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Please have a look at the extended rules here.
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Please direct any questions or report any problems to the Ask a mod post.
Prompt, write, draw, comment, and most importantly have fun!
(You can also check out our Pinboard for Filled or Unfilled prompts)
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: Imperial!Prompto/Noctis 1/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-09 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)---
Another scowl from the prince's lips as he pressed his back against the warm, almost hot, bumper of the Regalia. Just their luck to finally get out of the city, only to have the car break down on them. Even worse, the heat of Duscae was sweltering, rays of sun beating down on the dark pavement, attracted to the royal black he and his retainers wore.
Somewhere in the background, his adviser spoke evenly into his mobile phone, all the while Noctis raised a hand to block out the unforgiving rays of sun, to glance between the spaces of his fingers at a blue, clear sky. Honestly, the heat was going to make him pass out.
“D'you think this is some kind of omen?” a gruff voice from somewhere above him asked no one in particular.
Noctis had first heard the news on a day that had seemed so much like any other. Sure, tensions were strained between the Kingdom of Lucis and the Empire of Nifelheim, but the war had not quite reached the Crown City of Insomnia. Although much of his life, training, and education thusfar had been solely to prepare him for his duties and his crown, Noctis had not seen the effects of the war firsthand. Instead, it loomed over him as a warning, a reminder of what he needed to be and what was expected of him.
The conditions of the treaty was only the beginning of a long list of expectations for the Future King of Lucis.
Citizens of Insomnia seemed pleased, elated even, to hear that Prince Noctis Lucis Caelem was to be wed to the Lady Lunafreya Nox Fluret, former princess of Tennebrae and the youngest Oracle in history. The titles, the formalities. They all sounded very grand to someone on the outside, but to Noctis it seemed less than amicable. Luna was a childhood friend who he hadn't seen since he was twelve years old. The two of them were extremely close, but Noctis summed up their relationship to that of brother and sister. He loved Luna, but a marriage of convenience seemed as if it would spoil what they had. In his regular correspondence with her, the prince was open about his concerns, fears, and reluctance.
Lunafreya's prompt reply had been very much like her... Calm, compassionate, and mature (she had always been more grounded than the prince). Somehow, Luna managed to convey in her thin, elegant script that all would be well for both them and their homelands. Somehow, through pen and paper she had filled Noctis with the confidence to cross those bridges when they got to them and for now to worry just about what was best for Lucis.
On the day of his departure, Noctis would be brave. He told himself that he would do this for his father, for Luna, for his people.
The grand staircase outside of the Citadel seemed daunting, even if he'd already descended midway while flanked by his trusted advisor Ignis, and his appointed guard Gladiolus. Behind him, his father took careful steps downward, aided by his cane.
“Remember, wherever you go, the line of Lucis goes with you. Walk tall, my son.”
Those words had stuck with the prince, even long after he'd left the safety of his home.
“Your Highness.”
...
“Ahem. Your Highness.”
Ignis' curt voice and sharp accent had finally roused Noctis from sleep. He hadn't remembered dozing in the back of the Regalia (which was still broken down on the side of the road), but Gladio and Ignis both stared at him with what looked like expectation, the latter holding open the door so that Noctis might be on his feet.
“As your highness can see,” Ignis continued cautiously as Noctis emerged from the vehicle, doing his best to appear awake and alert, even though he had no idea what the hell was going on or what he was supposed to be looking at. His advisor's supplied explanation, coupled with the appearance of a stranger, decked from head to toe in Imperial Armour did wonders to drive the last remnants of sleep from the prince.
“Our Imperial escort has arrived.”
Noctis blinked, glancing between Ignis and Gladio, gaze lingering on the Shield for just a moment longer while he muttered his distaste for the agreement under his breath. He would have offered up his own little grumbles of agreement if his attention hadn't been caught by the voice behind the armour. Distorted slightly by the metal plating, it sounded as if it belonged to someone much younger than the prince would have expected.
“Prince Noctis,” the soldier greeted with a slight, almost hesitant bow and the prince watched, bewildered as he lift his gloved hands and placed them on either side of the helmet, effectively removing it.
“... My name is Prompto Besithia,” he continued, shaking out a shock of blond hair as he lowered the helmet, trapping it between his forearm and canted hip, his free hand moving to push his damp hair from his face-- clearly, the heat of Duscae had gotten to him too, Noctis didn't miss the beads of sweat rolling leisurely down freckled features.
More than anything, Noctis was... surprised? He was honestly expecting someone older? Maybe someone more imposing? Someone like Gladio's father, perhaps? Instead, here stood a boy who looked too slight to hold up the armour on his shoulders, who looked minutes away from succumbing to heat stroke. Either way, Noctis was stricken, too busy trying to pinpoint his feelings than to actually listen to the words coming out of the boy.
“I'm to accompany you and your party to Accordo where you're to meet with and be wed to Lady Lunafreya, but... Uh...”
Prompto was already moving forward, forgetting the formalities, his brilliant blue eyes fixed on the Regalia. On instinct, Ignis and Gladio put themselves between the prince and the soldier, a gut reaction which pulled nothing but a loud, breathy laugh from the soldier. He turned on his heel, armour clanging as he did so, facing the royal entourage and shrugging his shoulders.
“H-hey, hey... Don't worry about me. I'm not gonna touch the prince,” he insisted. “I'm just here to get him from point A to point B, but it looks like we're not going anywhere.” Prompto jerked his thumb towards to the Regalia, “with your car troubles. Do you have a repair kit? I'm pretty confident I can get us back on the road in no time.”
Noctis, still speechless up until now gently pushed past his retainers to get the trunk open, ushering Prompto over. “Yeah,” he replied, feeling as if he'd been holding in a deep breath for a very long time. “Ignis, there's one in the trunk, right?”
Re: FILL: Imperial!Prompto/Noctis 1/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-09 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Imperial!Prompto/Noctis 1/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-09 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)Ohmygosh this is so exciting! Love protective Gladio and Ignis, and Prompto working on the car is more than I could have ever hoped for! This is a great start, a!a, keep it up!
Re: FILL: Imperial!Prompto/Noctis 1/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-09 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)I'm excited to write this!