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Re: 10 years later, Noct emerges from the crystal the same age as he went in
Date: 2017-02-06 11:11 pm (UTC)Fill: quiet moments and loud distractions [1/1]
Date: 2017-02-06 11:29 pm (UTC)The look on Clarus's face keeps him from sprouting his doubt, but he still can't help but chuckle from behind his hand.
"Love," he instead says, reaching down to curve his free hand along the man's jaw and lift his head to meet his gaze evenly, "the child will be there after you tell me what I missed this morning." He diverts his hand, stroking through long hair and tugging at the roots unkindly. The man hisses in pain, making music to his ears and releases it to see the hair fall back into place.
Clarus has the decency to look a bit sheepish, no matter how fond the smile he wore and he knows how in love with the idea of the child being his the man is. But, the Wall had drawn on him and he had been left laying in bed, unable to move with the aches from his body changing as well as his duty to sustain the wall. It had been a chore to get Clarus out of his bed, not wanting to leave him despite knowing if Regis cannot be in the meetings that he can postpone, he at least had to be.
It ended up with Regis kicking him in the hip and ordering him to go instead of trying to use excuses to stay. Of course, he was still late leaving due to taking his dammed time in making sure his king was swaddled in blankets and had water within reach.
He rubs the stubbly jaw beneath his thumb and removes the hand from hiding his mouth, showing his teeth in a smile as he watches Clarus pull himself together.
"Arguments," he finally says, eyes forced away from the swell of previously taut skin over muscles and instead meet his gaze unwavering, "much the same as last week, they took advantage of your absence to further it."
Regis hums thoughtfully, pausing mid thumb-stroke as he remembers what arguments were made the week before while Clarus began to rearrange the shirt back over his stomach as not to let it distract him more.
"There was worry about you being bedridden," Clarus mumbled with a roll of his eyes. "They worry that the child and the wall will suffer, that your body will not handle the stress of both. They also still wonder after who sired the next in line." The man snorts, rather unattractively on all actuality, but does well not to dislodge the hand holding his head still.
"That," Regis starts, frowning as he processed the implications to the first few comments over the last one, "is completely stupid. But not an unfounded concern, or it would be if this wasn't the first time this has happened." He scrubs his free hand over his face trying to not get agitated over what was a hidden concern for the wall over whatever child he was carrying. He knew they cared about the child, but he is young and they worry for the peace he provides by carrying the Wall on his shoulders. "I will take steps to not miss another one, if only to prove a point, even if you have to carry me there. Which, may prove to be a test of your strength depending on how much more weight I'll be gaining."
Clarus laughs suddenly, bright and warm, smile growing and he tries to burrow forward and back into his stomach, but is stopped by his hand and his king quietly murmuring, "We're not done yet, love." The brief pout has his chest constricting with such affection for the man kneeling between his achy knees. His shield comes back from his brief pout to look more solemn and Regis can hear the gears turning in his head trying to parse the things he wants to say and what he can't say.
"You haven't told anyone you're the sire of my heir yet," Regis finally comments on, watching the other freeze and look up at him. "Do you not want them to know? Are you ashamed to have such a thing come to light? That our lines finally intertwined? Or is it something else that worries you enough to keep quiet?" His voice is even, nonaccusing but probing for reasoning behind the silence. He had thought Clarus would've been happy to tell those around him that the King's child was his, but the other had not crowed it from roof tops or even allowed himself to own up to it when the others questioned their king about it.
"Are you worried they'll start calling you my queen? You would look wonderful at the wedding in a dress." Regis grins, sighing happily as his brows raise and he softened the more serious questioning with teasing.
The man gave him a long look, unamused by the dig, but he knows by the way Clarus presses towards his hand that he isn't offend and perhaps finds it funny himself underneath the indignation.
