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Prompt Post: Final Fantasy 15 #1

Here is the Prompt Post for Final Fantasy 15! As the most recent individual instalment, FFXV has a dedicated post in anticipation of higher activity. This round will close when we reach 5000 comments.

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[Couldn’t resist taking a shot at this with Prompto! This will probably not involve any actual sex, but lots of touching and also drugging for compliance.]

Prompto comes to consciousness little by little, gradually becoming aware of the sound of running water somewhere close by and hands working on the straps and buckles of his snow gear. When he realizes whose hands they are, he tries to shove them away, but his arms feel loose and heavy and he ends up just pushing weakly at Ardyn’s shoulder.

“Ah, there you are.” Ardyn’s voice is low, gentle. “I was beginning to worry.”

His hands slide under Prompto and, despite the feeble attempts at resistance, lift him into a sitting position to divest him of his jacket. Prompto slumps forward, his head falling onto Ardyn’s shoulder. This close to him without a gun in hand, a spike of fear pierces the fuzziness in Prompto’s brain—and then another as Ardyn’s hands slide under his shirt and glide along bare skin.

“Wha—what are you—“ is all he gets out, the last word muffled as his shirt is pulled over his head.

“Just bear with me a moment,” Ardyn murmurs as he lays him back down. His hands linger on Prompto for just a few moments, thumbs stroking lightly over his skin, before he reaches down to remove the boots. Prompto’s attempt to kick him is as ineffectual as everything else has been, but for his trouble he gets a hand wrapped around his ankle in a grip hard enough to bruise, and Ardyn’s soft, cajoling voice turns to cold steel as he says “None of that.”

Then he’s back to soft and gentle, whispering “Shhh,” in response to Prompto’s weak protest as those relentless hands undo his belt. Casting about for something to focus on besides the fact that Ardyn Izunia is taking off his pants and he can’t do anything about it, Prompto notices that Ardyn, too, is much less clothed than usual—just a shirt and trousers, his feet bare and his sleeves rolled up past the elbows. It’s so weird to see him without, like, five other layers of clothing that it’s a few seconds before Prompto’s fuzzy brain can work past that to being grateful he’s not more undressed and hoping it stays that way.

Then the last of Prompto’s clothing is being pulled away, and it’s a weird, stomach-churning mashup of every bad dream he’s ever had about showing up to class naked and every worse dream he’s ever had where he’s facing down an enemy and grabs for his gun but it’s not there, and Ardyn is slipping one arm around his back and another beneath his knees and lifting him from the bench he’s been lying on.

Head lolling against Ardyn’s shoulder, Prompto finally gets out the question he tried to ask earlier, much as he dreads the answer. “What are you doing?”

When Ardyn answers, Prompto can feel every word reverberate through his chest. His voice is patient and indulgent now, as though he were explaining something to a child. “My dear boy, I know customs in Lucis differ somewhat from those here in Niflheim, but I’m quite certain they have baths there.”

Ayyyy OP is jumping for joy! A fill with Prompto is going to be amazing! Thank you so much for filling.

:D Thank you for a very inspiring prompt! I haven't written a lot of noncon anything, so this is not my wheelhouse, but something about the idea of Ardyn noncon taking care of something taps RIGHT into my id, apparently.

The tub Ardyn carries him towards is a big, polished marble affair, steam rising from the water filling it. Prompto braces himself as he’s lowered down, but can’t help but gasp and hiss through his teeth as the scalding water envelopes his feet, his ankles, his calves. The whole time, Ardyn keeps shushing him in a low murmur. He holds Prompto carefully until he gets him settled, then pulls back and begins unbuttoning his own shirt.

With Ardyn’s arms gone, Prompto falls against the high, sloped back of the tub, which seems big enough for someone Ardyn’s size to soak in and thus swallows him up completely. The tap is still running, the water up to Prompto’s neck and rising, and for a panicked second he wonders if Ardyn’s trying to drown him (this would be a needlessly elaborate way to do it, but then, that would put it right in his wheelhouse). Then the tap shuts off, and Ardyn’s hands are back, sliding under Prompto’s arms to shift him up so the water's lapping around his shoulders.

Ardyn's fingers trail slowly over Prompto's collarbone, leaving droplets of water in their wake. "You really are a beautiful boy, you know," he comments in a voice like velvet, and Prompto presses his lips together to hold in a helpless noise of distress.

Ardyn picks up a bar of soap from a niche in the wall, and the smell of sandalwood drifts up as he works it into a lather. He takes hold of Prompto's wrist to lift his arm and run the soap along it; there's a soft, disapproving tch as he notices the lingering red mark where Prompto tried to burn his barcode off a few days ago, and he takes his time there before working up Prompto's arm to his shoulder.

In spite of himself, Prompto starts to relax. Now that he's adjusted to the temperature, the water feels nice, and as much as it freaks him out to have Ardyn touching him like this, he can't deny that it feels good, too. The steaminess of the room and whatever he's been drugged with are making everything soft and hazy to the point where this could almost be a dream, and maybe if Prompto just lies here and closes his eyes, he can pretend it is.

That works for a while, as Ardyn finishes with one arm and washes the other, then starts on Prompto's torso, his nipples tightening automatically as the soap rubs over them. He hears a sloshing sound and then warm water trickles down his chest, and it's...nice. Weird, but nice.

