#prompto argentum whump

[whumporpass]

How about Prompto Argentum from Final Fantasy XV?

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Headcanon that Prompro is terrified of hospitals, but doesn't know why. He just know his mind is screaming at him to get out and that this is not. Good.

He feels he doesn't want to be here. Shouldn't be here. He feels a phantom sensation of restrainst pressing on his wrists when in a hospital bed.

Which usually isn't a problem because it's not like he's in the hospital a lot, but the time when he is, it's a struggle between knowing it's fine, and feeling it's anything but.

Imagine him waking up after something happened, with an oxygen mask on his face, wanting to rip it off right away, but people (maybe even his friends) telling him to leave it. Oh the panic.

And imagine his friends seeing that, and trying to help and reassure him, but knowing how to.

[whump-kia]

give me a blond haired blue eyed bloody-mouthed whumpee. someone who was born to fight and hasn't lost their innocence, their naiveté, yet. give me a boy who's worked towards becoming a soldier his whole life getting faced with the reality of death for the first time, give me a sweetheart swearing an oath to protect a friend experiencing true agony to save them, give me that little lost look in their eyes as their world comes crashing down around them.

[baby-come-bach]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Prompto Argentum, Ardyn Izunia Additional Tags: Restraints, Non-Consensual Touching, The Teen Rating is Accurate, Manhandling Series: Part 7 of AI-less Whumptober 2023 Summary:

Prompto escaped the magitek production facility with Aranea's help, but he didn't make it far. Ardyn captured him again, intent on making him bait for Noctis at Zegnautus.

[inkfishie]

After The Dawn, Gladio carries out his duties and time creeps forward one year at a time. His King waits.

[writer-of-worlds]

Prompto’s Shield

NEW FIC UP FOR MY BAD THINGS HAPPEN BINGO!

NOTE: PLEASE HEED THE TAGS!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39418623

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Fallen Stars of the Kingdom

by LadyLilaBlue

Noctis Lucis Caelum is the Kingdom of Insomina's beloved Oracle. It is his destiny to heal the people and ail Lunafreya in her quest to collect the royal arms and breathe light into the world. The public sees the determined Oracle as he attends to his duties, but behind closed doors his three companions see the sick and frail Oracle that is suffering complications for living up to his pre-destined duty. Which is unfortunate because Noctis wants nothing more than to live a normal life, unconfined by castle walls and Imperial Forces.

Words: 5011, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Noct might need a hospital visit

Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Relationships: Background Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Noctis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum, Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia

Additional Tags: Oracle Noctis Lucis Caelum, Role Reversal, Roleswap AU, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sick Character, Family Bonding, FFXV with my unique spin, Exhaustion, Terminal Illnesses, Background romantic relationship, Mainly focusing on Ignis and Noctis, And Noct and Prompto, Prompto is still a plebe but now he serves the oracle :), Fainting, Queen Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, The Bro group and the Lady group are present, Minor Aranea Highwind, Minor Gentiana, Minor Iris Amicitia, Best Friends, Domestic Fluff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Reminiscing, headcanon heavy, Dialogue Heavy, Hurt Noctis Lucis Caelum, Whump, Want a fic where Noctis is the oracle and suffers a lot?, You came to the right place homie, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Nothing, Prompto is clumsy but he is doing is best for Noct, Ignis is attached to Noct pls dont separate them

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45605932

[ao3feed-ignoct]

I'll Take Care Of This

read it on AO3 Here

by MoonShiner (SunWeaver)

Too far out on the road to double back the way they come, too far from Hammerhead to fill up their depleted tank, and really too far from any sensible way to reach a hospital, clinic, midwife, hell a veterinarian—anything, he would have taken anything at this point. But between the constant moving from place to place to go undetected by Imperial troops that marched ever steadily after them and a need to find their next gig to line their pockets, it was always going to be difficult threading this needle of being in the vicinity to resources right when the prince’s waters finally broke.

