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Fill 5/6: Prompto/Noct & Gladio/Ignis becomes Prompto/Ignis during the Long Dark

[(Anonymous)]

“Iris stopped by while you were gone,” Ignis says, after Prompto lets himself into the apartment.

“Aw, why do people always come by when I'm not here?” Prompto all but whines, toeing his boots off by the door. There's a definite almost-pout on his face to go with his words. “How was she though?” He hasn't seen Iris in a long time, really, though he knows she's joined the hunters in fighting the daemon's. Can't keep an Amicitia from a good fight, it seems.

Prompto only notices then that there's music playing softly, and Ignis is seated on the small couch, a book in his lap, fingers still lingering, though not moving, on the pages. As he passes by the couch he reaches out, brushes a hand lightly across Ignis' shoulders, a sort of 'I'm here', affection that has come easily to them, since they first shared a kiss.

“She's well,” Ignis answers. “She's been on a mission with Gladio down near Old Lestallum.”

Prompto is in the process of pulling off his jacket, but he stills when he hears Ignis mention Gladio.

Ignis continues, sounding as calm as ever. “They were helping some hunters who had gotten into trouble, I believe, but they managed to get everyone out alive.”

Letting out a breath, Prompto continues changing into something more comfortable, ignores the new, blossoming bruise spreading across one calf, thanks to a goblin he hadn't noticed while dealing with a mindflayer. “I'm glad everyone's okay. Iris has gone full daemon hunter now though, bet Gladio's feeling conflicted about that.” He moves and joins Ignis on the couch, sitting close, one hand reaching out to take hold of Ignis', no longer even pretending to try and read any more. With his free hand, Ignis carefully sets the book aside.

“Yes, I imagine so,” he agrees, tone even. “Fiercely proud, and yet terrified of anything happening to her.”

Prompto hums in agreement. “I am too, really. But there's no stopping Iris, even if Gladio wanted to. She's an Amicitia, after all.” He laughs lightly, feels a small sense of relief at Ignis' answering smile.

Ignis turns his hand within Prompto's, twines their fingers together. It seems Ignis has found it just as simple as Prompto has, to slip from friendly comfort, to something more affectionate. It warms something within him.

“She also mentioned how Gladio has found someone, though he doesn't wish to marry her until Noctis and the sun return.”

Prompto's fingers inadvertently tighten around Ignis' at the news, surprised, and his eyes search Ignis' face for any sign of his feelings about this. But Ignis has always been good at keeping his cards close, and the tinted glasses he wears makes it difficult for Prompto to see what might hide behind them.

“Oh. That really is news, isn't it?” He says, and he's happy for Gladio, he is, but Prompto's first concern is Ignis, and how this might affect him. “Are you okay?”

Ignis raises his eyebrows a little. “Of course. Why are you so worried?”

“That bad at hiding it, huh?” He says, laughing softly at himself. Ignis can always tell. “I just,” and Prompto pauses, shifts a little where he's sitting, though never letting go of Ignis' hand. They never talk about this. “Just worried, because of what you and Gladio had, you know? I don't like seeing you hurt.” He says this all quickly, getting it over with, feeling awkward all the same.

And now Ignis really is surprised, he gives Prompto's hand a soft squeeze, leans closer in towards him. “Do you believe I still harbour romantic feelings towards Gladio?”

Prompto laughs again, a self-deprecating huff of air, because put that way, so matter of factly, it does sound a little silly. He squirms a little bit, until Ignis' other hand moves to rest on Prompto's shoulder, trying to still him. “I, uh. Well, n-no, not really,” Prompto says, a little awkwardly. “But I know what happened between you guys couldn't have been, uh, couldn't have been easy. And just, well, I'm just worried about you, is all.” 'I don't want to see your heart break,' is what Prompto's really thinking.

“Prompto,” Ignis says softly, the hand on Prompto's shoulder moves now, fingers cupping the back of his neck, and Prompto feels his skin prickle with warmth at the touch. “Yes, it was a difficult time, I'll admit,” he says. “But I don't spend my time thinking about what might have happened.”

“Yeah, you're too practical for that,” Prompto says, fondly.

“And maybe,” Ignis continues, the corners of his mouth almost twitching into a smile, “I'm just a touch too busy with the here and now.”

