Mineshaft 👀
(or insert whatever no one has asked you about yet here!)
LOL of course you'd eye up mineshaft! :D <33333 @oftincturedwords asked about this one too so here we go!
So naturally, because this is me, Noctis and his friends are in a bit of a tough spot financially. AKA they're broke and out of curatives. They recently had an altercation with a guy which resulted in Gladio getting badly injured due to protecting Noctis, it was a very close call for him, and it used up the rest of their resources getting him to recover.
They need money ASAP, for some supplies and some downtime. They need to rest, Gladio still needs to rest. And so Noctis accepts a hunt for them at an abandoned mining village. Just one hunt, a quick job to get some good cash, to get supplies and let Gladio heal completely.
Except it's an abandoned mining village. It isn't maintained, it hasn't been maintained in decades, and things go south quickly. One thing leads to another, and Noctis and Gladio both end up getting kicked down an unstable shaft, falling deep into the mine below, and they end up trapped there, injured and on their own, cut off from the world above.
I honestly love the vibes of this fic. It's kind of like a ghost story? This fic is, of course, a whumpy fic, but it's also angsty and emotional and it's about guilt and secrets and grief. I honestly didn't expect it to take such an emotional turn when I started it, I thought it was just going to be a 10k oneshot of the two of them hurt and just trapped in a mineshaft lol, instead it's going to end up more than 30k and there are all of these FEELINGS XDDDD I love it. Hoping to get it posted soon!
Lil' snippet:
He’s only taken a few steps back towards the motel when Noct’s voice stops him.
“Do you believe in ghosts?”
Gladio pauses, then turns to look back at him. Noct’s eyes are on him now, but his face is unreadable, and he’s still clutching at the notebook on his lap, thumb slowly tapping against the cover. Gladio gives the question some consideration, then says, “I don’t think I’ve thought about it too much.”
“My mom believed in ghosts,” Noct says softly, and a flash of surprise hits Gladio like a jolt. “She used to say the south-east tower of the Citadel was haunted.”
He can only stare, confused and curious and wondering. It’s rare for Noct to talk about his mother, rarer even than King Regis himself. “I didn’t know that,” Gladio responds, not knowing what to say and yet not wanting to shove Noct back into silence. “Haunted by who? Some ancestor of yours?”
Noct gives a grin, although it's barely even a half-formed thing. “No idea.” He looks down, fiddling with the notebook, and Gladio waits as patiently as he can until Noct speaks again. “Cinis, tomorrow,” he says. “It’s supposed to be haunted. Or that’s what the tipster said.”
Ah, maybe that’s what brought all of this on. “Probably haunted by daemons, more like,” Gladio answers lightly.
Noct nods at that, slowly and thoughtfully. “The tipster said it’s because of the disaster. All the anger and sadness and guilt ties the people who died there.”
“Isn’t that the usual story for these things?” Gladio suggests. He’s not sure what Noct is getting at here, it’s not exactly important information for their hunt tomorrow, and it doesn’t help that both his eyes and tone don’t really let anything on. But, with everything that has happened lately, there are some possibilities. Death has shadowed Noct’s life since before he was born. It’s the sword hanging above the neck of every king of Lucis. It makes sense that Noct would think of ghosts.
“I can’t disprove they exist,” Gladio says eventually. It’s not really giving much, but he’d rather fill the silence than let it linger. “I’ve never seen one before. Have you?”
Noct is silent for a moment. That shouldn’t be so surprising, but it is. But then he lifts his gaze again and gives a bashful grin. “Nah, guess not. Would be cool, though, huh?”
“Yeah,” Gladio replies. “Make sure Prompto is with you when you do see one. Bet he’d love to snap a picture of it if he could.”
Noct lets out a soft noise, something like a chuckle. “I bet he would.” He stares at Gladio for a moment longer, looking like he wants to say something else. Then he nods towards the motel room. “I’ll be inside in a minute.”
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Ohhhh but I'm also really curious about Old Viewbliss Road so I'm gonna be annoying and submit two 😈
you could go down the list, asking item by item, and I'd tell you about every one 😇
So "Old Viewbliss Road" is the working title for a fic based on an idea of mementomoryo's, the leading premise of which was:
The Bros are driving down the road at night, and yeah, there are daemons about, but now they've got one extra problem: there seems to be another car or some sort of vehicle tailgating them really closely and trying to drive them off the road.
Unfortunately, I've had the fic on the back burner for almost a year and a half already, but there's a twist in it that makes me determined to finish it one of these days!!! Until then, an excerpt:
"I'm looking for oldies, I'm looking for goodies, I'm looking for--" Prompto pauses to pull a disc out of the case. Holding it up for the guys in the backseat, he asks, "Any bets whose this is?"
"Dad's," says Gladio, and Prompto lifts an eyebrow.
"I am predicting something mild and dulcet," Prompto says as he pops the disc in the player.
"Just hit the play button."
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@every-lemon replied to your post “all the things I should be working on: Providence,...”:
The heart wants what it wants, who are we to argue 😉
ah, the complicated and ever-frustrating life of the writer... XD
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Three for the ask meme!
3. Is there anything new you want to try with your writing? A new genre? Style of writing?
I wanna be more descriptive, which is probably a weird thing to say when my style is already a babbling style lol. But descriptions are one of my biggest weaknesses in writing, especially scenery, which is one thing I'm really eager to improve on. I wanna write scenery so good and vivid you can eat it lmao.
Thanks for the ask Lemon!
Beginning of the Year Writer Asks
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Ahhh the mystery!!!! What about.... (?) ?????
ohoho the little blurb I've got written for that is:
The fic where Ignis measures the days until the end of the world by the length of Gladio's hair.
The "end of the world," being, rather, the Dawn. I actually don't remember off the top of my head if Iggy got a clear shot of everyone in Pryna's prophecy (and therefore would know "this is it" once Gladio started wearing his hair a specific way), but let's go with it. And, because I can never do tragedy without some comedy, here's a note I left:
[joke about hanging out with ignis because he's the only one who can't see his Awkward Growing Out Cut]
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