Words: 12978, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Ignis Scientia, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Gladiolus Amicitia, others mentioned but they don't make an appearance, Original Characters

Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Additional Tags: Mpreg, Childbirth, Morning Sickness, Vomiting, Canonical Character Death, Non-Explicit Sex, Light Angst, mentioned miscarriage scare, Trans Noctis Lucis Caelum, implied Trans Prompto Argentum, Happy Ending, small anxiety attack, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, very light whump, BAMF Gladio, Everyone Is Gay, and everyone is slightly ooc but shhh let it be, no beta we die

read it on AO3 Here

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by THE_D4MNED Memento Mori -noun An object serving as a warning or reminder of death. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Prompto knew death from a young age. Prompto hated death, it took those he loved, those he cared about. Death was a cruel thing. Little does he know death is one of the kindest, most gentle entities. Prompto learns, he learns to accept, learns to understand. He learns how to love death. Or, God of Death Noctis, and mortal Prompto. Words: 1664, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Prompto Argentum , Prompto Argentum's Parents , Regis Lucis Caelum , Noctis Lucis Caelum , Ignis Scientia , Gladiolus Amicitia , Aranea Highwind , Lunafreya Nox Fleuret , Ravus Nox Fleuret , Other Final Fantasy XV Characters Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum , Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses , Temporary Character Death , Suicide Attempt , Whump , How Do I Tag , My First Fanfic , Slow Burn , Immortality , Self-Sacrifice , Hurt/Comfort , Emotional Hurt/Comfort , Angst , Fluff , Friendship , Developing Friendships , Developing Relationship , Protective Ignis Scientia , Protective Gladiolus Amicitia , Mentioned Regis Lucis Caelum , Implied/Referenced Character Death , Minor Character Death , Additional Warnings In Author's Note , Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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Ahh your "Strapped to a bomb" fic was so good, thank you for using my request! Would it be alright if I request another? I really enjoy your writing, it really hits the whumpy spot hehe! If it's okay can I request "Rope Burns" with Prompto and dad Cor and/or PromptoxNoctis.

aaah thank you anon! I'm so glad you enjoyed :D Now, I don't actually have "Rope Burns" on my bingo card, maybe it's possible you've looked at a different card before requesting? That's no biggie though, and I do love the prompt, so I've decided to try to combine it a bit with whumptober :3

Hope this one's still enjoyable <3

Whumptober 2021 day 1.- Bound

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum

Whumpee: Prompto Argentum

Word count: 2444

Warnings: restraints and manhandling, slight descriptions of injury

Prompto doesn't really mind working late shifts. Sure, it can be a bit spooky sometimes, especially closing up alone like today. The gas station he works at isn't exactly in the city's most reputable neighbourhood, so the late shifts always bring with them their fair share of 'eccentric' customers. On the other hand, they're also never as busy as the day shifts, and Prompto has never experienced anything actually threatening or dangerous in his time working here. So really, the biggest problem with the closing shifts is the effect they have on his sleep schedule.

This evening's shift goes about as usual. There are a few regular customers early in the evening who Prompto chats with for a bit, then he restocks some shelves and does some cleaning up in the back. At one point there's an odd-looking man in the store who doesn't end up buying anything, just walks around the between the shelves and mutters to himself. Prompto leaves it be, he knows better than to ask or intervene unless he has to. The night rolls by with few notable occurrences, and with just over an hour left before closing time now Prompto doesn't have a lot to do. He texts back and forth with Noctis in the downtime, and the two makes plans to meet up after Prom's shift is done and hang out. It's Friday after all, and Noct has gotten a welcome break from his duties as Prince, so they deserve to have some fun now. Prompto smiles at his screen, having just sent a thumb's up to Noct's suggestion to go watch a late night showing of a movie, when the sound of the door opening and closing catches his attention. He quickly puts the phone away and begins talking entirely from habit as he looks up to meet the customer.

