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prompto, prince of niflheim AU

for a moment I thought maybe I was actually working on something with plot and political intrigue and then I looked at my notes for future scenes and realised, no, it is a romantic farce, and the world tilted back into balance. other bits under this tag!

It's probably not a skill he should be proud of, but Noctis is really good at avoiding things he doesn't want to deal with, which means that he manages to spend less than 15 cumulative minutes alone in the presence of Prince Aldercapt in the week following their initial, coldly formal meeting. He's pretty optimistic about maintaining this state of affairs - the 76th King had famously spent no more than three weeks in the company of her king consort throughout their entire 40-year marriage - until the evening a Citadel attendant breathlessly chases him down with a summons to his dad's study.

Creeping dread, and also Clarus, who usually elects to stand guard at a safe distance whenever paperwork is involved, await him at the door. Clarus waves him in and helpfully raps against the heavy wood to signal his presence and further cut off any thought of escape.

"Dad, it's me," Noctis calls out, not bothering to wait for a reply before pushing his way in.

His dad looks tired - his dad always looks tired, but moving back into the Citadel at least means that each new wrinkle doesn't come as a rude surprise anymore.

"Noctis," he says, pushing a file aside. "How have you been?"

He sounds perfectly casual, as though he's asking about the weather or Noct's grades and not what they both know this is about, and Noct grimaces only a little before responding in kind.

"Fine," he says. "Uh, I read Cor's report on adjusting the Crownsguard patrol routes and made some suggestions - "

"Cor forwarded me the updates. Good work," his dad nods. His expression shows approval and also complete awareness of Noct's current strategy. "But we aren't talking about work right now."

"We could be," Noctis offers with a touch of desperation. He normally hates dealing with political bullshit and there is a surprising amount of political bullshit in the Crownsguard, since it's tradition for the children of every Named family to serve for at least two years, but he'll deal with it forever if it means he can avoid -

"How are you getting along with Prince Aldercapt?" his dad asks, ignoring him mercilessly.

- dammit, dad.

Noctis winces for real this time, ducking his head so his hair falls to hide his face.

"We're not... not getting along," he tries.

"Noctis..."

"I know, I know," Noctis says. "But the treaty only says I have to marry him. What makes you think we can even trust him? He's a Niff!"

Silence, long and awkward, follows his outburst. Noctis shifts his weight and tries to stay out of a defensive slouch.

"You're right," his dad says finally. "The empire's intentions remain a mystery. It's likely that trust won't serve us - but that doesn't mean suspicion will."

"You're... not really giving me a lot to go on here," Noctis says, skepticism thick in his voice.

A smile ghosts across his dad's face. "I know," he says. "But it's as much as we all have. Just - believe that I never want you unhappy, Noctis."

Noctis swallows, looks away. He does believe; he's always believed, even when he was a 10-year-old waiting by the window every night, hoping for his father to come home. He thinks maybe a part of him has never stopped being that boy.

"Fine," he says. "Sure. Okay. You just want me to keep an open mind, right? I can do this."

I can't do this, Noct thinks two days later, Aldercapt sitting across him, a modest lunch spread over the table between them.

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In which Noctis discovers a new kink. The kink is "my best friend wearing my clothes". Written for the kink meme.

sticking this here for archiving! if this was a long fic Noct’s chapters would basically be hella stupid romcom shenanigans while Prompto’s are, like, confused guilty pining, like one of those pictures which is a vase or a woman depending on how you look at it. Noct is the vase, probably. and also, some of that scene mentioned in the notes on ao3. 

Breathing was kinda hard when you had your face mashed into your forearm and part of your classroom desk, but then just being alive was kind of a chore the first morning after the weekend, so Prompto contented himself with sweet, dark suffocation. Or at least he would have if Noct hadn't called out from behind him, sounding way more awake than he usually did 20 minutes before homeroom on a Monday.

"Hey, Prompto?"

"Mmph?" Prompto mumbled back, still face down, with the appropriate amount of awake for Monday morning. When Noct didn't reply, he dragged himself upright and turned in his seat so he could prop his elbows against Noct's desk, but all that greeted him was the top of his best friend's head and the side of his neck as he rummaged in his bag.

"Got you something," Noct said, finally straightening. He tossed the whatever-it-was onto his desk and leaned back, arms crossed in that too-casual way that he got when he really cared about what was going on.

Prompto blinked at Noct, then down with tired eyes. Every new week of school was a week closer to deciding that vanity could go to hell and just sticking with glasses until a more reasonable hour. Like 5pm, maybe. Or... maybe not? He kinda needed all the help he could get.

The thing Noct apparently wanted to give him was a long, dark strip of... leather, maybe, metal studs lining the edges, holes punched at one end to allow - 

Oh.

He pulled his right hand back reflexively, tucked it against his side, and was suddenly and coldly awake.

