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UPDATE 12/30/16: I'm looking for some help! Details here. (I'm always looking for more pinners; this is an open invitation.)
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UPDATE 2/21/2017: ROUND ONE IS CLOSED FOR PROMPTS. Please feel free to continue posting fills. Round Two will open for prompts and fills on 3/1/2017.
Fill: Screaming into the Storm
Date: 2017-02-19 06:00 pm (UTC)He can feel Gladio's disgust filling up the empty silence.
Most of the time, being harsh is his way of lighting a fire under Noctis' ass. The prince knows this, even appreciates it; anger and indignation tend to burn very bright and very hot, and when dedication alone isn't enough, it helps.
Now, it's not tough love, it's actual anger. Loathing. Hate.
In his head, the answer is easy: You want to talk about people who have it worse? What about Luna? What about my father? What about the people who couldn't evacuate in time? What about the people who got out, but lost their homes, their jobs? Maybe my pain doesn't count because you can't see it, but you walked out of that nightmare better than anyone, you've got no right to tell me I can't mourn when you're the only person who came out in one piece. I was too busy fighting a god for the right to save the world, what's your excuse? Come back to me when you can feel his eyesight scraping against your soul because you were forced to take it from him. Let me know if it feels anything like a trident, you bastard.
But it doesn't come out, even when he tries to scream it. There's a wall of memory in front of those words, his father telling him that a king should never need to raise his voice. Luna, quietly telling him that pain only begets two things: compassion, and more pain; people who spread suffering deserve the most compassion, because they wouldn't be doing it if they didn't have so much of it inside themselves.
So he puts it aside. He walks away. He lets Gladio be angry, because Gladio needs to be angry at something. Why shouldn't he blame Noctis for this? He's not the one who blinded their friend, but he's the reason that friend was there to be cut in the first place.
He holds his breath.
It doesn't work.
The burning in his eyes doesn't go away. The lump in his throat won't go down. But the sobs won't come if he doesn't breathe, so he tries to hold his breath. They come anyway.
Fists clenched in his own sleeves, teeth gritted, lips salty from the teartracks ending at the corners of his mouth, he tries so hard to just bite it all back and can't.
They'll hear, they'll hear, I can't-- I can't--
He tries to scream because if he absolutely has to lose control over this, rage would be less embarrassing, but all that comes out is a pathetic, strangled whimper, a wounded-animal noise. The thoughts roll around in his head, I have to get past this, I don't want to be king if this is what it costs, it's not worth it, I'm not worth it, I need more time but there's no time left and there's no one left who can do any of it except me and I'm-- I just need a minute-- Luna... Dad...
Bright and sharp and sudden, a bolt of lightning strikes the ground bare inches in front of him and leaves a glowing, white-hot scar in the stone; a torrent of rain sheets down in its wake, and the thunder that follows bare seconds behind it is so loud it makes his skin tingle as if he'd been physically struck.
Ramuh.
It's the voice of an ancient presence that echoes in his head, somewhere so close that the ringing in his ears is less obstruction and more accompaniment, or maybe the ringing deafness of a thunderclap is how the voice of a storm god is supposed to sound.
It is a heavy burden, O king. I cannot lift it for you, nor can you set it down; all was foreordained, before you and I ever knew life. Those who would admonish you for weakness look to you for strength.
"Is that why you're here? To admonish me?" He tries so hard not to sound like a petulant child, but the attempt makes it even worse, and Noctis regrets it as soon as the words are out of his mouth.
The ringing skips a bit, as if laughing, gently. All the kings who have ever lived have done so under the same sky that lingers over you now. Not a single one has ever been exempt from the realities of life and death, of joy and pain. A crown does not make a man any more or less than what he is, nor do tears, nor does grief. But enough pain can change a man for the worse, drive him to become that which he would have hated, commit acts he once abhorred, speak words he does not mean; you have seen this more than once, since you set forth on this journey towards your own fate.
No, my king. I am not here to punish you. I am here because no matter how great your title, no matter how grand your destiny, you are still human, and I am still the sky.
