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FILL - [1a/?]
Date: 2017-02-23 01:04 am (UTC)The man who was their liaison with the Altissian government had never disclosed his rank, but Ignis suspected he was an undersecretary of a very low ranking official, which was terribly improper, but then given the circumstances it was also rather arrogant to begrudge the more important staff on more important matters. Even when it became clear that his status was because of his appalling inefficiency and general lack of communication. So when, one late afternoon, it seemed that they were going to be missing dinner, instead of sitting tight and hoping the matter would fix itself, Ignis had set out into the city to find them their own food.
Gladio and Prompto were out helping the people of Altissia recover amongst the carnage of their city; Noctis was recovering in bed – or, at least, Ignis hoped he was. He’d only woken yesterday and was still far too weak to be exerting himself. None of them knew about this little excursion, and Ignis planned to keep it that way.
Of course, the most sensible option by far would be to head into the government offices and try his hand at bureaucracy. He was distinctive both in appearance and the names he was attached to, and of course he had the practice and skill at it. He would no doubt be successful there.
He went out into the city instead – as if it were like old times, and the city wasn’t in ruins and the food not merely what tins and packets had been salvaged from the ruins, the fresh produce coming in from nearby farms and storage getting snatched up before it made it to the central market no matter how inflated the prices. As if he wasn’t blind and fumbling and aching all over, a non-stop pain like a little stone wedged inside his skull.
He'd asked three people for the directions to the central market, an emergency set-up by the government that had swelled with people wanting to trade their bags of rice for medication, for soap and clothes and pet food. It wasn't that he'd forgotten the first person's directions, just that perhaps he hadn't quite trusted it, or the second person's directions either, and, well, if all three people agreed on the best route then he probably shouldn't have to worry.
Except that–
'Oh, sir,' a man said, and it took a moment and a gentle touch on his upper arm before he realised the man was talking to him. 'You're heading into a dead end; that road's blocked.'
Ignis paused. He was certain that this was the route he had arrived to the market by, but then perhaps whilst he'd been buying what food he could it had been blocked off by something or other. A building may have collapsed, or military vehicles were now parked there. Or, it could be a trick, an attempt to violently mug him by getting him onto one of the deserted side streets. And whatever the reason then it would still be unwise to step off his known route.
He hadn’t brought all their money with him, just enough to buy dinner, and there was little else on him he’d miss if it were stolen. The food would be inconvenient but no more. His phone – that would be unfortunate, but hardly devastating.
'Sir?'
‘Ah,’ Ignis said. ‘Thank you. You wouldn’t happen to know a way around it, would you?’
‘Of course, no problem, there’s a street parallel you can go on…’ The touch on Ignis’ arm disappeared then appeared again at his elbow, gently guiding him.
Ignis stumbled as the pavement gave way to road, then managed to catch the little rise on the other side of the road with his stick. Their Altissian undersecretary had promised him a proper cane but as of yet nothing had been procured, so he made do with a walking stick Prompto had picked up on the first day.
The street they’d been on was quiet, compared to the market. This one was next to silent. The air tasted of dust, still, and something foul that was leaking into the canals from broken pipes below street level. The man beside him made a noise as if he was about to say something, but changed his mind. Ignis could hear him breathe very clearly, and the sound of his clothes as he moved, and his footsteps. Machinery in the distance.
Another person was walking behind them, catching up. A man, or a heavy-footed woman. On Ignis’ left, perhaps. It was hard to tell. He would need to become better at that, and quickly. Perhaps he could get Gladiolus and Prompto to help him practice–
The swish and crack registered a second before the pain; then his head split open with agony, the ground rough beneath his hands and knees. Nothing but the roaring of blood in his ears and the pain, swallowing him whole. Very distantly he felt the hot wetness of blood on the back of his neck. Even more distantly, disappointment.
He couldn’t move, couldn’t quite work out his limbs, couldn’t hear, couldn’t see what was happening. His head was spinning and he wondered briefly if he was indeed falling, except no, he could feel the ground beneath him, unless the whole street was collapsing into the canals below. There was pressure on his back, on his shoulders, he couldn’t seem to get back up again. His eyes were screwed shut, he realised, because the agony made them feel like they might burst and dribble out of their sockets. He couldn’t move his neck for the pain like a dagger in the base of his skull.
Something in his mouth – a gritty wad of cloth – and the world spun again, and he was upright, perhaps, something solid beneath his feet. Hands on his upper arms, half pulling, half dragging him. They didn’t want to just mug him, then.
He’d dropped his stick. He summoned a knife in his right hand, though he could barely feel it, barely force his fingers to hold it tight. With his left hand he grabbed out, found loose fabric, and used the weight of the body being pulled towards him to aim. Swing the blade, do less damage than a well aimed stab, but be more likely to damage at all than a poorly aimed one. A scream – it was a man, approaching middle age – shouting all around him – there were at least several others surrounding them – Ignis struck out again and his knife wedged into the man’s body, probably caught between two ribs, and Ignis let go rather than waste time and effort trying to pull it out, summoning another in his left hand as his right was seized – he swung, caught something but barely, swung again at whoever was holding his right wrist but met nothing. The grip disappeared. He spat the gag from his mouth. His spells had all been depleted; if only–
Something hit him on the back, across his shoulder blades. His knife dropped from his nerveless fingers. Resisted the urge to find and pick it back up. Unsummon it, summon again, both of them, one in each hand, the floor spinning and he felt sick and the roaring in his ears and his own panting breath meant he couldn’t hear where anyone was, couldn’t do anything but stand there, waiting, swaying, helpless–
They hit his legs this time, the backs of his knees, and he went down awkwardly on one side. Scrambled up again, swinging out around him, meeting nothing but air. He could hear them talk but couldn’t make himself understand the words. His head was alight with pain, slicing down every nerve, stabbing into the backs of his eyes, down his spine. A moment’s pause. Concentrate. Someone was angry, was trying to ask for help keeping Anuris alive, someone else said to shut the fuck up he’s already dead.
A blow to Ignis’ upper arm, not hard enough to crack the bone but more than sufficient to force him to drop his knife. He cradled his arm to his chest, breath a hiss through his clenched jaws. The sound of smashing glass made him flinch and twist to face the source, but nothing more came of it. Behind him, a crash of something metal on metal. They didn’t want to get too close and risk his blades. They were trying to wear him down, safely out of range.
They were succeeding, of course.
The sound of something heavy being dragged.
His knife was trembling, arm straining with the effort of holding it up in front of him when every bone in his body ached, begged just to stop, battle stance ready when he knew and they knew it was entirely useless: a single, tiny point of defence with every other side wide open to attack.
A sound, the stamp of a boot – Ignis spun around to face it but again, that was it. He could try to break out of their circle around him, except that he was disorientated and more than likely to run straight into the side of a building or car, if he didn’t manage to trip over and fall straight over or directly into one of the men. He could shout for help, except that his throat was tight and dry and if he tried that they’d no doubt finish him off and run before anyone arrived, if anyone was within hearing distance and would want to arrive to help in the first place.
