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Re: Fill: Noctis the Accursed + Bros as Daemons - The Influence of One Drop: Part 2 / ?

[(Anonymous)]

Chapter 1: Ashes of Dreams

“I guess it's going to have to hurt, I guess I'm going to have to cry, And let go of some things I've loved to get to the other side.
I guess it's going to break me down, Like fallin when you try to fly,
Sad but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye.”

Carrie Underwood

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In the long history of Eos, there is one day that would never be forgotten. The day the Lucian kingdom fell, and the birth of the daemon King. The accursed wretched soul, a monster in human form. The events of that day remained a guarded secret between four males.

Yet no one could deny the effects. On the lives of thousands that gave their life to defend the place they called home.

The once a mighty nation reduced to nothing but rubble. Suitable for nothing more than a grave and resting place of the crystal. No one dared to approach it, fearing the place was cursed by tainted magic. Only time would be its witness, shielded from the weather and any daemon who dared to approach it.

An empty husk, that had long since been abandoned. Including the King himself with his three companions, daemons in toe. Not a single hair was found amongst the carnage, not even a drop of blood. Only the scars of the battle. Weapons lodged in the ground and in perilous positions. Shreds of clothing scattered like tissue paper wafting in the wind. At the center of it all was a message. Left by the King himself, for any who dared to visit.

Telling the true story that happened over two thousands years ago, foretelling revenge on the Six. Signed with the daemon king’s true name.

Noctis Lucis Caelum


For the longest of times, not one of the four dared to move or speak. The atmosphere could be sliced with a knife, every word swallowed up by a mass void. All but the sound that none of them was expecting to hear. A high pitched cry of a child, crying out in fear and desperation.

The sound cut through the air causing the daemons spring into action, like a pack of wild animals. Snarls, grunts, the scratching of claws against stone and metal. Every little sound buried the sound of the unexpected survivor. Risked burying the human alive in rubble, extinguishing the fragile life.

It was at that moment, the royal saw the look of expectation in his friend's eyes. A silent plea shared between the blonde and brunette’s faces. Only one sprung into action, causing a frenzy as the dark haired burly man took action.

Muscles tensed summoning a blade using Noctis’ power. Only to shatter as the great sword was swung down towards a pack of flexitusk. It earned the ruler a disgruntled yell that almost drowned out the other male’s words.

“Find the child, together. I want it alive” the king spoke turning his attention to Gladio, and then to the daemons on the remainder part. There was an undertone to the male’s voice, speaking in Enochian at the same time as human. The tone was deep, thick with a sharp edge to it displaying dominance.

That was all it took to settle the beasts around them, like animals who had betrayed their owners. While it may have come as second nature the Noctis, the same couldn’t be said for his three long time companions. Prompto’s mouth opened and shut like a goldfish searching for air, Ignis’ stoic demeanor was in tatters trying to piece everything together. Then there was Gladio.

The strongest person the King knew was shaking, not from fear or anger. Something entirely different. The realization of something important. So important that even the royal himself understood himself. Once he pinpointed the source of the sound. Before Noctis realized himself, he had started running in the direction. Specifically towards the remains of what had once been a barracks. One that served as Gladio’s home and training ground, in addition to the older male’s family.

Upon their newly appointed King taking action, there was a tidal wave of movement. Small and medium sized daemons following close behind like hounds. The larger ones however, repositioned themselves to keep not only the raven haired male in their sights, but the scene that was about to play out.

Arriving at the location, Noctis slowed to a stop at the sight laid before him. The sight before the King, and his brothers in arms minutes later, was a shadow of its former self. Although the royal owned everything that stood around him and beneath him, he didn’t move. It wasn’t his place.

Every last person who wasn't able to fight should have been evacuated. There was only one person it could possibly be. Someone’s whose willpower and determination challenged Gladio’s own. The spawn of the very man she resembled, which could only mean one thing. Slowly, the violet eyes turned to the older male. Stunned with his jaw locked tight, frozen with fear, anger and something else.

The King couldn’t quite place it, but if he had to guess it was relief that he was still alive. That she was still alive against all the odds. In a low voice, Noctis ordered the daemons back to allow them space. Only then did the raven haired male allow himself to walk over to Gladio to offer his support.

Reaching out, he gripped the taller man’s shoulder. Only to find it brushed off as the dark haired male turned away. Trying to hide all emotions he was trying to express, until he hand was pulled away. If nothing was done soon, she would die. The last member of the Amicitia bloodline would be lost forever, human bloodline.