It would be impossible for anyone to see the one young man all in black, but if they had, they would think he shook with cold and not with despair, that the water falling from his cheeks is rain and not tears, that he is silent and not screaming at the top of his lungs into the storm.
Re: FILL: Regis - Watching from the other life (1/?)
Date: 2017-02-19 06:17 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: Regis - Watching from the other life (1/?)
Date: 2017-02-19 06:17 pm (UTC)FILL Age of Kings 7/? Re: Ardyn/Noct or Gen, Everyone in the world knows Ardyn AU
Date: 2017-02-19 06:44 pm (UTC)-------------------
The next morning, Noctis was gone.
Ardyn should have known. He had thousands of years to hone his observational skills, to learn every tic and tell of a human countenance, but when faced with the touch of Noctis’ skin on his, the bitter ecstasy in his voice when he cried out in his arms, the feverish desperation of his lips, Ardyn was lost. Lost to the taste of him, the warmth, the fragility and impermanence of the life that lit the new king’s eyes in the dark of their midnight tryst.
He felt it in his bones the moment Noctis touched his hand to the Crystal. He tugged at the fabric of time, warped and raced down the spiraling halls, scrambled to reach the doors of the chamber, but it was too late, far too late. Noct had been consumed before Ardyn had the time to say goodbye.
Outside, beyond the fallen barrier that protected Insomnia from its enemies, darkness fell.
In the years that followed the snuffing of the sun, the ruling council of Insomnia slowly moved out of the Citadel.
Rumor had it that the palace was haunted. Pages would run past rooms that had been empty a moment before, only to find them full of strange people in outdated clothes, talking and laughing in accents no one could understand. Those who ventured too close to the throne room reported seeing old kings and queens emerging from their portraits. One maid, while turning in her resignation in a fit of tears, swore up and down that she’d seen Queen Aulea walking arm in arm with the late King Regis.
When approached for counsel, the immortal king Ardyn Lucis Caelum said nothing.
Soon, there were only three people who dared to venture into the Citadel. Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto could be found unlocking the side door every few weeks or so, and would be seen walking back out three or four hours later, looking shaken and pale. When questioned, they simply said they were keeping an eye on the Crystal. They did not elaborate further, and locals started to avoid the streets that led to the palace, choosing instead to frequent sideways and alleys.
Ignis Scientia sighed, locking the side door after him as he entered the Citadel. It was true that the three friends did frequent the Crystal when they could, watching for any sign of Noctis’ return, but there was another reason for their visits. The king’s advisor walked along the dark hallways leading towards the throne room, and pushed open the door to a swirl of color.
Men and women in bright, patchwork gowns and suits twirled and stamped on the stone floor of the throne room, eyes bright behind fanciful masks shaped like wolves and behemoths. Ignis strode through them, and didn’t even blink when a young woman in sky blue spun right into him and away, passing through his skin like air. Ignis straightened his glasses and made his way to the dais before the throne, where a familiar figure sat, watching the illusions dancing below.
Ardyn glanced up at Ignis with a low-lidded, heavy gaze. “Paying your respects, young steward?” he asked.
“If that’s what you’d like,” Ignis said. He sat next to the man, propping his hands on his knees. “What is it this time?”
“Thirty years ago, give or take,” Ardyn said. A woman in black burst from the crowd, laughing loudly. Her crooked nose—twice broken at least, from Ignis’ view—had a familiar tilt at the tip, and her inky black hair was curled to frame her face. She stretched out her hands, and a young man who looked remarkably like King Regis grabbed them, swinging her back into the fray.
“Always so young,” Ardyn said, in a vague, dreamy sort of voice. His gaze followed the couple in black, darting through the crowd with none of the rhythm and grace of the other party-goers. “I wonder if I should have let the daemons take me. No need to bother with sentimentality.”
“Noctis will return soon,” Ignis said awkwardly, well aware that Ardyn was barely registering his presence.
“And then he will be gone,” said Ardyn. “I’m so tired, Aulea. I’m so…” The illusion burst like the dousing of a fire, and Ardyn stood. “You should go,” he said, shortly. “Go back to the living, young steward. I will wait for the King alone.”
