted Ignis on the shoulder and the strategist nodded in agreement.
“We'll come back for you.” said Gladio before leading Ignis away.
Prompto watched them enter, the door closing and locking behind them. He was sure they wouldn't...but he was okay with that, now. He wiped his eyes dry and then nodded, steadying himself. He then barreled into the wave of soldiers, head on.
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“...I really thought that brute was more like his father. It would have been easy for Clarus to kill you. A spoilt prince with a soft shield. How pathetic.” Stirred by Ardyn's voice, Prompto woke. He was restrained again, his arms and legs tied down on a metal device. The bitter taste of a potion coated his tongue and his skin tingled with healing magic. The Magitek outside didn't kill him. He felt relieved...and then guilty.
That changed when Ardyn grabbed his face, forcing the gunner to look at him.
"I can honestly say I'm disappointed." Ardyn sighed. "I thought we had a connection but instead, you just lied. I just wanted to show you you were wanted. Useful. Things your so-called friends failed to instill in you. I had such high hopes for you before you indiscriminately started killing your brothers and sisters. I guess you can't be honest with anyone, can you?"
"Fuck you." Prompto hissed through clenched teeth, trembling all over. "You've already decided to do what you want to me. Kill me....whatever...” His lip trembled and he tried not to cry.
“Just end it. You'll get the same result whether I'm dead or alive."
"No." He gently placed his hand on the gunner's chest. "I want you alive and healthy. I want the prince to find you. I want you to tell him about all the nasty, horrible things I've done to you. I want him to know what transpired between us." Prompto went from shocked to furious. Ardyn's face lit up. “Now you're starting to understand.”
"You sick son of a bitch." His blue eyes burned with fury. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
"There it is." Ardyn lightly slapped his face. "That's what I wanted. Delightfully entertaining until the very end."
Ardyn gripped his throat, crushing his windpipe. He pressed his lips to the blond's forehead, humming with satisfaction when the convulsions began. He allowed the gunner to breathe once he's slipped into unconsciousness. He carefully tilted Prompto's head, admiring the bruise he left behind. He decided he'd let him keep that one. A parting gift before the main event...he laughed.
“I pray your beloved prince finds you soon.”
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After the three reunited, they managed to find Prompto. To Gladio's relief, the gunman was still alive. In fact, he looked to be in better condition than ever. He refrained from speaking about it as Noctis released him from the device. What started out as a blessing was revealing itself to be a message.
The prince didn't care. He was just happy to have Prompto back—even if he wouldn't look directly at him. Of course he was worried about him. Noctis found it upsetting that Prompto had to even ask. He didn't care about his best friend being Magitek, in fact, it was going to help. He wanted to ask his retainers why they seemed uncomfortable around Prompto. They knew something he didn't. He hated it.
After destroying the machine, they sought out a place to rest. Fried nerves would do no good if they were to recover the crystal. Things were back to normal. They were back together, clearing hallways. Prompto lagged behind somewhat and Noctis spotted a broken ax-man crawling towards him.
“Hey, be careful.” Noctis tugged his shirt to get his attention. Prompto flinched but swiftly apologized with a feigned laugh and shot the Magitek soldier. The prince frowned and distanced himself from the gunner. When Noct wasn't looking, Prompto shot him a pained look, struggling with internal turmoil.
When they found sleeping quarters, Ignis focused his attention on him. He picked up the jackhammer of Prompto's heartbeat. From what he could tell, Prompto seemed physically fine albeit a rather exhausted. However, he reeked of fear and shame—obvious markers of more sinister abuse. All it took was a sympathetic tilt of the head and Prompto cringed.
"You need to calm down before you crash from the adrenaline." He advised.
"I don't know if I can, I-" He snapped his head towards the door. Gladio and Noctis returned with packaged food. Silent, they placed it on the table. With wide, frightened eyes, Prompto watched Noctis' every move before averting his gaze.
"Ah, Noct." said Ignis. "Can Gladio and I have a moment in private with Prompto?"
Confused, Noctis agreed. "I'll...be right outside."
The prince exited and the door slid shut behind him. Gladio cast a worried look at Prompto and the gunner shuddered. Tears on his cheeks were already cold. He didn't even realize he'd been crying.
"Actually, I think Noct and I will do a perimeter check." The king's shield headed for the door without looking back. It opened and he passed the prince. "C'mon. We're doing rounds."
Noctis looked between his shield and his two friends. Prompto watched him sadly. Despondent, the prince turned and followed Gladio, letting the door close behind him.
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The furious prince followed behind Gladio. Soon, he went from huffy to passive-aggressive. Noctis dragged his feet until his shield had enough. The man slammed him into the wall.
“You wanna pick a better time to have a tantrum, princess?”