Doing what the burly man couldn’t, the King moved over to the remains of the building. Without tools and only ragged gloves to protect his hands, he began digging through the rubble. Could it have been moved with magic? Yes, but it risked endangering the life trapped beneath the stone prison.

It was slow progress alone. There wasn’t just building materials to contend with. There was bodies. Both of those who had been fleeing from the location, and those who had been inside. At the first sight of a body, Ignis had moved in to assist him in removing them. A careful eye however remained on Gladio, even with Prompto there to support him.

As the King and his advisor worked, they could hear the two conversing with each other under soft tones. A private conversation meant for the two of them, with the younger male offering support. The only one of them who knew exactly what Gladio was going through, because he had been in the same position.

Many a year ago, before the four met, long before Prompto was a citizen. A young boy had been found wounded, suffering for the Starscourge during a daemon hunt. Upon finding him, a hunter adopted him giving the child his name. Looking back, the Amicitian name would have suited him better, considering the many hours spent seeking revenge. For the gunner’s family that hadn’t been killed by daemons.

No, instead by rouges seeking to gain a quick gil from the family of engineers. The only momentos the blonde haired male had was a camera and a flintlock pistol. The weapon hung unused attached to Prompto’s belt beside the picture capturing device. The opposite side of the handgun, a gift from the King himself when he joined the Lucian army.

“Gladio, you need to strong for both of you” Prompto spoke in a soft tone, no humor or the happy demeanor could be found. There was a time and place for it. After everything that happened, he struggled to smile. The pressure in his left arm told him everything he needed to know.

The small action managed to break from the blonde’s own barriers, allowing Gladio to pulled him into his toned chest. Effectively turning into an impromptu teddy bear, offering each other support. The pressure in the blonde haired male’s arm was never released, becoming an anchor amidst the storm that was now their life.

Their future. Their oath they had sworn to the King, to be with him until the very end. If Noctis wish to live on, then it was their duty to stay by his side. No matter what he became or indeed what they became. Loyalty didn’t come into it, each of them owed the raven haired King.

No more than Gladio, from a line of sworn protectors to the royal family. Until the dark haired male’s father, Clarus, had survived an attack when their last King hadn’t. Noctis’ father had suffered a mauling, surrounded by a pack. Even the famous warrior wouldn’t have stood a chance. The young Amicitian had been there with his father, his first mission serving the crown.

The mission that lead to their family name being scorned, for surviving and returning alive. To serve and protect the new King, being no one of age to fill the role. No matter how much the officials wished for the whole family to be exiled, Noctis wouldn’t allow it. Leading to an overruling of the kingdom, putting only those whom he deemed worthy in their place.

There may have been underlying reasons why the raven haired royal had acted the way he had. No one could deny the friendship that blossomed between them. Becoming an integral part of each other’s lives, the ruler no different than a neighbour who wouldn’t leave your home. It left a n impression among the people.

If they saw what their King had become, they would be horrified. Then why wasn’t they? They only ever fended off the daemons. Hunts was rejected under the guise of drawing in more and stronger enemies to defend against. The truth was, he took pity in them. Saw the truth behind the disappearances. In each daemon he fought against he saw a person, a life stolen. Needlessly in the Astral’s eternal game of struggling to survive.

Two pairs of hands digging through the rubble soon became four. Not long after, a small child was found amongst the building materials. There was a choked breath of relief as Gladio dove forward clearing a way to free the child no older than five. Rather than crowd the child, the remaining three stepped back to allow them some space.

Instead, they watched from the sidelines as the young Amicitian was pulled free and straight into the doting father’s arms. Reduced to the King solely as Prompto and Ignis split up to search for medical supplies.

Fill: Noctis the Accursed + Bros as Daemons - The Influence of One Drop: Part 3 / ?

[(Anonymous)]

Chapter 2: Cloudy Weather

“ You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face.
You are able to say to yourself ‘I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’ ”

Eleanor Roosevelt

“Lexus speak to me” Gladio called out speaking in soothing tone, trying to stay strong for his child. Upon hearing the familiar voice, the girl’s eyes opened blearily looking up at her father. After a moment's pause, realizing it wasn’t a dream, she slung her arms around his broad neck. Desperately, she tried to put on a brave face but soon turned to tears burying her face in the familiar chest.