"It is not that at all." Regis tilts his head, nodding for the other to continue and enlighten him. "I don't want Gladiolus--"
"To feel jealous that he's not the heir? Or feel obligated to protect the child simply because of their blood? Or are you worried of what others might say to him if they know?" Regis doesn't know which one hits the mark or if one even does, but Clarus winces and that gives him more than enough reason to sigh and slump further back into his chair. He must look exhausted because Clarus's brows tighten and he looks about ready to say something on it, but he strikes preemptively and kicks a bare foot into the other's robes sharply.
"Gladio is only near his third birthday Clarus, and no one in their right mind would look down on an Amicitia."
Under his hand he feels the older man's jaw tighten, set as if he was holding himself back from saying something that would earn him another kick. It makes his own expression grow critical of his friend, as if this were a a problem that was not with Clarus worrying over his son - but with him, his king.
"Are you regretting falling into my bed, after all this time?"
He almost feels bad for the way his Shield looks at him, full of disbelief and as of his king was speaking blasphemy by suggesting that Clarus would rather be somewhere else with someone other than him. Regis has to hold the older man's chin tight so he cannot back away from him and spit venom at him for such a suggestion. His green eyes stay fixated on the man and then sighs.
"You can't blame me for asking if it was a problem with me," he grouses and Clarus deflates.
"I haven't told Gladiolus he's getting a sibling," the larger man finally admits and slumps forward into his hand, "I don't want him to think I am replacing him. It would breed resentment toward the one he is supposed to protect."
Regis laughs suddenly and doesn't bother to hide it behind a hand this time. The affection he feels for this man is overwhelming at any given point and there is only an abundance more as Clarus gives him the reason why he hasn't taken to the sky and written it there that he's the father.
"Oh," he starts, calming down from his belly shaking laugh, "Oh, Love, is that it?" He finally releases the strong jaw of his shield and tickles his fingers up to tuck some hair behind his ear as he tries to figure out how to soothe the worry that the man might alienate his eldest boy. Clarus looks faintly unimpressed with his king and Regis can't help but shift himself back in his seat to straighten up a bit.
"I'll tell him," he murmurs, "and you, love, can tell everyone else as I know you want to. And if you don't want to, I'll just claim Cor is the father." He grins deviously and doesn't stop Clarus when he feels the man surging forward to wrap his arms back around his middle with his face pressed against his stomach.
"No you won't." Clarus sounds so sure of himself and he almost asks for clarification on what he won't do when his Amicitia hisses, "You won't claim the Marshall is the father."
"Oh? Won't I? It'd be unbecoming of me to leave the child a royal bastard. They and myself would be looked down upon should I not name someone."
"I was going to tell the rest after I told Gladiolus."
What a sweet man he had kneeling before him, Regis thinks sighing fondly and kicks him lightly just below the ribs. "As that is finally discussed and solved, when did I say you could go back to doing that, love? That cannot be all that was discussed by the rest of Council."
The bastard becomes smug once more and doesn't release his grip around him, if anything he tightens it slightly and peers up at him from over the white fabric of his shirt. There's a hint of a smirk and Regis sighs. He kicks him again, a little harder, before he knots his hand in the hair at the back of Clarus's head. He counts to five silently and yanks hard, forcing the man to either release him or drag him off of the chair and maybe hurt him.
"There is nothing else, Reg," the smart ass finally tells him and mentally, he thanks the stars that it is usually only this man who tests his patience for his own personal pleasure.
"And you couldn't say that before you decided to become a leech? You know better than that."
He doesn't get a response, at least not a verbal one, but Clarus moves his hands to push up the oversized -- and very stolen shirt to press a kiss to his stomach and then down, down, down. Regis gasps as large fingers trail over his thighs and he gets what Clarus is trying to do. The bastard is trying to distract him and get in his good graces. Regis doesn't even know if it's working, at least until those hands dip up the sleeves of his boxers and rubs his thighs just so, then he's aware it's actually going to do exactly what Clarus wants it too.
"You're not off the hook," Regis growls at him, brows furrowing and he bites his bottom lip hard when he feels hot breath between his spread thighs. It's felt through the fabric and by the stars, he was going to make him pay later.
"Of course," Clarus hums, smiling up at him again and Regis kicks him just for that.
