Prompt Post Round Five
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Fill 3/? Re: Gen or Ignis/Noctis- Ella enchanted au
Date: 2017-09-25 07:35 pm (UTC)“Okay,” he said, bracing himself in the schoolroom he shared with Ignis and Gladio. “Tell me to do something.”
Ignis drummed his fingers on his math book. “Give me your pencil,” he said.
Noct held his breath as the pressure to obey built, the familiar tilting feeling of nausea constricting his stomach. He flipped to the recording on his phone, and Ignis’ voice came out, tinny and loud.
“Ignore that last order.”
The pressure didn’t stop. It kept building, heavier and higher and tighter, until Noct’s head was throbbing and he could taste bile in the back of his mouth. He lurched for his pencil and smacked it on Ignis’ desk.
“Damn,” Ignis said. “Back to the drawing board.”
“I’m never gonna leave the Citadel again,” Noct moaned, collapsing on his desk. His one attempt at going to public school had led to a minor meltdown in the middle of second period. He’d run off, tripped over some poor kid with a camera, and hid in the back of the gym equipment shed before anyone found him. Since then, he couldn’t even go outside without constant supervision. He pressed his cheek to the cracked, plastic spine of his math book and sighed.
“Don’t—“ Ignis stopped. “change your name to Nigel.” Noct snorted. Ignis liked to finish accidental orders with ridiculous, useless commands.
“Will do.” Noct smiled at Ignis, who blushed faintly and smiled back, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
The door swung open, revealing Gladiolus Amicitia, all of sixteen years old and sporting the worst mullet Noct had ever seen, carrying an armload of books from the library.
“You guys spent lunch in the classroom?” he asked. He dumped his books on the desk with a grin. “Couple o’ nerds.”
“Oh, yes,” Ignis said, eyeing the book sliding off the top of Gladio’s stack. “Much worse than spending it in the library, reading… what’s that title, Noct?”
“Looks like Tempest of Love, Specs,” Noct said.
“Riveting.”
“Oh, shut up, Iggy.” Gladio fell into his chair. “Word of warning, Noct. We got the bossy tutor this afternoon.”
Noct groaned, and Ignis leaned over to pat him on the back. The tutor in question, a grim-faced former Crownsguard who still wore his uniform to work, strode through the door and tapped Noct’s desk.
“Sit up straight, your highness,” he said. Noct waited until the last possible second to obey, and Ignis made a faint sound of distress in the back of his throat. “Now. Gladiolus, open your book to page fifty-three, Ignis, page ninety. Your highness, open your book to page three hundred and six.”
“Yes, sir,” Ignis and Gladio said.
Noct dutifully opened his math book, flipped to the correct page, and set the book on the floor.
Noct was fifteen when Prompto Argentum, the blonde-haired, ganglier version of the boy Noct had run into during his first and only day of school, sat next to him at the shooting range of the arcade and beat his high score. Gladio, who’d been sitting by the vending machines with his policy briefings, immediately drifted closer, but the only threat Prompto seemed to pose was to digital monsters on the screen. Noct kept waiting for him to say something, to admit to being the kid Noct had plowed over that day by the gym, but he just laughed and lent Noct more quarters for the racing games, acting like this was the first time they’d met. Noct walked back to the Citadel that night with a new number in his phone, a disgruntled shield following at his heels, and a whole mess of security problems to answer for.
Only a select number of people knew about the curse: If word got out that the future king of Lucis would literally do what anyone ordered him to, the best case scenario would be his abdication of the crown. The worst involved people using him as a puppet king, ordering him to go to war with their allies, to bankrupt the country, to dismantle their magical wall and let Niflheim take over. So Noct was, with good reason, a shadow prince. He barely made public appearances, never took interviews, and the only time journalists got a good photo of him was when the lucky tabloid photographer shouted, “Prince Noctis, look here!”
Introducing a stranger to Noct’s life, especially one without the kind of clearance Ignis, Gladio, and a handful of Crownsguard had, was almost too much of a risk.
Still, after a thorough background check had been made and Noct was caught sighing over his phone for the third time, the king decided it was a risk worth taking. Noct started venturing out more, meeting up with Prompto at the arcade or at shitty little 24-hour diners.
Ignis and Gladio were always close by, of course. Ignis was on the fast track to becoming Noct’s advisor in truth, and Noct kept having to bat his hand away from the notes on his phone when they were out. One night, after Noct had playfully shoved Ignis out of the booth for daring to say that his own attempt at Crow’s Nest fries were infinitely better, and Ignis had laughed and walked off, claiming to be washing his hands of him, Prompto nudged Noct with his boot.
“So what’s the deal with you guys?” he asked.