"Welcome, what can I-" then he stops. What meets him when he looks towards the entrance, only a few feet away, is the barrel of a gun trained directly at him. Prompto's words get stuck in his throat, and he makes a small, choked gasp instead as his eyes widen. The first thing he notices is the gun and it takes him a second to take in the men standing there too. There are two of them, the one holding the gun and one other, both wearing masks and both carrying big duffel bags. Prompto's eyes flicker between the men for one terrifying moment where nothing happens, then it's as if his body is on autopilot. He rushes to the side of the counter where he knows the emergency button is located, no thoughts in his head except that he needs to alert someone. A gunshot rings out, and Prompto feels something whizz by in front of him. One of the shelves on the wall behind the counter crumbles, sending various snacks flying everywhere. Prompto stops dead in his tracks. The adrenaline previously coursing through him is gone now.

"Do as I say if you want to live." says the man holding the gun. His voice is somewhat muffled by the mask, but it still sends shivers run down Prompto's spine. He manages a slight nod and stands as still as he can as the two men approach. "Step out here." is the next order, accompanied by a quick gesture with the gun. "Hands up. No sudden movements."

Prompto obeys. What other choice does he have? His hands are trembling when he brings them up, and he has to force himself to move out from behind the counter and closer to the men. It's like his body doesn't want to move and blood rushes in his ears, making the whole situation feel surreal. When he finally stops the man with the gun nods quickly towards his accomplice, who rushes forward and closes the remaining distance between Prompto and the assailants. He throws the duffel bag onto the ground, where it lands with a heavy *thud*. Prompto gets no time to wonder what's in it though, as the man quickly grabs one of his wrists in an iron hold and wrestles him down to the floor. Prompto groans at the rough handling, and desperately tries to squirm into a more comfortable position. However, that only results in the man grabbing his hair harshly and tugging his head back.

"Stay fucking quiet." He hisses through Prompto's pained cry. Prompto whimpers out a weak apology, and when the man lets go of his hair he doesn't struggle anymore. Not even when the masked assailant reaches for the duffel bag and begins rummaging in it, pinning Prom down with a knee uncomfortably placed between his shoulder blades. It would be easier to wriggle free now, but one look up at the other man and then gun still trained on him makes Prompto quickly abandon that thought. The man holding him seems to have found what he's looking for in the bag and before Prompto can even begin to wonder about it he feels his hands being tugged in place behind his back and coarse rope tied around them. Prompto yelps at the feeling but doesn't dare struggle too much. There's laughter from behind him, though he can't tell which of the men it's from, possibly both. In any case he can feel the bindings on his hands being tightened maybe just a little too much, and he winces. This time it's definitely the one holding him the laughter comes from.

"Oh, did that hurt doll? Sorry, I'll make it better." He says, in a sort of mocking polite tone. Another strip of the rope is added just above the one already around his wrists and this one, to Prompto's horror, is tightened even harder. It forces Prompto's shoulders into a slightly weird position and comes dangerously close to cutting off circulation in his hands. Then the man turns him over, so he lies on his back on the floor instead of on his stomach. Prompto can't hold back the pained noises when the new position pulls on his bound hands.

"Don't overdo it now." says the other man, but he too chuckles at Prompto's hopeless expression. He turns back to what he was doing before, which Prompto now sees is seemingly emptying the cash register of anything and everything in it. Prompto's heart sinks, and he's just beginning to think this evening has reached it's all time low when the man pauses. "But gag him too, just to be sure." He adds, and Prompto can almost hear the wicked smile behind the mask.