"Get on with it then, love, but know you'll be regretting this later."
"I look forward to it."
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Welp this definitely happened. Enjoy OP.
You can pretty much blame one single person for how much I love transman Regis.
Re: FILL: Engine Heart 5/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-06 11:56 pm (UTC)Lunafreya/Noctis/Prompto, Poly
Date: 2017-02-07 12:10 am (UTC)+ Prompto and Noctis were fwb previously, but they called it off once Noct and Luna got married
Re: Fight goes really bad
Date: 2017-02-07 12:23 am (UTC)Noctis/Prompto, Secret Relationship that Everyone knows about
Date: 2017-02-07 12:42 am (UTC)Naturally of course this means everyone knows and are helping them keep it a secret because these two are terrible liars.
Noctis (/Any or Gen) - Ten Years Later, Meet the Family
Date: 2017-02-07 01:10 am (UTC)After reuniting in Hammerhead, Noctis finds out that Gladio and Iggy are married ...with children .(a/b/o? Just happened somehow? Whatevs?) Hilarity? Wtfness? The kids thinking Noct is some kind of Santa Claus?
++Prompto and Iris are the best uncle and auntie ever (pairing? No pairing? Whichever works).
+++Cor and Aranea babysitting shenanigans. Why would anyone trust either of these guys with kids.
++++They just found out that they're expecting~ but are still going to fight with Noctis because duh.
Sorry this is so weird >_<, I just need that MamaIggy.
Noctis/Ignis- Birthday Trip + Accidental Romantic Getaway
Date: 2017-02-07 01:11 am (UTC)+Nobody recognizes the Prince at all
+Everyone mistakes them for a couple
+Lots of fishing, star gazing and cooking
+Noctis goes out of his way to make the trip special for Ignis because it's his birthday and he invited him along when he didn't have to
+Confession leads to eventual sex and both of them are virgins.
Re: Fight goes really bad
Date: 2017-02-07 01:24 am (UTC)Re: FILL - Cam Stars - Gladio/Noctis + Ardyn; camboy couple + stalking
Date: 2017-02-07 01:29 am (UTC)Re: Noctis/Ignis- Birthday Trip + Accidental Romantic Getaway
Date: 2017-02-07 01:44 am (UTC)Prompto /Any or Gen, MT Cravings
Date: 2017-02-07 01:55 am (UTC)Somewhere along the line, Prompto begins having these intense cravings. Cravings for flesh. Human flesh. He wants to keep this a secret. He tries really hard to resist. Really, really hard, but one night it gets too hard for him to resist.
Ardyn is more than eager to help him with that.
Prompto comes back in the morning, curiously covered in blood. Whether or not one of the bros are awake is up to you.
Re: FILL: Engine Heart 5/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-07 02:27 am (UTC)Regis enrolls Noct in dance classes to supplement is training
Date: 2017-02-07 02:53 am (UTC)Re: FILL: Engine Heart 5/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-07 04:06 am (UTC)...but seriously. OP is still loving every second of this. I am filled with utter joy every time Prompto gets nice things. The almost throw-away line when he talks about the other team being decommissioned hit hard. Just... ow. Well done. I kind of love the idea of the chocobros getting hints as to how terrible everything was, because they didn't see what a mess he was when he first got brought in.
And the camera, and him hugging Cor and not knowing -why-. Poor baby. Does he even know what a hug is? Is he moving on instinct? He needs all of the hugs. :(
Re: Fill (5/5): Noctis/any or OT4- Carnival date
Date: 2017-02-07 04:09 am (UTC)Re: FILL - Cam Stars - Gladio/Noctis + Ardyn; camboy couple + stalking
Date: 2017-02-07 04:26 am (UTC)Older!Noctis/Younger!Ignis
Date: 2017-02-07 04:29 am (UTC)Just to be clear, by younger Ignis I just mean regular Ignis before the ingame timeskip, and Noctis after the timeskip.
+++ younger!Ignis riding older!Ignis.
Re: Older!Noctis/Younger!Ignis
Date: 2017-02-07 04:30 am (UTC)+++younger!Ignis riding older!Noctis.