"What's this about?" he asked, voice high. Maybe it was instant karma for ragging on Noct in his thoughts, because his own attempt at fake casual was probably even worse.

"You're always wearing that wristband, right?"

Prompto stuck a light smile on his face and nodded.

This is it, he thought. He's going to ask. I'm going to -

- but all Noct did was push the black leather band closer, strangely intent.

"I thought you could use another one," he said. "Like, do you even wash that thing, dude?"

"Uh," Prompto said in flat surprise. In the time it took him to recalibrate how the conversation was supposed to go, Noct was back to wearing a familiar sharp grin. "What? Noct, what do you even - of course I do!" he protested. "I've got more than one! They just... look the same."

"Uh huh," Noct said with a skeptical nod. Wow, rude. "Well, time for a change, don't you think?"

Prompto picked the wristband up gingerly. "Thanks, Noct," he said. "But seriously, why?"

"Like I said," Noct shrugged. "I thought you could use a change."

The sturdy leather was cool under his fingers, and smooth. He could already tell that it would fit perfectly, snug, no threat of shifting. Prompto kept his right hand under the table, out of sight. "I..."

"Tomorrow," Noct interrupted. Prompto looked up. "Will you wear it tomorrow?" That strange, intense look was back, but it was somehow understanding, too. Prompto swallowed. Relief and guilt tangled in his stomach as he willed his treacherous heart back to its cage, where it belonged.

"I... can if it'll make you happy."

"It - "

He never got to hear the rest of Noct's reply. Hushed warnings rippled through the room like a herald, silencing their classmates moments before their form teacher strode through the door. Prompto whipped back around and shoved Noct's gift into his pocket, where it remained, heavy and waiting, for the rest of the day.

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Will you be continuing your prince prompto AU? I really like it very interesting.

thank you!! I don’t have the skill to write a coherently plotted long fic lol :( but I hope to fill in more scenes from here and there! 

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more of the AU where prompto is the prince of niflheim

folks on the kink meme continue to be geniuses and heroes! so many prompts with crazy good ideas for prompto being the prince of niflheim /slams keyboard MY TIME HAS COME haha just kidding you dont want to see me try to plot a long fic

first random bit was here

Later, Regis would be gratified that his court was at least disciplined enough to only start shouting after Chancellor Izunia swept out of the room.

"This is not a treaty," Minister Scientia said, leaping to his feet and slamming one palm on the heavy wood with enough force that Regis saw ripples across the surface of his wine. The people who thought that the Scientias operated solely on cool logic and strategy had clearly never worked with any. "It is an insult!"

"Marry Lucis' only heir to Aldercapt's second son?" Councillor Hutton continued in agreement. She stayed in her seat, but her knuckles were white as she gripped the edge of the table. "If they intend to end the Lucis bloodline, they could at least do it with an honest blade - "

"How dare you suggest that in front of his Majesty," someone else shouted, which was all the cue that the council needed to dissolve into chaos.

Regis briefly wondered if any of the warhammers in the royal arsenal would function as satisfactory gavels, but quality wood was hard to come by these days, and it would hardly do to make the housekeeping staff suffer because he couldn't keep his own people under control. He sat in silence, instead, allowing the commotion to wash over him, and raised a hand when the arguing lulled.

"I've heard your concerns," - loud, varied, and interspersed with curses as they were - "And we will reconvene in two days for my decision. Dismissed."

"But your Majesty - !"

"Dismissed," Regis said.

When the last of the council members had filed out of the room, Regis looked up at Clarus, who was staring straight ahead, impassive, unyielding, and always a source of strength.

"What do you think, Clarus?" he asked.

"It's more than likely a trap," Clarus said. "Should anything happen to the prince on our soil..."

It made sense. It was a strategy seen time and again, in history. It was nothing that Niflheim was above. And yet -

"No," Regis said tiredly. "You know as well as I do. The empire needs no excuse to invade. They haven't needed one for a long time."

He took a short breath. For once, the chill in his bones was not from the ring.

("So what do you think?" Gladio asks in a low voice after the door has closed in Prince Aldercapt's - in his fiance's - wake.

"Eh," Noctis shrugs. "I could totally take him.")

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so, uh..this is canon right

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so, about that AU where prompto is son of the emperor

it is a simple fact that the folks on the kink meme are geniuses and heroes

Behind him, he can hear Gladio yelling for him to slow down, get back - but Noctis ignores him, warps the last few metres to the door of the throne room and bursts inside. He doesn’t know what he expects to see. He knows what he fears, but - 

The throne room is not destroyed in the aftermath of a bloody battle. Prince Aldercapt isn’t laid open on the floor, which was Noct’s best case scenario five minutes ago. His father isn’t - his father is fine, sitting straight and regal on his throne, Clarus at his shoulder while Noct’s would-be fiance kneels on one knee before him, head bowed, flanked by Highwind and that strange magitek soldier.