Ignis shifted, trying to find his balance and failing. They wanted him for more than just his money: they could have stolen whatever they wanted immediately after the first attack. They couldn’t think that if let him go now he might identify them and put them at risk later, but he was apparently valuable enough that even after killing one of them they hadn’t given up. Or was it just that they counted their number as so invaluable as not to matter? They’d been trying to drag him somewhere. Did they want information on Noctis? A ransom? Had someone hired them for the job or were they doing it for themselves? Maybe they just wanted to hurt someone and it didn’t matter who. Maybe he just made an irresistible, easy target.
There was not enough information. He could try to reason with them, tell them his friends would pay far more than what he had on him for his safe release. He doubted he could escape – couldn’t do it without killing them all first, couldn’t kill them all even though he needed to. They were probably just civilians, criminals for sure but hardly monsters...
Gods, his head hurt. He was tired. He could feel the stickiness of blood soaking into his collar and matting his hair into tufts, running down his face from old, broken open scabs, dripping off his chin. He’d already lost too much blood when he’d lost his eyes; he couldn’t afford this, now.
No… not quite. What did it matter if he lost too much blood? He couldn’t support Noctis either way.
A man stamped to his left and Ignis flinched towards him, adjusting his stance, redundant muscle memory. Laughter, rough and wild, high on adrenaline. Ignis only just managed to stop himself throwing his knife at the source. He’d only miss.
When would they tire of this game? He was sick of it. He was sick to the back teeth of all of it. Let the street cave in and kill every last one of them.
They brought him down with another strike to the back of his head, and when Ignis came to he was on the ground, his hands clasped, palms together, tied up with thick rope. No chance of summoning any weapons, then; he kicked and twisted as he was hauled up, dragged by his arms along the road, up onto the pavement, in through an open door. Smooth wooden floorboards, the lingering smell of dog and laundry, distinctive even through the reek of blood in his nose.
Rolled face-down onto something soft – a mattress on the floor. Oh. So this was what they wanted. His hands were secured above his head, one of his legs pulled straight and rope tied around his ankle, keeping it outstretched. Ignis kicked with his free leg, trying to get it under him for the leverage to pull at his bindings, but something heavy on his back held him down. Hands on his neck, squeezing his throat as his belt was undone and his trousers and underwear pulled down around his ankles. His shoes were yanked off, trousers tangled around the ankle of his bound leg.
He couldn’t cry – he was physically unable to produce tears, now. He’d realised that very early on, when the pain had driven him what felt like half-insane, when he’d refused medication because someone else must surely need it more, when two days later when he’d turned up in Gladio’s bedroom at night and begged for it – he couldn’t sleep, couldn’t force food down his throat, couldn’t think, couldn’t move for the pain – only by then there’d been none left.
He couldn’t scream – the hand around his throat made sure of that. Ignis wasn’t entirely sure he would do either, cry or scream, even if he could, but something was howling inside him, tearing at the walls of his body that was containing it. The gag was forced back into his throat, this time tied properly around the back of his head, and then the hand around his neck left, and Ignis shuddered with what air he could manage through his nose, blowing blood bubbles with each rasping breath.
Hands groped at him, a pair on his arse, and cold lube and fingers pushing against then inside him. Ignis bit down on his gag, hard, grinding his forehead into the mattress. He’d done this before – not like this, but still – he knew it’d hurt. His whole body was a knotted ball of pain, held together with a spider’s web of self-control, and he didn’t know if this would be what broke the weave of silk threads. He could barely perform normality for Noctis, Gladio and Prompto, barely keep it together in public, and now? A man sat on his upper thighs, skin-on-skin; he was hairy, and slightly damp with sweat. Ignis clenched up, even though he knew it’d be better if he didn’t, but he could hardly breathe, and when the man pushed in he couldn’t help the sound that came out, muffled through the gag. Not even a word – just a noise, like an animal.
He couldn’t do it. It hurt. He just wanted it to stop. He had so little left, so fucking little, and now they were taking even this from him.
The man thrusting into him – short, irregular motions – leant forwards and put his hands on Ignis’ shoulders, shuffling to get a better position. The other men were jeering, laughing, and Ignis didn’t need to try to drown them out; the roaring in his ears, pain thumping in to his staccato heart-beat, did it for him. He heard the sound of a shutter on a camera – the digital copy, not the true mechanical click – someone had their phone out, Ignis realised. They were taking photos of this.
Sometime after the first man had finished and the second started, grunting, leaning low over Ignis’ back so his flabby stomach brushed against him with every thrust, Ignis realised that the rope tying his hands together was coming loose. His wrists were rubbed raw and bound as tight as ever, but his swollen fingers had the space to wriggle against each other.
The third man was bony, stroked his hands down Ignis’ back, and whispered endearments into his ear as he applied more lube to counter the tacky blood.
Ignis gutted him with the knife he summoned, knots worked just loose enough to fit the hilt between his palms without breaking the delicate bones there, the blade slicing through the rope tying his wrists to the ground and then the man’s stomach with equal ease. The man screamed, and kept screaming as he disappeared from Ignis’ back, and the blood pouring onto Ignis told him that he’d severed an artery and therefore could concentrate on the rope tying his ankle, and then the first, second and fourth men.
The first man tackled Ignis and received a hole in his throat for his troubles, a long slash that Ignis felt going through the cartilage of his windpipe. He fell, hacked and gurgled on the floor, joining in with the third whose screams had turned to frightened sobs, getting weaker with every second.
FILL - [1b/?]
Date: 2017-02-23 01:05 am (UTC)Now that the dying men were quiet, Ignis could hear the remaining two whisper – panicked, hushed, trying to egg the other into being the first to attack. They were frightened of ending up the same way as their companions, and Ignis must be blocking the exit.
He could escape himself, then, but trying to find the door and then opening it if it were closed would require his hands, and if indeed the men felt suddenly brave in that moment of clear vulnerability – no. Trying to escape wasn’t a viable option. But neither could this stalemate last forever. They wouldn’t hesitate forever, and there was undoubtedly something in the room they could use as makeshift weapons; even throwing books at his head would be enough to distract him and create a fatal opening in his defence.
Ignis’ hands were still shaking as he lowered them, and he leant back against the wall, letting his head rest against it. His damned body would not stop trembling. His knives felt each as heavy as Gladio’s swords. After a long moment his legs folded neatly beneath him and he slid into a crouch, bracing himself with his hands on the floor in front of him, bowing his head, defeated by the effort of keeping it upright. In this new position his breathing struggled, deepening into wet, rasping coughs. His bones felt like they’d been shattered then glued back together. His head was spinning again and it made him feel like he was only a hair’s breadth from throwing up.
