Prompt Post Round Six
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Re: Gen/any, bad end Noct
Date: 2017-11-24 04:23 am (UTC)Re: FILL: 1/9 Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings
Date: 2017-11-24 04:28 am (UTC)Lunoct, their kid was born without the use of their legs
Date: 2017-11-24 05:12 am (UTC)I never see fics like this. Ever. So I thought I might prompt one. Noctis and Luna get to live, marry each other, and have a kid (they can have multiple kids, but I would like for the focus to be on the one...) that can't use their legs. They've been in a wheelchair almost all of their life.
Would like to see how Noctis creates a special bond with them, having spent time in a wheelchair at a young age (and bonuses if he still has leg troubles and needs braces/canes) and encourages them to know that not being able to walk won't hold them back. Would also like to see Luna's side and how she might be a bit upset with herself for not being able to heal her child's legs like her own mother had done for Noctis, but still being super loving and supportive. If the kid has siblings, they don't treat him or her any differently than they do each other.
noctis + any- sick day
Date: 2017-11-24 05:18 am (UTC)- cor would be my fav choice but i'm okay with anyone
- noctis with fever filled nightmares of the attack
- papa bear regis guilt for not being able to take care of his son
Re: FILL: 1/9 Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings
Date: 2017-11-24 05:26 am (UTC)Pre-Relationship Promptis? During road trip?
Date: 2017-11-24 07:04 am (UTC)Person C: *opens the door* I’m back!
Person A & B: *glaring at each other*
Person C: Oh no, are they fighting again?
Person A: YOUR EYES BRING ME BACK TO EARTH AND MAKE ME REALIZE LIFE WITHOUT YOU WAS MEANINGLESS!
Person B: WELL YOUR SMILE IS ALL IT TAKES FOR ME TO WANT TO LEAVE EVERYTHING BEHIND JUST TO BE BY YOUR SIDE!
Person D: they’ve been hanging a “compliment the shit outta me” contest for three hours and they realized they are both great at it
Person C: Jesus fuck, just fuck already
Now A & B are clearly Noctis and Prompto, C is obviously Ignis and D is Gladio who had been watching them for said past three hours and thinks the whole thing is fucking hilarious. And if Promptis really does end up taking their challenge to the other room, all the better. :D
Gen, de-aged noct in pitioss
Date: 2017-11-24 07:23 am (UTC)+ respawn points are the dungeon reviving Noct from dying; lil Noct getting fucked up from dying again, and again, and again, and again, and ag-
++ Iggy, Gladio and Prom going into the dungeon after several days of Noct being in there to save him; being shocked to find him halfway through the dungeon, 8 years old, physically unharmed, and terrified
Re: The Ardynpool AU
Date: 2017-11-24 07:43 am (UTC)Re: Ardyn have a love advice site
Date: 2017-11-24 07:43 am (UTC)Re: AU sad crazy hermit Ardyn
Date: 2017-11-24 07:52 am (UTC)Re: FILL: 1/9 Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings
Date: 2017-11-24 11:37 am (UTC)Okay, what I mean is I already love it so much. You've really put thought into the details and the worldbuilding, and how things would look from the Niflheim point of view. As you can probably tell from the prompt, I'm super into stuff where you get a look at how things seem from the opposite perspective. I'm just going to list stuff I love:
Seriously, this is amazing.
Re: FILL: 1/9 Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings
Date: 2017-11-24 12:17 pm (UTC)Beats.
Beeeeeeeeeans.
They're going to bond over their loathing over these things, aren't they? XD
Re: FILL: 1/9 Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings
Date: 2017-11-24 12:18 pm (UTC)Noctis/Any, non-con sounding
Date: 2017-11-24 12:22 pm (UTC)Even though I know this will probably never be filled. If you don't ask, the answer is always no, amirite?There can be more "traditional" forms of rape happen to him as well, as long as whoever it is (not a canonical "good guy," ie, no bros, Cor, Nyx etc) uses a sounding rod in a vary much not consenting Noct's dick.
