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 Welcome to Round One of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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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.

 

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Re: Fill 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

So they put a small brace on his wrist and two of his fingers. By the looks of it, it was a pretty minor sprain. He inspected it closer. Atleast the swelling went down.

If he wasn’t about to get stabbed by his advisor, he would have remarked about how cute the finger splints were. It reminded him of a miniature leg brace. He must have been tired, the next images that entered his mind were tiny feet attached to the tips of his fingers, and that was really weird.

The scar was definitely created by a blade, but he recalled that he got injured not too long ago. Sure, Noctis slept a lot, but he knew he didn’t just wake up from a ten year nap. This didn’t look like a cure spell, some of the edges were fuzzed out. Regardless, the wound rapidly healed so Noctis guessed it was by a...hi-potion or even an elixir. They must have found supplies after he blacked out.

Ignis was at his side in a matter of seconds. The older man hovered over him, arms tightly locked together. Great, another disappointment to add to the tally.

“ Those were serious lacerations you endured, but I’m glad to see you’re finally up, Noct.”

“ Could have been worse,” Noct said dismissively.

“ The physician said you had a concussion, it would explain your odd behaviour as of late,” Ignis chided gently.

When they finally made eye contact, Ignis’ scowl faltered. He sighed, unable to keep up the tough demeanor.

“ You were out for three days, Noct. I feared you somehow contracted the star scourge again.”

Noct looked away. He felt the weight of the bed shift to accommodate Ignis’ weight. Ignis cradled an arm around the prince’s shoulder. Noctis leaned on Ignis, and both sat there in silence.

--

Gladiolus and Prompto barged in a few hours later. The Amicitia grabbed Noctis by the collar, Prompto had his camera ready.

“ Okay, Ignis! On a count of three you and Gladio punch Noct.” Prompto started counting.

Neither of them looked angry.

--
A few weeks later Gladiolus had finally rejoined the group after whatever solo adventure he decided to embark on. They were returning to Cape Caem with the reforged mythril. The boat would be repaired and they would finally be able to continue their journey.
Noct was going to Altissia.
It’s been twelve years since he and Luna talked face to face. His heart fluttered when he thought of her, even if it sounded a bit corny.

Noct yawned, he must have fallen asleep. When he stretched his arms wide into the air his shirt pulled up a bit.

Prompto had his feet up on the dashboard. He was tapping his fingers along to a radio tune Noct could barely hear between the car’s engine and the wind whipping past.

A good measure of time passed before the scar that was cleaved into him had faded. It still pinched at his skin if Noct moved a certain way. He was bound to get over it,and if Noctis was being honest, nothing really topped the injury he received from his childhood. Starscourge was a nasty thing.

‘For such a rare color,’ Noctis thought, tugging down the fabric of his black shirt, ‘It’s really convenient to replace.’

And then he thought about how no one else wore the color black besides them. These textiles must have been only reserved for Lucian Royalty.

Everyone turned to Noct when he smacked his forehead.

He sucked in his cheeks, not wanting to ask his question. He saw through the rearview mirror, Ignis’ expression drop.

“ Do...you think they’re finding us because of the way we dress?”

--
Besides napping, one of Noct’s favorite past times was browsing through Prompto’s photography. Noctis inspected the most recent shot, this was a good one. Prompto had titled it ‘Before Altissia--but for REAL’.
He smiled drly. When he pressed into the photo it left his thumbprint on the gloss. As a prince Noctis knew a lot of people. Regis made sure to fill scrapbook after scrapbook as proof. He may have felt alone at times, but Noctis never thought he had a small family.

So... this was everyone who survived.

He remembered way back to highschool,when they did their “official” introductions. Prompto laid out this entire soliloquy about shooting for Meteor. About how he didn’t care about the competition, or the enormous debt school was going to sling him into. He was going to stake a name for himself and Noctis never doubted that.

Instead of being a professional photographer Noctis thought Prompto should have become, his bestfriend was off shooting bullets at Niffs. Not for his own dreams but for Noct. There’s a dry humour when he wondered if there’s a connection between firearms and cameras. He hoped there was.

‘I’ll retake Insomnia after this all over,’ he thought.

Noctis didn’t notice that Cor sat down next to him until he cleared his throat. The Marshal held a few magic flasks in his hand. Noctis placed the photo on the makeshift coffee table Cid must have thrown together in five minutes.

“ There’s something I need to get off my chest,” Cor started.

Noctis sighed heavily, not quite ready to hear what the Marshal will say.

“ I’m sorry I wasn’t there for your father.” He hands the magic flasks over, and Noct holds them gingerly in his hands. “This... might help you on your journey.”

Noctis gives Cor a half-startled look, crossing his arms. There are so many things Noctis could have said in that moment. But the words died in his throat. Cor didn’t hate him. A small twinkling of hope arose in his chest, maybe dad felt the same way. Maybe, he could walk tall.

“ I see.”

Re: Fill 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

OP here! Anon, this was so wonderful. I love his Bros being bros, and yesss bonus points for mentioning his childhood injury. I love the little moment with Cor, and I especially love the "maybe he could walk tall" line, it's perfect.

Thank you so much for filling this!