“I’ll come back,” Ignis said, as Ardyn climbed the steps to the throne. “You know I will, Your Majesty.”
Ardyn didn’t respond, and Ignis finally turned, heading back through the empty halls of the Citadel.
Luna arrived at the head of a group of hunters a few years later.
Tenebrae had allied with what was left of Niflheim and Accordo to protect its borders from daemons, but the Oracle found that her duty remained with the King, and made the long, dangerous trek to Insomnia. When she arrived, she was warmly greeted by Noctis’ friends, was given a spacious apartment by the ruling council, and ingratiated herself in the populace with little effort. It took her several months to build up the courage to approach the Citadel, but when she did, she sensed Ardyn’s presence immediately.
“Your Majesty,” she said, standing at the doorway to the throne room. Ardyn sat on the arm of the throne, one leg draped over the edge, the other resting on the seat. He looked down at her calmly, without the slightest hint of the fury that overtook him when last they met.
“Luna, my dear,” he said, in a fond tone. “How good to see you well.”
“The pleasure is mine, Your Majesty,” Luna said, frankly. “May I stay with you? For a time?”
“So long as you don’t come any closer, of course.” Ardyn’s smile was bright, and Luna stiffly sat on the cold floor. “What brings you here?”
“Noctis,” Luna said, at last. “He wouldn’t want you to be alone.”
Ardyn did not respond, but the Oracle knew that he didn’t have to.
The next time she visited, Luna found a set of chairs and cushions had been set up by the door, with an electric kettle and an array of teas. Neither of them mentioned it, but Luna made sure to come by at least once a week from then on, and the Citadel soon echoed with her soft voice and Ardyn’s laughter, the only sign of life in a palace of ghosts.
Re: FILL: Re: Gladiolus(and/or)Ignis/Noctis, Grooming
Date: 2017-02-19 06:57 pm (UTC)Even though the prompt was filled by a lovely anon, I just felt bad that it'd probably ruined at least 6 people's days by this point, so this is essentially my condolences chocobo, I am sorry that so many people wasted their time arguing over subtext that didn't actually exist for my shitty prompt, pls accept this outdated meme. Also thank u for the artistic compliments;)
Also you shouldn't feel sorry because your words were mistaken as something else, intent is always hard to make out over text :p
Re: Iris gets gangbanged
Date: 2017-02-19 07:06 pm (UTC)Re: Younger!Regis/Clarus, Oh Shit He's Hot
Date: 2017-02-19 07:06 pm (UTC)Ignis - chef's eating habits
Date: 2017-02-19 07:38 pm (UTC)I imagine Ignis is the same when he's not eating with Noctis.
So, the 'bros decide to surprise Iggy at his apartment and are just floored by his fridge only having a jar of mustard and a block of cheese in it.
+Ignis, face full of junk food, giving Noctis the old 'do as I say, not as I do'
OT4 - Prompto creampies
Date: 2017-02-19 07:49 pm (UTC)Bonus for him being totally smug and sated after and being needed to helped to bed.
Double bonus if it's actually because one of the bros loves sloppy seconds so Prompto leaves him till last.
Regis + Noctis - Regis doesn't die at the beginning
Date: 2017-02-19 07:52 pm (UTC)+ Regis being forced by Bahamut to kill his son with his own blade
+++++ Regis dying of a broken heart not long after
Noctis/Cindy Romance
Date: 2017-02-19 07:53 pm (UTC)I really like the idea of Noctis returning to the Hammerhead over time just to see her and at first Cindy's highly amused, but she warms up to him and they start something of a relationship. Or if you want to get bittersweet, they form a warm friendship and they both want more but something stops them from pursuing it.
Bonus points if the world of ruin aftermath and everything is included. Smut appreciated but not necessary!
