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 Welcome to Round Two of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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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.

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Fill: 11/? Re: Gladio/Noctis - war prize AU

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis--Formerly the wild mage of Lucis, formerly Noctis Lucis Caelum--had never drowned before, but he was fairly sure he knew what it felt like. Sometimes, when he woke in the night to the stench of burning flesh and the tight heat of fire, he would wake fully, panting and desperate, to drag himself back to the world. But other nights, he only half woke, and lay trapped in a thick fog, throat constricting, chest struggling to rise against a heavy pressure in his lungs. Lately, his questing fingers would find the cool metal of the stasis collar, and he would cling to it like a lifeline. It was a reminder of who he was, now. Who he no longer had to be.

That morning, as Noctis gasped himself awake on the heels of a familiar vision, his hands pressed against soft skin at the hollow of his throat.

Panic seized him. He rolled to his side, taking deep gulps of air, pushing his fingers along the line of his jaw in search of the now-familiar collar. It wasn't there. He stared unseeing into wallpaper he didn't recognize, and forced himself to focus. Citrus. The scent of flowers--Gladiolus. For a man who cut his eyeteeth on a broadsword, he had a fondness for faint, floral scents. Fussy, Ignis would have called it, but it was almost pleasant, really. Organic, but without the reminder of decay.

Above that scent was the ground-in dust of the Leville. He turned his gaze to the window and winced. How late was it? Hell, he was due a bucket of water to the face any minute now.

Except it didn't come. He waited a moment, arms wrapped tight in the covers of Gladio's bed, but all he saw was the steady crawl of light from the window, following the sun. Finally, he rolled onto the floor and stripped off the nightmare tunic. The signing wasn't until the afternoon--maybe he was being left alone until then.

Then why was the collar gone?

Low voices sounded in the other room. Gladiolus, and... Someone he knew. Noct dragged a hand through his hair and stepped into the suite reception room, his free hand pressed tight to his neck.

Ignis Scientia rose from his seat at King Gladiolus' side.

They aren't your equals any longer, the man who had trained him in the proper protocols had said, before he was to be sent to the enemy as a prize. Don't insult them by refusing to acknowledge your new place in the world. He obeyed that voice involuntarily, now, knees buckling. Ignis lunged forward.

"Noct, please." Firm hands gripped his shoulders, dragging him up, and Ignis drew him to his feet in an unsteady stumble. "Not to me. Not here."

"Not again, if I can help it." Gladiolus looked up at Noct with something that seemed worryingly like regret, but he barely had time to register it. Ignis pulled him into his arms, digging at his hair and lightly brushing the scars of his naked back. A shudder ran through his former advisor and friend, and Noct returned his embrace, gentling him with a hand at the nape of his neck.

"Gods, Noctis," Ignis said. His voice was muffled against his shoulder. "Forgive me. I couldn't stop them from sending you away, I couldn't stop any of it..."

"Ignis, it's fine." It wasn't, it never would be, but he hated the quaver in his friend's voice. "But why are you here? The stasis collar, where did it--"

"I removed it." Gladio's voice was strangely short. "Take it as a sign of trust. Don't make me regret it, Prince Noctis."

Noct flinched. "I'm not--"

"You are." Gladio's eyes had the same cast they had when he'd removed Noct's jewelry the night before. Not pity--Noct didn't think he could handle that--more like remorse. Sorrow.

Noct drew back from Ignis' hold. "Yesterday, I was calling you Master," he said, and Gladio winced. "Why would you--"

"I called your former advisor in for a second perspective," said the young king. "He says your story warrants investigation. I've passed requests down the line to my Intel department: There's no way an operation the size you described could go off without leaving a trail. Oil needs a supplier. Suppliers need trade routes and contacts. And agents never work alone." He placed his hands on his knees and leaned forward. "No one is untouchable, Noctis. If Drautos is the one behind all this, we'll find enough evidence to bury him."

Noct tried to make sense of this. When he'd broken at last, the night before, he'd expected Gladiolus to spit the words back in his face. To laugh. Not to treat him so, so gently, more than he deserved. Not to believe him. Noct hadn't even told the entire truth to Ignis, but an enemy king... He felt a laugh welling up in his throat, and cool hands touched his chest.

"It's too much at once, I know." Ignis' voice was kind, achingly so. "Let me help you dress. His Majesty sent for coffee; You'll feel more of the thing, then."

"Still looking after me, huh?" Noct said.

"Always." Ignis scooped up a bundle of black cloth. "Steady, Your Highness."

Noct knew he didn't really need the help. Ignis just stayed there, cool and composed as ever, waiting for him to finish. He'd been the only true grounding presence in Noct's life for the past two years. The only one who said "highness" in a tone that didn't ring hollow, who met his gaze and didn't look away. Noctis slipped on the provided clothes in such a daze that he didn't realize they were in Lucian black until he was fastening the buttons of his jacket.

"I know it's a little tall for you," Ignis said, from his seat at the window. "But it's the best I could find on short notice."

Noct stared down at the soft black cloth under his fingers, and felt the hot sting of tears in his eyes.

"Don't worry about it, Specs," he said. "It looks fine."

Re: Fill: 11/? Re: Gladio/Noctis - war prize AU

[(Anonymous)]

I-Ignis!! I'm crying, a!anon! This is so good ;-;

Re: Fill: 11/? Re: Gladio/Noctis - war prize AU

[(Anonymous)]

Why do I read this story and want it to end with Ignis/Noct?

Re: Fill: 11/? Re: Gladio/Noctis - war prize AU

[(Anonymous)]

*pterodactyl screeching* .... *sobbing*

SO MANY FEEEEEEELS ;_;