Ardyn/Noctis nonconor dubcon to save Prompto
Date: 2017-02-07 04:41 am (UTC)Up to writer!anon if it's non or dubcon though I personally prefer noncon. Also up to writer!anon whether or not Noctis and Prompto are lovers or just really good friends.
+Ardyn taunts Noctis about the things he's done to Prompto before this and tries to show some of them by doing it to Noctis
++Prompto is watching through a monitor or one-sided mirror in another room and reacts.
+++Noctis tries to get through it by imagining Ardyn is Prompto or one of the other bros who is his lover.
Not quite sure where Gladio and Ignis are. I'll leave that to anon too.
Re: Older!Noctis/Younger!Ignis
Date: 2017-02-07 04:44 am (UTC)Re: FILL Re: Noctis/Ignis- Reassurance sex
Date: 2017-02-07 05:24 am (UTC)FILL: Engine Heart 6/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-07 05:29 am (UTC)-----------
Cor thought he was being discreet.
It started with careful requests for an hour of a break after lunch. Instead of retreating to the training yards, Cor started taking walks out of the Citadel. He passed through the residential houses just along the outer wall of the palace, peering up at their high walls and over tidy gardens and patios. He found a park he’d never even seen before, and a café that served coffee he could recognize. Whenever he found a realty sign or a for lease box, he carefully wrote down the numbers on his phone and put them away for safekeeping.
He certainly had enough for a house. His quarters in the Citadel were free, and Cor was not liberal with his funds—He had a savings account that was truly staggering in size, thanks to over twenty years of service to the crown.
But this was all purely hypothetical, of course. It wasn’t as though he were planning to move. At least, not right away.
Still, it didn’t hurt to take a look at just one house, did it?
Autumn was just breaking through the muggy heat of summer when Cor felt like he was ready. Prompto had been weeks without an incident, and while he did shake sometimes and had a tendency to startle at loud noises or sudden contact, he was quickly adapting to his new life. The young men who continued to visit him had much to do with this. They were constantly dropping in, or carting him off to adventures that had him staggering in late, throat hoarse with talking and sore with the effort of smiling. Noctis lent him some of his old clothes, and Cor had taught him one or two tricks he’d learned in decades of bachelordom—Prompto and Cor could be found most afternoons sewing patches and scraps of cloth to Noct’s old vests and jackets, making them into something more in line with what Prompto wanted to wear. Cor knew from his own life in the military that controlling what you wore was a source of power, and wasn’t surprised to find that it was as true for Prompto as it was for members of the Lucian military.
Throughout this, Cor’s resolution held firm. He would need to bring up the subject with Clarus, first. It would be cruel to suggest anything to the boy, only to find that the tentative plans forming in Cor’s mind were impossible to achieve. So one morning, he walked into Clarus Amicitia’s office for his daily briefing and steeled himself to ask the question that would change everything.
“Cor!” Clarus cried out, before Cor could speak. “I have a proposition for you.”
Cor stopped in his tracks.
“When was the last time you visited me at home for drinks, Cor?”
“Two years, now,” Cor said, utterly lost. “Clarus, what is this in reg—“
“Then it’s been too long.” Clarus rose from his desk. “Regis and I were talking, Cor. We think you may need some taking out of yourself. Come to our place tonight, and we’ll have a talk.”
“Of. Of course,” Cor said, unable to find his train of thought again. The older man smiled down at him benevolently, and clapped him on the arm.
“Good man. We’ll expect you at eight? Of course we will.”
And then Cor found himself being swept out of the room and deposited in the hall outside, speechless and confused, with just the barest seed of trepidation growing in his heart.
Not much had changed about the royal manor since the last time Cor had the chance to visit. When Jared, the butler, bowed him through the front entrance-way, Cor saw that there were new paintings in the foyer and along the walls, and a third weapons rack in the reception room—Iris’, he supposed. He turned to find that the princess in question was in fact walking through the far door into a branching hallway, lugging a giant, green-clad crow doll in both hands. It was so large that it tilted the thirteen-year-old off balance, and she heaved it up in her arms to keep it from slipping. She caught sight of Cor and smiled.
