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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.)
I've added/clarified some rules to make life easier to my pinners. Please refrain from changing the subject lines except when filling or updating a fill. It makes it easier for us to keep track of what we've already looked at. Thank you so much!
UPDATE 1/28/17: We've opened up a Drabble Tree post! Go check it out.
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: Four Times Noctis Made Someone Fall In Love With His Singing
(Anonymous) 2016-12-29 03:35 am (UTC)(link)Warnings for light Chapter 4 spoilers and Ardyn being an absolute creep.
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1.
“You have a beautiful voice, Noctis,” Regis once tells him, a long long time ago. “Just like your mother. When she sang, the whole world stopped to listen.”
“Mother could stop time?” Noctis had asked, awestruck at the thought for he was still young and naïve and understood things in the simple way only a child could.
Regis laughs, full body and hearty for this was during a time when duty and responsibility had not yet stolen his strength and grief was kept at bay for Noctis’ sake. “Yes. With a voice like that, even the Astrals were moved.”
“Wow,” Noctis breathes. He grins, bright and infectious and determined. “So if I sing for you every day dad, does that mean you’ll live forever?”
Regis smiles; it is a complex expression that Noctis will still be unable to decipher years later but the Noctis here and now can only think that he has made his father happy and that is all that matters to him.
“When you sing, Noctis, I feel anything is possible.”
2.
It was rare for the chocobos to grow agitated enough to fight with their riders but a combination of unfortunate events during their travels that day had Noctis and his group fighting to even mount them. It is through these unusual circumstances and desperate measures to not lose their only means of transportation through the mountainous terrain back to their car that has Noctis doing what he does next.
He begins to hum.
It’s a low sound at first, barely even audible to himself but his chocobo—on the verge of snapping it’s reins—hears it. And pauses.
That’s enough encouragement for Noctis to hum louder, clearer until it fills the whole clearing and all of the chocobos have paused in their struggles to listen. Noctis, only having eyes for his own chocobo, does not notice the silence.
He only sees how his own chocobo now moves closer towards his hand instead of away and continues to hum. He lets himself think of bright summer days by a clear lake, his joy when he caught his first fish and transform that into a wordless melody to his chocobo.
His chocobo moves, enraptured, and places it’s beak against Noctis’ hand. Noctis strokes it’s beak with one hand and pets it’s neck with his other, his humming never stopping until his chocobo has grown still within the circle of his arms.
Prompto lets out a whoosh of air, as though he had suddenly remembered how to breathe. Next to him, he thinks he hear Gladio and Ignis doing the same.
“Dude,” Prompto breathes. “That was amazing.”
His actions seeming to have finally caught up to him, Noctis flushes and quickly removes his arms from around his chocobo. “No—that was just—“
“Superb,” Ignis finishes for him. He eyes Noctis with both approval and pride.
Gladio grins. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a chocobo tamer.”
Noctis turns even redder and quickly mounts his chocobo, pushing it into a quick gallop before any more could be said about his voice.
3.
It’s difficult, but they manage to get Noctis to sing.
Prompto finds the karaoke version of a popular pop song they’ve all heard of on his phone and Noctis—still nervous and awkward but unwilling to deny his friends in the things that truly matter—lets himself go and sings.
They fall in love at first note.
Noctis sings like how he fights – light, graceful but fiercely. But there is also gentleness, compassion in the same way Noctis loves his kingdom, loves his people even when he doesn’t think he can protect them the way he’s meant to protect them.
Noctis sings, and the whole world stops to listen.
When he finishes the song, there is silence. It’s like the world had stopped breathing, had forgotten everything in it’s rapture.
It’s broken when Prompto laughs and leaps towards Noctis to grab him in a hug.
“Holy crap Noct!” Prompto breathes, voice thin and high like he’s winded from running a marathon. “Your singing it’s—it’s—“
“Marvelous,” Ignis finishes, his voice hushed with awe. “An absolute wonder to listen to.”
“What Iggy said!” And Prompto laughs again, squeezing Noctis like he’s trying to convey all his affection and pride into something physical. “Seriously Noct, you sing like an angel.”