He sends the man sitting over him a pleading look, though he knows it will be futile. And soon enough a filthy rag from the duffel bag has been balled up and forced into his mouth. The smell from it alone makes Prompto want to gag. He tries a couple times to spit it out, only for that to earn him a harsh slap and an order not to do that. Then the man stands up, leaving Prompto bound on the floor as he himself joins the other man in looting whatever items of even marginal value may be in the store. Prompto stays still in his uncomfortable position as they move about around him, not daring to move. All through this some small part of Prompto has been hoping that someone would appear to intervene, or would notice the disturbance and call for help, but now the reality of the situation is settling in. And the uncomfortable reality is that if no one has come running at this point then it's likely no one will. Gunshots in this area aren't a rarity, and Prompto is beginning to suspect that even if he had reached the emergency button the police wouldn't have come. The hopelessness of it all settles heavily in his stomach.

Prompto doesn't know how long he lays still there, but eventually the pull on his shoulders and the rope digging into the skin around his wrists gets too bad. With considerable effort he begins turning himself over on the side, to a position that is hopefully less straining. The movement catches the attention of one of the men though, the one carrying the gun, and he strides over. Prompto can see a dangerous twinkle in his eyes through the holes in the mask. Correctly guessing that that cannot mean anything good, Prompto keeps squirming and kicks his feet on the floor in an attempt to scurry away. He wants as much distance between himself and the man as possible. The man cackles at this and crouches down on the floor, where he quickly grabs hold of one of Prompto's flailing legs and drags him back. His tightly bound hands scraping against the tile floor makes pain flare up beneath Prompto, and he whines desperately into the gag.

When Prompto is deemed to be close enough the man lets go of his legs, and before he gets the chance to try anything again the man leans over him and tightens a strong hand around his chin. Prompto's eyes are wide and fearful now when the man's fingers are digging into his face with bruising force. "Didn't I tell you not to move around?" He all but spits in Prompto's face. Prompto makes no motion in reply. He only shuts his eyes tightly in pain when the man suddenly yanks his head up uncomfortably, only to slam it back down into the floor. Pain explodes from the back of Prompto's head, and he cries out into the gag. The man yanks him back up again, this time by his shirt, and Prompto follows limply. Just then, as Prompto sits half upright in the man's grip waiting for the inevitable pain, the unmistakeable sound of the door opening and closing stops everyone in their tracks.

There, by the door, is Noctis. The realization hits Prompto that his shift must've ended. Noct has come here for him, and relief fills his chest to the brim. At the sight that meets him Noct has also stopped dead in his tracks. With wide eyes he looks from Prompto on the floor to the man holding him and then back again. Then Prompto yells into the gag and wrenches himself out of the man's grip, and it's like the standstill in the room is broken. In the ensuing chaos Prompto just barely has time to see sparks beginning to fly around Noct's hand as he's about to pull something out of the armiger. The man then quickly grabs hold of Prompto again and jams the butt of the gun hard into the side of his head. He's then harshly shoved to the side as the man springs into action, and lands painfully on the hard floor. Black spots dance around the edges of his vision from the pistol-whip and though he tries he doesn't have the strength to sit up again.

He can't see clearly what's going on, only blurred bodies and sparks. Then a gunshot rings out, and another one, and then an enraged yell from one of the men. Worry seeps into Prompto's confused mind, and the longer the scuffle goes on the more it grows. He wants Noctis to be okay, he wants them both to get out of here. By the time the noise comes to an end Prompto is blinking rapidly to try to stop the tears threatening to spill. They're not helping his vision one bit, so when a silhouette hurries towards him fear spikes in him for a short moment. But this one doesn't have a mask, and two larger silhouettes are left behind it.

"N-Noct." He whimpers when the gag is carefully removed and tossed to the side. Above him there's some soft cursing, and then Noctis gently grabs his aching shoulders and helps Prompto sit up straight.

"I- yeah- shit, I'm here Prom." Noct says, fumbling a little with his words as he takes in the state Prom is in, and his brows crease in worry. "What was that?" he asks, nodding hastily towards the men on the ground some ways behind him. They seem to be unconscious now, and Prompto swallows hard before he answers.