One of the men made a dash towards him, and something smashed over Ignis’ back – but his head was down, out of the way of damage, and he was braced with his hands so he wouldn’t collapse. Half a second later he launched himself forward, tackling the man – aiming for his waist but missing, falling together into a heap on the floor anyway. Ignis stabbed him in the chest, losing count of how many times, and only stopped when a hand gripped his wrist and stopped him. He swung out with his other knife. There was screaming, pleading to stop. Blood on his hands, soaking into his sleeves, down his front, on his face, wet, hot, a blow to Ignis’ neck and another to his face, sheer agony at it glanced off his ruined left eye. The man below him was struggling; the man to his left he clung on to, trying to stab even as that man tried to hold him back. They rolled over, into a piece of furniture, hard, solid, and Ignis twisted so that he landed on top, and sliced open the man’s throat.
The sudden silence only made his own breathing all the more deafening. Ignis stumbled as he got up, unsummoning his knives even as he dropped them to the ground. He tried to wipe his face but his hands were sticky, soaking wet, and trembling far too hard. He’d lost his underwear, trousers and shoes, he realised dully, and he knelt back down on the floor, hands and knees, reaching out around him to try and find them.
After a long time he gave up, and yanked the trousers from one of the dead men – the bony one, trousers loose around his ankles – and pulled those on instead.
Re: FILL 4/5 Prompto/Any, or Gen, Songstress!Prompto
Date: 2017-02-23 01:09 am (UTC)Re: FILL - [1b/?]
Date: 2017-02-23 01:39 am (UTC)Poor Ignis. (But also, YAY Ignis! Fuck them up!!!)
Re: FILL - [1b/?]
Date: 2017-02-23 01:45 am (UTC)He's gonna walk out of there, injured, in another man's clothes, covered in blood.........
Ignis ;_;
Re: fill - Re: Ignis/Noctis Mommy Kink
Date: 2017-02-23 02:07 am (UTC)My, my, my, where do I begin? First off, I saw this when I was at work and all I could think was, “Dammit I have to wait 4 more hours before I can read this!!!” All the while sneaking in short peeks while I work. :P Needless to say, the (somewhat) wait was worth it.
I love it. I absolutely love it! How you wrote this entire thing was wonderful from start to finish. The beginning with Mama Iggy making sure his little boy has eaten a REAL meal. Noctis’ cuteness is activated and Ignis just gives in because, come on, who could say no to that!? I mean seriously, Noctis as a 20 year old MAN in the game sometimes has this dazed look in his eyes and he just reminds me of my cat, not shitting you, he does. And my little dork of a cat knows that it can get anything with a cute face. But anyways, back to the story. The breastfeeding was not quite what I had in mind for the lactation, but it fits with how you wrote Noctis in this story. But when Noctis shoves Ignis to the couch and that bit of possessiveness slips in, that made me smile so much. And how eager Noctis was that he completely overlooked preparing Ignis, made me a bit worried for poor Iggy. Oh! OH! And how Noctis folds up Ignis’ pants instead of just throwing it to the floor….good boy Noctis, Mama Iggy taught you well… That was a nice touch! And I do wonder what happened when Noctis was getting the lube, did he clean up whatever mess he made? Lol
“You’re my mama and I love you…” This made me squeal so much. And how Ignis says, “Mummy loves you, darling, I absolutely adore you,” made me smile so widely, I probably looked like a Cheshire Cat. Also, nice with keeping the British wording of Mommy since Ignis sounds like a Brit! The ending was very good. With Noctis saying that he’s going to put a baby inside Ignis, made me once again squeal, possibly a little louder, much to my embarrassment... *sigh* Love crazed indeed…. Damnit I love it too much! And Ignis’ comment at the end, perfect Ignis reply. It almost makes me want another story where Ignis does get knocked up by this and how he and Noctis would react to it….
But, all in all, this just makes me want more, not just the sex, but I mean other interactions between Noctis and Ignis when they are alone and Noctis can call Iggy his mother without outsiders intruding into their little world. How Ignis may sometimes treat Noctis as a mother in front of others unconsciously. So much more…
However AuthorNon, you have filled in the kink I had for quite some time and you’ve just made me hungry for more! D: I will be making more kinks for Mama Iggy in other scenarios.
Thank you so much AuthorNon for filling my kink prompt!!! :) If I miss something to comment on, please let me know!
Re: Seconded: Ignis/Noctis, food porn
Date: 2017-02-23 02:08 am (UTC)FILL 5/? Re: Anastasia AU
Date: 2017-02-23 02:20 am (UTC)----
The next leg of the drive to Galdin Quay was almost pleasant.
Noct found out that Prompto had a hobby for photography, and spent a good two hours going through every photo on his camera, asking questions and commenting on his favorites. Prompto, who Ignis could tell was starting to get the tremors again with the change in temperature, was more animated than his usual self. Ignis found himself checking the two of them in the mirror often, hiding a smile as Noct draped himself over Prompto’s chair to point out landmarks and interesting monsters.
When they stopped the car to walk Umbra, Prompto’s knees gave, Noct made it to the blonde just a few seconds after Ignis.
“It’s a childhood affliction,” Ignis said quickly, before Noct could ask. “He’ll be fine.”
Prompto smiled weakly and waved Noct off. “It’s no big,” he said. “Too much blood in my system.” Noct shrugged, but Ignis got the message, and asked the prince in training to take Umbra on his walk alone for a minute. Then he helped Prompto over to the ditch and held back his hair as his friend vomited black, viscous blood onto the dirt.
“Gross,” Prompto rasped. “I think that’s it, Iggy.”
It wasn’t, but Ignis humored him for another few steps. Then he knelt with him again, and held him through the inevitable shakes that came on the heels of this particular sickness.
Neither he nor Prompto knew what caused this. It had something to do with the testing Prompto had undergone as a child back in Niflheim, but he’d been too young to remember any of the details. So all either of them could do was weather through the occasional attacks, try to cover it up as best they could, and keep Prompto away from any and all MT patrols.
“Don’t know what I’d do without you, bro,” Prompto gasped, as Ignis helped him clean up.
“Probably die,” Ignis said. “I doubt you could cook for yourself if you tried.”
“Ha, fucking ha.”
There was a sound of shuffling behind Prompto’s back, and Ignis looked up to see Noct standing a few yards away, gazing at them with an unreadable expression. How much had he seen? What did he suspect? But no, Noct had grown up sheltered, locked away in an orphanage outside of the city. He had no reason to know anything about MTs, or suspect that one of his companions had been scheduled to be made into one of them. And even so, who would he tell?
When they all piled back into the car, Noct dug out a case of mints from the depths of his capris and handed them over to Prompto.
“Thanks, buddy,” Prompto said, smiling like the sun. Noct mumbled something and sat back, looking sheepish.
“Why Noct,” Ignis said, unable to stop himself. “That was almost an act of kindness.”
“Yeah, shocking,” Noct said, and dug his hands into the fur of the dog laying on his legs. Ignis’ eyes crinkled in amusement, and Noct looked up at him through the rearview mirror and risked the smallest, faintest smile in return.
When they made it to the Quay, someone was waiting for them.
He was a tall man with a broad jawline and unkempt stubble, with auburn hair that looked purple in the fluorescent lighting of the Quay. He tipped his hat to them as they approached the dining area, and his smile was so sincere that Ignis immediately distrusted it.
