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Prompt, write, draw, comment, and most importantly have fun!
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UPDATE 3/2/2017: Per the Rules thread: Do not hijack prompts. If someone posts a prompt for one pairing, don't comment to say "I want to see this for [other kink]" - post your own prompt for the other kink). To that end, if you are unclear on a prompter's kinks/DNWs, please feel free to ask about them. If you ask about kinks/DNWs or to clarify a prompt, you are in no way obligated to fill it.
Additionally: Do not repost prompts from the previous round in their entirety. By this we mean copying and pasting prompts without any changes. If you see a similar prompt to a prior prompt, that is not a repost. Obviously prompts that are reposted per the above rule do not count either. (After all, they will be similar but not the same.)
ROUND TWO IS NOW CLOSED FOR PROMPTS!
Go ahead and keep on filling away, we will open up round three for prompts at 0000 EST, Saturday April 22, 2017.
Fill: Whispers 3/3 Re: Noctis/gladio, noctis/ignis or ot4, HC bros witness noct putting the ring on
(Anonymous) 2017-03-13 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)“S—stop,” he croaked, blinking back the burn in his eyes. It had been ten years since he had been forced to use Alterna. In Zegnautus Keep… he had been so alone, withdrawn from humanity, and he had submitted to the Ring. He had given himself as fully as one human could do to the Ring without...without— “I’m….I’m okay.”
He was anything but /okay/.
Alterna always hurt, but it had never hurt like /that/. Never had it felt like the blood and marrow was boiling, his flesh stripped right from the bone. It had hurt, Noctis remembered…. But not like that.
Noctis felt two sets of hands remove themselves from his body, though another stayed firmly grasping him, holding him so delicately within such big hands. He didn’t need to look up to know those were Gladio’s hands.
After collecting himself, Noctis noticed that he was nearly naked and they were no longer inside the underground station. They were outside of the city, back at the camp right at the border between Lucis and Insomnia.
“We thought it best to retreat… to care for your wounds away from the daemons. They were… they were persistent.”
Noctis tried to nod, but it was difficult to move his head. The first time he had used Alterna he had been all by himself, fighting against the Gargantua. His friends were gone, it had been days inside the Zegnautus Keep with only Ardyn’s taunts and Prompto’s imaginary coattails to keep him company.
That and the Ring’s whisper—
Noctis jerked and bucked in Gladio’s arms, scrambling to raise his right hand to his face, but he…. It wasn’t there.
“I got it, Princess,” Gladio said from above him, and Noctis stilled. It had been… it had been so long, since before Altissia, since Gladio had called him that. “Don’t worry about the Ring. I’ve got it.”
Noctis swallowed, noting the tightness at his throat. Prompto seemed to immediately notice and pulled the small water satchel from his waist. He and Ignis were crouching around him while Gladio had Noctis on his lap. He whispered something to Iggy as he leaned forward and pressed the bottle to Noctis’s mouth, but Noctis was far too preoccupied by the water.
“Sorry about the taste. There’s… there’s not a lot of places you can get fresh water. We’ve been putting it into the arsenal for a while.”
Noctis swallowed down the water greedily, unable to control his parched throat or the feeling of the coolness. Taste didn’t matter because all he could taste was his own blood.
“Don’t drink too much, you’ll make yourself sick,” Gladio urged, and Noctis nearly cried when Prompto pulled away the lip of the satchel.
Ignis let out a shuddered breath and Gladio’s hands around him tightened ever so slightly, and Noctis felt immeasurable at not being able to have more control.
“Noct... you scared us back there.”
Noctis turned his head into Gladio’s chest. “Yeah,” he replied. He just needed a moment to pull himself together.
“Prom, get a blanket from the tent. It’s cold—”
Noctis shook his head. “Can we... just… go inside?” Noctis knew that nothing would ever take them back to the time before, the time when the sky was scattered with the glowing embers of a million stars, but the inky blackness… It was too much. If he could just stare up at the tent, he could pretend… just for a moment. Just… just until it stopped /hurting/.
When he had gone into the Crystal, Gladio had still been angry with him, and Noctis couldn’t blame him. He had been angry with himself, angry with the world, angry that everything had unfolded the way it had. But ten years, starved of touch, of comfort…
If this was one of the last night’s he had with them…
Gladio was gentle in picking him up, his entire body aching from the magic and the Ring. It was more of a comfort than Noctis could have ever put into words to not have the weight of the Ring around his finger. It always felt more like it was around his neck, pulled tight like a noose. His feet were always dangling on the edge, and soon.
Noctis slammed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to think of this. No, not right now.
“Iggy… do you think you can cook something? Noct, you think you can eat?”
Noctis resisted the urge to say no. If he wanted his energy to return, if he wanted to take on Ardyn, he would have to do it. So he nodded as Gladio put him down on one of the blankets.
The tent fluttered in the icy breeze as Ignis took his leave, Prompto following only after tucking a blanket around Noctis’s shoulders. He was able to give Prompto a small smile, which he returned.
Noctis tried to pretend like he couldn’t see the red rimming Prompto’s eyes.
After a moment, Noctis turned to Gladio, noting that the man was still kneeling next to him. He could see Gladio’s face in the hint of the nearby firelight, the way his eyes were staring so intently on him. It felt like he was being inspected, like a bug under a microscope. Noctis tried to raise his hand to rub at his neck, but his hands felt like lead. It fell limply at his side.
“Hey, hey,” Gladio muttered as he leaned over Noctis, “what do you need?”