"Robbery?" he offers weakly, accompanied by an attempted smile that doesn't quite translate on his tired face. Noctis looks at his with wide, worried eyes. Then it seems he realizes, or remembers maybe, that Prompto's hands are still bound. Again, sparks fly in the air as Noctis summons one of his daggers to cut Prompto free. The ropes are so tight it's difficult to do without accidentally nicking Prom's skin in the process but eventually it works, and Prompto can finally move his arms properly. Almost immediately his shoulders sag in relief, but Prompto's breath hitches when he brings his hands in front of himself again and sees the state they're in. Noctis obviously has a similar reaction and lets slip a small gasp.

The skin around Prompto's wrists and a bit further up the arm is rubbed red and raw by the coarse rope, bruises are already forming where the first rope was tied, and multiple other places blood has been drawn. Most of which cannot possibly be from Noctis' careful cutting. Prompto doesn't say anything, he doesn't know what to say. He only stares at his own trembling hands for a while, seeming almost scared to move them. It's only when Noct extends his own hands and carefully grabs hold of them that Prompto looks up. Noct manages to send Prom a reassuring smile, though a somewhat shaky one still. He begins rubbing his thumbs in soft circles on Prompto's hands, careful to avoid the most severe bruises and cuts, and Prompto lets out a long, wobbly sigh.

"Thank you." Prompto says finally.

"Of course," is Noct's answer, low and genuine. "do you think you can stand?"

Prompto isn't quite sure, but they try regardless. Turns out he can both stand and walk on shaky legs, provided it's with support from Noct. Support he readily gives. They make their way out of the gas station store, and Noctis can't resist giving one of the men an extra kick as they pass them. Then Noct calls Gladio to come pick them up and notifies him of the incident, even if local police likely wouldn't do much Noctis isn't going to let this go so easily. As they sit and wait, leaning their backs against the wall, Prompto nearly dozes off. His head resting on Noct's shoulder. And all the while, Noct never lets go of Prompto's hands and keeps rubbing small calming circles across his skin.

[whumpwriterforlife]

Your writing is always so good, especially the action scenes! Can I request rope burns with Prompto? Thanks so much!

Thank you so much 🧡 Here you go, rope burns with Prompto!

Rope Burns

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Prompto Argentum, Nyx Ulric

Whumpee: Prompto Argentum

Word Count: 2328

Warnings: Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Drugging (brief, one time), Minor Gun Violence

Can be read on AO3 here

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Prompto whined when his alarm went off. He snuck one hand out of the warmth of his bed and blindly smacked the alarm clock to put a stop to the shrill ringing.

It had been a mistake to stay up so late on a school night.

Prompto rolled out of bed, dropping to his knees on the cool floor with an exhausted groan. The duvet fell with him, and he just barely resisted the urge to curl up in it and drift off again. Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, Prompto tapped his way to his morning playlist and blasted rock on full volume. That kept him awake until he managed to drag himself into a cold shower.

Thirty minutes later he was standing at the door, dressed in his school uniform with a backpack slung over his shoulder. He felt much more alert but he knew for a fact that he would be nodding off as soon as he got into Mrs. Treven’s class. Noctis had once said that even council meetings were more entertaining than her class. Prompto was inclined to believe him. At least it was Friday. He would only need to make it through the next eight hours and then he would be free for the weekend.

He stepped out of the door, making sure to lock it behind him as he left for school. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, shoulders hunched against the cold. Snow crackled beneath his shoes, almost making him slip a few times. Sneakers didn’t make good winter shoes but they were the best he had. He had barely enough money for groceries so better shoes were out of question. Fortunately the subway station wasn’t that far from his place so he would only have to slip his way through a few blocks.

Except he never even made it half-way there.

There was a screech of tires. Prompto turned on his heels, breath catching in his throat. A dark SUV came to a halt next to him, and two men piled out. They were large, a matching dark expression on their faces as they rushed at him.