“Are you here for the boat to Altissia?” he asked, in a voice smooth as silk. “I’m afraid the last one left an hour ago. You’ll have to wait ‘til morning to embark.”
“That’s… nice to know,” Prompto said, looking at Ignis with clear confusion in his eyes. The blonde jerked his head slightly, and Ignis followed his gaze. Noct stood stock still on the boardwalk a few feet behind them, his tan skin gone deathly grey, knuckles white as he gripped one of their bags in his right hand. His pupils were shot, and he looked like Prompto on the verge of one of his episodes. At his side, Umbra’s teeth were bared, and the dog was growling low in his chest.
The man before them continued on as though unaware of Noct’s condition. “I happen to have missed the boat myself,” he said, “and I must take another avenue to reach my destination. You are welcome to take my lodgings at the inn for tonight,” he said, holding out a gold-edged ticket. “Free of charge.”
Ignis turned his gaze from Noct and narrowed his eyes. “Nothing is free,” he said. “I am sorry to say that we must decline.”
“But I insist!” The man smiled indulgently. “Let an old man be magnanimous for once, my boy.” He pressed the ticket into Ignis’ hand, and saluted him and Prompto with a wink, he started to walk around them when Noct let out a desperate sound in the back of his throat and spoke.
“Who… who are you?” he asked the man. He was trembling uncontrollably now, and Ignis wondered if he should go to him. “What are you?”
The man raised his eyebrows. “Oh dear, very impolite, aren't we? As for who…” He reached Noct in two strides, and his fingers brushed the side of Noct’s jaw. Noct remained perfectly still, but Umbra’s teeth snapped in a furious snarl, and the man rocked back with a low-throated laugh.
“A man of no consequence,” he said, and his warm chuckle was carried away by a sharp sea wind as he made his slow, sauntering way down the boardwalk.
“Noct?” Ignis dropped his own bag and ran to him, hardly noticing how Umbra had returned to his calm, gently panting self. “Noct, are you well?”
Noct looked up at Ignis with wide, terrified eyes, and gripped his shoulder hard.
“I’ve never wanted to kill someone more in my life,” he said, in a harsh voice, “than I do right now. And I don’t know why.”
“Ah,” Ignis said. “Well. That. Ah…” He looked at Prompto for help, and the blonde ran over.
“Let’s save the killing for later, yeah?” he said, in a falsely cheerful voice. “And plus side, we can sleep in actual beds tonight!”
Noct swallowed and turned his gaze to the distant horizon.
“Right,” he said. “Let’s do that.”
Noct nearly had himself under control by the time Ignis came back from his after dinner excursion. He and Prompto, understandably, had been quick to make excuses to leave. Noct couldn’t blame them. He still didn’t understand how someone could make him react so violently in just under a minute. He’d felt like his head was splitting open the whole time that smarmy asshole was talking to them, and when the man had turned to face him…
Noct shuddered and curled up on the bed, wrapping himself in the blankets despite the heat of the room.
“Rise and shine,” Ignis said, slipping into the room with a box under his arm. “The night is young, Noct.”
“Oh my gods,” Noct moaned. “You’re chipper.”
“Perish the thought.” Noct glanced over as Ignis dropped the box next to him. “I took the liberty of buying something for you. A present to commemorate the trip, and discovering your new life.”
“Huh,” Noct said, and sat up. He pulled out a large, wide-sleeved coat from the box and flapped it twice to smooth out the folds. “That’s… very purple.”
Ignis’ cheeks colored. “If you’d rather not, I can always have it returned—“
“No. Sorry, Specs.” Noct smiled ruefully. “I’m shit at gifts. No one’s ever… This is kind of my first one.”
Ignis watched Noct remove his old jacket and place it reverentially on the bed, then slip into the new one. He tested out the arms, then held out the edges like a cloak.
“Big, isn’t it?” he murmured.
“I figured you’d need room to grow,” Ignis said.
“The way you cook, definitely.” Noct looked up at him. “It’s nice, really. Thank you.”
“It’s nothing special,” Ignis said. He stood abruptly. “Come, we’re practicing dance steps again.”
Noct groaned, but followed the older man out onto the balcony anyways, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his new coat. When they emerged into the open air, Prompto was sitting on the floor with Umbra, hands extended to a cleared-out circle of patio chairs.
“Your dance floor awaits, your highness,” he said. Noct flipped him a rude gesture, and he snickered. Noct let Ignis show him where to stand, and mentally prepared himself for the unholy sounds of “One, two, three, one… Noct, no, put your foot there two thaaughh, try that again…”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Prompto said. “Hold up.” He got out his phone and flipped through it, then set it down on top of one of the chairs. He spread his hands out in an arc and whispered, “Ambience.”
Noct let out a bark of laughter, but then music started to play from the phone speakers, Ignis’ hands were on his side and shoulder, and it was becoming strangely hard to breathe. He looked down at his feet as the first chords of the melody rang out.
“Eyes up, your highness.”
“Don’t cry to me when I kick your shins out.” Noct’s cheeks flushed as Ignis laughed, free and light as he was with Prompto, and he stumbled over the taller man’s shoes. Ignis’ lips twitched, and they jerked through the first few movements to the sound of Ignis’ strangled laughter.
“If you think I’m so bad,” Noct said, hotly, “why don’t you—“
And suddenly Noct was being swept back, following Ignis’ flawless steps along the polished boards, feeling like a kite being tugged by the wind.
“Where’d you learn this?” Noct asked, as Ignis gently eased him into a spin.
“There are many empty ballroom in the Citadel,” Ignis said. “You should try this with Prompto, sometime.”
“I’m fine with you,” Noct said, without thinking. Ignis looked at him oddly, but didn’t comment. They were still dancing, Noct taking the lead again with Ignis’ hand on his back to guide him, when he realized that the music had stopped.
He staggered to a halt, and his nose bumped into Ignis’ collar, dislodging the taller man’s spectacles. He caught them as they fell, and looked up into green eyes that were nearly eclipsed by the wide blackness of Ignis’ pupils.
“Damn, Specs,” he said, in a soft voice. Ignis’ head tilted down half an inch, and Noct could feel the heat of him on his skin. Then long, cool fingers lifted the glasses from his hands, and Ignis stepped back.
“Thank you, Noct,” he said, in his throaty formal voice. He opened his mouth as though to say more, closed it, and then turned to go. Noct watched him pass Prompto, who was sitting there with such a look of deep, visceral melancholy that Noct felt a knot of apprehension form in his throat.
“Oh, Iggy,” Prompto whispered, like a sigh. “I should’ve known.”
Re: Ignis + tentacled monster, dub/non-con
Date: 2017-02-23 02:33 am (UTC)Re: Ardyn + Gen, Soap Addict
Date: 2017-02-23 02:34 am (UTC)Re: FILL 5/? Re: Anastasia AU
Date: 2017-02-23 02:42 am (UTC)That scene with Ardyn was excellent, btw. "What are you?" yasss~~~~
Re: Noctis/Ignis- Starting life over + rebirth
Date: 2017-02-23 03:20 am (UTC)FILL 6/? Re: Anastasia AU
Date: 2017-02-23 05:23 am (UTC)----
In his dream, Ignis was ten years old, and his shirt was streaked with blood.