Re: Regis + Noctis - Regis doesn't die at the beginning
Date: 2017-02-19 07:54 pm (UTC)(seconded like crazy)
Fill: Memoro de la stono 1/1
Date: 2017-02-19 08:01 pm (UTC)Iris enjoyed painting blue lilies, her favorite blossom ever since she saw Prince Noctis framed by them in the royal garden. His little sister requested that Gladio should paint pink flowers, because her brother painted the best pink flowers. After all, he was the heir to the Amicitia nobility, and not one to shirk his duties. Many Saturday nights, Clarus would unlock the flat to find Iris snuggled up his snoring son, covered with dozens of painted sheets curling from the wetness of pink acrylic.
When Iris grew out of this phase Gladiolus realized how much he didn’t. The cheap dollar store paints had spiralled into well-researched, but expensive materials. Desperate to sate his thirst for knowledge, he even sneakily carded a second library ID so he could take out even more books.
Many years later, Gladiolus filled sketchbook after sketchbook to the brim with anything that caught his interest. From the hand-eye coordinations exercises, to observational studies of people, places, and things. Gladiolus saw the blank canvases and pages as a way to explore the world in ways word could simply not. Iris had kept record of her brother’s progression through his annual paintings of lilies. As each year passed, it was getting harder to discern the difference between a photo and her brother’s handiwork. It wasn’t long after people had caught onto this hobby of his and before he knew it, Gladiolus was taking in all kinds of requests.
Noctis was the first to notice. The request was a collaboration between the prince and his freckled best friend: fanart of the two drawn as characters in their beloved fantasy game,King’s Knight. Gladiolus arched a brow and snapped the appropriate reference photos of them. And even though they desired the ultra baddass look of a five star character--he simply could not see it.
Gladiolus was a man of sophistication, after all.
They were impressed with the drawing, of course they would, but not so much by the fact that Gladio had imagined them as gangly two-stars. Nonetheless, when Gladiolus visited the prince in his flat one day, he was surprised to see the painting framed on the wall.
Ignis was next, offering payment for a quaint mountainside cabin overlooking a babbling stream. He refused the money and when Ignis went to protest, the man was quieted by the fact that this was Gladiolus’ version of cooking.
The painting took weeks to complete, mostly because he was layering oils instead of acrylics. Though, all agonizing hours of his free time paid off the moment Ignis’ eyes lit upon seeing it.
When the group had left on their roadtrip, Gladiolus made sure to pack some sketchbooks for the road. He recalled from his many outings that most outposts didn’t have much other than toiletries and fast food. During the day, Prompto kept a log of all the excitement, the snapshots that dispersed in seconds. Gladiolus kept a record of all the slow moments, of the prince curled up against his chocobo, the crinkling flame, or the meteor off in the distance of Duscae. Sometimes he stole a few photos from Prompto to replicate later, keeping in mind the gestures and the line of action. He kept drawing when he could, that spark from long ago never smoldering down.
After Ignis had lost his eyesight, it changed.
He felt anger, and the lines cutting into his pages didn’t carry the same impact as they did before. So when their lives had dwindled down to nothing but fighting, Gladiolus didn’t realize when he lost the art.
Gladiolus wanted to scream, wanted to cry out, and Noctis was perfect for his abuse. Photographs were purely compositional skill, nothing to it. So he was grateful to still have that still in his life. He never managed to pick up the paper and pencil after that, and soon enough they spiralled down deeper into the rabbit hole.
Night had completely swallowed the sun, and with it their prince.
Months had turned to years, and Gladiolus still never returned to painting, there wasn’t much to paint when all he saw was darkness, anyway. Sometimes he’d scribble a tiny doodle of the team together, or a chocobo. Nothing much.
When he met up with the famed daemonslayer after all these years, he was surprised to see Iris had managed to save a few of his firsts, a sketchbook of all the important bits in his life. A quick charcoal portrait of a teenaged Noctis smudged by the abuse of time. He shuffled the papers, and tears dropped onto a yellowed, crinkled paper of pink flowers.
inspired by this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9SQzeALyH0
Ardyn/Noctis and OT4, A/B/O, MPreg, Dub-con/Non-con
Date: 2017-02-19 08:11 pm (UTC)Basically A/B/O verse with Omega!Noct. Cue Ardyn taking advantage and either manipulating Noct while he's in heat (or whatever, as long as it's not entirely consensual because, it is Ardyn we're talking bout) and ends up sticking a baby all up in there.