His fingers now toy with the hair at the nape of Prompto's neck, drawing a small shiver from him; he's sure Ignis can feel the movement beneath his hand. “Well, there is a lot going on,” he agrees.

At this, Ignis actually laughs. It's soft, but a genuine laugh all the same. “I mean specifically with you.”

“Oh.”

Ignis leans in closer, his lips finding Prompto's forehead, and presses a soft kiss there, sweet and affectionate. Prompto wonders if Ignis can feel the blush that spreads across the back of his neck.

“I am truly happy for Gladio, that he's found someone, and I hope they can make it through this darkness together,” Ignis continues, a little more serious now. “It was a long time ago now, and I don't hold it against Gladio. Besides, it's not the same as the relationship you and Noctis have.”

Ignis' words sink in slowly through Prompto's mind, and they take him by surprise when he realises. It hits him suddenly, had he not made his feelings for Ignis clear? “Had,” he says quickly, feeling a little panicked. “Had. Ignis...Iggy, you don't think I'm just, j-just...” Prompto can't say it, has never even entertained the thought before.

“With me while you wait for Noct to return?” Ignis offers, and the laugh he let's out this time is a little bitter, an unusual sound to come from Ignis, and it's his turn to look uncertain and vulnerable. Prompto hates it. “I must admit, the thought has crossed my mind.” He turns his face away from Prompto's, his own way of looking away.

Prompto pulls his hand from Ignis', and reaches forward, pulls Ignis towards him into a tight hug. He hates the idea that he's hurt Ignis somehow, even without meaning to. This thing between them they had fallen into, and it had been so easy, after that first kiss, so simple to fall into something more. “Y-you're more to me than that,” Prompto says, almost fiercely, his face pressed against Ignis' neck. “We mean more than that.”

He feels Ignis' hands shake a little as they reach around him, find purchase at Prompto's waist.

“I'm not here with you to pass the time,” he continues, his voice shaking less as his conviction rises, wanting Ignis to be able to hear in his voice how much he means everything he's saying. “I'm not waiting for Noct to come back. Well, I am,” he says, before realising how it sounds, and quickly adds, “but only like we all are! For him to come back and get rid of the daemons and bring the sun back. I'm not, I'm not waiting for us.” He let's out a small, choked sob, against his will, and he feels Ignis push him away a little, just enough that they're able to face each other again.

“Prompto?” He asks, voice quiet and concerned.

Prompto doesn't mean to cry, he really doesn't, but it's not something he's ever spoken about before, not with anyone, and it's as if voicing his thoughts out loud break that dam he'd built up against any tears. “I don't want to, I don't know, make less of what me and Noct had together, you know?” He says, trying to ignore how his emotions are betraying him a little now. But Ignis remains calm, and listens to him quietly. “Because I loved him, I really did. And it's not like I don't love him anymore, really, but it's not the same, and it hasn't been for years. He's gone, and we're not.” He sniffs, wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand. He's not very good with voicing these feelings, especially when he's not had a chance to really think them through. Poor Ignis has become victim to his jumble of words, it seems.

“I just. In the end,” he says, “I accepted a long time ago that me and Noct wouldn't get a happily ever after, or whatever, and I'm okay with that.” Prompto pulls in a deep breath, before he continues. “I want him back, we all want him to come back. But y-you're not a replacement. You're you, and it's...” his cheeks begin to flush a little, and he wonders if he's saying too much. “Uh, well. It's you, I want.”

Ignis is quiet for a moment, before he reaches out, hands finding Prompto's face, before cupping his cheeks, thumbs rubbing in slow, gentle circles against his flushed skin. “Perhaps we should have spoken about this sooner,” he says, and now there's no sound of bitterness or uncertainty in Ignis' voice, a relief to Prompto. “Forgive me, love, for doubting your intentions.”

As nice as the closeness is, Prompto kind of wishes that he could hide, he feels ridiculous even for the small amount of tears; he's older now, there shouldn't be any need for them, he thinks. But Ignis doesn't seem to mind, as he simply wipes the dampness from Prompto's cheeks.

“No, I'm sorry,” Prompto insists, his fingers curled tightly into the fabric of Ignis' shirt. “I never meant to make you think I was just passing the time.”