“You're separating us...like I'm the one who hurt him...” He clenched his teeth. “I did hurt him when I knocked him off the train—“
“Wasn't your fault—“
“Bullshit.” Noctis shoved him away. “I gave him right to Ardyn.”
“Don't...” Gladio raked a hand back through his hair, trying to handle something so delicate. Delicate wasn't exactly his specialty. “Y'know, he had Prompto here for a while. When we got near the keep, he even attacked us...”
“I'm not an idiot. I know why he has trouble looking at me.” Noctis frowned, leaving the rest unsaid.
“Then you know he's trying his best to protect you.” Gladio hurt for the prince. He knew Noct took anything the Crownsguard suffered personally. He'd already seen it after Altissa. At least now, it prepared help him for this.
“I know of the horrors of war. What people do just because they can. The Chancellor turned Prompto into a weapon against you but he failed. He's strong and he was willing to sacrifice a lot to keep you safe.”
“I know. I know he would do that for me.” Despair bled into the prince's words. “I just wish he didn't have to.”
“I know it's hard to move forward, especially since things have gotten so heavy.” Gladio leaned against the cool metal surface. “Did you know Prompto was from Niflheim?”
“He never told me.” Noctis raged. “Why was he so afraid? Did he think I'd just leave him here to rot—“
“Yes. After all the Empire has done, all they've taken, that's exactly what he thought. ” The King's shield popped his neck. “The Chancellor preyed on that fear but he underestimated him. Underestimated us.”
Gladio worried that the prince's gentle nature would prove to be his undoing. In fact, he was sure that's what Ardyn counted on. Weeks ago, he wasn't even sure the prince would wear the ring, and now brandished it with his late father's blade. Maybe they could get past this.
“Will continue on to the crystal?” Gladio asked, uncertain.
“Of course.” Noctis growled. “I need to move forward...for everyone's sake.”
“...and if one of us stays behind?”
“Then...” Noctis swallowed. “Then I'll come back for you.”
Gladio didn't believe the prince was willing to leave Prompto behind. He would have come to the keep for any of them. As ugly as this conversation was, he did not want to be in Ignis' place right now.
“...Do you think he's gonna be okay?” Noct asked.
Gladio tried to answer but couldn't come up with one, so he remained silent. Noctis watched him before walking ahead. In silence, they continued their patrol.
Re: Fill: 10.1/10 Ardyn/Prompto (eventual Noctis/Prompto) Sexual Harassment/Non-con
Date: 2017-01-07 10:33 am (UTC)I refresh so many times hoping for an update so when I saw this I was like !!!!!!! amazing work
Re: Fill: 10.1/10 Ardyn/Prompto (eventual Noctis/Prompto) Sexual Harassment/Non-con
Date: 2017-01-08 02:00 am (UTC)Fill: 10.2/10 Ardyn/Prompto (eventual Noctis/Prompto) Sexual Harassment/Non-con
Date: 2017-01-08 11:38 am (UTC)*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"If you wish to talk, I am here to listen." said Ignis, gently.
“I shot you.” Prompto muttered. “I could see and hear everything but I just couldn't stop myself.”
“Was a non-lethal shot.” Ignis explained. “A potion took care of most of the injury. Let us focus on your recovery now. As I said, begin at your own pace.”
“I...I'm gonna talk, just...Don't tell Noctis.” He pleaded. “It's what he wants.”
Prompto ignored how wobbly his voice sounded when he recalled his abuse under Ardyn. He wasn't excessive with the details but left nothing vague. Ignis felt his stomach turn. He'd had his suspicions about Ardyn but hoped it was simply distrust. Now the truth of his intentions was painfully real.
“...Even though I'm healed, I can still feel him inside of me. It's like he branded me with something bad and wanted me to pass it to Noct.” His bottom lip quivered. “...I think the worst part is that there were some moments where I felt sorry for him. I wondered what happened in his life to make him so horrible.”
“It would not be a remotely adequate excuse for his actions.” Ignis stated matter-of-factually. He sighed. “It pains me to know that any of us were part of his diabolical machinations. I only hope you can forgive us for not saving you in time.”
“There's nothing to forgive,” Prompto clenched his fists in his lap. “You've got nothing to answer for...”
“Neither do you. What you've told me will remain with me...but eventually, you will have to talk to Noctis.” Ignis stated. He placed a reassuring hand over Prompto's clenched fist. “It will be difficult but acknowledging the trauma is the best way to begin the healing process.”
The gentle words came from a place of personal experience. Prompto smiled and patted Ignis' hand to show his affirmation.
They ate in silence. After what felt like an eternity, the gunner spoke up.
“I'm not gonna pretend Ardyn didn't hurt me.” He still couldn't bring himself to say what it really was. Assault? Maybe that was the closest he was going to get. “Just, please stop treating me like I'm made of glass.”
