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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 5/? Re: Anastasia AU
Date: 2017-02-23 02:20 am (UTC)----
The next leg of the drive to Galdin Quay was almost pleasant.
Noct found out that Prompto had a hobby for photography, and spent a good two hours going through every photo on his camera, asking questions and commenting on his favorites. Prompto, who Ignis could tell was starting to get the tremors again with the change in temperature, was more animated than his usual self. Ignis found himself checking the two of them in the mirror often, hiding a smile as Noct draped himself over Prompto’s chair to point out landmarks and interesting monsters.
When they stopped the car to walk Umbra, Prompto’s knees gave, Noct made it to the blonde just a few seconds after Ignis.
“It’s a childhood affliction,” Ignis said quickly, before Noct could ask. “He’ll be fine.”
Prompto smiled weakly and waved Noct off. “It’s no big,” he said. “Too much blood in my system.” Noct shrugged, but Ignis got the message, and asked the prince in training to take Umbra on his walk alone for a minute. Then he helped Prompto over to the ditch and held back his hair as his friend vomited black, viscous blood onto the dirt.
“Gross,” Prompto rasped. “I think that’s it, Iggy.”
It wasn’t, but Ignis humored him for another few steps. Then he knelt with him again, and held him through the inevitable shakes that came on the heels of this particular sickness.
Neither he nor Prompto knew what caused this. It had something to do with the testing Prompto had undergone as a child back in Niflheim, but he’d been too young to remember any of the details. So all either of them could do was weather through the occasional attacks, try to cover it up as best they could, and keep Prompto away from any and all MT patrols.
“Don’t know what I’d do without you, bro,” Prompto gasped, as Ignis helped him clean up.
“Probably die,” Ignis said. “I doubt you could cook for yourself if you tried.”
“Ha, fucking ha.”
There was a sound of shuffling behind Prompto’s back, and Ignis looked up to see Noct standing a few yards away, gazing at them with an unreadable expression. How much had he seen? What did he suspect? But no, Noct had grown up sheltered, locked away in an orphanage outside of the city. He had no reason to know anything about MTs, or suspect that one of his companions had been scheduled to be made into one of them. And even so, who would he tell?
When they all piled back into the car, Noct dug out a case of mints from the depths of his capris and handed them over to Prompto.
“Thanks, buddy,” Prompto said, smiling like the sun. Noct mumbled something and sat back, looking sheepish.
“Why Noct,” Ignis said, unable to stop himself. “That was almost an act of kindness.”
“Yeah, shocking,” Noct said, and dug his hands into the fur of the dog laying on his legs. Ignis’ eyes crinkled in amusement, and Noct looked up at him through the rearview mirror and risked the smallest, faintest smile in return.
When they made it to the Quay, someone was waiting for them.
He was a tall man with a broad jawline and unkempt stubble, with auburn hair that looked purple in the fluorescent lighting of the Quay. He tipped his hat to them as they approached the dining area, and his smile was so sincere that Ignis immediately distrusted it.
“Are you here for the boat to Altissia?” he asked, in a voice smooth as silk. “I’m afraid the last one left an hour ago. You’ll have to wait ‘til morning to embark.”
“That’s… nice to know,” Prompto said, looking at Ignis with clear confusion in his eyes. The blonde jerked his head slightly, and Ignis followed his gaze. Noct stood stock still on the boardwalk a few feet behind them, his tan skin gone deathly grey, knuckles white as he gripped one of their bags in his right hand. His pupils were shot, and he looked like Prompto on the verge of one of his episodes. At his side, Umbra’s teeth were bared, and the dog was growling low in his chest.
The man before them continued on as though unaware of Noct’s condition. “I happen to have missed the boat myself,” he said, “and I must take another avenue to reach my destination. You are welcome to take my lodgings at the inn for tonight,” he said, holding out a gold-edged ticket. “Free of charge.”
Ignis turned his gaze from Noct and narrowed his eyes. “Nothing is free,” he said. “I am sorry to say that we must decline.”
“But I insist!” The man smiled indulgently. “Let an old man be magnanimous for once, my boy.” He pressed the ticket into Ignis’ hand, and saluted him and Prompto with a wink, he started to walk around them when Noct let out a desperate sound in the back of his throat and spoke.
“Who… who are you?” he asked the man. He was trembling uncontrollably now, and Ignis wondered if he should go to him. “What are you?”
The man raised his eyebrows. “Oh dear, very impolite, aren't we? As for who…” He reached Noct in two strides, and his fingers brushed the side of Noct’s jaw. Noct remained perfectly still, but Umbra’s teeth snapped in a furious snarl, and the man rocked back with a low-throated laugh.
“A man of no consequence,” he said, and his warm chuckle was carried away by a sharp sea wind as he made his slow, sauntering way down the boardwalk.
“Noct?” Ignis dropped his own bag and ran to him, hardly noticing how Umbra had returned to his calm, gently panting self. “Noct, are you well?”
