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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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Re: Fill: Scourge 6/?
Date: 2017-01-12 11:01 pm (UTC)“I’ll protect you if anyone ever tries to hurt you again.” Noct tells him, and he means to keep that promise.
Now that Noct is almost seventeen, he thinks that his father has gotten over the idea of whipping as a form of punishment. It hasn’t happened in over three years, and Regis has lost interest in Noct’s daily occurrences in general, so he doesn’t worry much for Prompto’s well-being in that regard. He finds a thin veil of safety and clings to it.
When Noctis is set to graduate from school, the schoolboard asks him if he would make a speech at the ceremony, being royalty and all. Nothing would be worse, in Noct’s mind, so of course Regis insists that he do it. Noct outright refuses. He has surrendered to many things at his father’s demand in the past, but this would not be one of them.
“You do it if it’s so goddamned important to you.” Noct argues, folding his arms. He stands before his father at his throne and the room is occupied with several various advisors, glaives, and both the King’s and Prince’s Shields. All look on in terror, wishing Noct wouldn’t be obdurate.
“Noctis,” Regis looks down at him, “Take a moment to reconsider your words, and appreciate the mercy I am showing you.”
“Father,” Noct bites, “I will not speak at the ceremony. I feel no camaraderie to those individuals and do not wish to feign such.” He speaks with such a sarcastic amount of properness, it makes Ignis and Gladio cringe with dread.
“So be it.” Regis snaps his fingers and the doors to the throne room swing open. Prompto, eyes so agape with worry, enters after being pushed inside. He falls to his knees, grunting before his hands have a chance to catch himself.
Noct knows what’s about to happen, and he wants to hurt himself for thinking Prompto was safe. “I’m not allowing this!” He fights, looking up at his father with his teeth bared.
“You don’t have a choice, Noctis!” Regis stands and begins to descend the staircase down to the platform where Noct stands.
“But I do and I’m telling you it’s not going to happen!” Noct’s body is pulsing with anger.
“Glaives, restrain my son.” Regis orders, and the glaives practically cower when they hear the order. They move to obey, but are not quick enough.
Noct conjures a small blade, one big enough that will allow him to use his royal magic, and throws it to Prompto’s side to warp to him. Once he finds his footing, he puts an arm around Prompto’s shoulders and holds a newly conjured sword out in front of them both. “Don’t anyone dare touch him!” Noct spits, glaring directly into the eyes of his father.
“Stop this foolishness!” Regis threatens, holding up his hand that dons the ring of the Lucii. Its black gem shines, catching Noct’s eye.
“Stop with your threats!” Noct yells. “What do you mean to do, kill me? Then do it! You’re a coward!”
The irises of Regis’ eyes turn red, resembling those of daemons. He raises his hand above his head and it trembles as he summons the forbidden power of the old Kings from within the magic ring.
Noct feels twisting and pulling in his core, and it extracts all of the air from his lungs. He feels himself being raised up, his feet leaving the floor, gravity dissipating around him yet gathering to push down into his core all at once. There are gasps and cries of horror from everyone in the room, practically everyone trying to talk the King down.
“Noct…” Prompto utters, and it’s his first time speaking in front of the King.
“Your Highness, please.” Ignis pleads as respectfully as he can.
When Regis doesn’t stop, Clarus Amicitia, Gladio’s father and the King’s Shield, conjures his own greatsword and strikes his King, perhaps sealing his own death sentence, but it’s enough to get the King to release Noct from the grip of the Ring.
Noct falls to the floor and begins to pant and wheeze for air. Ignis and Gladio rush to him, covering him with their bodies to protect him. Even Prompto, at his low rank, moves to protect the Prince, the most scared out of anyone in the room.
“Regis!” Clarus questions, stunned at his King’s actions. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?”
Regis looks to his Shield, humanity slowly returning to his eyes. He lowers his arm but doesn’t utter a single word. Instead, he pushes past everyone with their critical and disparaging gazes and leaves the throne room, alone.
Re: Fill: Scourge 7/8
Date: 2017-01-13 12:19 am (UTC)“Noct?” Prompto questions. “What’s up?”
“We’re getting you out of here.” Noct tosses the knapsack on the bed.
“Out of where?” Prompto’s eyes follow Noct as he paces. “Out of the infirmary?”
“Out of Insomnia. My father’s gone mad.” Noct tells him, his fists clenched and kept at his sides. “Do you have anything important that you want to keep?”
Prompto sits up in the bed, starting to panic seeing the agitation on Noct’s face. “Noct, I-I don’t understand what’s going on.”
“Prompto,” Noct is breathing heavily, from either anger or fear, Prompto can’t tell. “We don’t have a lot of time, so please trust me. I’m getting you out of here before my father kills you.”