Re: Noctis/Any, non-con sounding
Date: 2017-11-24 12:29 pm (UTC)+1
Iedolas Aldercapt's fall into madness
Date: 2017-11-24 12:39 pm (UTC)https://youtu.be/sVbYgJ5FngI
So...the emperor wasn't really all that evil! He was just doing what he though he had to do to save his own people, classic wrong thing for the right reason, with Ardyn pulling all the strings. So I would like to see a character study on him, how he watched helplessly as his citizens starved and froze to death, how he hated having no choice but to trust this hobo who came out of nowhere with more knowledge about daemons than centuries worth or research ever collected, how the combined forces of desperation, Ardyn's influence, old age, and eventually contracting the scourge slowlynover tho course of a decade drove Iedolas (who I firmly believe was once a good ruler and decent human beeing) insane.
Noctis - Ardyn is a sadistic 'midwife'
Date: 2017-11-24 01:57 pm (UTC)Of course, he isn't going to 'help' without making the entire experience even more awful than it already is, taking joy in pressing down hard on Noctis' stomach, prolonging the labor or anything else he can think of.
Any bro pairing, fem, mpreg, I got no preference. Though would prefer if mpreg, Noctis be intersex.
+++would prefer the baby to not get killed, but will leave it up to filler
+++++++Noctis screaming, begging, trying to fight Ardyn away, but he can't do anything in his condition
+++++++++++delivering a big baby - the labor already being difficult even without Ardyn's interference
Re: FILL: 1/9 Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings
Date: 2017-11-24 03:09 pm (UTC)Worldbuilding is my favorite part of writing and getting to throw so much STUFF into this fill is making me happy. I'm about ten minutes away from inventing a Niflheimir language. Thank you for prompting this, because I haven't been hit by a writing bug like this in a long time!
FILL: 2a/9 Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings
Date: 2017-11-24 03:57 pm (UTC)When breakfast is through he sends Loqi to check on the MTs. He hopes they’ve been treated decently. They have no true consciousness, but they do respond to stress and pain, and Ardyn has never been one to let those serving him suffer unnecessarily.
He bathes and dresses while he waits for Loqi to return. Aranea helps him with the brace for his hip that he can conceal beneath his trousers, and with the fastenings of his formal clothing. There are fewer layers than yesterday but his jacket has more buttons on it than Ardyn really prefers.
When Loqi returns, he has Ignis in tow, and his anger is barely contained. Ardyn knows how fast Loqi can move when he’s angry, but the blind man seems barely winded and is only a half-step behind the general. Ardyn wonders if there is some magic of the Lucian kings that makes him able to keep up with the sighted. If so, it would go some way towards explaining why they cared so little for the physical injury.
“Whatever is the matter?” Ardyn asks, sitting up from the chair he’d been curled in.
“The MTs are running out of charge,” Loqi informs him with no preamble. “There’s no power supply for them.”
With no charge, the MTs’ armor will become immobile rather quickly. They don’t need to move, not the way living beings do, but Ardyn knows that they find it distressing all the same.
The advisor bows precisely when Ardyn stands to face him. The man’s better eye nearly makes contact with Ardyn’s, drifting only slightly to his left. Ardyn wonders if it could still be healed; it looks as though the eye itself is still intact, if heavily scarred on the cornea. The other half of his face may be a lost cause but Ardyn could at least try.
He will not be offering such a service now, however. He has his own attendants to consider before he wastes energy on Prince Noctis’s. “I must insist that appropriate charging stations are provided immediately.”
Ignis lifts his remaining eyebrow. “Surely they can be stored until they are sent back to Niflheim?”
“That is not an option,” Ardyn insists. Stored, as though they were only machinery. Is that how the Lucians treat their animals? He cannot believe it is how they treat their servants. “Not to mention, they are not to be sent back.”
Ignis frowns, very slightly. “I assure you, your Highness, you’ll be well protected by the Crownsguard. There’s no need for MTs here.”
“Crownsguard or not, I shall require attendants,” Ardyn reminds him. MTs are not good company, but they are competent, and it suits Ardyn better to have them running his petty errands than to interact with this man more than he must, servant to the Crown though he may be. “Please see to it.”
Ignis’s better eye narrows, but he bows slightly. “Of course, Prince Ardyn. Allow me to make some calls. I’ll report back later in the day.”
“I shall expect you,” Ardyn says. “Please go at once.”
The advisor makes a quick retreat, shutting the door carefully behind him, and Ardyn is left to his own devices for the rest of the morning. He has no wish to go wandering around the palace making a fool of himself, but likewise, he has little to do aside from think.
