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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: Father 5/?
Date: 2017-01-03 08:50 am (UTC)The men who intercepted him in the Vesperwood were an odd pair. One was a dark haired man, heavily muscled, with a sharp look in his eyes that spelled a warning. The other was a tall, wiry man in glasses. Not exactly what one would expect to be the elite of Insomnia, though Noct had to admit he himself didn’t cut much of an intimidating figure.
“Prince Noctis,” said the man in the glasses. Noct rolled his eyes.
“Again?”
The larger man looked pained. “I’m Gladiolus Amicitia. This is Ignis Scientia. They thought you might remember us.”
Noct placed his hands on his hips and rocked back on his heels. Casual behavior throws the enemy off, he thought. “Why, have we fought before?”
“I suppose it’s true,” said Ignis, straightening his shoulders slightly. “Gladio, you know what to do.”
The larger man pulled out a massive broadsword from a harness on his back. Noct let out a dramatic, gusty sigh and summoned his own sword, holding it almost lazily in a loose grip.
“If I have to beat you down to bring you home safe, I will,” Gladiolus said. Noct grinned.
“Don’t even know where to start with that one,” he said.
But Gladiolus was not one for banter. As Noct spoke, the young man charged him, striking with such an almighty force that Noct was thrown back, winded. He struggled for air and raised his sword, bracing himself for another strike.
This was wrong. You never went on the defensive against a person who outmatched you in strength, and you never allowed one enemy to gain all your attention. Noct warped to the right, out of range, but Ignis was somehow there, blades drawn. He warped again, and there was the swordsman, leaping through the air and flinging his sword down with a force that shook the ground. The hilt clipped Noct as he dodged away, and Noct felt something crack above his waist. He pressed, tenderly, and winced. A rib, maybe two. This was bad.
But there the swordsman was yet again, like some perverse force of nature, bearing down on him with so much strength behind his blow that Noct felt his bones shake as he tried to block him. And then the man with the blades, aiming for an incapacitating blow at the back of Noct’s neck. Noct barely rolled away in time. He knew, then, that he was going to die. Gladiolus and Ignis were going to take him out, and then he was going to be sent to the King, and the King and his crystal would sap the life out of him to fuel their Astral-cursed city. He warped away again, but misjudged his landing and slipped, twisting his leg under him. He heard the snap of bone before he felt it, and the pain overwhelmed him for the only moment he had to run.
Somehow, nonsensically, he heard the man with the knives shout his name.
Then he felt something latch onto his chest, something that dug pincers into the skin around his belly and sent an electric jolt through his skin. An anchor, from an MT.
Noct looked up into the red light of a transport carrier, and grabbed the cage of the anchor in both hands as he was lifted up, into the waiting arms of the Niflheim army.
Ardyn met the carrier at their home base, his quick strides the only thing betraying his panic. Noct had applied elixirs to the worst of his wounds, but the pain had yet to recede, and he knew that it would take time for his leg to heal. But it wasn’t his physical wounds that worried him, not really. When his father ran the short distance up the ramp to his side, Noct turned his head away in shame.
“I’m sorry,” he said, choking the words out through gritted teeth.
His father lifted him up by the shoulders, looked him over, and pulled him into his arms. Noct returned his hold carefully, still overcome by the pain of his failure.
“Whoever did this,” Ardyn said, “I hope they’re dead.”
“They will be,” Noct whispered. “Next time, they will be. I won’t let you down again.”
Re: Fill: Father 5/?
Date: 2017-01-03 10:38 am (UTC)OP here..
Date: 2017-01-03 10:52 am (UTC)Author!anon... geez, I just typed this prompt before I went to sleep and when I woke up, I'm surprised by how fast you filled the prompt and it was so beautifully typed. Oh how I loved to read Noct growing up like his adopted dad and I'm excited to see how he and Regis will meet. You already made my day man...
I wonder how you will continue this story, seeing that you already made it great and I'm sitting here wanting more!
Cant wait for the next update! :3
Re: OP here..
Date: 2017-01-03 11:11 am (UTC)Re: OP here..
Date: 2017-01-03 11:51 am (UTC)Well you must have such a great imagination in order to type all of this in such a short amount of time, I wish I have your writing skills so I can write all my ideas.
And jeez your fill is killing me here, especially Noct and Ardyn's interactions. I like how Ardyn became a surrugate father to Noct, even growing fatherly to him.
I'm anxious to see how this story will end... will Noct and Regis reunite? or will he stay with daddy Ardyn? will they be able to destroy Lucis?
Keep up the good work!