The blood wasn’t his, and he knew that in a dim, faraway manner, as though he were drifting a few inches from his body like a broken marionette. He watched King Regis fall before the blade of General Glauca, saw the splashes of blood that marred the light floor of the throne room. The King cried out in a voice that made his ears ring, whether enhanced by the King’s magic or by the desperate need of a dying father, Ignis couldn’t tell.
“Clarus! My son!”
There was a low, strangely familiar laugh, and Ignis saw Noct, Clarus, and Gladio running for the far door. They weren’t going to make it. Clarus Amicitia had a long gash running down his arm, and Gladio was still too young to wield his father’s sword—And Noctis, poor Noctis, Ignis’ only friend, was holding the ring of the Lucii in bloody hands and staring back at his father’s body with heartrending loss in his eyes.
Ignis ran to them.
“Mr. Amicitia, Noctis!” he called. Clarus looked at him blankly, as always, unable to put a name to Ignis’ face. Ignis didn’t care, not right now. “Not that way. There’s a window that opens in the side, right there. Noct and I… we use it to sneak out…”
Clarus looked to the window and nodded. “Thank you, son,” he said.
Ignis held the window up for them. When Noctis passed him, he gripped him by the arm and whispered in his ear. Ignis nodded, pushed him on, and slammed the window shut after him. Then he scrambled to the heavy curtains at the end of the east window and crouched behind them, eyes shut tight, hands to his ears, unable to block out the rattling screams of those who lay dying in the room beyond.
In the warm beds of the inn at Galdin Quay, Ignis woke in a cold sweat.
There was a heavy pressure on his legs. Ignis fumbled for the glasses he left on the bedside table and shoved them on, blinking into the eyes of Noct’s grey and white dog. Umbra panted heavily, closed his mouth, and pointed his snout towards the other bed. Ignis followed the dog’s gaze and saw Noctis lurching for the door.
“Let him be, Umbra,” Ignis said. The dog whined, and he shushed him, mindful of Prompto sleeping in the spot next to him. That’s when Ignis noticed that Noct was walking…strangely. His hands kept fumbling in the air ahead of him, and his stride was too wide for the cluttered room. He knocked into a chair, smiled fondly at it, and stepped around it lightly.
“Yes, father,” he said, in a slurred voice. “I’m coming. I’m almost… almost there.”
“Noct?” Ignis whispered. Noct didn’t turn. Was he sleepwalking? Ignis had to admit that he knew little about that phenomenon, only a dim recollection that it wasn’t a good idea to wake a sleepwalker. He glared at Umbra and the dog wriggled off the bed. Ignis followed suit, trailing the younger man out the door and onto the balcony.
When he came in sight of the water, Ignis’ heart twisted in his chest.
Daemons writhed in the dark waters beyond the balcony—great leech-like monsters with wide, round mouths that glowed with rows and rows of razor-sharp teeth. They arched out of the water at Noct’s arrival at the balcony, their eyeless heads craning as Noct laughed and stumbled on the polished deck.
“I’m coming,” Noct said, and grabbed the railing on the edge of the balcony. He lifted a leg to the second rung and beamed into the cool night air.
“Noctis!” Ignis called out the name of the long dead prince, and the man in front of him twisted round slowly, his eyes flashing violet as his lids half-lifted. Below him, the daemons whirled their dark green tails, turning the water into a boiling froth.
Noct raised his foot from the rail.
Ignis didn’t know how he managed to make it the next two yards. It was as though he blinked and he was there, arms wrapped tight around Noct’s slender waist, hauling him back from the edge and onto the floor of the balcony. There was a cry from inside the room, and he looked up over Noct’s thrashing limbs to see Prompto falling out of bed.
“Noctis,” Ignis cried. “Please, Noctis.” He could feel the anguish in his chest, hot and terrible as it had been that day so many years ago, when another dark-haired charge had held him in blood-slick fingers and whispered in his ear. He pleaded with the ghost of the boy he'd once called his friend, pleaded with himself, with the young man who had taken his friend's name. He pleaded as he held Noct fast between his legs, as he pressed his hands to the deck to keep them from lashing out. He didn’t know that he was weeping until he tasted the salt on his tongue.
Prompto ran to the edge of the dock, holding a black and silver handgun, and fired into the water. There was a high, keening scream, and a great rush of sound as the daemons descended into the depths.
Noct looked up at Ignis with unfocused, glazed eyes.
“Iggy,” he said. “I’ll come back for you. I’ll find you.”
“No,” Ignis said. “Whatever has you, don’t use his words. Not like this.”
Noct blinked rapidly and stilled, his chest heaving, and squinted his eyes shut.
“Hell, Specs,” he said, after a minute of silence. “You’re heavy.”
Ignis let out a hysterical laugh, and Prompto looked at him in alarm. But it didn’t matter. Ignis leaned down and took the young man in his arms, hot tears stinging his eyes.
“I won’t let it happen again, Noct,” he said, fiercely. “Not this time.”
“Not with you.”
Re: Noctis/Prompto - Public Sex
Date: 2017-02-23 05:36 am (UTC)Re: FILL Age of Kings 7/? Re: Ardyn/Noct or Gen, Everyone in the world knows Ardyn AU
Date: 2017-02-23 05:51 am (UTC)Re: FILL Age of Kings 8/8 Re: Ardyn/Noct or Gen, Everyone in the world knows Ardyn AU
Date: 2017-02-23 06:07 am (UTC)What a ride. Thank you, A!Anon.
Re: De-aged Noctis
Date: 2017-02-23 06:17 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Screaming into the Storm
Date: 2017-02-23 07:06 am (UTC)Re: Ardyn + Gen, Soap Addict
Date: 2017-02-23 07:20 am (UTC)------------------------------------------------------
Soap. Ardyn is unable to leave without smelling like soap or bringing one of his favourite soap out on his outings. From soap bars to shower gels in all shapes and sizes, Ardyn takes his soap
addictioncollection to the extreme. It doesn’t even help the fact that he’s co-habiting the place with Ravus.“Is this really necessary?”
“Well, as you can see, one can never have too many soaps. It’s essential for me to smell fresh and wonderful all day.”
Ravus glared at him as he tosses another bag of soap bars and bath bombs to the couch. As much as he wants to leave this place, he is stuck with Ardyn until Aranea can find a permanent place for him. Ravus has been living with Ardyn for almost three months now and he still hasn’t gotten used to the latter man’s crazy soap obsession.
“One day, you’ll understand why I love soap.”
“I hope one day I don’t have to see your face again.”
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Weeks passed and the situation has gotten to the point where Ravus would rather be homeless than sharing the bed with Loqi since Ardyn has taken the other room for his other set of soap collection.
It was going to be a couple of days, he said.
Aranea is just busy with her own works, he thought.
I’m seriously going to ruin every single soap bar I see in this place.
It didn’t take long for Ravus to snap and walk into Ardyn’s room only to see him moaning into the pillow with a dildo high up in his ass. Definitely not a view he wanted to see, so Ravus decided to walk away and pretended he didn’t see anything.