Prompto yelped, his backpack dropping to the ground as he turned to run. He made it two steps before he was caught by his coat and tugged back. A startled shout escaped Prompto. Massive arms wrapped around him in a bear hug, pinning his arms to his sides as he was lifted off his feet.

“Help!” Prompto shouted, a panicked tint to his voice as he struggled. He kicked as hard as he could, squirmed and screamed but the grip on him didn’t give. “Help! Let me go!”

Suddenly he was shoved into the SUV, eliciting a yelp from him as he fell. There were instantly hands on him again. He was manhandled back, hands gripping his wrists and pinning them to his front as he was pulled across the back seat and against a broad chest. He continued to struggle, breaths coming fast and uneven as he screamed and pleaded to be let go.

“Settle down!” a voice snarled, close enough that Prompto felt the hot breath of the kidnapper on his ear. The grip on his wrists tightened to the point where it hurt and he whimpered but didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He was panicking, too far gone to listen. He just knew he needed to get out, needed to escape. “Shit, Rev, the syringe!”

A hand clamped over his mouth, silencing his screams to little more than muffled noises. Tears sprang into his eyes. He went still as the car lurched forward. He shuddered, a low whine bubbling up his throat. Someone laughed.

“Keep him still.”

A hand dug into his hair a moment later and wrenched his head back. His cry came out muffled. He caught a glimpse of a syringe from the corner of his eyes and tensed. The man holding the syringe gave him a smirk.

“Don’t worry, kid, this will just put you asleep for a few hours.”

Another wave of panic washed over Prompto but there was nothing he could do, restrained as he was, when the man leaned closer and plunged the syringe into his bare neck. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a sob. His head lolled to the side as his hair was released. The men chatted but the words bled into an incoherent mush in Prompto’s ears as the drug started to take effect. A moment or two later his eyes slid shut.

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Prompto groaned, blinking blearily as he returned to consciousness. His head felt heavy, almost stuffy. It took him a moment to realize he was staring down at his own lap. His school uniform looked disheveled and he was almost certain Mrs. Treven would huff and give him that disapproving look before sending him to the bathroom to tidy up. She always wanted them to look their best and act all mature. It was stupid if you asked Prompto. They were a bunch of 16-year-olds, not adults.

The sound of a door creaking open sent a spike of panic through him. His head snapped up, colliding with something hard. A pained noise burst from his lips and he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Finally awake, are we?” an amused voice asked, “That’s good. I was beginning to worry you’d sleep through the whole day and miss half of the fun!”

An overwhelming sense of fear and panic blossomed in his chest, taking Prompto’s breath away. He remembered now. He forced his eyes open and tried to move his arms and legs, only to find them tightly restrained to the chair. A whimper escaped his lips.

The man who had spoken huffed. He walked closer, perfectly relaxed as if there was nothing wrong with the situation.

“I would have never guessed the Crown Prince’s little friend would turn out to be a Nif.”

Prompto tried not to wince at the dig but the man’s ugly laugh told him he didn’t quite succeed. He shook his head, weakly tugging at the coarse rope that bound his hands behind the chair. “Let me- please let me go!”

“Sorry, kid, can’t do that.” The man shrugged and tilted Prompto’s head back with one finger under his chin.

“But I don’t- I don’t know anything! I’m no one important!”

The man shushed him. His thumb brushed over Prompto’s cheekbone, causing him to flinch away from the hand. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. Being the Prince’s personal boytoy certainly makes you important.”

Prompto made a choking sound and blushed. There was nothing between him and Noct! They were friends, and equal at that! Prompto didn’t feel that way, and he was pretty sure he would have noticed if Noct had those kinds of feelings towards him. He wasn’t- he wasn’t! “I’m not-!”

The man’s hand snuck into his hair and pulled. Tears formed in Prompto’s eyes as he let out a sharp gasp. He tried to plead, ask to be let go but the words got stuck in his throat.