“You are hurt. In a deep, messed up way, whether you're gonna admit it or not.” Gladio stated. “How are you gonna fix this, Noct?”
The prince looked Prompto, who averted his eyes.
“Gladio, I implore you, please...do not blame Noctis. I am the one who has failed.” said Ignis words faltered slightly. “So if you must yell at someone, let it be me.”
“Well?” Gladio eyed Noctis. “You gonna hide behind Ignis or face this thing like a king?”
“Prompto's not a thing.” Noctis snapped. “If he says he's fine, I'm not gonna push it.”
“Yeah, don't worry about me--” Prompto was cut off when Gladio spoke again.
“I'm sorry. We failed you.” Gladio mulled over his next words. “I dunno about you guys, but I need to keep moving forward. If I stop, I'll remember everything I've lost and it'll just swallow me up like goddamn quicksand. That's why I need you to be good enough, Prom. It's a lot to ask but we need to see this through to the end. All of us. Together.”
“When this is all over...there will be time to grieve.” Ignis sounded exhausted. “I implore you all to try and rest. I will do the same.”
The four fell into a restless sleep. Not even Noctis could rest. It seemed the reunion put everyone on edge even more. He tried to force himself to sleep but it wouldn't come. A form moved past him. The door slid open.
“Noct,” Prompto whispered. “I think we're gonna need something stronger than potions, especially for Ignis...” There was a soft sniffle. “...because I shot him.”
“You...” Now Noctis was wide awake. “Ardyn?”
“Who else?” Prompto said with dark mirth. Noctis got up.
“I'm going with you.” Noctis got up out of bed. “You've been alone in this place for long enough.”
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The prince stood guard in what appeared to be a break room while Prompto looted the vending machine. He was grabbing energy drinks so they could be infused with magic and humming to himself. Right now, he almost seemed normal but it was clear it wasn't entirely natural.
Normally, Noctis would gripe about going on patrol twice but it was Prompto. No way he was letting him go anywhere in the keep alone. How could he even want to serve Noctis after this? The prince needed to find the answer quickly, before he pushed his friend to the breaking point.
“Yo! Noct!” Noctis snapped out of his thoughts. Prompto stood in front of him, pistols at his side. Ever since Noctis destroyed the machine, he constantly had them out.
“How are you doing, Crown Citizen?” Noctis asked, sheepishly.
“Better than I've been in a while.” Prompto made himself smile but he knew Noctis wasn't buying it. “Especially now that I know I can open any place in the keep. Lots of sweet stuff in here I can tweak--”
“Prompto--”
“I mean some of these guns will come in handy when we take back Insomnia--”
“You don't have to do this to yourself. You can hang back and rest. You've done enough for me.” said Noctis. "I know what happened to you and I can't even begin... I can tell just by the way Iggy and Gladio are dancing around the issue."
Prompto glared at him before he stormed ahead but the prince continued to speak.
"I said I would move forward, even if it mean leaving you behind. I don't want to." His strained voice made Prompto wince. "I just got you back...I need you but I won't force you on if you can't go. If you don't want to go."
"Noct. I can fight. I'm good." Prompto cursed his legs for stopping. His shaky voice said otherwise. Good wasn't the word he'd go with, but he'd say it for now. This was all he had left. If he didn't have his role in the Crownsguard, what was he? Ardyn's smiling face bubbled up in his memory followed by a fresh, desperate wave of fear.
“C'mon.” Prompto said, his voice pained. “Don't bench me because of—just don't.”
“I can't afford to have anyone else suffer on my account.” said Noctis. “Don't tell me your fine.”
“Okay,” Prompto agreed. “I'm not fine. I'm pissed off more than anything.”
“Back in Lestallum, you said my name a lot in your sleep, y'know.” Noctis clenched his fists. “How could I not see it then...that you...”
The clank of way too many Magitek soldiers echoed in their ears. Noctis hissed a curse and dragged both of them into the nearest point to hide—which was a very narrow wall gap. Noctis kept himself in front of Prompto watching as a whole squad of Axmen marched past.
The gunner kept his eyes on Noctis, not daring to say a word. He couldn't help but scan over his tightly clenched jaw. The prince remained so still, he almost doubted he was even breathing. The tight space forced them to press together. A pleasant tension coiled in the gunner's belly and he tried to think of something else to tamp it back down. Sadly, all he had was his horrific memories of Ardyn. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to inch away from Noctis.
“Prompto.” Noctis' whispered. “Uh...Prom...”
He was still squirming away. Frustrated, the prince lunged. He planted his arms on either side of the blond, effectively trapping him.
