Hello! Here I am with my very first kinkmeme fill! Please do not count this one as part of my vaguely cannon universe. These will not intersect. Below I have included the original prompt:

Prompto probably knows A LOT. He knows the Noct's personal schedule, entry code to his apartment building, small but significant things if one is out to assassinate or capture the Prince. And on top of that, who knows what he could have overheard Ignis and Gladio talking to Noct about that a commoner should not know about.

So lets see someone, either directly connected to Nifleheim or a home-grown terrorist group, take advantage of this unguarded highschool kid with personal royal secrets. They snatch him up and do their worst to get him to tell them everything. And when I say their worst I mean THE WORST anon can come up with. Anything (short of amputation) goes. How/when Prompto is rescued as well as weather or not they manage to break him is up to anon. If they DON'T break him, it should be horrendously difficult for him to hold up to the point that he starts to lose hope he'll hold out, if they DO break him, it shouldn't be easy, he took a lot of punishment and held out WAAAAAAY longer than they expected.

Once he's out of his captors hands, he's greatly traumatized, but he's strong and surrounded by support from Noct, Ignis, and Gladio.

Now, on with the story!

Prompto was boooored. Like, bored bored. Like, so bored that he literally could not see straight. With the way it kept wandering, he was almost certain that his left eye was intent upon exiting his face and making a run for it out of the slightly cracked window of his history classroom.

He couldn't blame it. If he'd fit through it himself, he'd be gone.

He sunk lower and lower in his seat, trying not to audibly groan over the teacher's lecture. She was just going on and on aaand oooonnn about some old king and an even older sword and some boring prophesy, and sure, maybe he'd find it interesting if Noctis was the one talking about it, but with his friend on a weeklong diplomacy mission to fucking Accordo of all places, he didn't even have someone to exchange smart ass texts to (or to embarrass the teacher when she made mistakes).

Speaking (thinking) of which; "Argentum!" the teacher hissed, all aggravation and reprimand as she stalked up to his desk. She planted her hands firmly on her hips and glowered down at him until he sat up more properly in his seat.

Ears tinged red with embarrassment, he stuttered out an apology while the rest of the class giggled and the teacher rolled her eyes.

He was saved from further lecture when a loud knock sounded at the door. Shooting him one last glare, she stomped to the door and flung it open. Her anger quickly dissolved into confused respect upon finding two Crownsguard members on the other side.

They exchanged a few quiet words, the teacher vaguely gesturing to Noctis' empty desk. One of them, who stood about six feet tall and was well muscled with a dark complexion and light eyes, scanned the room's occupants, coming to a stop on Prompto. He nudged his smaller partner surreptitiously and the man nodded, speaking with the teacher again.

She turned back to the class and smiled brightly, clapping her hands together. "Get your things, Argentum, you're wanted at the Citadel."

Prompto's face fully reddened. The kids in school all knew that he was Noctis' best friend, but he'd never been collected by the Crownsguard for official business before, and they were staring.

He managed to gather his things and get out the door without dropping anything and quickly followed the two Crownsguard through the halls. As they passed it, he veered off towards his locker without warning and jumped in alarm when the two men suddenly boxed him in as he worked his combination. "Uh, sorry, I just didn't think I would need my history notes and stuff." At a gesture from the taller Crownsguard, he opened the locker and shoved his school things inside, quickly slamming it closed and following the men once again.

"So, hey guys," he smiled at them brightly, always excited to meet a new person who worked in the Citadel. He and Noctis tended to hang out in arcades and restaurants and Noctis' apartment. "I've never seen you two before. What're your names?" Prompto had to nearly jog to keep up with the two older men.

The smaller one, who wore his dark green hair cropped short, glanced back to him. "That's not important right now. We need to get you to the Citadel."