“I don’t have the time for this, kid. Whether you want it or not, your friendship with the Prince makes you very valuable,” the man told him, voice low and stern this time. “Look at me. I’m being very generous with you. I could gag and blindfold you, even keep you drugged the whole time if I wanted. So do me a favor and behave yourself. If you do everything as you’re told, you might very well get to go home to the little Prince. Understand?”

“Yes,” Prompto released a shuddering breath and nodded. A few tears slid down his face and disappeared into the collar of his uniform.

“Good,” the man said and took a step back. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get ready for the main event. You just sit tight for a while longer.”

Prompto flexed his hands behind the chair and tugged on the ropes with desperation as the man left the room. His fear only grew when it did nothing. He trashed in the chair until he was breathless and exhausted. With a broken sob he slumped down. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to be here.

Would anyone come for him? Like he had told the man, he wasn’t anyone important. He was just a random kid. Not even important enough for his parents to be around for more than maybe a week or two in a year. It would most likely take weeks until they would notice something was wrong. Noctis may have been his friend —his best friend —but that didn’t mean the Crown was going to do anything to get him back. Besides, Prompto was almost certain the Crown didn’t negotiate with criminals. Maybe someone had witnessed his kidnapping and would contact the police?

Prompto’s bottom lip quivered and he was almost thrown into another panic attack. “Please, someone…”

No one came. Hours passed, and all Prompto managed to do was make himself even more tired. His wrists were hurting, rubbed raw from the ropes. They were too tight, both on his wrists and ankles, for him to get free. Eventually he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

He jolted awake an indeterminate time later. There was commotion somewhere close. People were shouting, there were sounds of running and, worst of all, gunshots.

Prompto gasped and pressed himself tightly against the chair. A fresh wave of fear washed over him but this time it was mixed with hope. Could someone be coming for him? His heart raced in his chest, pounding against his ribcage as he watched the door. He didn’t dare to breathe.

The door burst open a minute or two later. It didn’t bring the rescue he had hoped for, however, but instead the two men that had caught him in the morning.

Prompto stiffened, shrinking into his seat with a barely concealed whimper.

“Grab him, we gotta go!” the other, slightly taller one hissed. He was waving a gun in his hand and kept glancing towards the door.

“Wha- what’s going on?” Prompto asked, trying not to flinch when the shorter man came closer.

“Keep your mouth shut!” the man growled. He flicked open a pocket knife and crouched down to cut the ropes around Prompto’s ankles. “And don’t you fucking move or I might just cut something more important!”

Prompto shut his mouth. He was trembling again, terrified.

“Come on grab the kid already, we need to move!” the man by the door exclaimed. He was shifting restlessly now.

“What do you think I’m doing?” the shorter one snapped back. yanked Prompto up from the chair hard enough that the chair fell to its side. Prompto’s legs gave out beneath him, having gone numb a long time ago. The man cursed but kept him upright easily with a bruising grip on his arm.

While the two men continued to bicker, Prompto’s gaze was drawn to a large knife of some sort that sailed through the air and into the room. It was such an absurd sight that for a moment his fear gave way to confusion.

Then there was a crackling noise and a man appeared in the room in a flash of blue sparks, the knife in his hand. This man was wearing a black uniform, one that Prompto recognized as the type the Kingsglaive wore. The man flashed him a cocky smile, even giving a quick bow as the two other men tried to catch up to the situation.

“Hey, kid, close your eyes, okay?” the Glaive said.

Prompto stared at him for a second longer with wide eyes but then the Glaive threw his knife and warped. Prompto shut his eyes, even going as far as to hold his breath. He could hear cursing, sparkle of magic and even smell something burnt. The man holding him jerked him to the side roughly and Prompto couldn’t keep himself from crying out. His eyes stayed closed though.