Ardyn never expected to marry for love. Indeed, he never expected to marry at all. He has been more than happy for his adult life with the occasional friend-turned-lover and attractive half-stranger, and no ties of this kind weighing him down. It was why he had been such an attractive proposition when it came time for Lucis and Niflheim to make their accords. He would break no hearts and lose no political goodwill. Instead, Niflheim could offer a well loved son, a learned leader, a gift with no strings attached.
And what did they get in return? Lucis’s heir, a callow youth with no heart in him, Ardyn has heard him described. Having met him, yes, that description seems apt. It’s not what he would have chosen for himself, had he ever thought to make the choice. A fiery woman like Aranea, he can imagine. Someone who would flatly refuse to bear him heirs and bring the wild of winter hunts into their bedroom. Perhaps a man, a fellow scholar, romantic and kind with poetry on his lips. He can even imagine himself with a younger partner, someone to bring light and laughter into his life and relieve the weight of his work.
But instead, he has Prince Noctis, son of a man who sold his own soul for power, raised to seal his own fate the same way. It’s no wonder the country cares so little for life and limb when it has such men at its helm.
These thoughts occupy him, on and off, for much of the morning. Aranea comes to discuss his life choices with him more times than is helpful. Loqi plays target practice with Ardyn’s hair and bits of balled-up paper for about half an hour before Ardyn tells him in no uncertain terms to amuse himself elsewhere.
He can hear them speaking in low, angry tones from the receiving room. He hopes they are not speaking about him, but suspects that they are. Such a thought is unfortunately not hubris in his position. He has no real desire to know what they are saying, however, and instead he stares out his enormous window.
His dismal mood is interrupted by a knock on the door around noon. He lets Aranea get it, not wishing to interact with anyone, even whatever servant they sent up with lunch. He is somewhat surprised when he hears her say, “Ignis.”
“I’ve brought lunch. Prince Noctis asks if he may call on Prince Ardyn this afternoon,” Ignis’s smooth Tenabraen accent comes from the receiving room. “He’s most anxious to meet with him.”
“I’ll ask his Highness,” Aranea says. She’s never been given to the flowery language of the court. “Give me a minute.”
Aranea knocks and enters the bedroom in one motion. “Your prince actually wants to talk to you,” she says. “Are you going to let him?”
Ardyn considers refusing. It would be a small way of establishing some control over the situation. But it would be only an illusory control, and he would have to listen to Aranea’s pointed comments for the rest of the day. “Very well,” he says. “It would be good to stretch my legs. And I shall ask him directly about the MTs.”
Aranea nods, and goes to inform the advisor. Ardyn thinks he catches a flash of approval in her expression.
The young prince arrives at Ardyn’s rooms an hour later, dressed casually in a fitted shirt and jeans. Ardyn finds this suits him better. If it weren’t for the relentless black of his clothing and the elaborate skull printed on his shirt, he might even be appealing.
“Ardyn,” he says in greeting. Ardyn doesn’t mind the lack of title, exactly, but he does wish the prince had asked his leave. “I wondered if you’d like a tour of the Citadel? Just to, you know, get out of the room for a while?”
“I would enjoy nothing more, Prince Noctis,” Ardyn lies through his teeth.
The prince offers Ardyn his arm, and Ardyn takes it. He would rather not, but he doesn’t think his leg will stand for much of a walk without support, and he doesn’t particularly want to get out his cane. When the prince leads him into the hallway, Ardyn finds that instead of the advisor and Shield, as he’d expected, only the prince’s little blond sycophant is attending them.
“Hi, Prince Ardyn!” the boy chirps. Ardyn nearly rolls his eyes at the ingratiating smile pasted on his face.
“This is Prompto,” Prince Noctis says. “Gladio and Ignis are busy, but I asked him to come along.”
“Of course. A pleasure,” Ardyn says with a smile. The boy achieves good posture long enough to bow, and then slides back into his easy slouch.
“So, where do you want to see?” Prompto asks him. “We figure we better show you the throne room and the dining room, and we can swing by the gym after that. The Kingsglaive should be training around then. Iggy said you were worried about the security, so I figure, you’d probably like to see that, right?”
Iggy? Ignis. Nicknames. The boy had better not try giving Ardyn one. “I have the highest confidence in your security,” he tells them both. “I’m merely concerned for my attendant Magitek units. I had hoped to ask, Prince Noctis, if you’d found a way to charge them.”
