Kidnapping a/b/o Promptis
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He commented on the latest from Prompto on Kingstagram. It was a thrill anytime he posted but today Emil was floating above the ground. Today was the day. He'd prepped everything, every small detail to the letter. He had a backup plan, and backup plans for his backup plans. He was not going to fail today. Before he'd had a failure of will, been close to Prompto and been unable to do anything. Sometimes he'd said a few words and disappeared but not today. Today he wasn't chicken shit, he was heading to the position where he'd meet his soulmate and they'd be off. Life would start afresh. He had a home for them, a steady income, and love. All they'd ever need again.
The prince was away in Accordo.
Security was light in this area today.
No one could stop him. He saw a blonde head and smiled to himself. "Beautiful boy you've come to me here. It's destiny."
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The apartment is average. Not much better than the house Prompto grew up in. It's decorated plainly, mostly with framed photos of Prompto, Prompto's photos, and photos by an amateur photographer. It's a high rise, while it's inexpensive they are about 20 stories up. The city is in full view on three walls though the windows won't open. The apartment is quiet, the only sound being footsteps around in another room. Emil was pacing reading a magazine and sipping coffee. He wasn't patient, he wanted Prompto to come to him, so they could start, so they could... commune.
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Date: 2020-02-20 03:00 am (UTC)He hugged Prompto tight, this was something they both needed on top of being together from now on. The feeling of Prompto's hand on him tight in his shirt was wonderful. Knowing his mate was here, he was alive, and he was present enough to hug him helped more than the doctors promising a smooth recovery. They'd get through this, Prompto still had fight left in him.
When he sat back he thought he'd start to tell Prompto everything that happened but he just... mouthed words. Earlier he thought it had been simply a hiccup and Prompto trying not to cry. He'd held his words in so as not to weep. But he wasn't talking. He seemed like he was trying to. Noct's brow slowly knit together as he observed Prompto's mouth moving and no sound coming out.
"...Prompto... can you speak? Shhh.... slowly. Here, drink some water." he brought a straw to his lips. "Deep sip. There, good boy. Take a minute and swallow, take a breath. Can you say your name?"
And he has high hoped but they drop as it becomes evident that this isn't a fluke. Somehow they were discovering more injuries even now. Noct's hand slid from Prompto's and pressed the call button for the nurse then he tangled their fingers together again.
"We'll figure it out. The doctors will help." he has to believe they will fix it. He has to have faith this will all get better and go away. In the meantime, they could both use something happy.
"I have something for you." he reached into his pocket and pulled out Prompto's engagement ring. He put it in his palm.
"This came to me in a box. With a note... nevermind that. I've had it since... since it started I suppose." it had a note saying Prompto wouldn't be needing it anymore and he'd found someone better. Noct knew then something was terribly wrong, that's when he left Accordo.
"We gotta wait for the swelling in your hand to go down but until then..." he reached under his shirt and pulled out the necklace he wore with his family symbol on it. The skull with a single wing. He unlatched the chain and slid the charm off, then replaced it with Prompto's ring. He stood up and reached around Prompto's neck to fasten the chain.
"There. You can still wear it this why until your hand comes back down."
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Date: 2020-02-20 04:21 am (UTC)When Noct pulled out his ring, Prompto startled, sniffling as he tried to keep his lower lip from shaking. Emil had sent it to Noctis? What had he said? What had he done? How much of his humiliation and betrayal did Noct know about? Despite how they'd cleaned him up, scrubbed his skin of any trace of Emil, it was hard not to feel dirty, used, and disgusting and still... still somehow Noct was offering him that ring again, as if nothing had changed.
He cried as Noct fastened it around his neck, quiet and shuddering, reaching with his good hand, trying weakly to cling to his mate. He'd only been awake for a few minutes, and he already felt exhausted and a little dizzy. So much had happened, so much he didn't want to think about, so much he wanted to push down, down, and forget. Before he could completely dissolve into tears though, a nurse was quick to respond to the call, knocking twice on the door before entering. Nyx was peering in behind her, obviously concerned about why she'd been called too.
"Your Highness? Did you-" she started, before noticing the young blond had finally woken up. "Oh, A...Argentum is awake, that's great. I'll let the doctor know right away. Is there anything you need?"
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Date: 2020-02-20 03:07 pm (UTC)"Yes, tell the doctor he can't speak."