Prompto gets up and puts on a pair of shoes. “But what about you?”
“…I don’t have a choice.” Noct’s nose scrunches. “But until I’m King, this is all I can do to protect you.”
Prompto swallows, Noct’s words crashing into him like a wave. “I… I don’t own any possessions.” He says, looking to the knapsack. Inside it, Prompto can see a sizable amount of gil, along with various potions and clothes. He zips it closed and throws it over his shoulder.
As soon as Prompto takes the knapsack, Noct takes a hold of his hand and starts running, guiding him down unfamiliar corridors and hallways until they end up outside, a running car waiting for them. They climb into the backseat and barely close the door before it speeds off.
Cor Leonis, a glaive who never once hit Prompto, sits in the driver’s seat, expertly weaving through Insomnia’s streets.
“What’s happening, Noct?” Prompto asks again once they’re safe within the car.
Noct stares straight ahead. “When my father used the Ring of the Lucii against me, he probably meant to kill me.” Prompto shudders. “That very moment, everyone saw how cruel and insane he’d become, and their loyalty to him died.”
Cor made a little noise from the front seat, confirming Noct’s words.
“I asked a few glaives that I trust to help me get you out of Insomnia, because I knew that his rage wouldn’t stop, and I knew you would be his target.” Noct explains.
Prompto frowns. “What if he hurts you?”
Noct doesn’t answer. He closes his eyes for a minute and clears his throat. “I have to endure, I have to ascend the throne and save the people of Insomnia from him.”
Prompto respects Noct’s duty, but he doesn’t want to be sent away. He wants to stay in Insomnia, with his best friend Noct, even if it means getting beaten. “Where are we going?” He asks, eyes watching the streetlights as they flash by.
“You’re going to Lestallum. I’ll ride with you to the border of Insomnia, and there we’re going to meet a man named Cid who will give you a ride the rest of the way. It will take you at least a day to make it there, but once you make it, a woman named Aranea is going to give you a place to live and some work so you can make money and survive.” Noct is glad it’s dark so Prompto can’t see his tears.
Except, Prompto can hear the difference in Noct’s voice, and knows that he’s crying. “Did you prepare all of this?” He asks.
“Ignis helped me, and other glaives too…” Noct tells him. “Technically, we’re all committing treason, but I can’t let this go on any longer.”
“Your highness, we’re at the border.” Cor tells them, parking to the side of the check-in point. “I’ll secure your friend’s credentials, so say your goodbyes.”
They step out of the car and into the cool night. “Is this goodbye?” Prompto asks, a waterfall of tears gathering in his eyes.
“Not forever.” Noct tells him. “We’ll meet again, someday… I promise.” He hugs Prompto tighter than he’s ever held anyone or anything in his life. “Until then, please stay safe.” He adds in a whisper, his face hidden against Prompto’s shoulder.
Prompto nods, because he can’t speak. He’s clutching Noct and shaking, afraid to let go.
“Come on, kid!” Cor calls over to the blond. “It’s time!”
The teens let go slowly, hiding their tears from each other as ‘real men’ might, and Prompto runs toward where Cor waits for him.
Just before they lose sight of each other, Prompto turns one last time and waves. Noct returns the gesture, trying his best to offer a hopeful smile.
He knows this is for the best, but it doesn’t stop it from hurting.
Re: Fill: Scourge 7/8
Date: 2017-01-13 04:24 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Scourge 7/8 (OP)
Date: 2017-01-13 07:35 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Scourge 8/8
Date: 2017-01-14 06:04 pm (UTC)Prompto pauses, placing down the small circuit board he’s soldering and leaning to his left to turn up the volume on the radio.
‘—Prince Noctis, who just celebrated his twenty-second birthday, will be the second-youngest King crowned in the history of Lucis—’
Prompto smiles hearing about his old friend. It’s been six years since he and Noct have seen or spoken to each other. He’s sees a few photos of Noct in newspapers over the years and it makes Prompto really miss him, but he is ultimately thankful for the safety Noct helped him attain. He knows they’ve both been waiting for the day that Noct would ascend the throne, because it means that Prompto’s hiding can come to an end.
But owes so much to Noct for it, really. He can’t imagine what Noct had to endure from his father after it was discovered that the Prince helped an MT escape. Or did the King even notice? Prompto has so many questions ready to ask when he gets the chance to see Noctis again.
For the better part of these six years, Prompto has made a living working with and fixing small electronics, finding he somehow understands them intrinsically, and he enjoys it very much. He becomes familiar and acquainted with many people in the small city, and he is sure that no one knows he is an MT, though they seem to keep from getting too close with him anyway. He smiles through it, waiting for the day he can return to Insomnia.