“Our deal? Well, he’s a coffee junkie, and I have no shame.” Noct swiped some of Prompto’s fries to prove his point, and Prompto rolled his eyes.
“Not like that, doofus. The way you guys look at each other. You know. The mooning.”
Noct narrowed his eyes, ignoring the heat that rushed to his cheeks. “I don’t moon.”
“Dude, it’s like watching a soap opera. You’re always looking at him when he’s not looking at you.” Prompto propped his feet up on Noct’s knees. “So what’s your deal? Is it ‘cause he’s, you know, working for your dad?”
“Uh.” Noct grabbed his drink and shrugged, taking a long draft.
Prompto grinned. “Stop hiding behind your drink and tell me the truth, man.”
“Of course I like him,” Noct said, and tried to force his mouth closed. But the headache was starting to pound away again, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to throw up all over his new friend in the middle of a seedy diner, so he plunged on regardless.. “I’ve always liked him. Sometimes I think maybe it’d be better if I did abdicate, because he already knows, and he’d never be with me now because what if people think he’s taking advantage of me? Which is dumb, because he’s the…” He was shaking. He could feel the tremble in his shoulders, and the hot, humiliating sting of tears in his eyes as his traitorous mouth kept going, spilling it all out in a terrible flood. “He deserves to be with someone who isn’t a mess, Prompto. What if someone finds out, and they make me hurt him? What if they ask me to kill him? What if I, what if something happens and he isn’t there, and I’ll never—“
“Noct.”
Noct flinched at the sound of Ignis’ voice, and turned aside. A warm, slightly damp hand lay on his shoulder, and Ignis’ breath tickled his cheek.
“Tell the truth when it is your desire to do so.”
Noct covered his face with both hands, and Prompto sat up, swinging his feet to the floor.
“Noct. Dude,” he said. “You didn’t have to—“
“I believe we should go,” Ignis said.
“I’m really sorry, Prom,” Noct said. He refused to look Ignis in the eye as he slid out of the booth. “It’s not you. I swear. I’ll, uh. I’ll call you later.”
Noct still hadn’t stopped shaking when they reached the car. He piled into the backseat rather than the front, and tipped forward until he was hunched up against the back of Ignis’ seat. His lips were strangely dry, and his skin felt feverish and cool.
“I’m sorry, Ignis,” he said.
He heard the shuff of Ignis’ gloved hands sliding over the leather of the steering wheel. “So am I.”
They sat in silence for a long moment, a small bubble of stillness in the center of the city.
“It’s only fair, I suppose,” Ignis said at last, “that I speak honestly as well.”
“Ignis, no. It’s fine, you don’t—“
“I... may have loved you since we were children.” Ignis’ voice sounded strange, like he was struggling to speak around a swollen throat. “This isn’t how I would like for it to be known—I’d hoped to tell you when the curse was broken—“
“If it can be,” Noct said.
“It can.” There was a thumping sound. “It will. But Noct, I can’t bear to think that I might… That in the heat of the moment, I may give you an order unawares.”
“But you’re always aware.”
“Because I have to be.” Ignis’ breath hitched, so faint Noct almost missed it. “I can’t betray your trust on me. If you were hurt on my behalf, by my hand, I don’t think I—“
“Hey.” Noct scooted over, leaning forward so he could see Ignis’ face. Ignis hurriedly swiped a palm under his eyes, and Noct took his hand. “I trust you.”
“A terrible decision,” Ignis said.
“Nah.” Noct sat on the padded CD case between the seats, and lifted off Ignis’ glasses. They were fogged over, and when Ignis turned to him, his eyes were dark and wide and painfully wet.
Ignis closed his eyes and took an unsteady breath.
“Tell me not to kiss you,” Noct said. Ignis’ eyes flew open.
“Excuse me?”
“If I can’t trust you,” Noct said, “tell me not to kiss you.” His heartbeat felt unnaturally strong, pulsing through his entire body as he set Ignis’ glasses on the dashboard. Ignis licked his lips.
Noct leaned forward, and Ignis met him halfway. They kissed inexpertly, Noct’s teeth clashing against Ignis’ braces, the taste of bitter, medicinal chapstick on his tongue. But Ignis’ gloved hands slid through Noct’s hair, and Noct felt like he was drifting, pulling loose from his body on a warm updraft that carried him away from the city, away from the crown, away from curses and prophecies and endless orders. He smiled when Ignis drew back, then slipped, jabbing his elbow into the car horn and making them both jump.