“I'm afraid the blame for that is entirely on me.” And now it's Ignis' turn to look as if he wants to hide.

“I don't understand?”

Ignis sighs, and the vulnerability is back. It still takes Prompto by surprise, to see these sides to Ignis that he's never seen before. For years he was simply Noct's stuffy advisor, and then he became a companion and a friend, and their time together since the darkness began had shown Prompto even more sides to Ignis too, the comfort and the care that he could offer. But there's more still that he's learning about Ignis all the time, like the easy affection, and now the pet names. It makes sense, Ignis has always been professional and reserved, but there's something to seeing him in these private moments that makes Prompto's heart swell, even if this particular moment also squeezes his heart with pain.

His hands move, slide from Prompto's face, to rest lightly on his shoulders. It takes him several long moments to speak again, and when Ignis does, the words feel heavy, as if he's pulling them from within himself with a struggle, something that's difficult to admit. “I suppose,” he starts, his face tilted a little from Prompto's direction, “that I simply assumed you couldn't possibly want me, as I am, for long.”

The squeezing of Prompto's heart increases to an almost physical pain, and he feels as if he needs to gasp for air. He knows he's grown, even if it's just a little bit, when he stops, and thinks before he speaks. He doesn't want Ignis to think that what he feels is pity, because it's not, and he doesn't want to hurt Ignis any further. “If anyone gets self-esteem issues, it's me,” he finally settles on saying, tries to come from a place of understanding, although he's desperate to show Ignis how wrong he is. “You know? Going from being the fat loner kid at school, to the useless idiot in a group of highly competent men.” Ignis makes as if to interrupt, but Prompto continues, “I get it. But you're not any less you, after what happened. Or any less desirable.”

He was doing so well, but being so honest always has a tendency to make Prompto blush and feel awkward, and the same happens to him now. If he's not imagining things, there seems to be just a hint of colour also, across the top of Ignis' cheeks.

“I know you wouldn't lie to me,” Ignis says, sounding less sure than he usually does, and he doesn't finish the thought. Prompto gets the impression that Ignis remains unconvinced by what he'd said.

So instead of words, Prompto decides that maybe it's better to show Ignis. Uncurling one of his hands, he presses it to Ignis' face, and leans in close until Prompto's kissing him. There's a definite heat to the kiss, almost desperation on Prompto's part, to prove his words and feelings are true, to make Ignis feel desired. He pulls Ignis closer, trails his tongue along Ignis' lower lip, before deepening the kiss. He feels Ignis gasp, a breath of warm air, against his lips. They kiss until they're breathless, but Prompto doesn't pull back far when they pause, chests heaving as they try to catch their breath.

Ignis is still wearing his tinted glasses. Prompto reaches up, hands resting lightly on the side of Ignis' face, not wanting to do anything to make Ignis uncomfortable. “Can I?” Prompto asks. He's seen Ignis without the glasses before, but he knows that the other man is still self-conscious about his scars, and it feels more meaningful in this moment.

“I don't see why you would want to,” Ignis says, his voice a little shaky. But he gives Prompto a small nod of permission.

Prompto takes hold of the glasses, removes them gently from Ignis' face, and sets them carefully aside on the small coffee table beside them.

“You're beautiful,” he says, voice full of sincerity, as he just takes in Ignis' face. The scars aren't pleasant, and only serve to remind Prompto of the pain the injuries must have caused Ignis at the time, and long after, but they don't detract from how handsome he is, they don't stop Ignis from being Ignis.

Ignis let's out a harsh breath, and Prompto feels fingers press into his hips. “I may be unable to see, but I can certainly feel. Beautiful is not the word.”

The idea hits Prompto hard, as he imagines Ignis in the dark, fingers moving across his own face, mapping the changes, trying to visualise them.

“It is the word,” Prompto insists, before he leans in, and presses a gentle kiss, barely a touch of his lips, to Ignis' closed eye. This time, he hears Ignis pull in a breath. “Let me show you.”

Prompto takes hold of Ignis' hand, pulls him up from the couch, and carefully leads him to the bedroom.

“You know, Prompto, no one ever thought of you as useless,” Ignis says, as he follows Prompto into the room.

“That,” Prompto declares, tugging Ignis' shirt off, “is a conversation for another time.”