He picks up the soldering iron and continues working, affixing tiny resistors to a circuit board for a power plant device. He listens to the radio drone on as he works.
‘—Analysts also say that the Prince has hinted that his first proposed action as King will be to grant extended rights for civilian MTs living in Lucis, a move that has many citizens unsure, yet others positive, about the future—’
“Oh Noct,” Prompto beams from ear to ear. “You kept your promise…”
News of a ‘luxury city car’ driving into Lestallum catches Prompto’s attention the next morning. Many cars outside of Insomnia are shabby little things incapable of reaching tops speeds of even fifty miles per hour, so for people to see such an automotive marvel is a big deal. For Prompto though, who rode in one of those marvels just six years ago, the news means something different entirely.
He wanders near the main strip of Lestallum all morning until he spots it; a sleek onyx car with shining tire rims and
“There you are,” A familiar accented voice calls out, his arms folded across his chest.
Prompto turns toward it. “Aren’t you…” Prompto can’t remember his name, but he remembers those glasses. His hair is a bit spikier now than it was when they were sixteen and eighteen, and he’s taller too.
“…Ignis.” He tells him, a little vexed.
“Ignis, right!” Prompto tries a salute, but feels unreasonably silly and lowers his hand slowly. “Sorry…”
“No apology necessary.” Ignis laughs a little. “Now come, the King has ordered me to retrieve you.”
“The King…” Prompto wonders, that title still bringing an innate fear in him.
“King Noctis Lucis Caelum CXIV.” Ignis clarifies, hiding a smile behind that professionally stoic face.
Prompto nods, climbing into the passenger’s seat when Ignis opens the door for him. He buckles himself in and sighs, thinking ‘I’m going home.’
~*~
The journey to Insomnia takes longer than Prompto thinks it should, but maybe Cid was a fast driver those six years ago. Maybe Ignis is a slow driver? He doesn’t consider the possibility that he’s just so excited that time is simply playing tricks on him.
The city is alive when they finally arrive at the Citadel. Ignis parks right before the stairs leading into the largest building in the city and they step out into the magic that has become the Crown City: bells chime ceaselessly from all directions and shimmering confetti floats in the air like flower blossom petals in spring. There is an electricity tickling Prompto’s skin, a magic present around him that just doesn’t exist in Lestallum. He knows it’s Noct’s royal enchantment that makes that possible and it warms him.
“People are happy.” Ignis tells him as they scale the stairs upward, a tranquility relaxing his own features. “It’s been like this since we announced Noctis’ ascension.”
“It’s amazing.” Prompto catches a stray piece of confetti and opens his hand to look at it, but it dissolves into water.
“A blessing from Shiva.” Ignis explains.
Once inside, Ignis and Prompto cross paths with Gladio, who gives Prompto a smile and a punch in the shoulder, his own way of welcoming him back to the Citadel. Prompto’s pleasant memories of sparring with him and Noct come flooding back and he feels at home.
“Are we going to see Noct right away?” Prompto asks, not even realizing the impudence of his overfamiliarity by using the upcoming King of Lucis’ childhood nickname. Even if he did, he knew Noct never cared for that sort of treatment.
“Unless you have somewhere else to be?” Ignis jokes, approaching a set of large doors and opening one, letting Prompto step inside first.
They’ve entered a conference room, a larger room with a long table taking up the very middle of the space. At the far end, being occupied with two older stewards shoving documents and reports into his hands, sits a familiar head of raven-colored hair.
“Your Highness,” Ignis interrupts, an obvious touch of excitement in his voice. “We’ve returned from Lestallum.”
Noct lifts his head and visibly stops breathing. He places his hands on the table and stands, supporting himself. “Prompto.” He stares open-mouthed, quite unbecomingly for a King.
Prompto stands unexpectedly still, seized with too many butterflies in his stomach to move. “Hey.” He says, his cheeks flushing.
Without a word, Noct quite literally pushes the stewards out of his way, and rushes to Prompto, clutching his arms around the other so quickly and so tightly that it knocks the wind out of Prompto’s lungs. “You’re safe.” Noct whispers, their cheeks pressed together and Noct’s hair tickles Prompto’s nose.
“I promised you I would be.” Prompto says once he can breathe. The next thing he knows, he’s being lifted up and spun around in circles, Noct’s arms holding him securely. “H-Hey!” He laughs, “Careful with the goods!”
“Sorry,” Noct puts him down, but his hands don’t leave Prompto’s shoulders for one second. “I’m just so happy you’re back. Are you going to stay?” The look of eagerness in his eyes is so honest.
“Of course I am.” Prompto makes a fist to show his resolve. “As long as you want me here.”
“Don’t be dumb.” Noct elbows his ribs. “This is your home.”