Then they were laughing—a little hysterical, sure, but Noct thought it was a whole lot better than spilling his heart out in a diner booth—and holding each other, Ignis’ head on Noct’s shoulder, Noct’s fingers clenching on the smooth fabric of Ignis’ dress shirt. And sure, maybe there were a few tears, and maybe it was Ignis’ turn to become a shaking mess, but at least they were a mess together. At least they were there.
Like always.
Re: Fill 3/? Re: Gen or Ignis/Noctis- Ella enchanted au
Date: 2017-09-25 08:56 pm (UTC)Re: Fill 3/? Re: Gen or Ignis/Noctis- Ella enchanted au
Date: 2017-09-26 01:21 pm (UTC)Thank you! I'm glad you like the ignoct. I'm going with the Ella Enchanted rule of thumb when it comes to resistance--Noct can resist an order for maybe a few seconds at most before the curse forces him to obey.
Fill 4/? Re: Gen or Ignis/Noctis- Ella enchanted au
Date: 2017-09-26 03:30 pm (UTC)Noctis learned about his betrothal to Princess Lunafreya shortly after his twentieth birthday. He had to stop several times and reroute his path to his father’s rooms as earnest, hollow-eyed servants held up their hands and told him to “Don’t go this way, your highness.” After a while of taking circuitous paths and doubling back down hallways that took him further from where he and his father were meant to have dinner, Noct gave up, climbed out a window, and scaled the outer wall. Thankfully, Ignis and Gladio were both indisposed due to unexpected briefings, or else they would have given one of their rare orders for him to get inside before he broke his neck.
As it was, the soft breeze that slid over the sleek walls of the Citadel was almost pleasant.
He jimmied open the window to his father’s bathroom and wriggled his way inside—for once, Noct was glad he didn’t have Gladio’s muscle definition—and took a minute to straighten his hair in the mirror. When he opened the bathroom door, he jumped as his father’s arsenal of weapons appeared in midair, pointing directly at his throat.
“Dad! What the hell?”
“Oh, Noctis.” King Regis’ voice was far too calm. It was the sort of still, quiet voice he used when he’d passed over the threshold of anger and out the other side, and Noct shivered as the weapons disappeared into his armiger. “How on earth did you get here?”
“Through the window,” Noct said. “The servants kept pushing me back.”
“The win—“ The king ran a hand through his hair. “Of course. The window. Please, Noctis, sit down while I… dismiss Clarus and Cor.”
Well, he was distracted. Noct sat on the bed and brushed dirt off his hands and sleeves while soft voices spoke in the other room. When Regis came back, he attempted a smile, but it came off as more of a grimace.
“Are they dismissed?” When Regis nodded, Noct slid to his feet. The king’s face pinched in pain.
“Ah. I apologize, son. I wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s fine.” Noct walked with him through the bedroom and out into the king’s private dining room. Dinner was already served, kept warm under dish covers, but Regis didn’t seem all too eager to begin. “What’s got everyone up in arms? Literally?”
“An envoy of Niflheim arrived this morning,” Regis said. A chill ran through Noct’s skin. How did they get through the wall? The vetting process for entry to Insomnia was intensive: Surely they couldn’t’ve just walked through. “He came with an offer of peace… Well.” He gave Noct a wry look. “Peace so far as Niflheim’s standards define it.”
Instead of sitting at the opposite end of the long table, Noct carried his plates over to a spot just next to his father’s setting and pulled up a chair. His father made no protest this time, which was even more concerning than the strange chill in his voice.
“So?” Noct asked. “What are their terms?”
“That we forfeit all rights to rule beyond the Wall,” King Regis said, lifting off his plate cover. Noct stared. “And that you and… You and the Oracle Lunafreya are to be wed.”
Noct’s hands froze on his own cover. “Sorry, what?”
His father filled Noct’s water glass for him. “You heard me, Noctis. They wish for you to marry the Oracle, since the two of you did become… friends… while you were in Tenebrae.”
“But Dad,” Noct said. “You don’t even like us writing to each other.”
King Regis sighed. “Lunafreya is a kind girl,” he said. Noct busied himself with his dinner—he’d heard this speech before. “She has no reason to distrust the gods, but when she learned of what the gods have planned for you—“
“Plans you still won’t tell me,” Noct said.
“In time,” Regis said. “She sees the role they would force you to play as an inevitability. As something… glorious, even. Noble.”
Noct pushed a pile of green peppers, prepared by an ever hopeful chef, under his rice. “And it isn’t. I know.”
“I will not send you off to your…” Regis stopped, and looked Noct in the eye. “Noctis. Do not marry Lunafreya. The treaty will be signed before the ceremony is to begin, and there are ways around such things. Do you understand?”
“Dad. Did you mean to—“
“I’m sorry, Noctis, but that is an order I cannot revoke. Do you understand?”