Prompto frowned, but kept his mouth shut. For about ten seconds. As they began descending the side stairs…(side stairs, that's weird, why didn't they just go down the main stairs? It was closer to the parking lot), he piped up again; "Is everything ok? Is Noctis back early? Why didn't Ignis just come get me?"

By way of answering, the taller man fell back to walk next to him and grabbed onto his upper arm tightly. Prompto let out an offended squawk and tried to shake his grip loose, to no avail.

"Hey, yo, buddy, that hurts! Pretty sure you guys aren't supposed to go around manhandling regular citizens." Prompto was definitely nervous, now. Well, to be fair, he was always a bit nervous, but his stomach was telling him something is off about the entire situation.

The man ahead of them chuckled quietly. "Well, you're hardly a regular citizen, now are you?"

Vague unease bloomed into panic as they swept through a side door and out into the parking lot. Prompto quickly whipped his phone out of his pocket with his free hand. When the man holding his arm glared down at him, he forced a sheepish smile. "I, uh, should probably call my parents to let—"

"They've already been contacted." The green haired man snapped.

"You talked to them?" He squeaked again when the swarthy man readjusted his grip, hitching Prompto up slightly, making him stagger.

"Yeah, I told you. We talked to your mom. Says she's fine with it. Says she's saving you dinner and everything."

"But—" he tried again, but quieted when the man's words sunk in. Both of his parents were out of town this week. There was no way she'd said that to them.

The green haired man—obviously the one in charge—whirled and gave him a reassuring smile. "Relax, kid, we're just taking you to the Citadel. I'm sure you've been there plenty of times. There's no reason for you to be nervous." He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and hit a button, the lights on a blue sedan a few spaces away flashing as the doors unlocked.

Prompto may not have noticed that the stitching on the Crownsguard's coats was off. He may not have been able to tell that the materials they were made of were of a much lesser quality than the standard uniforms. He may have even been oblivious to the fact that the insignia on their coats was printed backwards, but he did know one thing without a doubt; every car owned by the royal family and the Citadel itself was black. There was not one vehicle with crown city plates that was not some variation on that midnight theme.

He swallowed hard as he was pulled closer to the car. "You're not really Crownsguard, are you?" He didn't wait for an answer before trying to wrench his arm away, attempting to employ a few of the defense moves that Gladiolus had taught him. He got out half a shout for help before a hand clapped roughly over his mouth and he was pulled back against the larger man. An arm snaked across his chest, effectively pinning Prompto's own arms to his sides.

He began frantically—blindly—mashing buttons on his phone, hoping to dial someone; anyone.

The green haired man swaggered up to him, a calculating glare twisting his features. "Now why couldn't you just come quietly, eh kid?" He snatched the phone out of Prompto's shaking hand and pocketed it, sneering down at the freckled youth.

Unable to respond due to the massive hand clamped over his mouth, Prompto struggled, trying to release his arms from the punishing grip. When the green haired man reached towards him again, Prompto used the other man's grip on him to lift his feet off the ground and plant them firmly into the smaller man's chest, sending him tumbling back.

The maneuver did nothing to dislodge him from his captor, however. The swarthy man let go of his face for a moment, and Prompto gathered breath to let out a scream—

But that wooshed out as little more than a groan when the larger man drove his fist up into the boy's solar plexus, forcing all the air from his body at once. Prompto went all but limp in his grip and the man clapped his hand over the boy's mouth once more.

The green haired man glanced around, and seeing no one in the vicinity, offered Prompto a predatory smile. Without another word, he reached forward and pinched the freckled boy's nose shut. Desperate and panicking, Prompto managed to part his lips enough to gasp against the palm of his captor, but the action was little more than hyperventilating at that point and only worked to speed up the inevitable outcome. The green haired man's grin grew broader as the boy's struggles weakened and his eyes drifted closed.

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Noctis sunk low in his chair, doing his best to ignore the daggers that Ignis was currently shooting at him with his overly green eyes.