The nurse nodded and hurried out. Noctis was sure Nyx heard that but he wasn't concerned, they'd know song enough anyway. He turned back to his mate taking his face in both hands.
"The doctor will help you. She's nice. She did your surgery." he looked in Prompto's eyes. His poor beau. This was a nightmare they were slowly climbing out of.
"It's okay to cry."
Then the door opened again. Noct blinked and looked over. Was Nyx stepping in? The doctor couldn't be here already but there she was. Tall, intimidating, severe, a confident alpha but with a soft smile.
"Hello. I'm glad to see you're awake." she had a gentle tone with Prompto as she approached the bed. "My name is Dr. Adisa. I'm glad to finally meet you. I'd like to perform an examination and ask you some questions now that you're awake. Will that be alright? I understand you're having difficulty speaking. This could be a result of the anesthesia but I'll need to take a closer look. I'd like to spend some time with you asking some yes or no questions and I'd like you to answer me as best you can. Do you think you can do that now?"
If Prompto looks at Noctis for input he'll nod and squeeze his hand. The doctor can be trusted.
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Date: 2020-02-20 07:00 pm (UTC)He swallowed hard and nodded though, feeling the warmth and safety of his nearness. It lasted all but a moment before the next person entered. Prompto sucked in a breath and clung tighter to Noct, just the scent of another alpha enough to set him off and put him on edge. He tried not to, but it was impossible to keep the tension from his body as she approached. Prompto looked worriedly to Noct, who nodded reassuringly and held his hand. It was safe, he was over-reacting, he knew it, but he couldn't help the slight shiver as she approached.
Prompto nodded to her, but kept his eyes lowered, trying to shift closer to his mate.
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Date: 2020-02-20 11:23 pm (UTC)Dr. Adisa expected a stronger reaction, she would not have been surprised if Prompto had thrashed in the bed or tried to escape it. His alpha's presence was clearly tantamount to his success in recovery. She stepped forward slowly and sat down on a stool at the foot of Prompto's bed. Noctis was between her and Prompto, she'd keep it that way. Noctis held Prompto's hand in his and put his other hand on Prompto's belly.
Dr. Adisa made a point not to let her scent escape too much, she worked primarily with traumatized omegas, sadly it was common enough to demand a specialist like her exist. She was slow and methodical as she went through her questions, there weren't too many but once they were finished she asked permission to approach Prompto.
"I would like to look at your throat if that's alright." Noctis rubbed his hand on Prompto's belly.
"You can say no if you want to." he said, eyes on the doctor. He was calm, unbothered by the doctor but he sat closer for Prompto's sake.
"He is right, Prompto. If this is too much for you I have a beta assistant who can come instead."
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Date: 2020-02-21 05:38 am (UTC)He started to relax his guard after a couple minutes, but when she wanted to approach, he tensed again. Logically, he knew she was a doctor, doctors fixed people who were sick or hurt and he was probably an awful combination of the two right now, but he couldn't help how his body reacted, even as Noct pet him to help him stay calm.
Prompto hated that he was causing trouble, making a fuss, that he couldn't just get over it and let the doctor do her job. She wasn't going to hurt him, he told himself, repeating it like a mantra in his head as he shook it slightly and opened his mouth. He had to keep his eyes closed, and his body still trembled, though he tried to focus on his alpha's calming scent and soothing touch.
"He's still a bit feverish, things are bruised and swollen, probably going to have a sore throat for a few days, but his vocal chords don't appear damaged," Dr Adisa backed up to her stool, adding a few notes to Prompto's chart.
Prompto lowered his head a little at the assessment. Why wouldn't the words come out? Why couldn't he just speak? It made him feel like such a wreck. There wasn't even anything wrong with his vocal chords. It was just him. He was broken, wasn't he? The tears started up again, and he looked down pitifully at his body. Broken inside and out.
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Date: 2020-02-25 04:57 am (UTC)Noctis was holding on for the end of the test. He hoped the doctor wouldn't stay for long, Prompto's stamina was clearly running thin. But when Adisa gave her thoughts it concerned Noctis. "Not damaged? Then what's causing it?"
"It might be a result of anesthesia but we will need time to see if that is the case it should resolve on its own but here are other causes. The psychological trauma alone may have caused this."
"I see...and if so then what is his prognosis?"