Tears of happiness and sadness, but not fear. Even as she caught the sight of the king violet eyes as he turned away. Nor the demonic orange glow to her father’s eyes, full of concern and fear for his child. Including the wound that had ended his life, an iron giant’s sword that had carved through him like a turkey. The wound had healed leaving behind a vicious scar in its place, a trophy of his service to the King.

When Noctis had lowered his giant, the daemon swung to kill the other male. If it hadn’t been for his shield, he would’ve been sliced in two. What he died from was internal injuries and blood loss. What now stood in their place was something that he avoided thinking out. All that mattered was that they was alive.

“D-daddy… m-” Lexus began to speak but was shushed by Gladio, rubbing her back soothingly. The moment he saw the state of the building and knew a child was alive, the soldier knew that his wife was dead. It wasn’t something he tried to not dwell on, trying to be the rock and support the young child needed.

The truth was, he couldn’t. Not for long. She still had her life left to live, was still human and no matter what wanted her to be safe. Even if that meant that he wouldn’t be the one to bring her up. In that moment, Gladio’s main concern was making sure she was alive and well. Untainted by the Starcourge and Noctis’ magic.

It didn’t take long for the young child to fall asleep in her doting father’s arms. By that point, there was no one in sight. Steadying his nerves with a slow breath, the soldier glances around looking for hints and trails of the other. A very inhuman thing to do, but the daemon part of him felt like second nature. Which is precisely the reason why he knew how much Lexus would be in danger.

The first person he could trace was Noctis, due to the magic he was expelling. Even if he sensed Ignis and Prompto only moments later, he was compelled to return to the King’s side. Their was a fear within him, that his child knew too much meaning she was a threat. Leaving two options, neither he wanted to entertain.

The calm expression on the raven haired male’s face, once he found him, was reassuring that his old self was there. Other than the sword he had summoned and enchanted with magic he was wielding in his hand. As thought it was a tool, he began writing, carving deep into the ground in the heart of city.

Wishing to avoid disrupting him, Gladio made his way over to a large slab of intact stone. Not thinking for a second about the goblins lurking around it. Sitting down upon it, he lowered Lexus into his lap holding her tightly. In that moment, the dark haired male witnessed something he never expected to see. The daemons watching in interest, tilting their heads to the side.

Rather than shoo them off, he kept an eye on them focusing his attention on Noctis working without a moment's pause. Any piece of rubble that got in his way was crushed beneath the pressure of the blade. Bodies on the other hand had been moved in advance, laid out in front of the nearby chapel.

It felt like hours passed before Ignis and Prompto joined them, when in reality it was just under fifteen minutes. With some reluctance, Gladio handed his child over to Ignis. The only one of them with any knowledge and experience in the medical field, other than the King himself.

To help fill the gap, the blonde haired male swung around sitting beside the soldier. Perched on the edge of it, he invaded the burly man’s personal space. Unlike the older male, the gunner was unfazed by the goblins. Who seemed more than happy to explore the investigate the male, turning into a climbing frame of sorts.

By the time Gladio turned to look at what Prompto was looking at, there was barely an inch of the other visible. One lay on top of his head, one on his knees and another two investigating his feet. What the gunner didn’t expect to see was the quirk of a smile at the sight, or the shove that followed. There was a flail of limbs and a cry as the blonde haired male crashed to the floor in a pile of goblins.

It was in that moment, Prompto laughed relieved that he got some response from the soldier. Even Noctis looked up with a thoughtful gaze looking between the two. While there was no reaction, there was no anger in his eyes. Despite the two clearly interrupting his work, yet neither dared to tell him he was writing upside down.

With the others distracted, it allowed Ignis to work in peace and give him the space he needed. As much a she wished there was somewhere more private to examine Lexus, there was no where safe enough.

Which lead him to setting the girl down behind a pile of rubble. The advisor had taken care to sweep the area and to make sure the pile was stable, before even considering the spot. With primitive supplies and tools he and Prompto had managed to gather, there was little he could do.

Working efficiently in silence, he examined her thoroughly whilst leaving her completely dressed. While Ignis initially had fears about missing crucial injuries, there was no tears or damp spots on her clothes to suggest any injuries. At least any he could tend to in their current position.

It became apparent rather quickly that Lexus injuries focused around her face, and more importantly her arms. The limbs was the first thing he cleaned before dressing, being as gentle as he could. Despite his best effort, she woke up in shock which turned into panic. Only when the young Amicitian calmed down did she recognise him.

