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ffxv_kinkmeme Welcome to Round Two of the FFXV Kink Meme!
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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.
CLOSED for prompts | OPEN for fills
Please have a look at the extended rules here.
The important rules in short:
- Post anonymously.
- Negative comments on other people's prompts (kink-shaming, pairing-bashing etc.) and personal attacks of any kind will not be tolerated.
- Don't be an asshole.
- One prompt per comment. Warnings for common triggers and squicks are encouraged, but not required.
- Prompts should follow the format: Character/character, prompt.
- Keep prompts to a reasonable length; prompts should not be detailed story outlines.
- Fills should have the word "Fill:" at the start of the subject line.
- Otherwise please avoid changing the subject line.
Please direct any questions or report any problems to the Ask a mod post.
Prompt, write, draw, comment, and most importantly have fun!
(You can also check out our Pinboard for Filled or Unfilled prompts)
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: Black Chrysanthemums [2/?]
Date: 2017-03-31 04:37 pm (UTC)***
They almost made it to the edge of the city by dawn, uninterrupted, even with supply stops, when they were confronted by the warlord’s lackeys.
“Brother, brother, why did we stop?” the princess felt her feet touch the ground and the unmistakable hum of summoning magic. A fight.
“Run now! Get away from here!” she did as she was told, understanding the gravity of the situation.
The young warrior ran forward, unsheathed his katana and slashed into the closest enemy. It wasn’t the cleanest cut due to his inexperience, but his opponent crumpled to the ground. He turned, narrowly blocking another attack from his left, the clash of metal reverberating through the air. Pushing back with enough force to stagger the attacker, he slashed downward, blood spilling from the lackey’s wound.
Holding her skirt, she held a hand out in front, ensuring she didn’t run into everything. The princess felt dirt against her feet, acknowledging that there had to be a path into the surrounding forests somewhere. It seemed that she didn’t cover a lot of distance, when she felt a rough hand grab her by the hair. She screamed in surprise, her brother looking towards her direction in concern.
Taking advantage of the distraction, the enemy cut her young brother down and it felt as if time stood still. She heard the sound, clear as day, a sickening sound of metal slicing through flesh. Gasping, she thought about her humble family and how they were not prepared for an attack, how they had a false sense of security.
How they treated their subjects kindly.
How they did everything to shelter her from the world. How she was powerless to defend herself. Defend them.
“There are always those who want power.” She recalled her oldest brother saying. “But the Gods have always smiled down on the royal family.”
Fury welling up in her heart, the princess yelled angrily up at the heavens, kicking at her assailant as he dragged her away.
“I swear revenge! I swear revenge on my enemies! I demand an appearance!”
It seemed one of the Six had answered her call.
A loud crack and a blinding light split the sky apart. She squeezed her sensitive eyes shut. A sudden torrential downpour started as she heard the wind howl violently. Laughing maniacally, she felt a white hot heat engulf the ground, hearing the screams of her enemies as she was let go. Lightning. She wept, rainwater mixing with the tears on her face.
“Raijin…” she whispered into the morning light.
***
“Which one of the Six is Raijin, father?” asked the curious prince.
“We know Him today as Ramuh, the Fulgurian, sharp as Lightning. The Astrals have had different forms and names throughout time.”
“Sounds unnecessary.”
The king smiled.
***
She felt as if her body was weightless, like she was drifting in an endless sea. The world was still as dark as the day she had her sight robbed from her and she thought herself dead until she heard a voice.
“Young one of the Lucis Caelum lineage, you must reclaim your stolen birthright. Such an outcome was not foreseen. But man is unpredictable as he is foolish.”
“Lucis Caelum…” she repeated, “That is not the name I know.”
“But it is yours all the same. You are one of many descended.” The disembodied voice replied.
“I only wish to avenge my family. My honour swears on it.” She had little care for titles, she felt as if she had her brother’s blood on her hands still.
“You will see that what is intended for you will align with your goals.”
“So be it.” She hissed bitterly.
Gasping, she woke up, feeling her surroundings. Under her hands were plants, long stalks with a feathery top.
‘A wheat field. Must be outside the city. I don’t remember there being wheat fields nearby.’ She dusted herself off, with a clear conscience.
She knew what to do, the being who spoke to her in a dream made itself known as The Dragon King had instructed her to first find Masamune, the greatest Swordsmith in the world, gather allies, retrieve a crystal and her father's ring. Feeling the weight of her brother’s dagger tied to her belt, she released it and allowed herself one more tear.
‘Thank you for taking care of me. I will take matters into my own hands now.’
Part of her wanted to wither away and let loss consume her, but she could not rest until she brought her family’s murders to justice. The fire burning in her heart was far stronger than her grief. Taking the dagger, she sliced her chignon off, the hair falling around her. Feeling the wind and the sun at her back, she gained her bearings and started towards the forest that the Swordsmith was sure to reside in.
Knowing she was being guided by the same Gods who had not intervened in the deaths of her family, she felt anger and uncertainty in her path. Her foot caught a branch and she fastened a cane out of it.
***
“She would not call for their help, as her hope had wavered- Noctis?”
The king, noticing that his son was asleep, placed his hand in his raven hair, ruffling it gently as he pulled the covers over the small body.