“Dad!” Noct calls out. He’s vaguely aware of Gladio and Ignis coming to a halt just past the door. “What - ”

His dad lifts a hand and for once, Noctis obeys the order for silence. Aldercapt cranes his head back, blue eyes staring straight into Noct’s for a moment before he returns his attention to the king.

“This is gonna be kind of hard to believe,” Aldercapt says, the words tumbling from his mouth in a nervous stutter, “I mean I probably wouldn’t believe me myself but - ”

The magitek soldier raises its arms and Aldercapt cuts himself off, but even as Clarus’ hand falls to the hilt of his sword and Noctis tenses in preparation to summon, all it does is take off its helmet to reveal tightly braided blonde hair and... a face so achingly familiar from news clips and rare photographs carefully pressed between the pages of their shared diary.

“What he means, your Majesty,” Luna says, “Is please, just hear us out.”

“Luna?” Noctis says in confusion. It feels as though the world has just turned upside down, but it’s almost a relief compared to the panic and desperation of the last half hour. “Why are you - what’s going on?”

Highwind makes a short, contemptuous noise. “Haven’t you figured it out, Highness?”

“We’re, uh,” Aldercapt starts, looking almost sheepish as he rises to his feet, “We’re committing treason.”

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still weirdly invested in my reading of chloe as 500% gay. this percentage is arbitrary yet will only increase.

I imagine that the mayor and his late wife had a doting, fairytale romance and marriage, and he’ll never remarry but he lowkey worries about his daughter growing up without a mother, and Chloe is invested in having a fairytale romance of her own because it’s what she knew and also as a way to reassure her father. objectively she knows it doesn’t make sense but she’s a teenager (younger, when her mother died) and grief makes people fixate on weird things. and you don’t really get much more fairytale than Adrien, childhood friend, fashion model, modern day prince.

I don’t even LIKE Chloe, and also watch them have enough budget in season 2 to animate mrs bourgeois and ruin all this, lol.

“You know your father won’t care,” Adrien points out. “He just wants you to be happy.”

“Yes,” Chloe says. Her words acknowledge his point and her tone declares her intention to ignore it. “It’s really too bad you don’t like boys,” she continues. “Then we could just cover for each other, and it’d be perfect.”

Adrien sighs tiredly. Chloe is the only person he knows who can mix emotional vulnerability with being completely terrible. “Chloe, if I won’t date you because you’re gay, why would I date you if we were both gay?”

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Miraculous Ladybug CAH (1/?)

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Ladybug is presented as the member of their duo with all the chill but she is actually 0% chill and I think that’s beautiful.

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Ladybug and Cat Noir(e) x 1st Year NozoEli

Cat Noire → ♡ → Ladybug Eli → ♡ → Nozomi

Bonus: Nico runs the LadyBlog and ships LadyNoire

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rewatching ep 17 and its just straight

Antibug: You can’t do anything without Chat Noir!

Ladybug: Well yes, okay, but... why would I ever need to?

h el p

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WHERE IS THE CHILL THOMAS ASTRUC?????

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so ep 17 was super cute and everyone is freaking out about whether or not Adrien knows but my key takeaway from the whole thing was that Chloe is super gay. like I now 99.8% believe that Adrien is so put off by her advances because he knows and refuses to be her beard, although he doesn’t call her out on it because he doesn’t want to be mr. hypocrisy by lecturing anybody on being ~true to themselves, lol

basically

Adrien: Look, Chloe, you can continue alienating the people around you, or you could date Sabrina. I know which one I’d choose.

Chloe: You are NOT dating Sabrina!

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A heads up would have been appreciated, Mari.

So here’s my poorly drawn headcanon on how Marinette freed Chat without him seeing her– based on a small scene where Antibug tilts the pole and he starts to slide off. Their miraculous costumes enhance their bodies and makes them (mostly) invulnerable, so he should be able to land from that height (I mean look at when Climatika threw him across Paris. He’ll be fine). 

If he had fallen while still fully tied up… yikes.  

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It seems that chat noir almost never uses cataclysm without instruction from ladybug, like maybe he doesn’t trust himself with it and he’s given the keys to this incredibly destructive power to his lady because he trusts that she’ll use it best and most wisely

(also striking is that the one time we see him use it for a non-destructive purpose, he does it without any prompting)

and it’s probably stressful to have this expectation and responsibility placed on her but ladybug shoulders it and takes it seriously. like they’re stuck in a bubble halfway through to the stratosphere and when chat noir is like “you couldn’t have told me to use cataclysm earlier??”, her rejoinder isn’t “wtf are you snapping at me for, it’s YOUR power,” it is “well we can’t be stuck here forever”

I mean the love square might kill me but their partnership might kill me first

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what if he’d made a pun instead of just grinning at her in stormy weather

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both are great but how the fuck did this happen