Prince Noctis frowns slightly. “I think Iggy was working on that, yeah,” he says. “Something about not having the right kind of power supply.”
“I can go have a look at ‘em too, if you want,” Prompto offers. “I’m pretty good with that kind of machinery.”
“Niflheim machinery?” Ardyn asks mildly.
The boy stiffens, and nods. “I’ve had a couple chances to work with it, yeah.”
It’s odd, but Ardyn thinks he almost recognizes his face for a moment. Something about his nose, the curve of his jaw - but then, no, it’s gone. Ardyn sighs at himself. It’s just because the boy is Niflheimir, he’s sure. He’s so eager to find something familiar here.
“Then I am sure they’d be happy to have your attention,” he says. “Thank you.”
Prompto smiles, a little nervously. “No problem.”
Prince Noctis leads them from the living quarters down to the throne room, first, matching his pace to Ardyn’s. It’s very polite of him. He lets Ardyn stop at every painting or interesting window they pass, and while he doesn’t seem to know much about the histories, he does know at least the name of each pictured King and where they sit in the line of Lucis Caelums. Ardyn will have to find himself a history of the line at his next chance, and match deeds to names and faces.
The throne room is a work of art in and of itself, with sweeping staircases leading up to the throne of Lucis. It is in the process of being decorated for the upcoming wedding with flowers, potted plants, and red carpets. It’s a truly majestic place; but Ardyn’s eye is drawn to the massive geode, large enough to swallow a man, settled on the first landing above the hall floor.
This… rock must be the Crystal. What else would be put in such fine surroundings? He fancies he can hear it humming malevolently. It must be emanating something, to make the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand up like this.
“Yeah, they brought it out for the wedding,” the prince says, when he catches Ardyn staring. He looks away uncomfortably before he continues. “We’ll say our vows under it.”
“So we shall,” Ardyn says. He’s transfixed. That very stone has consumed the souls, he knows, of every one of Prince Noctis’s direct ancestors, an unbroken line going straight back to the founding of Lucis. And here it sits, unguarded, the stuff of nightmarish tales set out in the bright light of day.
“Careful, uh, Prince Ardyn,” Prompto chirps from behind them. A cheerful voice like that should break the spell, but Ardyn only finds it grating. “If you stare at it too long it’ll give you a prophecy or something.”
“Does it speak?” Ardyn asks without thinking. Of course they claim it speaks; he is unclear on whether it speaks with the voice of dead kings, living gods, or some power all its own.
“Sometimes,” Prince Noctis says. “When the right person’s listening.”
“I think you’re creeping your fiancé out, bro,” Prompto says in an aside to Prince Noctis.
Ardyn must get himself under control. He does not feel the need to have his emotions guessed at by Prince Noctis’s attendants… especially if they’re going to get it right. “I’ve never seen such a reservoir of magical power before,” he admits. “I do find it rather overwhelming, I must admit.”
“Yeah, I get that. Let’s go visit the training arena, maybe?” Prince Noctis suggests. Ardyn is grateful to him for guiding them away, then, without any further need for Ardyn’s input. Perhaps his Prince does have some sympathy in him after all.
They walk away from the throne room, doubling back on their tracks before heading back in another direction. Ardyn is beginning to get the lay of the land, he thinks. He could find his way down from his rooms, now, and back out of the palace.
It isn’t long before they arrive at a hall with one side open. Ardyn hears the soldiers before he sees them, the shouts and crashing of drills and exercises. Prompto runs ahead of the two of them and to the railing, already lifting a camera to take pictures of the space below. Ardyn and Prince Noctis follow at a more sedate pace.
FILL: 2b/9 Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings
Date: 2017-11-24 03:58 pm (UTC)“Is your Shield also a Glaive, then?” Ardyn asks Prince Noctis. If he’s to understand this court, he had better start immediately.
“No. He’s Crownsguard,” the prince replies. Ardyn remembers that this is the defensive force of Lucis. “He trains with the Glaives, though. They have the king’s magic, too, so it helps him get used to fighting with me.”
As Ardyn watches, one of the Glaives flickers out of existence. He tries not to let his shock show on his face when the same woman reappears at the other end of the training field. Soon after her strange flight, two men and then another woman follow her with individual flashes of bright light. Ardyn can see that they throw knives first, and follow the weapons’ paths.