The next morning however, things became even weirder for Ravus to take anything seriously. Ardyn had told Loqi about the best toy he’d ever use (not that Loqi even cares because he’s clearly crashing).
“I had the pleasure of have a particular audience to watch it all.”
Ravus stared at him. I did not see anything, you fool.
Loqi laughed and smacked Ravus on his shoulder. It was a joke. Clearly, it had to be since Loqi found it hilarious.
“Very funny, Loqi.”
“Now I know why you left the bed in the middle of the night.” Loqi winked.
“I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING! I WASN’T EVEN THERE!”
Ardyn gave a dark laugh and proceed to head back to the main room. Ravus didn’t know where to hide. He could text Aranea or even call her again but he sees no point in doing so since she will reply with the same thing over and over again. Ravus stood up to pour himself a cup of Ebony because Gods, he needed something strong to keep himself sane.
“Guess what, that toy is not even a proper toy. It’s a fucking soap bar that’s in the shape of a fucking dildo.”
Ravus pours himself another cup.
“Even said he wanted to give me one so I could chill for a bit.”
And Ravus snaps again.
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“Gods, I don’t even know how you can tolerate him for -”
“Don’t even say it.”
Loqi knows how weird Ardyn is. He knows how obsessed that guy is with his overwhelming soap collection and at this rate, there is practically soap everywhere. Decorative soaps on the stove, scented soap bar as candles in the bathroom, shower jellies in the fridge and plenty more soap products lying everywhere.
“Good morning, my lovelies. I’m leaving today so please take care of my precious little soap angels while I’m away.”
Ravus rolled his eyes. He knew this meant Ardyn would get more soap products instead of getting produce for everyone to eat. At this rate, Ravus wouldn’t be surprised if they would end up eating soap. He laughed to himself until Loqi opened the fridge and tries to spread butter on his warm toast.
“Fucking piece of butter.” Loqi continues scraping the butter with a spoon. “It’s so hard.”
“Heh, like your dick in the morning.”
“Fuck off, princess.”
Loqi offered a piece of buttered toast to Ravus which he declined, saying that he would rather make his own breakfast to his own liking. Ravus took a sip of his drink as he starts to play with his phone. Maybe if I can come up with some sad story, Aranea would take me seriously and get me out of here.
It wasn’t long for Ravus to get out from his thoughts to find Loqi spitting out his toast. Ravus looked at him and the toast, expecting an explanation for that.
“This is some weird tasting butter.”
“It’s just butter.”
“Yeah, but it has a fruity smell to it.”
Ravus starts sniffing the air. Maybe it’s the air, he thought. Ardyn has been lighting up his own handmade soap candles that Ravus can’t even remember what clean air smells like.
“It’s the candles.”
Loqi sniffs the air again. He looked at his toast and starts to sniff it.
“By the Gods.”
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By the time Ardyn came home, Ravus and Loqi were more than ready to give Ardyn a piece of their mind. Instead, Ardyn gave them each a box of soap and told them to go to the spa. He suggested that they needed a break since both Ravus and Loqi looked rather tense in the past few days. Ravus protested but Loqi agreed saying they both needed sometime away from the place, and also from Ardyn. Of course, not without a stark reminder from the man himself with his own personalised soap box.
Being away from the place really gave the two younger men ample breathing space. Ravus was glad that he can have some peace after months of agonising pain and suffering just by living with Ardyn. Loqi was busy looking at pedestrians as they go about their day. He didn’t even bother to see what Ravus was mumbling about.
At home, Ardyn sets the bath and lights up all his soap candles as he waltzes to Ravus’ room to place more decorative soap; on the counter, the night table, the bed. The bed. Ardyn remembered what the shopkeeper told him about putting a soap bar under the bed. They say it’s for good luck but Ardyn, of course, had other plans to where he should place it. He puffed each pillow and place it carefully on the bed that was neatly done by Ravus. Ardyn looked at his selection of soap bar and decided on a nice white bar that is shaped like an angel. He placed it in between the pillow covers and gave a couple of sprits from his soap spray.
He didn’t even bother to slip a bar under Loqi’s pillow since he didn’t even know which pillow he uses. At least, Ardyn filled the room with more than enough soap products to leave the room smelling clean and fresh throughout the day.
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Just when Ravus was about to check the new restaurant across the street, he received a call from Ardyn saying they’re free to come home since he’s done with whatever he was doing while the men were away.
He groans loudly this time. Ravus doesn’t care if Loqi is taken aback by it. He wants out of there and possibly out of Ardyn’s life for good. He fumbles with the phone and drops it.
Just great, he thought.
Loqi looked at him and asked if he’s okay to which Ravus ignored and picked up his phone.
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The ride home was just miserable and Loqi could almost cut the tension with a sword.
“Look, I get it. You’re pissed and you want out.”
Ravus gave a sigh of relief. For once, someone understood how it feels like to live with someone who has a soap addiction.
“Why did I do this to myself?”
“Keep asking that question and maybe you’ll get it out of there.”
Ravus decided to slow down and park the car on the side. He looked at the soap decals that’s decorating the interior of the car.
“You know,” Ravus sighed again.
“I really don’t get him and this is not even my fucking car. I don’t even have one.”
Loqi nods and starts to open every compartment, finding something to play with.
“I just want a nice place for myself and not be in a whole fucking soap mess with Ardyn.”
Loqi scoffed. “And you think I want to share a bed with you?”
“Point taken.” Loqi laughed with Ravus as he unrolls a poster from the car’s compartment.
“Is this Ardyn?”
Ravus gave a quick glance before taking the poster away from Loqi’s hand to see it clearly. It was Ardyn, posing in a bathtub with decorative soap bars all around him. It was blackmail material but he needed to find the right time to use it against Ardyn.
“I can’t believe Ardyn used to model back then.”
Loqi looked at the poster again. “And he had me believing that he was doing some obscure soap porn for money.”
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“What took you so long?”
“Thanks for your concern but it is none of your business as to what we were doing.”
Both Loqi and Ravus tried to hide their smug faces and went to their shared room. Loqi had taken the poster with him and told Ravus of their plan of getting out of the place by pleading to Aranea. Initially, Ravus wasn’t too keen on it but after much convincing, he gave in. He knew the obsession was getting too far.
“May tonight be the last night that we’re sharing this bed together.”
“Agreed.”
Just when Ravus was about to put his head down, he felt a sharp pain at back of his head. He took the pillow and began to shake it. Of course, there had to be a soap bar and who else would put it there if not Ardyn, the crazy soap man himself. Loqi laughs at him and goes on about how lucky he was for not having soap under his pillow. Ravus scoffs at him and walks about of the room, taking his phone with him.
He’s glad that there’s a nice outdoor balcony area so he can at least have a moment to himself without getting distracted or interrupted. Unlocking his phone, he noticed a text from his sister asking if he’s alright since he hasn’t been replying any of her texts. Not that he didn’t want her to worry, he just wants to be alone right now. Maybe find someone to talk to but not Loqi, not Luna and definitely not Ardyn – the source of all his problems.