“Just… stop looking at me like that.”
Gladio’s confusion morphed quickly to something Noctis had never seen on his Shield’s face. He regretted his words instantly.
“Fuck, Noct… I… I didn’t know.”
Noctis closed his eyes. “Yeah, I know you didn’t.”
Noctis had always known the price of the ring, and so had Gladio; they both had watched it change his father. Regis, once so strong and powerful… a husk, a shell, the broken vestiges of a king.
Even knowing that, even after having watched his father slowly die to give power to the Wall, Noctis hadn’t understood until he had felt the ring on the bed after Altissia. He had felt it pulling him; it wanted him, it wanted everything of him…
“The arsenal?”
Noctis opened his eyes and looked to Gladio, realizing that the man was perfectly still except for his hands.
“It wasn’t so bad. The… the Armiger was worse.”
Gladio sighed. “That’s why you didn’t wanna use ‘em.”
Noctis said nothing.
“Shit. The magic?”
Noctis nodded and Gladio barked out a laugh that was somewhere between a howl and snarl.
“And you never said anything? Never told us that using this shit hurt you? It’s my /job/ to keep you safe—”
Gladio’s voice made Noctis’s ear ring and he winced.
Gladio snapped his mouth shut and then, “I… I’m supposed to keep you safe. I can’t… I can’t keep you safe.”
“No, you can’t.” Noctis knew his words were harsh, but he needed Gladio to understand. He needed this. “This is something you can’t protect me from, Gladio. Your dad couldn’t do it, your grandfather couldn’t do it. No one can.” Keeping his voice controlled was harder than he thought, and Noctis coughed loudly.
Gladio grabbed his own water satchel and unscrewed the top, lifting it to Noctis’s mouth.
After a moment of drinking, Noctis pulled his mouth away. “Th—thanks.”
His friend didn’t reply, instead pulling up one of his knees, wrapping his arm around it. Noctis knew it was best to allow Gladio to come to his words on his own time… otherwise it would just end in a massive fight, like the last time they tried to talk.
Finally, Gladio broke the silence. “It’s always been my job to protect you.” The firelight from outside shifted as an especially hard gust of wind blew against the tent. “How… how am I—”
/How am I supposed to let you die?/
Noctis could see the words on Gladio’s face, and he didn’t want to hear them.
“You… you let me bring back the dawn.” Noctis needed to be strong, because if his Shield was near breaking, he knew nothing would be able to hold them together. He was just so tired. He wanted this all, this whole world of ruin, to be over. All of the pain, all of the pulling of the Ring… “Let me be selfish, Gladdy.”
“Huh? Selfish?” Gladio reached down and pulled Noctis’s face into his arms. It was amazing that for a man who was so powerful how he could hold Noctis like he was a fragile piece of glass. And Noctis knew Gladio was right—he was a piece of glass; broken and sharp in places, ready to rip apart flesh. In others, he was smooth and peerless… and in others… he was just dust of something broken that could not be repaired.
“Yeah… making you guys go with me… making you wait.”
Gladio smelled like firewood, earth, and the musk of sweat and a hard life lived. Burying his head into Gladio’s shoulder, Noctis allowed himself to /feel/.
“Noct, no… I’m sorry. I pushed you, I didn’t… I didn’t know. I was angry and I needed you to be a king… I needed you to give me a duty.” Gladio’s arms were warm and fit around his body so easily. He felt like he did when he was a teenager again, where Gladio would pick him up and spin him around just to show how strong he was. Then, Noctis had gotten angry at being treated like a weight, but now… Now those times, those moments eternalized Gladio as he wanted to remember him. This moment… this was what Noctis wanted to remember.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be the king you needed,” Noctis scratched out, feeling the sob wracking his sore, aching body. It hurt to cry, it hurt to /breathe/. “I—I’m sorry I wasn’t… I wasn’t better.”
“Don’t. Just… No, Noct.” Gladio pulled away and ran his thumbs under Noctis’s eyes. “Don’t blame yourself.”
Yet here Gladio was, blaming himself. “Hypocrite,” he choked, and Gladio’s face crumbled.
“Yeah, I am.” Gladio rubbed his finger against Noctis’s gaunt cheeks down to his beard, then back again in smooth circles. “We’re… we’re a fucking mess, aren’t we?”
Noctis snorted his tears. “Can say that again, big guy.”
Gladio’s eyes were shining and it pulled at something inside of Noctis and he had to look away, but Gladio pulled his head down. He pressed a kiss to Noctis’s forehead, his beard a comforting scratch against his nose. It was like those days so long ago, when they would just curl up in each other’s arms after a day of monster fighting. That summer of searching for the Royal Arms, before the sun was eaten by the Daemons…
“I… You know I love you, right?”
Gladio swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Noctis felt something wet splash against his forehead and he used all the strength he had to awkwardly wrap his arms around Gladio.
“Yeah. I know.”
“Good.”
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Hey, OP! I hope you are okay where I ended it! This kind of ties into another one of my stories so I am going to put it on my AO3 when I edit it! I hope you don't mind! I will link it when I have it all edited.
I hope you enjoyed it, nonny!
Re: Fill: Whispers 3/3 Re: Noctis/gladio, noctis/ignis or ot4, HC bros witness noct putting the ring
(Anonymous) 2017-03-13 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Whispers 3/3 Re: Noctis/gladio, noctis/ignis or ot4, HC bros witness noct putting the ring
(Anonymous) 2017-03-13 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)