Ardyn has heard tell of the things that Lucian magic can do, but not being a soldier himself, he’s never witnessed them. Perhaps he never quite believed it until he saw it with his own two eyes.
“Never seen warping before?” Prince Noctis asks him. A small, mirthless smile curls at one corner of his mouth. Ardyn did not like his blank expression; he likes this less.
“I have not had the pleasure,” Ardyn replies. He leans on the railing of the balcony, instead of Prince Noctis’s arm, for a moment until the prince takes the hint and extracts himself.
“I can show you what it’s like, if you want,” the young man says. “It can be fun if you’re ready for it.”
“Perhaps one day,” Ardyn says. He cannot imagine himself flying through the void like that. But the Kingsglaive don’t seem to be any worse for wear.
At the edge of the field, the Shield takes off his shirt and produces a sword from empty air. The flash of light that precedes the weapon is blue, rather than the paler color of the Kingsglaives’ magical abilities. The weapon itself is like nothing Ardyn has ever seen anyone wield outside of movies - nearly as tall as its wielder, as wide as any three lesser swords, decorated with elaborate figuring at the guard. It looks ceremonial, unusable. And yet the man swings it with one hand with no apparent effort.
But Ardyn has heard tales of how the prince and his men fight. Like the warping, it is strange to see but not unexpected. It is the tattoo in the shape of some bird, wrapped around the man’s shoulders and draped over most of his upper body, that is truly giving him pause.
The Shield turns to them, raises his sword, and bows. Prince Noctis waves, and behind him, Prompto waves with a great deal more energy.
“Kick her ass, Gladio!” the boy yells. Ardyn can just see the Shield grin and then he’s rushing forward, to clash blades with a suddenly appearing Glaive.
“This’ll be a good fight,” Prince Noctis says, smiling. “Crowe and Gladio have been trading wins for two months now.”
The most emotion the prince has shown yet and it’s because of a fight. “Gladio is your Shield’s name, then?” Ardyn asks.
“Yeah. We didn’t get to introduce you last night, huh?”
No, because Ardyn was packed off to his rooms like a scolded child. “I did not have the pleasure,” Ardyn says. He is quiet for a moment, watching the Glaive and the Shield clash. The Shield does not warp, as the Glaive does, but he moves well enough, and when his sword makes contact it crashes with the power of Ramuh’s thunder.
Ardyn watches this display for a time. It is impressive, the way they fight; he can see why Loqi is always bemoaning the loss of this or that piece of Magitek armor. But he finds himself distracted as the man twists and turns and he sees that the tattoo covers his entire back.
“The bird over his shoulders,” Ardyn asks. “What does it mean?”
“It’s because he’s my Shield,” Prince Noctis answers easily. “They always have the same tattoo. Even his dad does, not that I’ve ever seen it.”
“It certainly does set him apart,” Ardyn says quietly. Prince Noctis doesn’t hear him, as his Shield has scored some kind of hit, and he and Prompto are celebrating.
Ardyn attempts to fight the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach with logic. Prince Noctis did not say that the tattoo was a slave mark. Surely, there are other explanations for putting an unmistakable brand on a man whose purpose is to silently fight and die for his king.
When the fight is over, the prince leads him back to his rooms. On the way, Prompto shows them both a few pictures he’s taken; pictures of the fight, and pictures of Ardyn and Prince Noctis watching it. Prompto has captured them both in profile, standing close but not quite touching, looking down at the fight below with solemn expressions. They look, Ardyn thinks, like a pair of rather cruel kings.
FILL: 2b/9 Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings
Date: 2017-11-24 04:01 pm (UTC)________
From the railing, they can see the Kingsglaive as they run about in their training. The arena is built several stories tall, filled with obstacles and odd pieces of masonry. A practical thing, if you are expecting to fight in a destroyed urban environment. There are perhaps twenty men and women dressed in casual black and grey fatigues. Ardyn’s eye is drawn to a tall man in a tank top - a familiar behemoth of a man.
“Is your Shield also a Glaive, then?” Ardyn asks Prince Noctis. If he’s to understand this court, he had better start immediately.
“No. He’s Crownsguard,” the prince replies. Ardyn remembers that this is the defensive force of Lucis. “He trains with the Glaives, though. They have the king’s magic, too, so it helps him get used to fighting with me.”