He nodded. “I mean, It’s not like I’m thrilled anyways, but. I…”
It still stung, being given a deliberate order by his own father. He speared a piece of orange-glazed anak instead, not trusting himself to talk. He was good at keeping secrets, now. He and Ignis were still taking it slow, careful not to draw undue attention, but Noct was pretty sure Regis suspected.
“I only want you to have a full, happy life, Noctis,” Regis said. “An arranged marriage with a person who would, no matter how good her intentions, lead you both down a path to destruction, is not what I would wish for you. You will not marry her, Noctis.”
“No,” Noct said, the weight of his curse lying heavy on his tongue. “I won’t.”
“Think about it, Noct,” Prompto said three months later, as he, Gladio, Ignis, and Noctis trudged through the soft sand of Galdin Quay. “Wedding bells in the air, Princess Lunafreya in a beautiful white dress, lots of bridesmaids for me and Specs—None for the big guy—“
“Stop thinking about it,” Gladio said, and Noct let out a huff of relief.
“Someone’s just jealous.” Prompto ducked as Gladio reached over to cuff him on the shoulder, and Noct ran ahead to Ignis. Ignis had rolled up his sleeves, but hadn’t started stripping off his clothes like Gladio and Prompto, and his forehead was shiny with sweat. He gave Noct a short, tense smile, and Noct bumped their shoulders together.
“Hey,” he said. “Don’t forget. I have my orders.”
“I would hope that the king could trust you to make your own decision,” Ignis snapped, and shook out his hands. “I suppose I’m being unkind.”
“You’re just looking out for me,” Noct said. He let his hand slip down to brush Ignis’ palm, as good as a kiss on the cheek so far as their unspoken rules allowed, and climbed up the steps to the parking lot. “I guess we’ve slacked off as long as we can, huh? Time to go to Altissia.”
“Dude, try and sound a little more excited,” Prompto said. Noct glared, and raised his voice to a high, mocking pitch.
“Golly gee,” he said, “I sure can’t gosh-darn wait.”
“Noct, please.”
Noctis shrugged. “You asked for it.”
They weren’t even halfway to the docks when they ran into the worst fashion disaster to grace a ninety-four degree beach. Ignis slipped behind Noct as the man approached, drawling something about the boats being delayed, and whispered in Noct’s ear.
“I’ve seen his face before,” Ignis breathed. “You may wish to be on your guard.”
But it was too late. The man was already reaching into his pocket, withdrawing a large, silver coin. As he flicked it into the air, his eyes met Noct’s, and he smiled as he spoke one short, simple command.
“Catch.”
Noct lunged. The coin bounced off his knuckles, hit the boardwalk with a clang, and went arcing over the edge into the water. Noctis had one foot on the rail and another raised to swing himself over before anyone could think to react.
“Noct!” Gladio ordered. “Don’t do it.”
Noct closed his eyes, and slowly climbed back on the right side of the railing. Prompto was staring from him to Gladio, lips parted, confusion plain on his open face.
“Honestly,” Ignis said, brushing off his shoulders. “I know you’ve been trying to find an excuse to ruin that suit for weeks, but this isn’t even an attempt at subtlety.”
“Better than the campfire incident,” Gladio said. Prompto’s brows furrowed, clearly spotting the lie, and Ignis forced out a chuckle.
“I’m gonna look like an eight-year-old in this.” Noct tried to keep his voice light.
“Good,” Gladio said. “Maybe your bride-to-be will recognize you.”
Noct risked a glance at the man standing before them. He was watching their exchange with obvious amusement, but there was something… odd, behind his eyes. A calculating look, just like the king’s when he was trying to resolve a problem with the Council. Then he caught Noct’s gaze, tilted his head, and winked.
Dread settled into the pit of Noct’s stomach as the man spun on his heel, striding down the dock with a spring in his step and a tuneless whistle on his lips. Noct reached for Ignis’ hand, and Ignis turned to him sharply, lips pressed tight in a frown.
“Specs,” Noct whispered, soft enough for only Ignis to hear. He watched the man’s form shrink into the haze of the mid-summer heat, but his skin felt cold with fear. “He knows.”
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(Just want to add that I'm not dissing Luna here! But if Regis is trying to prevent the prophecy from coming true in this AU, his opinion of the arranged marriage is going to be complicated.)
Re: Fill 4/? Re: Gen or Ignis/Noctis- Ella enchanted au
Date: 2017-09-27 02:31 pm (UTC)Re: Fill 4/? Re: Gen or Ignis/Noctis- Ella enchanted au
Date: 2018-05-24 12:11 am (UTC)This is really good, I hope it continues someday!