Cue our prince trying to hide this from the bros but, obviously they find out. What happens after is totally up to filler but, hurt/comfort is my jam.
+for lots of comfort from the bros
++for cute pregnant ot4 sex
+++for a painful, angst filled birth (feel free to not include if you're not about that, I'm not fussy :) )
++++for everyone loving the baby despite the troubles
Idk, I just feel this fandom doesn't have enough Mpreg in it.
Re: Fill: Memoro de la stono 1/1
Date: 2017-02-19 08:13 pm (UTC)Re: OT4 - Prompto creampies
Date: 2017-02-19 08:23 pm (UTC)Re: OT4 - Prompto creampies
Date: 2017-02-19 08:23 pm (UTC)Re: Noctis/Cindy Romance
Date: 2017-02-19 08:42 pm (UTC)Re: Regis + Noctis - Regis doesn't die at the beginning
Date: 2017-02-19 08:47 pm (UTC)Noctis/Any Final Fantasy X AU
Date: 2017-02-19 08:50 pm (UTC)If the author would rather not include a pairing, that's fine too. But if you do, I don't have a preference! I just love the world of FFX and its story so I think combined with this one it'd be super cool.
Re: Omega Gladio, mpreg, maybe Gladio/Ignis?
Date: 2017-02-19 09:03 pm (UTC)Re: Ignis/Any, praise kink
Date: 2017-02-19 09:04 pm (UTC)FILL 4/5 Prompto/Any, or Gen, Songstress!Prompto
Date: 2017-02-19 09:11 pm (UTC)However, this chapter was a lot harder to write and didn't really get where I wanted it to go. When I took the prompt I thought of a four times + story, something like that and I just wanted to get all the chocobros a chapter (and Ardyn) So yeah we've had Iggy, Gladio, Noct and now our favourite Trashbag. Second to last chapter, hope this is still going.
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It didn’t take more than a day to bring Prompto to Zegnautos Keep in Gralea. Ardyn carefully watched the blonde, who hadn’t moved a muscle since he had hit the ground after he got pushed from the train. Ardyn, if he had still worn his Prompto-guise, would have pat himself on the back for this one, however, since he was just wearing his casual attire, he merely acknowledged his own genius. He could see the traces of her in this little MT, in how the freckles were strategically placed similar to hers, the eyes still shaped like hers. Even unconscious their similarity was undeniying. Which would make the next part of his plan even more fun to him.
After having secured the unconscious Prompto on the lovely device that had the others arms put above his head and legs and waist secured enough that the other could not get out, he went to get his nice little toolbox ready. Prompto’s head was hanging low, in a weird and probably uncomfortable angle. Ardyn waited for the other to finally wake up.
In the end, it didn’t take too long for Prompto to wake up. There was a small groan and a few small instances were the blonde tried to move, after realising that his movement was constricted, the movement got more rapid.
Ardyn tipped his head slightly, to get a better view of his struggling prisoner. “Ahh... sleeping Beauty finally awakens.” he drawled, gaining the attention of Prompto. He saw the other trying to lift his head more and he could see him blinking rapidly and checking his surroundings.
“Wha....?” Propto tried to speak, but Ardyn interrupted, placing his hand on Prompt’s waist, knowing that there had to be bruising from the fall. “Don’t, you’re still in recovery, right? I’d rather, you gather your strength first.” His mockingly caring voice was nearly drowned out by the hiss of pain, which was made by Prompto. Continuing his small play for his prisoner, he put his hand to his face, replacing the concern with a shocked stare. “Oh no, I didn’t imagine that it was this bad, next time I’ll ask the prince to be nicer to you.” Prompto was leveling him with a confused stare, but not daring to open his mouth just yet after being reprimanded.
“You do remember what happened, correct? He... pushed you.” as if it was an afterthought Ardyn added “... maybe he didn’t like your voice that much.”