"He'll need psychotherapy but that is already in his treatment once he recovers. For the time being, we will focus on his physical recovery. I've run the titers we discussed and several came back positive. I'll need some time to administer all his doses. My assistant will bring you all the information you need. I think it is time for me to leave." Dr. Adisa noticed Prompto's tears and his trembling when she got too close.
"I understand. Thank you." Dr. Adisa left then and Noctis took a deep breath. So that meant Emil infected Prompto with some diseases. Some perhaps by his bite, others sexually. Great. He can kill him later. For now, he had an upset mate.
"Hey... hey. Can you look at me?" he reached out to take Prompto's hands. Those beautiful eyes shined like jewels when they were filled with tears. Noct hated that he found them pretty like this. He loathed Prompto being in pain. "Prompto, this isn't your fault. We're going to get through it whatever it is. Okay? You don't have to believe that now but we will." it was time for them to catch up on their moment alone.
"C'mere." he sat on the hospital bed and pulled Prompto against his chest. "Let it all out."
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Date: 2020-02-25 05:49 am (UTC)His breath started coming in short, quick puffs. The other alpha's scent in the air didn't help, it was like an invasive presence, reminding him he wasn't safe. He could barely focus on what the doctor was saying; psychotherapy, positive test results, Prompto couldn't even calm down after the doctor left, his breathing growing rapid, on the verge of hyperventilating, this beep of his heart-rate on the monitor beside them growing faster and faster like a frightened rabbit. He felt like he was crumbling, falling apart.
Noct took his hand though, and that familiar voice was enough to shake him from his downward spiral, and he forced his eyes up, though it wasn't a command. He blinked a few times tears spilling down his cheeks one after another. As if hearing his internal distress, Noct reassured him, even told him it was okay if he didn't believe it, and feeling those strong arms around him was enough to let him know that even if he did fall apart, Noct was waiting to pick up the pieces, to help hold him together.
He sobbed, breath hiccuping, his one good hand tangling in Noct's shirt-front, tears soaking his mate's shoulder as he buried his face. It took a while for him to cry himself out, from shaking and crying so hard he could barely breathe, and slowly fading to the occasional sniffle as he quieted. Prompto could feel exhaustion sinking in, his body slumping, weight shifting against Noct's chest, but at least all the anxieties that had been running around his head had quieted, and while he was left feeling low and empty, it was hard to feel alone or unwanted when his mate was holding him so securely. He didn't have much strength left, but he nuzzled softly against his mate, a weak reassurance, but he hoped it was enough.
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Date: 2020-02-25 05:43 pm (UTC)It's the sobbing that cuts into his soul. Maybe it's just the last thing Noctis can stand. Everything else he's had to let roll off him added up. He couldn't react to any one thing so he can function but the full on bawling hit him hard. Prompto deserved to bawl but it was hard to hear.
He tried to be nonchalant and not react to it. Prompto needed to be the one letting his emotions out, he was the center of the circle of grief. He'd never heard Prompto cry like this. Never heard anyone cry this hard to be honest. Crying so hard he could barely breathe. That has to just scratch the surface of his grief. Noctis had no illusions that this would be short-lived.
Prompto wasn't one to show his wounds. He would rather swallow them and put on a happy face. Noct wondered if Prompto was so hurt by this he couldn't put on a mask or if he still could and this wasn't the true depth of his pain. Who could hurt Prompto? Who could do this to a ray of sunshine like Prompto? A, person who made the world better around him and wanted so little in return, a generous soul who hadn't met a stranger, how could anyone want to crush such a delicate flower? How could Noct allow it?
Hot tears spilled over his cheeks. He laid his head on Prompto's hair and cried with him.
"I'm sorry." he whispered it over and over. He didn't mean to cry, this was supposed to be Prompto's time. "I'm sorry I'm so sorry." he breathed it over and over until he wasn't sure what he was saying it for. He was sorry for crying out of turn? He was sorry for letting this happen? For leaving Prompto alone in Insomnia? Letting an alpha doctor into his room when that that should have been a clear no?
When Prompto got quiet and sagged Noctis laid him back in his pillows. He didn't get out of the bed but curled around him. "I'll always be here for you. No matter what happened." and Prompto nuzzled him. As if to reiterate how pure of heart he was. Noct closed his eyes, a few tears escaping. He couldn't speak for a moment.
"I love you." his voice cracked. "More than life itself."