He can give Aranea a call since she promised to get him a proper place.
Twice, it rings.
“You better have a good reason for calling me right now”
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“If it’s that serious, go back to your sister’s place. She’ll be more than happy to take you back in.”
“I don’t like her partner and his group of friends. Too weird for my taste.”
Aranea groans as she gets ready. Ravus had offered to pick her up so she can see the soap hell for herself. She knew it was a problem but she has never seen Ravus act so differently ever since he stayed with Ardyn. The fact that she still can’t find two separate housing for Ravus and Loqi stresses her out. She’s not a real estate agent. Hell, she’s just a friend looking out for a friend in need. Until now, she still doesn’t understand why Ravus wants to be alone and independent; away from the whole royalty crap.
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“It was the proudest moment of my life!”
“What? Doing soap porn?”, Loqi rebutted.
Ravus laughed. He forgot how it felt to laugh like this. Perhaps he was too caught up in the soap mess that he didn’t even bother to find joy in anything else. Aranea gave a slight chuckle before taking the poster away. She shook her head and looked at Ardyn, searching for an answer.
“I just love soap.”
Aranea got up and placed her arm over Ardyn’s shoulder. “Yeah, well we all have our own kind of obsession but you are taking it too far.”
She took a small bar of soap and starts to scrape it with her nails.
“It really is too much, Ardyn.”
Ardyn gasped as Aranea squishes the soap into a whole mess. It was his favourite piece; small and cute with nice fragrance to it. He might use that soap one day but that day will never come since Aranea already ruined it. In fact, she already ruined almost half of his soap collection. Ardyn silently weeps. It’s crazy how someone can destroy his life collection of soaps in an instant.
“But” Aranea explains.
“I want you to know that we still sort of tolerate you and your soaps. Just fucking get rid of these!”
She picks up more soap residue from the floor and tossed them to Ardyn. Aranea didn’t even stop and hesitate as she takes a black garbage bag and start to throw in some of Ardyn’s soap candle collection, some of which are limited edition. Loqi joins in the fun by removing every soap décor around the house while Ravus just sits there, laughing to himself.
Something didn’t sit quite right with Ardyn. He was too pleased with the soap removal, no hard feelings, no emotions. He just smiles as both Aranea and Loqi gather almost his entire collection. Ravus feels like Ardyn is hiding something but he didn’t know what it is.
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After almost a whole day of cleaning and getting rid of every soap collection Ardyn has, save that one damned room since it’s his soap shrine, everyone flopped on the couch. It was hard work and there’s still that familiar soap scent that lingers in the air. Aranea admits that it’s not something they can change overnight.
“Smells like death to me.”
Ardyn gets up and puts on his robe.
“If you don’t mind, perhaps I can ask you to join in the festivities.”
They looked at Ardyn in confusion.
“Oh get into your bath suits, we’re in for a ride.”
Aranea thinks it’s time to go for a dip in the pool, maybe just to chill as they watch the sun set. Loqi think it’s just Ardyn taking his whole flamboyant soap addiction to a new level. Ravus decided not to since he wants to rest in his room for once, without any soap products surrounding him.
It didn’t take long for them to make a splash while Ravus was busy thinking about why Ardyn was acting that way. He began to search the room just in case Ardyn left out a hidden soap bar for Ravus. Nothing. Ravus walked out and stood outside the shine room that Ardyn talked about.
“Clearly, you are not tired at all.”
“Ardyn, I was just um...” Ravus gulped. He was screwed. He couldn’t find any reason as to why he’s there with his
hand on the handle.
Ardyn gets closer to him. Ravus can almost hear him breathing as he whispered.
“Be my soap.”
Re: Brot4, Wheelchair AU
Date: 2017-02-23 09:59 am (UTC)"WARP KICK!"
"Literally throwing a leg at someone isn't-"
"SHUT UP IT COUNTS."
Re: Fill: Delicacy (post Ch 14, happy AU)
Date: 2017-02-23 10:30 am (UTC)who knew cookies would become a sexy treat. ignis can get it and get it good. damnnn.
thank you for writing this!
Fill : OT4 "I OBJECT!" 1/1
Date: 2017-02-23 11:01 am (UTC)"I-I-I Uh - " Noctis wiped at his face.
"Today, Highness." Gladio hissed under his breath.
Luna managed to capture his gaze, he couldn't bear looking at her wet, tired eyes.
"I gu- I mean I d-" Noctis stuttered, looking with panic the hem of Luna's dress then back up to the statue 7ft behind her head.
"I OBJECT TO THIS HERE UNION!" Came an angry, rough voice from the 3rd row.
Cid, stood up slowly, hand raised in the air. "After all these kids have been through - both of 'em, you're still makin' 'em do this shit?" He pointed accusingly towards to Regis.
Clarus turned slowly towards Cid, eyes wide.
"Don't give me that look you old fucker, you'd have to be blind to see what's goin' on here" Cid dipped his head to Ignis. "No offense to lil' Iggy up there, boy's sharp as a tack."
"None taken." Ignis waved it off, Gladio grabbing his hand out of the air from bumping into the pedestal with flowers in front of him.
"They're all prepared to pull this stunt for you old farts but for what God-blessed purpo--"
Prompto could feel his eyes watering, now actually threatening to become tears rather than just a snuffly headache. He wanted so badly to reach for Ignis' hand.
Gladio met his father's icey, narrow glare and smiled wryly, shrugging. He mouthed what do you expect me to do?
Clarus rolled his eyes, making to stand.
"I CAN'T ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN." Ravus shot up. "I've pretended for long enough to get along with all of this and I just can't let Luna toss her life away again!" He grabbed the two-thousand four-hundred and seventy-two year old wood of the pew in front of him and gripped it hard. "The empire is gone, the war is over! There's no need for this farce!"
"Ravu-" Luna started, her well honed posture faltering as she turned to her brother. "Ravus, that's..."
Noctis felt her grip loosen then tighten all the way up again.
"Even the people who needed this damn thing to work out in the first place don't need it no more, Reggie, your boys fine, the girl's fine and you're good for another while yet." Cid ran his hand through his hair, leaning heavily on Cindy's shoulder for support. "They don't gotta do this shit."
Cor leant over the seat to speak directly to his King, whispering hurriedly and standing, Regis' eyes widened.
"That's the spirit, kid." Cid gave him a thumbs up.
"With all due respect your Majesty." Cor adjusted his tie. "This is a bit redundant at this point."
Cor's eyes suddenly found the 3rd century paintings on the ceiling very very fascinating when Clarus turned the gaze from his son sweating bullets behind Noctis at the altar to his traitorous 'friend'.
Noctis looked at Ravus, his broad shoulders shaking.
Aranea put her hand up.
"Yeah this is a pretty lame idea." She said loudly, rolling her eyes as the old woman beside her literally clutched her pearls. "Big boy, Idiot, and Pops are right"
there was a murmur of confusion and Ravus could be heard saying "I think I'm idiot." to the gentlman beside him.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, never in all my days have I heard this much objection to a union-" started the officiant "- And before I even got to that part! You should all be asha-”
A cool wind blew in, rustling Luna’s heavy dress.