“I won't forget it,” Ignis all but threatens, hands going to Prompto's waist, pulling him close, as they kiss.

“I'll try and make you forget,” Prompto promises, as they part. “Bed's half a metre away,” he warns, though Ignis moves with confidence around the well known room.

“An interesting proposition.”

Fill 6/6: Prompto/Noct & Gladio/Ignis becomes Prompto/Ignis during the Long Dark

[(Anonymous)]

They fall onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and lips and hands.

Their lovemaking is different, tonight, from how it's been before. Prompto's desperate to show Ignis just what he means to him. It's slow, when Prompto's body meets with Ignis', when the breath leaves both of their bodies. Slow, and soft, and though there's no denying the passion they share, it's a steady burn. The kisses they swap are tender, the touches to each other's bodies gentle and thoughtful, as if committing everything their fingers touch to memory. They take their time, and it's a delicious build up of heat, desire uncoiling slowly low in Prompto's body. He just wants to make sure that Ignis feels loved.

Ignis' skin feels flushed beneath the press of his fingers, light noises escaping from Ignis' mouth with every steady push of Prompto's hips. The undoing of the both of them is gradual, a leisurely heat that continues to build up between them both, until neither of them can take anymore.

Prompto finds himself whispering nonsensical words of affection to Ignis, calls him beautiful, as Prompto finally comes undone with another meeting of their hips, feels himself shudder deeply against Ignis.

He feels Ignis' own undoing, right in his very hand, fingers moving over flushed skin, and the thought sends Prompto's head spinning further out of orbit than it already is.

Fingers brush softly across his face, over his flushed, sweaty skin, and Prompto leans into the hand that cups his cheek.

“So are you, love,” Ignis whispers breathlessly.

They pull each other close, arms tightly around each other's bodies, as they simply lay there and breathe, warm and comfortable in each other's presence.

That night is another shift in their relationship, into something deeper, something that is simply more.

Prompto doesn't know what the future will bring, what might happen, and how long they could end up waiting for Noctis to return and help them banish the darkness for good. But, he realises that the one thing he's always been good at is keeping on. Despite all else that's happened, and might still happen, he's always been able to push through and keep going.

So he'll do that, with Ignis, with his warmth and comfort as Prompto's source of guiding light within the darkness.


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(There we go, OP, sorry it took so long to finish, this behemoth became bigger than I expected and I messed up with my post count there! It didn't turn out quite like I intended but I hope you like it all the same? I just really love your prompt, and promnis, and I have a lot of feelings about them! I hope I did your prompt justice! Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write about them like this!)

Re: Fill 6/6: Prompto/Noct & Gladio/Ignis becomes Prompto/Ignis during the Long Dark

[(Anonymous)]

OP - Whoo! *sniffle* You had me crying at the end there, author anon. Ignis' insecurity and Prompto's response to it was so lovely and simple and not overdone at all. It was perfect.

All of it was perfect. The slow build in their relationship just felt so... cozy, idk. I pretty much accept this as the One True Headcanon of how things went down now.

Thank youuuu~ <3

Re: Fill 6/6: Prompto/Noct & Gladio/Ignis becomes Prompto/Ignis during the Long Dark

[(Anonymous)]

a!a - Oh my goodness, I'm glad you were crying and not gagging from any potential cheesiness, because I was a bit worried there! I'm so pleased you enjoyed it though, I had a lot of fun writing for them, and ugh, UGH, in my head they are so good and perfect and if I could even get a little of that across then I am satisfied! Thank you so so much for your kind words! Ahhh, you're welcome!! :D

Re: Fill 5/6: Prompto/Noct & Gladio/Ignis becomes Prompto/Ignis during the Long Dark

[(Anonymous)]

“I suppose,” he starts, his face tilted a little from Prompto's direction, “that I simply assumed you couldn't possibly want me, as I am, for long.”

This line broke my heart, anon ;_;

Re: Fill 5/6: Prompto/Noct & Gladio/Ignis becomes Prompto/Ignis during the Long Dark

[(Anonymous)]

I'm sorry, anon, there's no way to write about that Dark Time without breaking a few hearts! ;~; BUT don't worry, Prompto will be there every step of the way, making sure Ignis feels loved and adored and desired! They'll get there!