okay so, like always I kinda went I bit off track with this prompt. I guess inspiration hit me or whatever lmao
This is going to be mostly focused on the Promptis relationship but it does have established Ignoct and Gladnoc, This will only be two chapters long but I’ll add additional information at the end, when it’s finished.
No smut as of yet because plotting is hard.
Well, I hope you enjoy and sorry for any mistakes orz
The crowd was loud this morning, far too loud. It could have been that Prompto’s patience wasn’t the greatest at the moment, but it was hard to ignore the loud screams followed by cheers and people clapping. The whole idea as to why they were so excited was just disturbing. At least it was disturbing to him, as one of the many people that were about to be sold off to some unknown people or household.
It never really occurred to him that this was where his life was heading. It was probably karma that was coming back to bite him in the ass. He was bought by the auctioneers since he was relatively young, and had been working in the auction house since then. It was his job to take care of slaves that were bought by the owner. He fed them, helped with their wounds and also prepped them for when they were going to be sold. He had been doing this for years, it was one of the only things he could do. Well, he could aim a gun pretty well since he did have to scare off people that were trying to steal the merchandise.
Prompto couldn’t remember doing anything that would earn him this sort of punishment. But he had no say on this. This was it, the life he once knew was going to be gone and he was going to start a new. It was a terrifying thought. He had no idea where he was going, or who was going to buy him. He wasn’t even sure as what type of slave he was even going to be advertised at. The brutal memory of several slaves that were brought back suddenly hit him. He shivered and shook his head. It wasn’t going to be like that, no way. He was not going to end up like that, empty…dead.
The crowd outside started cheering again and Prompto felt his blood turning cold. It was his turn. He couldn’t stop shaking but he tried to put up a front. He needed to look a little bit tougher than he was. If he looked roughed up, and like a trouble maker then maybe he’ll end up being bought by people that just wanted manual labor. It was for sure something he was used to doing every day.
It was early in the morning. The sun was hardly above the horizon. A light cloud of mist was still clinging to the earth and the smell of rain was prominent. The clouds that were slowly hiding the sky looked like they were going to force the auction to end early. If Prompto was still a worker here, with weather like this he was for sure guarantee a moody boss for the rest of the day. There was nothing worst than an auction ending early. It was a waste of money and you couldn’t be sure if tomorrow the same buyers would show up.
“We can start the bidding a bit lower due to his age. But how about two-thousand gil for starters?”
Prompto took a deep breath and looked around him. One of these people were going to be buying him, maybe the woman on the right with the white dress, or the guy with the nice sweater. You could never tell anything just by looking at them. He had seen the nicest looking people getting a slave before, and once he met them again it turned out they weren’t the nicest at all. In fact, they were pretty fucking sick.
It just felt so unrealistic. He couldn’t help himself but to rub his lips on a thin line when the number started to increase. The people bidding lazily raised their hands or numbers, their eyes on the prize. It almost looked like some sort of sport or entertainment for some of them. Would they get this one or not? Would he be good or not? You could never tell, and it was so exciting for them. Maybe this time they’ll get a better slave, one that actually can do what they wish out of them. The thrill in their eyes was poisonous and Prompto couldn’t look at them in the eye.
The bidding kept going, and towards the end there were only five people left. Prompto was trying his hardest not to think about the people in front of him, but one of them was very hard to ignore. Well, two of them. He noticed them earlier but figured they weren’t going to be interested. It wasn’t until midway through the bidding that they decided to jump in. The two didn’t look like the rest of the crowd. People here liked to be flashy with their money, but they were wearing a regular black suit with little to no jewelry. But they were intimidating, very much so. The one with the glasses that was doing the bidding looked sharp and cold. The stoic look on his face never changed once as he kept outbidding everyone around him without hesitation. The other guy though, he was massive. He was a tall, wall of muscles that stretched the fabric of his suit to the limit. He was looking ahead, staring at Prompto with a smirk on his lips.