“Mr. Leonis,” she said. “Daddy said you were coming. He and Dad are in the drawing room.”
“Thank you, your—“ Cor stopped as the doll started to slip again. “I’m sorry, but why the—?”
“Oh, Kenny Crow?” Iris’ grin was a wicked copy of Clarus’, all teeth. “It’s nothing, really. Just some good old-fashioned revenge.” She winked and walked off down the hall, dragging her slightly unsettling prize after her.
The drawing room was through a smoked glass and brasswork door off the side of the reception room. Cor stopped there a moment, wondering if he ought to knock, when he heard a voice call out from within.
“Don’t hover, Cor, we can see you through the glass.”
Cor smiled wryly and pushed open the door.
Clarus and Regis sat in large leather armchairs, leaning over a glass coffee table. When Cor entered, he saw the king draw back, but the man’s hand still lingered on Clarus’ knee. He was wearing a black silk dressing gown with gold embroidered birds along the sleeves, and Clarus looked strangely out of place in sweatpants and an oversized flannel shirt.
“You’ll have to take us as we are,” the king said, noting Cor’s gaze. “It’s been a long evening.”
“You’d think a crown prince would know not to read his sister’s diary,” Clarus said, in a tone that implied this wasn’t the first time he’d voiced this opinion.
Ah, Cor thought. That would explain the “revenge.” He stood there a moment, uncertain, before he caught Regis’ baleful look and sat in one of the empty chairs.
“I don’t recall if you drink, Leonis,” the king said. “I can’t, of course. Something in my magic rejects it—but Clarus swears the brandy is very good.” He lifted down a decanter and a small crystal glass.
“I drink on occasion, Your Majesty,” Cor said, “but you don’t have to…” He stopped at the look Clarus leveled his way.
“Have a glass,” the older man said. “You’ll need the courage.”
“Don’t scare the man, love.” Still, the king poured Cor a generous amount, and he felt a twist of worry in the pit of his stomach. “And house rules, Cor. No titles here. Call me Regis.”
“Yes, sir,” Cor said, automatically. Clarus raised a hand to smooth out a smile, and the king shook his head. “Thank you. Regis.” Cor took the proffered glass.
They all sat there a moment in silence, Regis putting away the decanter, Clarus regaining his composure, Cor feeling like a disobedient student being called to the dean’s office for punishment detail. At last, the king spoke.
“Do you know why we asked you here, Leonis?” he asked.
“Aside from requiring the pleasure of your company,” Clarus said, with a sideways grin. Regis cast him a stern look, and he crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair.
“I thought,” Cor said, slowly, “this might have to do with my recent request to move to off-site housing.”
“In part,” said Regis. “Curious, really. How long have you worked with us? Twenty-two years? Such dedication. Most men in your position would have moved out of the Citadel years ago, found a suitable partner, settled down.”
“I’m not the settling down sort, Your—Regis.” Cor had resigned himself to this sort of speculation over a decade ago. While he didn’t begrudge others their desires for lovers or partners, Cor stayed largely disinterested on his own behalf. He had friends, and wasn’t lonely by any means, but saw no point in forcing himself to pursue a romantic entanglement for the sake of it.
“But here you are,” Clarus said. “Forty years old, looking at houses. Spacious ones, too.”
“The one on Rose Street looked very tasteful,” said Regis.
Cor frowned. He wasn’t sure how he felt about the king spying on his movements. Regis correctly interpreted his look and shrugged—a gesture Cor wasn’t used to seeing from his monarch.
“You can’t deny that your behavior has been… erratic, of late.”
“I haven’t been shirking my duties, Y—Sir,” Cor protested. Regis raised a hand in surrender.
“No, of course not. But your priorities seem to have changed.” His stare was far too knowing. Cor knocked back the drink in his hand and focused on trying to keep the burn of it from showing on his face as it went down. Clarus waved his hand, and Cor mutely handed the glass to him for a refill.
