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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.)
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Any/Noctis Singing
Date: 2016-12-27 06:49 am (UTC)Please.
(It's kind of sad how badly I want to read this)
Fill on AO3
Date: 2016-12-27 09:46 pm (UTC)Regardless, I hope you enjoy! I had a lot of fun writing this.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/9082759
Re: Fill on AO3
Date: 2016-12-28 05:18 am (UTC)Probably the best prompt fill I've ever gotten, Noctis is way too cute!
Fill: Four Times Noctis Made Someone Fall In Love With His Singing
Date: 2016-12-29 03:35 am (UTC)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
Date: 2016-12-29 04:00 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Four Times Noctis Made Someone Fall In Love With His Singing
Date: 2016-12-29 02:25 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Four Times Noctis Made Someone Fall In Love With His Singing
Date: 2016-12-29 03:00 pm (UTC)Second A!Anon here
Date: 2016-12-29 05:43 pm (UTC)Fill - Power Ballad
Date: 2016-12-29 11:56 pm (UTC)I know this prompt has already had some great fills but I really wanted to offer a different take on this since I had the pleasure of hearing both Noctis' English VA, Ray Chase, and Prompto's English VA, Robbie Daymond, sing in person. And I feel like it was a different experience than what the other Author Anons explored so I wanted to offer up my personal take. Also, this is inspired by my own experiences with the game, my roadtripping with friends, and my wish for this one song to have been included on the car playlist. Even if it kinda dissolves into old school song fic territory, I still enjoyed writing this little fill.)
“Noct, we really sho-” Ignis' second attempt at forcing the prince to pull over is met with a decisive hand motion and a low snort. No matter how good the advice, if his mind was made up, there was no changing it.
Eyes focused on the dark road ahead, Noctis assured them all, “It's not much longer until we're back to Longwythe and can crash in some real beds. And take real baths.” Which they all sorely required after traipsing about in a damned sewer. While they found the headlights Cindy wanted, she was going to rightfully give them hell for stinking up the Regalia afterward. Even the prince felt a little uncomfortable sitting in his father's precious car, boots soaked in questionable fluids and smelling like a frat house bathroom.
“And not like we can count on rain showers or lake baths out here in the desert,” Gladio pointed out, tugging on his already exceptionally tight tank top, now clinging all the closer while damp. “I'm with Noct on this one – motel all the way.”
With a perfectly practiced pout, Prompto piled on, “Come on, Iggy – you know you're just dying for some bubble bath action.” Before there could be a response, he quickly added, “And we've got you three to one, that's how democracy works.”
“Even in a monarchy, I suppose,” he finally relented, finding himself rather willing to exchange hard earned funds to feel properly human again. For Shiva's sake, he'd even gotten some of that... liquid in his hair, all of his careful hairspray handiwork washed out and now slicked back out of desperation not to get more on his face. Yes, a bath was a high priority at this point.
Glancing back at his miffed and malodorous passengers via the rear view mirror, Noctis asserted, “And I decree baths and beds for all tonight.” With a click of his fingers that rivaled his adviser's, he quickly delegated, “Prompto, we need some upbeat driving music if we're going to get there on time.”
Lighting up at the chance to be helpful, the gunner began shuffling through the playlist at rapid pace. “We've got a bunch of killer tunes on here – anything in particular you're looking for?”
“I know there's a lot of instrumental stuff on there,” Noct commented while taking a quick turn. “But is there anything I can sing along with? Helps to keep me alert.” An old trick he'd picked up on his occasions driving at night – a way to boost his spirit and his concentration.
Scrolling for a bit, Prompto's thumb landed on a familiar title from a few year's back. “Oh, here we go,” he beamed while hitting the play button. Immediately, they were surrounded by raucous guitar riffs and hard hitting drum beats, his foot tapping along instinctively.
The prince instantly picked up on the rhythm, letting the well-loved melody wash over him as he hit the gas pedal. That extra thrill of driving along to the rollicking, dreamlike lyrics only pushed him further to their goal. Letting the first verse and chorus play out, Noct jumped in on the second one as the swells of music faded to let the vocals take over -
The Avenger is roaming through,
Roaming through the land.
Ready for the clash,
For the lasting gash.
The Avenger.
His voice surged down lower than the song's own vocalist, the rough edges of it giving away to the sheer depth it was capable of. Strong and forceful, turning the simple rock song into a full-fledged power ballad as he bottomed out to the lower ends of his range. Noctis was so lost to the music that he didn't even notice the reactions of his companions – from Gladio blinking at force of his voice, to Ignis' eyebrows raised in surprise, to Prompto's hands fanned out in delight. As the song picked up into a duet, the blond was the only one brave enough to join and sing back-up -
Mothers kissing sons,
With a staff in hands.
The bride is shining,
When the groom is gold.
“Won't you let it go?” Prompto trilled along, doing his best to both keep up with the female vocalist and Noct's own performance. His own singing could pack a punch if he put the effort into it, but the prince easily over-powered him with his fierce, resonate voice. To the point that even Ignis and Gladio remained silent as the song built its way to the chorus -
Shining worship choked in a wave of silver.
The offering's grief for Deceiver's pride.
Salvation man is a cup of fire.
But hope is the star,
on a morning tide.
But as he gave an encouraging motion to his two retainers, Noct's smile and sheer conviction managed to convince them to join in on the chorus itself. Ignis' voice slotted itself between the prince's and Prompto's, surprisingly light even when rising in volume, his accent falling to the wayside as he picked up the lyrics. Gladio played to his strength and held his voice down low, letting the others shine as he filled in the deeper parts of their harmony -
The spirit is over town,
Waiting for me to hit the floor.
Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight
Tonight fate is the red crown,
The red crown around your door.
Time is scattering the seeds of the morning daylight.
Speeding through the desert, the dusty wind at their back as the Regalia left a billowing trail in her wake, no daemons crept near as their voices carried out over the rocky terrain. Even the revving of the engine found its place within the song, twining its way in-between rock rhythms and throbbing bass lines -
The pilgrims are gathering and the marching band,
The marching band's howling.
Compassion is the flag a righteous man,
A righteous man will hold.
Oh yes, Noctis sang like an angel. But one needed to remember that the Holy Host of the Six also contained brave warriors whose sonorous voices pierced the heavens like sharpened spears, making the sinners shudder and the reverent fall to their knees.
(And that's what I got. If you didn't recognize the song via the lyrics, it is The Messenger off the Dissidia OST as preformed by Your Favorite Enemies ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMj7_HARRZI ). While I like the in-game variations, the bonus track version was far and away my favorite. I went with the second verse though since I felt that some the imagery fit better with FFXV.
Now, while I do have audio proof of Robbie Daymond's singing voice ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrgPiYLutuo ) and Adam Croasdell's singing voice ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGEr2hlJvhs )... I sadly can't find clips of Chris Parson or Ray Chase singing. So you will have to take my word for it that I have personally heard Ray Chase belt out that Luna is his final fantasy in his awesome power ballad singing voice and I can't picture Noct singing any other way now. Hope you liked it!)
Re: Fill - Power Ballad
Date: 2017-01-02 12:33 am (UTC)