As Ardyn watches, one of the Glaives flickers out of existence. He tries not to let his shock show on his face when the same woman reappears at the other end of the training field. Soon after her strange flight, two men and then another woman follow her with individual flashes of bright light. Ardyn can see that they throw knives first, and follow the weapons’ paths.
Ardyn has heard tell of the things that Lucian magic can do, but not being a soldier himself, he’s never witnessed them. Perhaps he never quite believed it until he saw it with his own two eyes.
“Never seen warping before?” Prince Noctis asks him. A small, mirthless smile curls at one corner of his mouth. Ardyn did not like his blank expression; he likes this less.
“I have not had the pleasure,” Ardyn replies. He leans on the railing of the balcony, instead of Prince Noctis’s arm, for a moment until the prince takes the hint and extracts himself.
“I can show you what it’s like, if you want,” the young man says. “It can be fun if you’re ready for it.”
“Perhaps one day,” Ardyn says. He cannot imagine himself flying through the void like that. But the Kingsglaive don’t seem to be any worse for wear.
At the edge of the field, the Shield takes off his shirt and produces a sword from empty air. The flash of light that precedes the weapon is blue, rather than the paler color of the Kingsglaives’ magical abilities. The weapon itself is like nothing Ardyn has ever seen anyone wield outside of movies - nearly as tall as its wielder, as wide as any three lesser swords, decorated with elaborate figuring at the guard. It looks ceremonial, unusable. And yet the man swings it with one hand with no apparent effort.
But Ardyn has heard tales of how the prince and his men fight. Like the warping, it is strange to see but not unexpected. It is the tattoo in the shape of some bird, wrapped around the man’s shoulders and draped over most of his upper body, that is truly giving him pause.
The Shield turns to them, raises his sword, and bows. Prince Noctis waves, and behind him, Prompto waves with a great deal more energy.
“Kick her ass, Gladio!” the boy yells. Ardyn can just see the Shield grin and then he’s rushing forward, to clash blades with a suddenly appearing Glaive.
“This’ll be a good fight,” Prince Noctis says, smiling. “Crowe and Gladio have been trading wins for two months now.”
The most emotion the prince has shown yet and it’s because of a fight. “Gladio is your Shield’s name, then?” Ardyn asks.
“Yeah. We didn’t get to introduce you last night, huh?”
No, because Ardyn was packed off to his rooms like a scolded child. “I did not have the pleasure,” Ardyn says. He is quiet for a moment, watching the Glaive and the Shield clash. The Shield does not warp, as the Glaive does, but he moves well enough, and when his sword makes contact it crashes with the power of Ramuh’s thunder.
Ardyn watches this display for a time. It is impressive, the way they fight; he can see why Loqi is always bemoaning the loss of this or that piece of Magitek armor. But he finds himself distracted as the man twists and turns and he sees that the tattoo covers his entire back.
“The bird over his shoulders,” Ardyn asks. “What does it mean?”
“It’s because he’s my Shield,” Prince Noctis answers easily. “They always have the same tattoo. Even his dad does, not that I’ve ever seen it.”
“It certainly does set him apart,” Ardyn says quietly. Prince Noctis doesn’t hear him, as his Shield has scored some kind of hit, and he and Prompto are celebrating.
Ardyn attempts to fight the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach with logic. Prince Noctis did not say that the tattoo was a slave mark. Surely, there are other explanations for putting an unmistakable brand on a man whose purpose is to silently fight and die for his king.
When the fight is over, the prince leads him back to his rooms. On the way, Prompto shows them both a few pictures he’s taken; pictures of the fight, and pictures of Ardyn and Prince Noctis watching it. Prompto has captured them both in profile, standing close but not quite touching, looking down at the fight below with solemn expressions. They look, Ardyn thinks, like a pair of rather cruel kings.
Re: Gen, de-aged noct in pitioss
Date: 2017-11-24 04:02 pm (UTC)+100
Re: noctis + any- sick day
Date: 2017-11-24 04:02 pm (UTC)+100
Re: any bro/Noctis, competency kink, impressed by armiger attack
Date: 2017-11-24 04:04 pm (UTC)(I could easily see Gladio being the one impressed in light of a particular piece of fanart where Noct ends up with 113 Royal Arms for his armiger)
Re: Gen or Any/Noct, Artistic!Noctis
Date: 2017-11-24 04:05 pm (UTC)+1000