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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 8/? Re: Anastasia AU
Date: 2017-02-23 09:26 pm (UTC)And then there was the state of the capital. Ravus hadn’t seen the Emperor in person in nearly a week. All reports were to be given to Ardyn directly, and the General couldn’t help but notice that there were… sounds… coming from the MT wing that didn’t sound entirely mechanical in nature. The streets of the city were thinning out as well, as citizens fled reports of daemons prowling the edges of Gralea’s fortress and sought safe havens at the border of Tenebrae.
He was starting to wonder what was keeping him here.
Ravus rapped on the door.
“Is that my dear friend the General?”
Hells, he was in a mood again. Ravus braced himself and entered the room, but kept his fingers clenched tight on the handle behind him.
“Sir,” he said.
Ardyn leaned back on his chair, flipping through a report. “Upsetting news, General,” he said. “It seems as though we have enemies of the state at large in Altissia.”
“The prince,” Ravus said. “Yes, I can send troops to his location imm—“
“Prince?” Ardyn’s brows raised. “Who said prince?”
Ravus paled. “No one, sir. Please, go on.”
Ardyn smiled wryly. “So polite, Ravus. Just like your sister. How is she, by the by?”
Ah, so it was that game. She’s quite well, thank you.”
“And long may she remain so, of course. No, for right now, I believe we should let the usual suspect go. Let him come to us.”
Ravus waited for an explanation that didn’t come, and sighed. “What are your orders, sir?”
“Orders? Oh, no, I don’t have the power to order you, dear Ravus. Just a suggestion.” He dropped the file on the table and looked up at the General, and his eyes gleamed with the dark fire of madness.
“What do you know about Ignis Scientia and Prompto Argentum?”
Luna left the apartment that afternoon, assuring them all that she would be back as soon as she obtained permission for Noct to meet with Clarus and Gladio in the evening. This left all three of them to the tender mercies of her wife, a blonde blue-eyed mechanic in a fringed, rhinestone-studded jumpsuit and the kind of smile that could start a war.
“I know just what to do with y’all,” she said. She winked at Prompto, who flushed a deep red and opened his mouth like a dying trout.
Cindy proceeded to drag them over half the breadth of Altissia, pointing out famous buildings and art installments with the rapid disinterest of a woman on a mission. Noct started to fall behind, looking dazed, and Prompto coughed meaningly and nudged Ignis with an elbow. Ignis looked away, and Prompto coughed again.
“You doin’ alright, baby?” Cindy asked. Prompto blushed again.
“Y-yeah,” he stammered. “Ignis. Scientia,” he hissed. Ignis rolled his eyes and slowed his pace, falling into step with Noct—with the prince.
“It’s certainly a sight, isn’t it, your highness?” he asked.
“Don’t start calling me that,” Noct said. “Not when I was Hey, You for half my life.”
Ignis couldn’t help but smile a little. “I may know the feeling.” Noct smirked. “I assure you, it’s true. I’ve made a living off of being easily forgettable.”
“That’s hard to believe,” said Noct. Blue eyes met green, and Ignis was paralyzed under the weight of his stare. “You’re a pretty memorable guy.” Noct brushed his hand against Ignis’, and let it slide up his arm slowly, lazily.
“Your highness,” Ignis said, and Noct stepped back. “We should catch up with the others.”
Noct frowned and withdrew his arm, then walked off at a quick trot to draw even with Prompto. The blonde looked back at Ignis with his brows knit tight, but Ignis waved him off. It was better this way, he told himself. Noctis simply didn’t know it yet.
Cindy dipped into her own funds to buy Noct a suit, which made the young man stammer and blush worse than Prompto. It was almost endearing—and it wasn’t until Prompto caught Ignis’ eye that he realized he’d been staring after Noct like a lovestruck fool.
Prompto was starting to tire well before they were to meet the Amicitia’s at the Leville where they were staying, and Ignis insisted that he go back with Cindy to Luna’s. Prompto agreed reluctantly, though he did perk up a little when Cindy assured him that they could stop on the way for a plate of fries. Ignis smiled after them. It really was easy to bring Prompto out of a sulk, at least.
By the time Ignis and Noct made it to the Leville, the prince was noticeably panicking.
“Calm down,” Ignis said. “You’ll be fine.”
“I don’t know, Specs,” Noct said. He looped an arm around Ignis’ waist, drawing him in. “I can’t use a ring and a magical dog as proof of royalty. What if I’m not? What if it’s a massive mistake, and I’m back to where I started, and I—“
“It isn’t a mistake,” Ignis said. He smoothed back Noct’s hair, like he would for Prompto, and leaned in. “You’ll see. Just… wait in the reception room while I talk to them, alright?”
“Right,” Noct said. He sighed loudly. “Right. Gods, Specs, I’m glad you’re with me.”
You shouldn’t be, Ignis thought, but he simply smiled and led Noct into the Leville. When Noct was safely pacing in the reception room, Ignis counted under his breath and made to head up the stairs.
Only to be faced with a spectre of his past.
Time had treated Clarus Amicitia well. His head was still shaved—or he’d gone bald in the past decade, Ignis supposed—and his shoulders filled out his silk dress shirt with broad, solid muscle. There were more lines around his eyes and mouth, and the stubble on his cheek was more white than grey, but he could have been the same man Ignis had led out of the throne room that terrible day in Insomnia.