Gentiana leaned into her Lady’s shoulder, whispering in her ear.
“You too Gentiana?” Luna’s eyes were wide and she pulled her eyes off of Noctis, who was now solidly looking at the ground looking like he was getting yelled at in school.
“Noct- I think perhaps we should talk about this whole thi-” Luna hand her hand on Noctis’ face, cupping his burning cheek gently.
Somebody on the far- far right of the hall stood up, his kingsglaive uniform standing out like a sore-thumb amongst the sea of gentle Tenebraen blues we was swimming in.
"I OBJECT!" Nyx Ulric shouted, his voice causing much more of a stir.
"Yeah! We object!" Libertus hobbled up, Nyx helping support his weight.
Crowe stood up beside them, grabbing Nyx's free hand.
“Princess, I-I can’t tell you what to do, I already told you that...” Nyx made his way through the row, literally jumping over the legs of 2 women who tried to block him in. “This doesn’t have to happen, you don’t have to do thi- “ He saw Noct’s quickly souring face. “N-neither of you have to do this anymore, you can both be happy.”
Regis stood, the whole room breaking out in new whispers but the heavy clunk of his bad leg and cane on the old stone as he made his way to the altar stopped that soon enough.
He gently placed his hand on the minister’s shoulder, stepping through the middle of Lunafreya and Noctis, splitting their hands apart.
“I’ve been informed just now, something that I wish at least one of you would’ve told me before we planned all of this.” Regis took his son’s hand finding it hard to stay balanced on the polished stone. “That my son,” He lifted Noctis’ hand a little. “And Princess Lunafreya have both had other romantic interests these past few years and hadn’t told me.”
“Dad, how was I suppos-” Noctis gripped his dad’s hand tight. “It all just happened without even realisi-”
“So in light of this discovery, while I cannot stop them, I do hope they consider this.” Regis put both his hands on his cane and looked to Luna for a moment then back at the crowd. “That happiness is not what you get for pleasing others, it is something you make for yourself.”
There was a whistle from the crowd and a hushed ‘paw-paw control yerself!’
“I hope you’ll both see that making everyone happy is impossible, so you’ll just aim to make yourselves happy.” Regis said, taking a deep breath and winking at Gladio before making a move back to his seat.
Luna looked Noctis in the eyes, he finally met her there.
“God, I thought I was gonna ruin this all on my own.” Noctis said with a small laugh. “I was just doing this so I didn’t let you down.”
Luna smiled at him, the first time that whole day and the seventy-five percent of ceremony they’d gone through.
“I didn’t want to hurt you...” She said, voice soft and raw. “I love you Noctis, I truly do, but not in the way one loves a husband.”
“I feel the same way, I just couldn’t love you how you deserve, the way I could love a husband.” Noctis whispered back, smiling at her small grin.
Luna stood up straight, looking over the crowd, several sour faces, Nyx getting stared down by her brother and Clarus - one hand holding Cor firmly in place - having a one-sided conversation with the King, who sat there serenely smiling up at her.
“Everyone I’m afraid there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding.” She turned to them, handing Noctis her bouquet to heft up her skirt. “I won’t be getting married today and neither will Noctis, I believe all of our priorities need re-evaluating.”
Ravus almost leapt over secretary Claustra to get to her only to be beaten to her hand by Nyx warping.
“Guess we said all that stuff last night for no reason then, huh?” Prompto said, hushed against the commotion of Luna leaving the church arms-linked with her brother on one side, and Nyx on the other.
“I wouldn’t say it was without reason -” Ignis reached for Noct, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We all got to say our hearts' desires thinking something was going to end.”
“We laid it all out on the table, thinking there’d be no next time.” Gladio slung an arm around Prompto’s shoulder. “Wish we had the guts to talk like that all the time.”
Noctis couldn’t stop himself grinning, tears that had been welling up all day finally falling, now from relief rather than sad resignation.
“I love you guys so mu-huuuuh-huuuch.” he ended up wailing, crashing his face into Gladio’s broad chest.
“Easy there prince charming, you’re getting snot on my jacket.” He gave Noctis’ back several long strokes anyway.
Regis stood again, this time Clarus by his side supporting him, Cor trailing behind his hand grabbed by Cid.
“Noctis...” Regis reached for his son and Gladio stepped back. “Noct come here.”
Noctis sniffed hard, trying to snort back his snot and tears.
“I won’t say I’m glad we went through all of this-” He held both of Noctis’ wrists gently. “-But I’m glad you’ve found who will make you happy, i-if you don’t mind me asking - “ Regis felt uncertainty prickle at his edges for the first time in a long while. “Which of your friends is th- I’ve been getting conflicting reports you see - I can’t be certain which of these boys is your partner.”
Noctis’ eyes stung at being opened to far after crying so hard.
“Dad, I uh,” Noctis felt his stomach drop. “I don’t know how to answer that one.”
There was a heavy cough.
“It’s all of them.” Cor said within that cough.
“You filthy snitch.” Gladio said without thinking. “Sir, you filthy snitch, sir.”
Regis looked around Noctis, seeing Ignis, Gladio and Prompto hidden away behind Ignis, a nervous smile on his face and a little wave.
He waved back.
“I guess you’d found a lot more love than I’d thought.” Regis said softly, his breath had left him but he smiled at his son.
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I couldn't completely erase kg bc I like nyx a LOT and i like lunyx a LOT and I want ravus and nyx to take videogames too seriously at family functions a LOT.
and I couldn't pick One Guy to object, so I chose, Almost Everyone. :^)
btw, Coctura was 20 minutes late and is just internally screaming the whole time hoping the reception is still gonna happen because she did not spend the last 18 hours making pastries for them to go to waste. (Ravus already paid the band, they should go party)
Re: Fill : OT4 "I OBJECT!" 1/1
Date: 2017-02-23 11:22 am (UTC)AND YOU INCLUDED KG SIX BLESS YOU AUTHORNON this was hilarious and sweet and i am sure everyone involved is relieved that they stopped it
except for coctura i guess because ALL THIS FOOD YOU GUYS
Re: Fill : OT4 "I OBJECT!" 1/1
Date: 2017-02-23 11:56 am (UTC)I JUST LAUGHED SO HARD THAT I STARTLED MY CAT INTO RUNNING OUT OF THE ROOM.
This is the most hilarious fic ever. BLESS YOU ALWAYS. I can't explain how perfect this is. Everyone objecting is the BEST way it could go down, Cor being a snitch, Ravus' helpful "I'm the idiot," god, I could quote this whole thing. Well fucking DONE, anon.
Re: fill - Re: Ignis/Noctis Mommy Kink
Date: 2017-02-23 12:08 pm (UTC)I teetered on the prep stuff but I was like, eh fuck it, let him be dumb, he's a dummy. (who I love and would die for)
the mess remains, in the eternal words of cooking mama "don't worry, mama will fix it"