Noct looked up at Ignis with wide, terrified eyes, and gripped his shoulder hard.
“I’ve never wanted to kill someone more in my life,” he said, in a harsh voice, “than I do right now. And I don’t know why.”
“Ah,” Ignis said. “Well. That. Ah…” He looked at Prompto for help, and the blonde ran over.
“Let’s save the killing for later, yeah?” he said, in a falsely cheerful voice. “And plus side, we can sleep in actual beds tonight!”
Noct swallowed and turned his gaze to the distant horizon.
“Right,” he said. “Let’s do that.”
Noct nearly had himself under control by the time Ignis came back from his after dinner excursion. He and Prompto, understandably, had been quick to make excuses to leave. Noct couldn’t blame them. He still didn’t understand how someone could make him react so violently in just under a minute. He’d felt like his head was splitting open the whole time that smarmy asshole was talking to them, and when the man had turned to face him…
Noct shuddered and curled up on the bed, wrapping himself in the blankets despite the heat of the room.
“Rise and shine,” Ignis said, slipping into the room with a box under his arm. “The night is young, Noct.”
“Oh my gods,” Noct moaned. “You’re chipper.”
“Perish the thought.” Noct glanced over as Ignis dropped the box next to him. “I took the liberty of buying something for you. A present to commemorate the trip, and discovering your new life.”
“Huh,” Noct said, and sat up. He pulled out a large, wide-sleeved coat from the box and flapped it twice to smooth out the folds. “That’s… very purple.”
Ignis’ cheeks colored. “If you’d rather not, I can always have it returned—“
“No. Sorry, Specs.” Noct smiled ruefully. “I’m shit at gifts. No one’s ever… This is kind of my first one.”
Ignis watched Noct remove his old jacket and place it reverentially on the bed, then slip into the new one. He tested out the arms, then held out the edges like a cloak.
“Big, isn’t it?” he murmured.
“I figured you’d need room to grow,” Ignis said.
“The way you cook, definitely.” Noct looked up at him. “It’s nice, really. Thank you.”
“It’s nothing special,” Ignis said. He stood abruptly. “Come, we’re practicing dance steps again.”
Noct groaned, but followed the older man out onto the balcony anyways, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his new coat. When they emerged into the open air, Prompto was sitting on the floor with Umbra, hands extended to a cleared-out circle of patio chairs.
“Your dance floor awaits, your highness,” he said. Noct flipped him a rude gesture, and he snickered. Noct let Ignis show him where to stand, and mentally prepared himself for the unholy sounds of “One, two, three, one… Noct, no, put your foot there two thaaughh, try that again…”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Prompto said. “Hold up.” He got out his phone and flipped through it, then set it down on top of one of the chairs. He spread his hands out in an arc and whispered, “Ambience.”
Noct let out a bark of laughter, but then music started to play from the phone speakers, Ignis’ hands were on his side and shoulder, and it was becoming strangely hard to breathe. He looked down at his feet as the first chords of the melody rang out.
“Eyes up, your highness.”
“Don’t cry to me when I kick your shins out.” Noct’s cheeks flushed as Ignis laughed, free and light as he was with Prompto, and he stumbled over the taller man’s shoes. Ignis’ lips twitched, and they jerked through the first few movements to the sound of Ignis’ strangled laughter.
“If you think I’m so bad,” Noct said, hotly, “why don’t you—“
And suddenly Noct was being swept back, following Ignis’ flawless steps along the polished boards, feeling like a kite being tugged by the wind.
“Where’d you learn this?” Noct asked, as Ignis gently eased him into a spin.
“There are many empty ballroom in the Citadel,” Ignis said. “You should try this with Prompto, sometime.”
“I’m fine with you,” Noct said, without thinking. Ignis looked at him oddly, but didn’t comment. They were still dancing, Noct taking the lead again with Ignis’ hand on his back to guide him, when he realized that the music had stopped.
He staggered to a halt, and his nose bumped into Ignis’ collar, dislodging the taller man’s spectacles. He caught them as they fell, and looked up into green eyes that were nearly eclipsed by the wide blackness of Ignis’ pupils.
“Damn, Specs,” he said, in a soft voice. Ignis’ head tilted down half an inch, and Noct could feel the heat of him on his skin. Then long, cool fingers lifted the glasses from his hands, and Ignis stepped back.
“Thank you, Noct,” he said, in his throaty formal voice. He opened his mouth as though to say more, closed it, and then turned to go. Noct watched him pass Prompto, who was sitting there with such a look of deep, visceral melancholy that Noct felt a knot of apprehension form in his throat.
“Oh, Iggy,” Prompto whispered, like a sigh. “I should’ve known.”
Re: FILL 5/? Re: Anastasia AU
Date: 2017-02-23 02:42 am (UTC)That scene with Ardyn was excellent, btw. "What are you?" yasss~~~~