“Hey!” He growled. The prince leaned in, a hard lump forming when he saw the beginning of tears. Noctis forced himself to keep a soft tone. “Look, it's okay. You're okay—“
Prompto captured his mouth, running his hands through the Prince's raven hair. Noct parted those soft lips a little and the blond swept his tongue in. He pressed their bodies together, no longer concerned about hiding his traitorous erection. He needed this. Even if the prince tensed under the kiss.
The tension didn't last long. Noctis made a small moan and grew pliant. It took everything to keep Prompto from coming right there. That little bit of acceptance threatened to put him over the edge. The need for air forced them to break away.
“Noct,” He breathed as a question. The prince blushed hard, his heard hammering in his chest. Prompto felt something firm press against his thigh. Adrenaline and stress was doing strange things to both of them. The flustered prince gave a small nod.
“I...don't know what to do.” If he were honest, he was both insecure and a little afraid. If Prompto wanted to hurt him, he would let him. Noctis wasn't sure about his feelings but the growing hardness in his pants gave way to a suggestion. If this is what Prompto needed, so be it.
“Just let me take the lead, dude.” Prompto was already undoing his belt with trembling fingers. Sliding his hands between them, he exposed himself to the cool air. The angle was awkward, but he did the same to Noct and took him in his hand. After a few pumps, Noct bucked back into him. Prompto gave up on the awkward hand job and gripped the prince's hips. Skin against skin, Prompto let them grind together. Pleasure licked up his spine as he savored the firm warm flesh sliding against his own. His thighs trembled and he knew he'd return to reality all too soon.
"Noct..." He rasped, surprised at how rough his voice sounded. He could feel the royal member pressing hard against his own as he ground down in to him. Prompto wanted this so bad...bad enough that it made him weak. He would rather have this happen in a better setting but he wasn't picky.
Noctis breathed with ragged gasps, his head leaning against the wall. He locked eyes with the gunner, grabbing him by the back of his head. Gripping him as leverage, he met Prompto with his own thrusts as if possessed by some base desire of his own.
"Prom," He whispered. "I-"
That was it. His orgasm crashed into him and his world melted away into warm, wonderful, pleasure. When his senses returned, he found Noctis watching him with concern. Prompto flashed him a lop-sided grin that chased out most doubts.
“How d'ya feel?” He asked.
“Confused...and a little sticky.” Noctis answered. “When this is all over, I think I'd like for us to sort this out. Y'know, together.”
“Like a date?” The gunner cringed inside at how hopeful he sounded.
“Sure. Like one.” Noctis gave a small smile, a little bit of blush returning. It felt like it had been forever since he'd see that smile...a real one. Prompto warned himself not to get greedy. This was more than he expected to get. He'd wait as long as Noctis needed him to.
“Alright.” The prince clapped a hand on Prompto's shoulder, relieved when the gunner didn't flinch. His eyes sparkling with joy. “Ready?”
Prompto nodded, ignoring the flutter in his stomach.
“Ready as I'll ever be.”
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“Prom, 'm sorry.” Noctis murmured, drifting into a much needed sleep. Though they were in bunk beds, the two squeezed into the bottom bed together. Noctis faced the wall while Prompto curled up around him. The blond wrapped his arms around his torso without hesitation. The prince had to admit, the warmth was nice.
“Noct, someday I will tell you everything that happened.” He whispered, his embrace getting a little tighter. “ Promise me you won't look at me different.”
“Never.” Noctis said, reaching down and squeezing his hand for a moment. “I'll wait for you too.”
His breathing slowed and Prompto wanted to let him finally sleep but something nagged at him.
“Earlier, in the hallway, you said something but my brain was fried. What—“
“I said I love you.”
“Oh.” He pressed his face against Noctis' back and waited until the prince slipped into a deep sleep. “...y-you too.”
In the middle of the night, Prompto untangled himself and slept in the top bunk. For the first time, his mind wasn't haunted by the chancellor or that doppelganger. It was like the ordeal stripped everything away and left something hard...durable...
...valuable.
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Rested up, the group headed for the crystal. The gunman wasn't as jumpy anymore, becoming as hardened as his comrades. The fear would always remain. Prompto came to terms with that. With steely resolve, he focused. He knew he'd see Ardyn again but he would be ready.
Next time, he'd put a bullet right in his head.
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A/N: Thank you for reading! Look forward to your feedback and i'll keep you posted when i de-anon under the name goldslactuar
Re: Fill: 10.2/10 Ardyn/Prompto (eventual Noctis/Prompto) Sexual Harassment/Non-con
Date: 2017-01-10 08:24 am (UTC)Re: Fill: 10.2/10 Ardyn/Prompto (eventual Noctis/Prompto) Sexual Harassment/Non-con
Date: 2017-01-11 04:21 am (UTC)Also, I've de-anoned the story here:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/9274322/chapters/21017744