“You look strange without your glasses Iggy” Lexus spoke cracking a smile, despite the pain of opening a closed wound by doing so. It was a joke, one the brunette haired male knew all too well. The day Prompto had decided to troll him by stealing them and the young girl had joined in on the venture. Including the truth behind those words, she was scared and nervous. Not of him, but perhaps the very curious iron giant peering in on them.

“Where are you hiding them this time?” the advisor replied as he finished bandaging up her arms, tying firm knots in them. Well aware of the iron giant being there due to the shadow that engulfed them. His first concern and mode of conduct was to treat Lexus, treating others in the dark wasn’t anything new to him.

The same couldn’t be said for the scraps of clothing, that he had been forced to use as gauzes and bandages. The good news was that they was doing their job, allowing what little gauzes he had to apply to her face. There had been almost nothing left. The stores had been emptied during the fight. Thus it turned into a war of attrition and the main cause of so many deaths.

Once Ignis applied what first aid he could to Lexus, he helped her back onto her feet dusting her off. With his focus being on her well being, he had almost forgotten that she didn’t respond to his question. Letting out a thoughtful hum, he crouched down to meet her eye level.

The young Amicitian’s eyes bore into his with questions, so he waited patiently for her to speak. “I… I...” she began to say but the words got caught in her throat, so she tried again clenching her hands. “I broke them” the young girl spoke in a wavering tone, a fearful edge to it. One that Ignis fully understood from three simple words.

Unfortunately it wasn’t his decision, the only one who could make that decision was Noctis. Any child would be terrified of leaving their parent after losing one. There was few grown men that Ignis knew who could witness what she had and still have the strength to stand.

Unable to find the right words, he placed a firm hand on her head straightening up. Only then did he offer her his left hand to hold. Completely forgetting the fact that it was ungloved and now gnarled with scars. The price of having up to his forehead being bitten clean off and regrown by Noctis’ magic.

Before he had chance to draw back his hand, Lexus latched onto it with both her hands to stop him. Whatever kept her from freaking out, he prayed for it. Being unable to bare the sight of it, it was the bane of his life. The sole reason he wore gloves even in bed to hide the fact. Unlike the deep scars around his neck that had, killed him. Only they was covered up for the most part by his shirt.

With an innocent smile, the young girl tugged Ignis’ hand to lead the way. Finding strength in the other, he took her back to the others. More accurately close enough for her to see Gladio and run back to him. Unlike Lexus, the advisor took his time running a hand over the deep scars around his neck.

The truth was, he couldn’t remember how he died. The width and depth did hint at the most likely perpetrator, but there was a time and place to analyze. There was also a very good chance someone else could confirm his suspicions.

All he could do for the time being was rejoin the others, taking up seat on a separate stone close by to Gladio. In addition to a pile of spiny limbs he could only assume was Prompto, from the tuft on blonde hair sticking out like a sore thumb.

Casting a glance to Gladio, he watched as Lexus curled up against him going back to sleep. The muscled arms cradling her protectively, not giving a thought for the helpless gunner. Reaching down, he pulled the younger male free and onto the stone beside him. Before the daemons got any ideas, he whipped out a knife holding it out in front of him.

Seemingly getting the message, the scurried off returning to raiding through piles of rubble. Beside him, Prompto let out a sigh of relief, checking none of his belongings was missing. Right down to his socks and shoelaces, that they seemed so interested in.

Then came the wait.

Waiting until Noctis finished the message.

When time no longer related to the span of your life, it became endless.

Lacking a purpose to keep track of it and worry about it.

Or so the three thought, how wrong they was.

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So er.. chapter 1 and 2 was one chapter.
Only it was four thousands words too long for on here.
So I split it into two as I don't have anything set up on AO3 for it yet.
Otherwise i'd happily de-anon, I decided to write this instead of setting it up.
There's probably some errors as I stayed up to finish it then had to split it up.
I hope there's nothing glaringly obvious or ruins the read.
Also forgot to remove the Re: before the fill for the last chapter sorry.

Fill: The Influence of One Drop AO3 Link

[(Anonymous)]

As promised, I've de-annoned.

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10269692/chapters/22744460

The fill so far has been transferred and new chapters will be posted on there.
If anyone would prefer to read on here, I can post on both.
Just let me know, i'm more than happy to post on here as well.