Then Ardyn's hand dips below the surface of the water, skating over Prompto's belly, and another spike of fear-sour adrenaline punches through the haze. Water splashes wildly as he tries to scramble away, feet sliding on the slick bottom of the tub as he makes an attempt to push himself up.

Ardyn gives a long-suffering sigh and lays one heavy arm across his front. "You're going to get hurt if you keep this up," he says sternly, and leaves it up to interpretation whether he means Prompto's going to slip and hurt himself, or the other thing. Still pinning him with one hand, he undoes his pants with the other and shoves them down his hips, and that makes Prompto keep flailing even though he knows he should stop. "You're making this all rather more difficult than it needs to be."

He has to let Prompto up briefly in order to climb in the tub with him, and Prompto makes one last bid at fighting, trying to get up, to make Ardyn trip over the side of the tub, anything. There's a brief, wet struggle, water going everywhere and Prompto banging his elbow against marble in a spot that makes his whole arm go tingly. It ends with Ardyn seizing Prompto around the middle and dragging him back against his chest, murmuring "Easy, easy," like Prompto's a spooked horse or something. Prompto's arms are pinned at his sides, his hips bracketed by Ardyn's legs, and he goes from "fight or flight" to "freeze" as he realizes that's Ardyn's cock he can feel nudging the small of his back.

Prompto's definitely still feeling the effect of whatever Ardyn gave him; his head is spinning, his breath coming in ragged pants from just that much exertion, and he just lets his head thump back against Ardyn's shoulder and shuts his eyes, whispering, "Fuck, fuck."

Ardyn lets out a sympathetic hum and pets his hair, then gropes around their tangled legs until he finds the soap.

Nonnie holy shit I am so into this oh my god literally every word of this is perfect and working for me and just so, so fucking hot. Thank you.

Prompto holds very, very still as the soap drags up the inside of his thigh. So far, Ardyn hasn’t made any move to touch his cock or his ass, and his own cock is still just pressed against the base of Prompto’s spine, a constant reminder of how this could go if Ardyn wanted it to. He’s hard, and so is Prompto, but he’s trying not to read too much into that—being terrified and touched all over really gently at the same time does weird things to a guy’s body, it seems.

Ardyn pushes Prompto forward to soap up his back and pours cupped handfuls of water over his skin, then guides him back to lean against his chest. He holds him tenderly, like a lover.

“Why are you doing this?” Prompto asks softly, and Ardyn skims his hands up and down his arms for a moment before answering.

“Call it a temporary reprieve. You’ve been through so much already—“ he says it with all the sympathy in the world, like he had nothing to do with any of it, “—and I’m afraid that what awaits you while you await your friends is going to be...less than pleasant.”

It’s not like Prompto couldn’t have guessed that there’s something more unpleasant than a hot bath in store for him. He still can’t hold back a little whimper at the confirmation.

Ardyn croons soothingly and strokes his hair. “Oh, I know, poor thing, but there’s nothing for it. We all have our roles to play. So, were I you, I’d make the most of this little break.”

Prompto’s more confused than ever. Ardyn’s talking like this is all some unavoidable tragedy, like he has no more choice in letting it play out than Prompto does, and he wants to ask why.

Instead, he lets Ardyn push him forward again to wash his hair, lets himself be moved around and handled like a doll. He lets himself sink into the feeling of strong fingers massaging his scalp, closes his eyes as water sluices over his head.

After that, Ardyn holds him again for a while, running his fingers through Prompto’s wet hair. He seems to enjoy this part, cradling Prompto against his chest with his arms wrapped around him, and Prompto has the dizzy thought that maybe he’s not the only one this is meant as a reprieve for.

The water’s starting to go cold and Prompto’s sunk into a half-doze by the time Ardyn shifts him to the side so he can stand. Ardyn gets out first—Prompto can hear the water running off of him and the sound of wet feet on tile—and a few moments later he’s back to help Prompto out, hands cupping his elbow and waist as he guides him to stand on shaky legs. Prompto’s toes sink into a thick rug and his shoulders are draped with a towel big enough to wrap himself up in like a blanket, which he does eagerly. Ardyn rubs his hair with a second towel and pulls him close again, and at this point it doesn’t seem all that strange when Prompto feels a soft kiss on the top of his head.

“Time to get dressed,” Ardyn says, rubbing his arms through the towel. “I’m afraid there’s not much time left before we have to get ready.”

Prompto closes his eyes and lets his head tip forward onto Ardyn’s chest. “Please,” he says quietly, without any real hope that pleading’s going to get him anything.

Ardyn curls a hand around the back of his neck, squeezing gently. “That’s good,” he says in that soft, caressing voice. “You already know your lines.”

That was both terrifying and awesome. Ardyn's last line made me shiver. The whole time I was second guessing Ardyn's moves like Prompto and I'm not sure if Ardyn is not going to touch him in any sexual way. That kiss makes me wonder.

Thank you for this great fill.

Thank you! When Ardyn’s last line popped into my head it gave ME the shivers, so I’m glad it worked for you and glad you enjoyed the fill!

This was so so good nonnie. I will cherish this fic forever and ever it hit all the right buttons for me.

Thank you! :D

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Prompt Post: Final Fantasy 15 #1

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