Kidnapping a/b/o Promptis

[starless_sky]

 

*I LOVE IT. You're such a genius, Soulmate, I can't wait to see you later! I love you*

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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[hajimetejanai]

The silence was the hardest. Prompto was always the one to fill it with idle chatter and dumb jokes and reassurances. Hearing Noct try to reassure Prompto, when it was clear he was barely holding things together himself... Prompto had cried himself out, but the cracks were just starting to show in his mate, as he listened to him try to fill that silence.

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.

[starless_sky]

He wasn't great at filling the silence. Prompto bubbled and he listened. He'd laugh together with him and they'd chatter away but Prompto did the heavy lifting in conversation. It was awkward now to try to be the social nexus as it were.

"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.

[hajimetejanai]

Prompto was tired. He'd only been awake for a little while, but his body was healing and trying to catch up with all the things Emil had inflicted on it over the past several days. And with Noct gently petting him, it didn't take long at all for him to drift off, feeling safe and warm in his lover's embrace.

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.

[starless_sky]

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.

[hajimetejanai]

Prompto blinked a few times, still tired, but ready to be awake for a bit after his short rest. He tried to push himself up a bit, leaning into Noct, not meaning to pry, but his eyes caught the article in his mate's hands.

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.