“We should have Noctis replace the Regalia’s radio,” Gladio teases but there’s fondness in his eyes, a lingering smile on his lips.
Noctis can feel his cheeks burning and ducks his head. “It’s just one song. And it’s not like I can sing all the time – my throat’s too dry for that.”
“Then drink more water,” Prompto says, still refusing to let go of Noctis. “Seriously though Noct, you gotta sing more. It’s a crime not letting the world hear more of your voice!”
There’s a lot Noctis can say to that but his friends are all still smiling, the open happiness on their faces something he can’t deny (when would he ever be able to deny them their small joys? The small pockets of time where he can see them without his burdens weighing them down?).
“Fine,” Noctis agrees. “But only a request a day. And you all owe me a rare item in King’s Knight.”
(Considering what they were going to be able to hear every day, they all agree it’s a small price to pay.)
4.
The strange man they meet in Lestallum is anything but a welcome presence in their party but there is only so much distance that can be put between them without outright ostracizing him. As it is, Prompto is reluctant to go along with their once-a-day-song-request but Noctis is determined to act like the stranger isn’t affecting their daily routine whatsoever. So he gets Prompto to choose a song and if he notices Prompto choosing the quietest and shortest song he can find, Noctis doesn’t comment on it.
None of them do and if Noctis pitches his voice so low even he can barely hear himself when he sings, they don’t say a word about that either.
But the stranger, as it turns out, is both creepy and an obscenely good listener.
Because the moment Noctis stands up to head into the caravan for the night, the stranger is right in front of him with a smile that’s anything but pleasant.
“You have a beautiful voice, your Highness,” the stranger says, his tone as unwaveringly light and fanciful as always. “Truly, it’s a voice that could move any man’s heart.”
With how the stranger says it, Noctis would think the man was lying through his teeth if not for what he does next.
Silent as a wraith and quick as a passing snowflake, the stranger runs the back of his hand down Noctis’ cheek – his eyes dark with something old, something dangerous. “It’s a voice that anyone would want to keep for themselves.”
Instinctively, he jerks back but the hand is already gone and Gladio is suddenly in front of him, blocking the stranger from view. Ignis has a hand on his shoulder and Prompto stands next to him, ready to help Ignis pull him away at a moment’s notice.
The stranger is still smiling, his hands up in a pacifying gesture. “Ah, my apologies your Highness. It seems I have overstepped my boundaries.” He locks eyes with Noctis again and the darkness in his eyes briefly flickers through again but disappears even quicker. “But I do mean what I said earlier, your Highness. You truly do have a captivating voice.”
Gladio looks ready to snarl something very, very nasty in response but the stranger quickly bounds backwards (out of sword range, Noctis notices) before bowing.
“Until the morning then, gentleman. I bid you all a good night.”
With a flap of his long coat and scarf, the stranger vanishes into the caravan first.
There’s a tense moment of silence where they all wait for the other shoe to drop but when the caravan’s door remains closed, Prompto is the first to break.
“I shouldn’t have asked you to sing,” he miserably says, head hung low. “I’m sorry, Noct.”
“Don’t be,” Noctis goes, gently bumping his shoulder against Prompto’s. “And besides, I was the one who said it was fine. And it helped lighten the mood earlier, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, until the creep ruined it,” Gladio darkly mutters, arms crossed over his chest and a glower on his face.
“He would bound to ruin it eventually,” Noctis points out. “But it’s fine, he didn’t do anything to me. I’m still in one piece, aren’t I?”
Prompto still looks guilty even after Noctis had assured him for the fifth time that it wasn’t his fault and both Gladio and Ignis hover even more protectively over him that night but Noctis, even after that encounter, refuses to regret singing that night.
Because he knows—he remembers—what it is that his songs give to others.
(“When you sing, Noctis, I feel anything is possible.”)
He gives them hope.
Re: Fill: Four Times Noctis Made Someone Fall In Love With His Singing
(Anonymous) 2016-12-29 04:00 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Four Times Noctis Made Someone Fall In Love With His Singing
(Anonymous) 2016-12-29 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Four Times Noctis Made Someone Fall In Love With His Singing
(Anonymous) 2016-12-29 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)Second A!Anon here
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