“Perhaps it is time you stated your intentions regarding the Magitech prisoner, Cor,” said his king. Cor watched Clarus fill his glass halfway, and took it back from him gratefully when offered. He took more time with this one, trying to buy a moment to collect his thoughts.
At last, he set the glass down on the coffee table.
“This isn’t how I’d like to ask,” he said, “but I’d like for the boy to be released into my custody.”
“Your custody,” Regis said, as though it were a question.
“As his guardian,” Cor continued. The silence in the room stretched uncomfortably. “I know how this sounds—“
“Cor,” Clarus said, in a kind voice, “You can’t just adopt a prisoner of war.”
Cor took a slow breath before replying. “He can’t stay in the cells forever,” he said. “The kid never had a chance to have a normal childhood, but he’s—“
“Do you believe you’re equipped to give him one?” Regis asked. “What do you know of children?”
“Not much,” he admitted. “But I know soldiers. And I know Prompto. He isn’t the monster the Empire tried to make of him.”
Clarus shifted in his seat. “It would be harder to keep an eye on him, outside of the Citadel.”
“House arrest, then,” Cor said.
“What will happen when you are called out to the field?” Regis asked, in a sharp tone. “Who will look after him? The Scientia boy, possibly, but he has his own duties. The boy can’t be trusted alone in my sons’ companies. Will you leave him to roam your residence, possibly even the city, on his own?”
“If it comes to it,” Cor said, in a louder voice than he’d intended, “then with respect, Your Majesty, I will have to retire.”
Clarus’ shoulders straightened. Cor felt a flush rise to his cheeks—He’d never spoken to the king in this manner before. But the king only looked at him, a faint smile on his lips.
“That’s the right answer,” he said, quietly. Cor drew back in confusion, and Regis crossed his hands in his lap. “Being a parent entails sacrifice, Leonis. I would not feel comfortable leaving a wounded young man in your care if you were not willing to rise to the challenge. And Clarus spoke to Ignis Scientia a few days ago. He agreed to watch the boy when you are called away.” His eyes darkened, and Cor caught the flickering light of purple magic in the king’s bright irises. “The crown has need of you, still, Marshal.”
“There will be restrictions,” Clarus added. “It will take some time.”
“But it can be done,” said the king.
Cor stared at them, entirely undone. “Your Majesty, I don’t know what to—“
“Regis,” the king said, with a smile.
The somber mood in the drawing room broke to the sound of furious voices in the distance. Clarus groaned.
“Dad!” The door slammed open, revealing a pajama-clad prince Noctis. He was wild-eyed, his hair hanging over his forehead, chest heaving with righteous fury. “That monster was in my room again—oh, hey, Cor—with her daemon spawn.”
There was a hysterical giggle from the hall. “His name’s Kenny Crow,” Iris called, “and he loooves yooou.”
“Don’t torment your brother, Iris,” Clarus called. “And Noctis, don’t call her a monster.”
“You taught me not to lie, Dad,” Noctis said, through gritted teeth. Clarus glanced over at Regis.
“Don’t look at me, love. They get it from your side,” Regis said. Noct groaned and flung himself away from the door, clearly disgusted with his parents’ lack of sympathy. Iris cackled.
The king turned to Cor with a weary sigh. “You have much to look forward to, Leonis,” he said, as the dulcet tones of sibling-fueled chaos descended in the adjacent hall. Clarus laughed and rose to his feet, then slapped a heavy hand on Cor’s back.
“The joys of fatherhood,” he said, and strode off to survey the damage.
Re: FILL - Cam Stars - Gladio/Noctis + Ardyn; camboy couple + stalking
Date: 2017-02-07 05:31 am (UTC)FILL (Ch. 2) - Cam Stars - Gladio/Noctis + Ardyn; camboy couple + stalking
Date: 2017-02-07 05:33 am (UTC)Have fun reading chapter two! Working on chapter three right now as we speak :)
guess I'm also de-anoning bc I'd rather write this there tbh