One of the stewards clears his throat slowly and intentionally, “Forgive me, your majesty, but we have several things to prepare for your crowning ceremony…”
“That reminds me.” Noct all but ignores the wishes of the steward, who flops over in defeat at Noct’s disregard. “Prompto, I would be honored if you would stand at my side during the crowning ceremony.”
“Me? Really? Am I allowed to? I’m not part of the Crownsguard…” Prompto worries.
“I make the rules now, Prompto.” Noct assures him. “And you stand where I say you stand.” His posture is one of strength and tenacity, but his eyes remain soft and gentle as ever. “If you want to, that is…”
Prompto nods. “I’d… be honored to.”
~*~
The day of Noct’s crowning ceremony offers blessed weather and the crowd that packs into and surrounds the Citadel extends for miles. Prompto is fitted with his own Crownsguard fatigues that matches those of Gladio and Ignis, and though he feels inadequate to be wearing them, he does so proudly.
Preparations are complete and they all stand in their places around the throne, awaiting the guest of honor to arrive.
The large throne room doors open and music begins to play perfectly in time. Prompto is shivering, trying to get his nerves under control. When Noct steps forward, he is dressed in an all black suit and an asymmetrical cape adorns his shoulders, affixed with golden plates and dangling chains down the back. Prompto can’t help but admire his elegant handsomeness as he walks slowly, carefully, to his throne.
People bow deeply as Noct walks by them and remain until he ascends the stairs. Clarus, Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto alone await him at the top, a privilege none of them have snubbed.
Normally Regis would be the one to crown his son as the next King, but due to his ailing condition, Clarus has stepped in as the King’s Shield to perform the Coronation’s Oath. Gladio’s ego has swelled to massive proportions knowing his father has such an honor, and the guys would tease him about it later.
The room quiets as Clarus opens a worn book, turning to a specific page.
Clarus clears his throat and begins. “Ladies, Gentlemen, Royal members of the court of Insomnia, before you stands Noctis Lucis Caelum, son to Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII, here today to claim or deny the blessings of the Gods and the Old Kings for all to witness.” Clarus pauses. “Sir, is your Majesty willing to take the Oath?”
“I am willing.” Noct replies, his voice carrying weight and maturity that Prompto didn’t recognize but respected deeply.
Clarus smirks at Noct and nods. “Will you, to the utmost of your power, uphold the Laws of the Gods and the true profession of the Old Kings?”
“This I vow to uphold.” Noctis recites, taking a deep breath.
Clarus turns the page. “Since time immemorial, the Astrals have watched over Eos. Will you, just as the Archaean Titan, remain as steadfast as stone?”
“I will.” Noct vows, his hand over his heart.
“Will you, just as the Fulgurian Ramuh, remain as sharp as lightning?”
“I will.”
“Will you, just as the Glacian Shiva, remain as gentle as snow?”
“I will.”
“Will you, just as the Hydreaen Leviathan, remain as relentless as the tides?”
“I will.”
“Will you, just as the Draconian Bahamut, remain as unbending as iron?”
“I will.”
“And will you, just as the Infernian Ifrit, remain as capricious as fire?”
“I will.” He says finally, his chest lowering with a heavy exhale.
“Then I, Clarus Amicitia, Shield of the King, do hereby bestow upon you the title of King of Lucis. Please sit upon your throne.”
Noct seats himself and Ignis brings forth the crown, carrying it gently. Before he places it upon Noct’s head, Ignis gives an imploring look to Prompto, offering him to hold the other side of it.
Prompto hesitates, looking out into the crowd. They wait eagerly, and Prompto looks to Ignis. He raises his brows and nods. Noct, too, looks to Prompto and gives an encouraging gesture.
Prompto inhales to try and stop his hands from shaking as he takes hold of the other side of the crown. On Ignis’ signal, they carefully lower it onto Noct’s head and the room erupts with cheers. Prompto backs away a few steps, too shy in the limelight, and he feels Gladio pat him on his shoulder.
Noct stands at once, giving a small wave to those citizens lucky enough to be in his vicinity. They begin to chant ‘Long live the King’ and it makes Noct proud. Even more, it makes Prompto’s heart warm, especially when Noct turns his back to them all and looks to Prompto, offering him the kindest smile.
“You’re right where you belong, Prompto.” He says, the crown glimmering from the light around them.
Re: Fill: Scourge 8/8 (author)
Date: 2017-01-14 06:21 pm (UTC)http://archiveofourown.org/works/9321860
Re: Fill: Scourge 8/8 (author)
Date: 2017-01-25 02:25 pm (UTC)It was an awesome read. The ending made me smile.
Even if the game's ending was sad at least there's this to soothe my soul :)