So, yeah, he may have dozed off just a little. But in his defense, the meeting was boring. And besides, it was partly Ignis' fault. Had he not kicked Noctis under the table, he wouldn't have let out that curse, and no one would have even noticed he had been asleep. Probably.

He straightened up when his adviser's glare deepened into a scowl. The other officials around the table had already begun discussing business once again, thankfully, and he tried his best to tune back into the conversation.

Just as the meeting was finally drawing to a close, a shrill whistle followed by the raucous kwehing of chocobos sounded from the vicinity of Ignis' coat pocket.

To his credit, Ignis did not become outwardly flustered. He shot the grinning Noctis a clouded glare and reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone. He softly apologized as he rejected the call and the other dignitaries let the affront slide, quickly ending the meeting.

Once they were out in the hall, Ignis huffed out his annoyance. "How did he do it? Was this planned? Some sort of prank meant to embarrass me?"

Noctis did a good job of keeping his face straight as he feigned innocence. "How did who do what?"

"The phone, Noct. I had it set for silent during the meeting and somehow Prompto has programmed his particular ringtone—which he also changed from the standard tone to that embarrassing cacophony—to ring audibly anyway."

Noctis laughed again, gently bumping into Ignis with his shoulder. "I dunno, Iggy. I keep telling you he's smarter than you give him credit for."

Ignis furrowed his brow, pausing at a crossway in the halls. They went left, towards the main doors. "I have never questioned Prompto's intelligence."

"No," Noctis agreed, "just his interests and his hobbies and his motivation and his attention span and—"

"I do apologize if my wanting him to succeed in life seem to be criticisms."

Once outside, they headed for the Regalia—a condition for Noctis agreeing to represent his father in these proceedings. Noctis leaned against the car, resting his arms in the hood as he waited for Ignis to unlock the door on the driver's side. "Well, maybe you should point that out to him some day. I'm pretty sure that Prom thinks you think he's some kind of idiot."

Ignis thought back to his previous interactions with the boy. He supposed that some of his previous comments could be viewed as less than encouraging. He made a mental note to work on that.

"What did he want, anyway?" Noctis asked, sliding into the seat next to him.

"Hmm, he left a message. It had better have been important." Ignis quickly dialed his voice mail and put the phone on speaker. He propped it up in one of the cup holders so it could run through the options and message while he adjusted himself and started the car.

'You have one new message and one saved message'

'New message'

There was nothing for a moment, and then an unfamiliar muffled voice said something, but it was far away and difficult to make out. Then loud rustling followed by silence. A few moments later the rustling started up again and there was a low murmur; two voices now. A slamming of a car door, then another, and finally a third, but more muted. Just as the unfamiliar voice started up again, the machine cut off the message.

Noctis snickered. "Sounds like Prompto's ass wanted to get in touch with you, Iggy."

Ignis was about to reply when the phone interrupted him.

'Saved Message'

This time a gentleman with a decidedly sultry tone began speaking. "Hello there, tall, bespectacled, and handsome. I would love to get together with you while you're in town-"

Ignis snatched the phone up, shutting it off as heat rose to his face.

"Holy shit, Iggggyyyy, do you have a date?!" Noctis was laughing, but not unkindly.

Ignis cleared his throat and stared straight ahead as he started up the Regalia. "What I do in my spare time is none of your business, highness." He put the car in reverse, using the mirrors to guide him since he did not want to take the risk of meeting his charge's gaze.

Regally, maturely, Nocits began to repeatedly quietly sing-song 'Iggy's got a daaate' while wearing a stupid grin and staring out of the passenger window.

Ignis let this go on for a few moments before becoming fed up. "Do not think for a moment that any of this has made me forget you fell asleep in a meeting. This will be reported to your father."

Noctis immediately fell silent, and Ignis smiled smugly.

That shut him up.

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Being his very best (and only) friend, Noctis enjoyed a few privileges with Prompto that the prince was more or less completely unaware of.