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Date: 2020-02-26 04:23 pm (UTC)Prompto wanted to tell him there was nothing to be sorry for, that he'd been doing his duty as the future king, that Emil had planned this so carefully, had waited for a weak point. But the words just wouldn't come. Prompto was relieved when Noct stayed in the bed with him, despite the tangle of tubes and wires, he wanted his mate near him, wanted to feel his touch, to have his scent surrounding him.
He wanted to speak, but his throat just felt thick and tight with emotion, a few more tears slipping free when Noct's voice cracked. It broke his heart to be silent when Noct needed him. He couldn't offer much, but he brought his hand shakily to Noct's cheek, thumb brushing over wet tears, and stroked his cheek softly.
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Date: 2020-02-27 04:36 am (UTC)Noct had found a way to move on from that, it was a hiccup on his part that had radical consequences but he'd corrected it as best he could. He rescued Prompto before they got much time with him, he'd killed the offenders. This wasn't the same. Far from it.
Prompto had no need to feel like he'd not done enough, he was a soldier through his abuse. He'd done better than anyone could ever ask. Noctis was beyond impressed with him, he should never have to endure so much. There never should have been a weak point for Emil to exploit. All the planning in the world shouldn't have made a difference.
Prompto was doing it again, comforting him when he didn't deserve it. He'd take it though. "I can get it together, sorry. Sorry... I'm... I'm ok. I'm ok." he wasn't okay at all. "We're gonna be fine, you're gonna get better and we'll go home and we'll be fine." was he convincing Prompto or himself?
"I talked to the school. They said we're off for the foreseeable future as long as you are recovering. They're taking our current grades and freezing them. We're both in the clear to graduate." Prompto did well in fact, moving up several percentiles since he got tutoring. "So you don't have to worry about missing anything except maybe graduation," he smirked. "That won't be so bad right?"
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Date: 2020-02-27 06:02 am (UTC)Prompto was much less worried about school and more worried about how they'd recover, if they'd be able to be the same again. If anything would ever feel like it used to. But he nodded in Noct's arms, and gave him the faintest smile in reassurance. It wasn't much, not compared to his old sheepish grins and lopsided smirks, but he wanted Noct to know he was okay, maybe not now, but hopefully, like he said, they'd go home and things would be fine again.
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Date: 2020-02-27 05:11 pm (UTC)"You look tired... Close your eyes. I'll be here. Get some sleep." he pet Prompto's head and kissed his temple. "I'm not going anywhere." and he didn't. Come the next meal Noctis is sitting in the bed still, tray of food sitting in front of them, he's got the newspaper Emil made in his hands. He's looking it over closely but his expression is calm.
Also there's breakfast food on the tray.
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Date: 2020-02-27 06:15 pm (UTC)It was a while before he woke again, with a sudden start before realizing Noct was still beside him, his scent was still around him. Noct was quiet, seemed to be reading something, and Prompto shifted slightly beside him. It was hard to tell what it was from this angle, and he didn't want to trouble his mate, so he curled up a little closer, reaching out a hand to rest on his.
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Date: 2020-02-28 01:12 am (UTC)It was fine to be exhausted, they all were. Noctis could imagine Prompto wasn't getting great sleep in the hospital either. He filled the room with his scent as best he could, claimed this place as much as possible for Prompto's well-being. Come morning it smells much more like him and he needs to recharge too so that he can give more scent later if Prompto needs it.
The hand on his was a surprise.
"I didn't expect you awake for another few hours." he didn't take his eyes off the paper at first.
"You hungry? I got some food, it's not breakfast time but it's eggs, bacon, toast, and a waffle." he turned to his mate then. "Do you think you can try a few bites?" he laid the paper down, showing his face on the front of it as he set it aside.
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Date: 2020-02-29 10:53 pm (UTC)The image alone was enough to push him into startled wakefulness, his heart beating faster, memories of that awful place bubbling to the surface as his breath quickened. The awful, heart-shattering moment when he'd been told Noct might be dead, when he'd felt the floor drop out from under him, his world crashing down.
Why did Noct have it? Something in his gut burned at the thought. Though he was Emil's victim, believing in any part of that article felt like a betrayal, like he could still feel those hands on him, still there in that awful place.
Prompto could hardly register Noct's words, and the scent of the food felt overpowering, his stomach curdling. He shook his head, reaching for the paper with a trembling hand. He tried to explain, but the words were only mouthed on his lips in his panic.