A moment later there was a grunt right next to him, followed by a coppery smell. The hand holding him let go but then he was being grabbed again. An arm wrapped around his midsection, but this one was more gentle than the one from earlier. He managed to catch a muttered “I’m sorry, kid” before the floor disappeared from beneath him. The world twisted and turned sickeningly even with his eyes closed, and a strong wave of nausea crashed into him. He heard two gunshots but they sounded almost distorted.

Then he hit the ground. He coughed, all air expelled from his lungs. He heaved, both from the lack of air and the nausea swirling in his gut. There was a faint groan from next to him and words that didn’t sound Lucian.

“Nyx!” someone shouted. There was a thunder of approaching footsteps and Prompto whimpered.

“Kid, are you okay? You can open your eyes now.”

Prompto slowly, hesitantly cracked his eyes open to see the Glaive from earlier lying on the floor next to him with a worried look on his face.

“I- I feel sick,” Prompto managed to gasp.

The Glaive’s eyes widened in alarm but in a flash of blue there was a plastic bag in his hands. “Sorry, warping can do that to you. I had to get us out of there fast.”

“Nyx, godsdammit, what the hell was that? You just- is that the Argentum kid?” a feminine voice exclaimed somewhere close but Prompto was too busy making acquaintance with the plastic bag to hear the response.

When his stomach finally calmed down, he slumped down. Surprisingly, there was a strong pair of hands there to catch him. Someone took the bag from him with some disgusted muttering but he didn’t have the energy to pay attention to it.

“You’re safe now, kid.”

That was enough for Prompto to let go of the fear and relax. He was safe now.

[breezy-cheezy]

Whumptober day one: Bound! Thinkin about Noctis lately. He was stuck in the crystal for 10 years….you think he dreamt about his loved ones?

[promscamera]

Just the idea, in an au, where Prompto is hurt, and they have to take care of his wounds (with no potions). But the memories of being tied down and cut open and hurt are resurfacing, and he can't let anyone touch him because he's not seeing them, he is seeing the scientists and the cruel doctors from his past.

So they try to talk his through it, keep him the present, not the past. All while he treats his own wounds with trembling hands.

[lord-owlsnake]

drew the lads having a horrible time because @altschmerzes is writing a horrible little fic :3c

[art-of-knightlychika]

It's posting day for me and @kageyuuki 😃

I really had kind of a blast working on this with KageYuuki - they really brought this whole thing to life with their great fic!

You can read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34994563

[gnine2]

Another ficlet--or piclet as my sister has taken to calling ‘em XD--for what’s going through my head as I draw:

A hunt in Malmalam Thicket goes less ideally than planned when a mandrake manages to hit Noct with confusion.  Ignis and Gladio are busy taking care of a couple of shieldshears and a gigantoad, so it falls to Prompto to go after Noctis when he veers off, warp striking with haphazard abandon.

Just as Prompto finally catches up with him, smelling salts at the ready, a couple imps jump them, breaking the vial before Prompto gets a chance to use it.  The imps do at least serve to distract Noct, enough that Prompto can incapacitate him. Just not before Noct gets a couple good hits in.

On the plus side, Noct is no longer trying to kill everything in his immediate vicinity, Prompto included.  Downside, Prompto's now on his own in keeping them both alive and intact until help arrives.  

Suffice to say, he's a bit on edge by the time Gladio and Ignis do finally catch up, nearly takes Gladio's head off as he comes pounding around a boulder and into view.

Prompto's shouting for more smelling salts as soon as he registers friend not foe.

Ignis, meanwhile, starts worrying about their current potion supply or possible lack there of.

By the time Noct’s been brought back around--combination of a remedy and a single potion more than enough--their remaining two potions have dealt with the majority of Prompto’s injuries as well. But the gash on his leg is deep enough to need a more powerful curative then they currently have.  

With Noct now awake, it’s suddenly become a lot harder for Prompto to keep any or all of them from getting too close a look at his wound. He tries anyway. No reason they need to know just whose blade inflicted it.