For instance, Prompto used to never take photos of people. His usual style included animals, cityscapes, and the occasional weather occurrence (he had the most beautiful series of lightning storms, but that's a story for another time) but now his walls were covered in photos of Noctis and Prompto (mostly at the prince's insistence that he be in them as well) and even had a few of his friend's friends.

(Ignis was ridiculously photogenic, but he was afraid to say as much. He just took the photos and kept that information to himself, lest he alienate the adviser)

He had also recently started forgoing his favorite snack—s'mores poptarts—in order to save more money (and calories) from his weekly allowance to get his friend a birthday present. He had his eye on quite the—

Prompto groaned.

Everything felt fuzzy and off and his head ached.

One other thing that Noctis had that no other person did was his very own text tone. He was basically the only person who ever texted him, so he got the victory fanfare tone from Kings Knight. On the rare occasion that Noctis was in the same room when it went off, Prompto never neglected to cheesily quip 'awww, we've just gained a level in friendship', at which the prince never fails to laugh. They are both dorks.

His mouth tasted like ass. He assumed. It was awful, at any rate.

He cracked his eyes open, wincing up at the bright light that immediately assaulted him.

The phone chimed again and he turned his head towards the sound, confused at the stranger sat across from him, holding his phone.

No, not stranger. Fake Crownsguard.

The green haired man had changed out of his black garb, and now wore sweat pants and a tee shirt. He stared intently down at the phone, tapping at it every few moments, frowning.

Prompto groaned, trying to sit up, finally gaining the man's attention.

"What's your password?" He asked, standing and walking over to tower above the boy.

Prompto furrowed his brow in confusion, and the man rolled his eyes. Quickly losing patience, he reached down, grasping the freckled youth by his uniform jacket, and jerked him up. He shook him a little, repeating his question loudly before slamming him down into a nearby straight backed chair.

When no answer was immediately forthcoming, the green haired man lashed out, backhanding the confused boy across the face. He darted a hand out as Prompto listed to the side, snatching him up by the shoulder and righting him again. "I'm not fucking playing with you, kid. What's your six-damned password?"

In a moment of bravery (stupidity) Prompto told the man to fuck himself, and welcomed the darkness the next punch brought.

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Noctis grinned to himself when he heard Ignis leave the room next to his. He watched out the window of his lavish hotel balcony as his adviser—dressed very snappily in a gray tailored suit and dark green dress shirt and his fancy new glasses with the thick black rims—got into the Regalia and departed the parking lot.

He'd promised the man he wouldn't leave the room. Not that there weren't four glaive sent along who were going to repeatedly check on him throughout the night, or anything, but Ignis knew the prince's penchant for slipping his watchers to go out on late evening walks. So, he'd promised to stay put so that his friend could have a night out.

He deserved it.

Once Noctis was alone, he found the cheesiest horror movie available and retrieved his stash of candy bars. As he waited for the beginning to get less boring, he pulled out his phone to text Prompto.

His Moodiness: Holy shit, bro, u will never guess who's got a date!

(received 7:13 pm)

His Moodiness: Fucking Ignis. With a dude no less. Didn't know he swung that way.

(received 7:15 pm)

His Moodiness: Didn't know he swung any way really.

(received 7:21)

His Moodiness: good 4 him tho. Maybe now he will be less up my ass. Haha. Htat wasn't even on purpose.

(received 7:26 pm)

His Moodiness: yo you dead? lolol

(received 8:02)

His Moodiness: Hellllooooooooooo

(received 8:15)

(missed call: His Moodiness 8:32 pm)

His Moodiness: PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM

(received 8:58)

His Moodiness: Holy shit I know you're asleep or dead or whatever, but duuude. Iggy just got back. His giggling woke me up. GIGGLING, PROMPTO. I'm pretty sure he's drunk and disheveled and I don't think he's alone. WHat is life? You'd better ducking call me tomorrow, asshole.

(received 2:12 am)