ffxv_kinkmeme | Prompt Post

Welcome to Round One of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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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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Drautos coughed his throat painfully dry from dehydration after the second day of being given no water. The taste of blood in his mouth was almost overwhelming, it made Glauca hungry. Drautos smirked as looked up at the man standing with an infuriated look on his face, ‘’Whats the matter Immortal?’’ Drautos twisted the last word, marking it with all the boredom and disdain he felt at his current situation. Cor gritted his teeth, as he stared down at the former commander of the Kingsglaive, a man that had bretrayed his king to their enemies and who was responsible for the fall of Tenebrae.
Two days ago, Drautos had made his way to give his weekly report to the King and his council only to be taken brutally down by Cor as soon as he had pushed the door open. Somehow, someway Drautos had been betrayed and his double life as the General Glauca had been exposed to the Lucian army. Two days ago, he had been stripped of his uniform while unconscious and shackled to this very chair, his hands to each armrest and his ankles to the legs of the chairs. Drautos grinned, gathering the blood that came from the broken teeth that were now scattered on the floor and waited until Cor was close enough for Drautos to spit.
The bloodied prisoner laughed, just on the edge of hysterical, as the bloody spit made its way down the Immortal soldier’s face. Cor delivered a quick punch to Drautos’ rib, feeling a new one crack under the blow before he wiped the spit off. Drautos gasped as pain bloomed once more across his side, feeling a new rib break and those already broken shift out of place even more. Drautos bend in half as he drags in desperate breaths into burning aching lungs. ‘’ Is… That…all…you..can…do?’’ Glauca chuckled, swallowing the blood forced up into his mouth by the blow. Glauca’s red eyes rose to meet Cor’s furious ones, the Niflheim commander snearing despite having most of the bones in his body broken by now. Not that it mattered, his plague riddled body healed itself enough to keep him alive though sanity had never been of high importance for the blood thirsty general.
Cor glared right back, turning his back on the traitorous ex glaive to look at the instrument lying on a bloody table not far from him. All of the blades, needles and pincers were bloody after being used on Drautos several times. The man in question had had all of his finger nail pulled, eliciting pained groan and laughter. His hands were a mangled mess of broken bones, and healed twisted as they were it would be impossible for Drautos to ever use them again. His kneecaps had been broken early on and despite the liberal use of every physical torture technic that Cor knew how to use, Drautos gave away nothing. He taunted and sneared at everything they did; whether it was waterboarding until he threw up all over himself or had needles coated in galadhian fire spices (which had to be manipulated with extra think leather gloves for protection) stuck in various sensitive places on the man’s body.
As the Immortal solider considered what to since their current methods of interrogation were failing, the door to the dark and cold room opened and in came the 113th King of Lucis, looking as furious as he did when he learnt of Drautos’ true nature. Cor bowed to his king, ‘’ Your majesty.’’ Drautos rolled his eyes and said, ‘’ Forgive me your majesty for not giving you my usual bow, as you can see I’m currently occupied and unable to greet you as your cowardliness deserves.’’ Cor turns about to break the man’s jaw for his words when lightning streaks right past the soldier, hitting Drautos straight above his heart and Drautos screams! Body trashing against the chair as the electricity courses hot and painful through his heart, his body and his mind. It’s the first real scream that had been drawn out of the man since the torture first started, Cor staring in shock at the normally calm king slowly dropping his outstretched hand with a soft sigh.
‘’Cor, give him one of these.’’ Regis ordered, taking out a small thin black box, throwing it to one of his oldest companion. Cor catches the box, masking his confusion as he opened the box as ordered by his king. Within it are several prepared injection needles, each filled by what appears to be a different substance and each carrying the now familiar feeling of Regis’ magic. ‘’ Your majesty?’’ Cor asks, looking up to his king and stops, Regis had summoned a posh, comfortable armchair that looked completely at odd with the somber interrogation room. Regis tilted his head slightly, lifting an eyebrow as he commented, ‘’Is there a problem Marshall?’’
The use of his title by the King sent shivers down his spine, he straightened unconsciously and shook his head, ‘’ No sir!’’ Cor turned, picking the injection the farthest to the left, it was filled with bright yellow liquid. Leaving the box open on the table beside the bloody torture instruments, Cor approached Drautos who was still recovering from the pure lightning the king had cast on him. Drautos could feel the thrum of the magic electricity still moving under his skin, if it wasn’t for the bearable pain level, he would have almost thought himself back into Zegnautus Keep, tied down as Verstael injected the necessary substance to grant Drautos the power he had begged for when that creepy Chancelor had first approached him. Drautos didn’t feel the prick of the needle pushing through his bruised skin and into the muscle nor did he feel anything as Cor pushed the unknown liquid slowly until the injection was completely empty.

Prompt Post

Fill Re: Drautos/Cor + Regis, Disobeying orders (1/?)