Gladio, at his right, had grown up to be a heavily tattooed, thick-haired foil to his father. He wore leather pants and a cotton tank top, looking more the working man than a retired king’s shield, and there was a glimmer of humor in his eye that Ignis failed to see in Clarus. Ignis moved to the bottom step of the stair.
“Mr. Amicitia,” he said. “A moment of your time.”
Clarus looked him up and down with such exaggerated care that Ignis felt dread begin to build in his throat. “Ah,” he said. “I was warned about you.”
“Warned?” Ignis didn’t like how that sounded. “By Lady Lunafreya?”
“Oh, no,” Clarus said. “Lunafreya had only the best things to say about you, Mister… Shents, was it?”
“Scientia,” Ignis said, through gritted teeth. Gods, he’d saved this man’s life, and even now he couldn’t be bothered to learn his name. “Then, sir, you know that I’m here because—“
“You’re here for your own benefit,” Clarus said. “A very helpful gentleman came by with a wealth of information about you and your… dear colleague, who I see is not with us. Forging, larceny, embezzlement, black market smuggling of royal artifacts, and, ah yes! Now, I believe, you have set your sights to identity theft. How high you have risen.”
“That’s not—That isn’t what I’m here for,” Ignis said.
“You don’t deny the charges?” Clarus said, in an indifferent voice.
“I’ll hardly deny that I did what I must to survive,” Ignis said, “But trust me when I tell you that in that room,” he gestured behind him, “is the last surviving member of the royal family, and he’s gone through hell to get here.”
“In your company, certainly,” said Clarus. Gladio narrowed his eyes, looking from Ignis to his father, and crossed his arms.
“Typical,” Ignis said. “Do you know anything of who I am, that you’re so quick to jump to the conclusions of a stranger? No recollection at all? None? By the Six, the only one of you who ever treated me as a person was…” Noctis, he thought, and his rage died away in a flood of acute remorse. After all those years, he’d turned around and treated Noct like a disposable pawn, a stepping stool to something greater. But no. That was behind him. He would do right this time—
“So that’s what this is,” Clarus said, looking down on him with all the disgust normally afforded for vermin. “You felt slighted, so you thought to humiliate what’s left of the Council of Lucis—“
“Damn you, no,” Ignis said. “If you don’t give him a chance, you’ll be making the worst mistake of your—“
“Ignis?”
Ignis turned, jerkily, towards the door. Noct stood there, his cheeks crimson, his eyes overbright, holding the chain at his neck like a lifeline. He’d heard. Gods, how much?
“Noctis,” Ignis said. “It isn’t what you think. It’s true, Noctis, you are—”
“You lied to me.” Noct’s voice was low, but there was a tremor there, and Ignis ached to hear it. “None of it was real.” He glanced up at Clarus for the briefest moment, then retreated back into the room, slamming the door behind him. Ignis almost made to follow, but grabbed the rail of the stair to hold himself back.
Behind him, Gladio made a soft clicking sound against his teeth.
“He looked like him, Dad.”
“No,” said Clarus. “The poor boy has clearly suffered enough. It’s a shame,” he said, passing by Ignis as though the man weren’t there, “that there are people in this world who will prey on the vulnerable in such a way.”
Ignis listened to their retreating footsteps, and thought of Noct as he’d been in the throne room, lost and frightened. The way he’d looked as he stepped over the rail of the balcony at Galdin Quay, the helpless smile he’d worn when Ignis and Prompto had told him stories of Regis and the young prince.
“He has the ring.”
The footsteps halted.
“What’s that?” That was Gladio. Ignis turned, still holding onto the rail.
“Noctis,” he said. “He has the ring. The ring of the Lucii. You want to know if it’s really him? Have him put it on.”
Clarus pivoted on his heel, an imposing statue of a man in black silk. “If what you say is true, you must know that the ring will destroy an unworthy host.”
“I know.”
“You are willing to bet that boy’s life on this?”
Ignis’ laugh was harsh and humorless. “I’d bet mine. Just. Just talk to him. Please.”
The silence stretched so long that Ignis almost considered falling to his knees. His life was already in shambles—what dignity did he have left to lose?
“If you won’t do it, I will.” Gladio took a step back from his father and bowed to him shortly. “This guy might be scum,” he said, and Ignis shrugged. Why deny it? “But he ain’t lying. I think he really believes this kid’s the one.”
“Gladiolus,” Clarus snapped, but Gladio was already heading for the door.
Re: FILL 8/? Re: Anastasia AU
Date: 2017-02-23 10:05 pm (UTC)I hope Noct will still be in the room.
Re: FILL 8/? Re: Anastasia AU
Date: 2017-02-24 09:39 pm (UTC)You're making it work so well I was giggling the whole time oh my goddd I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY I'M SO HAPPY this is perfection
Re: FILL 8/? Re: Anastasia AU
Date: 2017-02-24 09:41 pm (UTC)Re: FILL 8/? Re: Anastasia AU
Date: 2017-02-24 11:06 pm (UTC)Aaaaa I am so glad you like it! This is just so FUN to write, because I love that movie and the characters really fit. Thank you for coming up with the prompt!
I'm posting an edited version of the fic up on AO3--I added some extra bits re: Ignis' backstory and motivations, and changed the scene where he gave Noct a coat to a scene where he made Noct pastries, because I felt that worked more with the FFXV universe. Little things like that! The link is here if you're interested, (I'm all caught up with what's on the meme so far) but I'll keep posting on the kinkmeme for folks who aren't keen on AO3:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/9901340