Prompto didn’t give him a reaction, but Ardyn was sure that he could work with that. “But where are my manners! Allow me to explain yourself to you. What was it you said? ...let me think.... Ah, I remember.” and he watched Prompto as he took his hand from the others waist and brought some distance between them again. “I told Iggy once, that my mother used to humm to me. I think this is true. My mother always liked music, that's the only thing I truly remember of her.” Seeing Prompto’s horrified look, he gave a small laugh. “Inspiring, isn’t it? But I’m sure you remember more, you were just scared to tell them the truth, weren’t you?”
“MT’s do have an amazing memory, something that can not be said about humans.” he mused. “Not being able to forget your first few months after creation must have been painful.”
Ardyn was able to see the small shift in Prompto, as if he was trying to put something away. Ardyn would not let him. “You don’t have to lie to me, you know, MT-10-25-43. How long has it been someone called you by your proper Identification? I think I even remember your all so dear mother only calling you by that.” Ardyn gave the other a smile, while Prompto tried to shrink even lower in his bounds.
It was barely a whisper, when the other spoke. “Stop”, Prompto said, he could not handle the onslaught of memories that he had tried to bury.
Prompto could feel Ardyns hand in his hair, ruffling it with gentle care. It seemed as if Ardyn now wanted him to talk, so he carefully looked up and tried to defend his mother. “She still named me.”
Ardyn laughed at Promptos resistence, carefully he continued to pet the blond. “It seems, my favourite MT, that you still need to learn; ‘Come here! Prompto! without any delay!’ Was never intended to be a name, you were just grasping at straws. But alass, we went slightly off topic there... so let’s get on track, shall we?”
Ardyn stopped the gently care and went to get a few potions ready. “I felt a bit down lately, you see, and I thought maybe you could do your thing and make me feel a bit better. What do you think? Maybe there will even be a potion for you at the end, for being a good Magitek Unit.”
“I’m not an MT, I am Prompto Argentum. I know who I am.”
Ardyn respected the strength the blond showed, however, he hadn’t even started yet. He gripped the other’s arm and pressed into the wounds from the fall. Prompto tensed even more so then before but was glaring at Ardyn.
“No more backtalk, let us get to work, shall we?” He didn’t move too far away, simply replacing himself to be able to be watching Prompto better. Poor thing seemed to be unable to handle the stress, trembling more and more and trying to shake his binds of. This continued for many minutes, with Prompto retrying to get away more and more desperate, while also starting to hiss in pain. Then it stopped altogether. Arden could see the gears in Prompts head turning, realizing and rationalizing the situation he was in. After a moment in shared silence, Ardyn could see Prompto’s cheeks redden.
“Oh, you don’t have to be nervous about your this, it is what you were programmed for!” Ardyn said, never the less starting to humm the chocobo theme and slowly he was able to hear Prompto’s addition to it.
He stopped his own approach and simply listened. He could feel the drain of thousands of years leaving him. He felt a calm wash over him, that could not be described, even though Prompto sounded beaten and nervous and wasn’t able to really hold his melody.
As Prompto finished, Ardyn ordered to do it again but Prompto did not resume to his melody. He gave Ardyn a cold stare. “You promised me a potion.”
Ardyns gaze hardened. “But 10-25-43, you were not a good Magitek Unit.... and since you are not following orders, let us see, if your screams are going to be like music in my ears.”
And when the pain hit, Prompts screamed.
Re: FILL 4/5 Prompto/Any, or Gen, Songstress!Prompto
Date: 2017-02-19 09:54 pm (UTC)we like to suffer (^.^)
Noctis/Ignis- Crystal memory loss
Date: 2017-02-19 09:59 pm (UTC)+Established relationship spanning since the brotherhood era
+Ignis having not remembered Noctis got into a relationship with someone else (an oc not one of the bros or another known character) and once he remembers Noctis he feels horribly guilty because he has basically been cheating on Noctis for ten years
+Ignis, Gladio and Prompto without their memories of Noctis became virtual strangers to each other and when they get their memories back they have to re-work their relationship to each other
+Noctis stays a week or two with them in Lestallum before heading to Insomia