Hello! Writer!Anon here. Strap in because this starts slow but when it gets going it won’t stop. This is a wild ride. Long too. I apologize for that. Updates will be irregular though I’ll try to get them once a week.
What to expect: Angst, Drama, a lot of Mixed signals and unreliable narrators. A happy end. A bit of soul searching too. A weird focus on fate (because of course, this is still FFXV) and dreams. Nyx being alive. People commenting that Ignis is a great catch (it’s more of a running gag at this point, I apologize). Prompto not realizing people think he’s a good catch. The most awkward conversation ever. Regis/Prompto as A Thing That Happened, up to you to add which level of dub-con it was on when we reach there.
What not to expect: A Beta reader. Non-con. Ardyn having bad touched Prompto. A tragic End. Character bashing (well except for that one stuffy council member, but that’s also a running joke) ---
Sometimes Prompto dreams of warmth. Of floating on a soft surface. Of being held lovingly, like a child, like something precious. Of holding too, of winding arms around slim but strong bodies. Of whispering words, of words being whispered back. Sometimes he doesn’t want to wake up, in them, he feels complete, at peace, refreshed and safe.
Sometimes he is aware of the mirage, and so, he stops, forces himself to wake up and not fall in the tempting embrace. His bed is empty, for good reasons; his parents are dead (his adoptive ones, he knows he’ll never think –never call- whatever the things that birthed him as such); he has friends, but the dreams touch boundaries they won’t ever cross.
But there is light, so there is hope. He’ll get there, eventually. Sometimes Prompto has nightmares, and he remembers that just like dreams, nightmares can become true. He knows. He’s seen them.
Ardyn’s ghost grip lingers. Firmly buried and locked but still there. Whatever peace he could get whatever closure he could have, delivered. Sometimes though, when he sees Noctis and Luna being happy together, when he sees the destruction of Nilfheim, of Eos, during the three Years of Darkness, when he sees a baby being born, a child laugh, he can almost hear his voice, feel his hand and the ice through his veins.
(Feel his insides twisting out, empty and cold –like the monster he can be but his skin won’t allow)
Some days are harder to breathe. That’s all. Less frequent now with the restorations more than halfway through.
And if everyone else can go on with their lives after the tragedy, if his friends can go forward through their loss and grief and sacrifice, he won’t be any different.
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Fill: (To Decode) Mixed Signals 1a/?
Date: 2017-03-08 01:20 am (UTC)What to expect: Angst, Drama, a lot of Mixed signals and unreliable narrators. A happy end. A bit of soul searching too. A weird focus on fate (because of course, this is still FFXV) and dreams. Nyx being alive. People commenting that Ignis is a great catch (it’s more of a running gag at this point, I apologize). Prompto not realizing people think he’s a good catch. The most awkward conversation ever. Regis/Prompto as A Thing That Happened, up to you to add which level of dub-con it was on when we reach there.
What not to expect: A Beta reader. Non-con. Ardyn having bad touched Prompto. A tragic End. Character bashing (well except for that one stuffy council member, but that’s also a running joke)
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Sometimes Prompto dreams of warmth. Of floating on a soft surface. Of being held lovingly, like a child, like something precious. Of holding too, of winding arms around slim but strong bodies. Of whispering words, of words being whispered back. Sometimes he doesn’t want to wake up, in them, he feels complete, at peace, refreshed and safe.
Sometimes he is aware of the mirage, and so, he stops, forces himself to wake up and not fall in the tempting embrace. His bed is empty, for good reasons; his parents are dead (his adoptive ones, he knows he’ll never think –never call- whatever the things that birthed him as such); he has friends, but the dreams touch boundaries they won’t ever cross.
But there is light, so there is hope. He’ll get there, eventually.
Sometimes Prompto has nightmares, and he remembers that just like dreams, nightmares can become true. He knows. He’s seen them.
Ardyn’s ghost grip lingers. Firmly buried and locked but still there. Whatever peace he could get whatever closure he could have, delivered. Sometimes though, when he sees Noctis and Luna being happy together, when he sees the destruction of Nilfheim, of Eos, during the three Years of Darkness, when he sees a baby being born, a child laugh, he can almost hear his voice, feel his hand and the ice through his veins.
(Feel his insides twisting out, empty and cold –like the monster he can be but his skin won’t allow)
Some days are harder to breathe. That’s all. Less frequent now with the restorations more than halfway through.
And if everyone else can go on with their lives after the tragedy, if his friends can go forward through their loss and grief and sacrifice, he won’t be any different.
(He can’t be)
(Oh but you are. Aren’t you, boy?)