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HELL YES

Hi tentative AA, OP here!

I do want to see his self harming goes a little bit extreme (self-flagellation etc? idk) but please, do whatever that you are comfortable with. This doesn't necessarily have to be a serious fic. I'd still be super cool with that. :-)

A/N Sorry for the long wait! Thanks again for the comments on the last chapter! I hope to make up for the long delay with this section, which is long enough I had to split it up into two posts. Somehow this fic has hit 10k words and I don't know how much longer it's going to go on. There are two more sex scenes to go after this one.

Enjoy!

***

"Tell me Ignis," King Regis says, clapping a hand on Ignis's shoulder as he exits the Council meeting, "how is my son doing?"

A memory of Noctis gasping in pleasure flickers through Ignis's mind, but he quickly composes his face, trying his best not to blush. "Very well, Your Majesty. He's been diligent with his studies lately. I do still have concerns over his nutrition, but other than that, he's grown into quite a remarkable young man."

"Is that so? Well, I suppose I have you to thank for that."

"I can hardly take credit for His Highness's accomplishments, Your Majesty," Ignis demurs.

Regis laughs. "I'm sure he owes quite a lot to your excellent tutelage. Remind him next time you see him that he's having dinner with me Sunday, won't you?"

"Of course, Your Majesty." Ignis bows as Regis turns away. When he makes it to his office, he closes the door and slumps down onto his desk, resting his head in his hands. Excellent tutelage indeed. What would His Majesty say if he knew the exact sort of tutelage Ignis has been providing lately? It's probably illegal. Ignis suspects it might be, at least, though he hasn't gone through the books to see if there's a law against sexual relations with the royal family. At least Noctis is over the age of consent.

If Noctis wasn't experimenting with him, though, he would likely be experimenting somewhere else, and that's about the only comforting thought Ignis has on the matter.

***

He has a brief respite, as Noctis spends Friday evening with Prompto, and Saturday training with Gladio all day and attending a state dinner at night. Sunday is for Noctis to do homework and have dinner with his father, so Ignis has the whole weekend to prepare himself for what's going to happen come Monday.

The only problem is that he has no idea what's going to happen.

He didn't mean for their previous lesson to escalate the way it did, but when he replays it in his mind, he knows he'd make the same decisions again if given the opportunity. They're perhaps not the right decisions, but they're the only ones he can see himself making. Noctis's comment before he'd left about needing more practice makes Ignis suspect that Monday night is going to involve a sensible discussion going off the rails into another "practice" session, and as much as he'd like to think he's strong enough to keep them on track, he knows he won't be able to resist if Noctis asks him for more.

Monday afternoon, Ignis pulls out his lesson plan and looks at it, checking off the topics they've already covered. There are still a few items left, but it seems that even though Noctis has been more or less determining the direction of their discussions, they've still managed to cover quite a lot of material. He puts the paper in his satchel, gathers the ingredients for dinner into a bag, and gets in the car.

The apartment is empty when Ignis arrives, and he sets about tidying up and preparing dinner. There's a tension in the pit of his belly, and he can't quite determine whether it's excitement or nerves. Perhaps a little of both, though he tries to suppress any excitement. It's not his place to take pleasure in this the way he has been.

He almost cuts his finger when the door swings open, and that tells him more about how out of control he's letting this situation get than anything else. "Welcome home," he says, pleased that his voice is still composed and even. "How was school?"

"Fine," Noctis says, kicking off his shoes and dropping his book bag on the table. "Any big news from the Citadel today? Did the Council find funding for the library?"

Ignis raises his eyebrows. "I'm surprised you remember that."

Noctis flushes a little and looks down as he pulls his homework out of his bag. "I do pay attention sometimes, you know."

"Yes, I've noticed." Actually, Noctis has been working hard lately, and has been showing quite a bit of aptitude for the intricacies of court life, but he hadn't expected him to remember an offhand comment from days ago. "The matter is still under discussion, but it seems that there may be the opportunity to allocate some of the income from property tax to cover the shortfall."

"Glad to hear it," Noctis says, "I wouldn't want the library to have to shut down."

"Oh? I wasn't aware you'd ever been to the library."

Noctis sticks the back of his pen in his mouth and doesn't look up from his homework. "I haven't, but Prompto goes all the time. He gets all his books and movies there. What's for dinner?"

It's an obvious attempt to change the subject, but Ignis lets it go. "Shepherd's pie, and yes, there are vegetables in it, but you'll barely taste them amongst all the meat and potatoes. It'll take a while, so you've got plenty of time to finish your homework."

There's a comfortable silence as he works, only interrupted by a few instances of Noctis asking for help or what a particular word in his reading means. Once he's gotten their dinner in the oven, Ignis pulls out his own paperwork to do, taking notes on the relevant points of reports to share with Noctis later. A few times, he finds his mind and his gaze wandering, catching himself watching the way Noctis sucks on the end of his pen while he's thinking, but he quickly pulls his attention back to the task at hand. It's not like him to be so distractible. Ignis had noticed, along with the rest of Insomnia, that the Prince had grown from a beautiful child into a stunning young man, but until now he's only ever had the kind of passing sexual thoughts that anyone might have when confronted with someone physically attractive. Then again, that was back before he knew what Noctis's lips felt like on his own, or what his face looked like in the throes of pleasure.

A couple of times, he thinks he feels Noctis's eyes on himself, but when he looks up Noctis still has his face buried in his books. Perhaps there's a slight flush high up on his cheeks, or perhaps it's just the lighting.

The timer goes off, and Ignis sets aside his notes to get dinner on the table.

Dinner goes smoothly, and Noctis even eats the peas that he mixed in with the meat, though he leaves the carrots to the side of his plate. Ignis provides a summary of the goings-on at the Citadel the past few days, and Noctis discusses a new video game he and Prompto have started playing. It's refreshingly normal, and it sets him a bit more at ease.

At least, until he's cleared up dinner, and is finishing the dishes, and Noctis leans up against the other side of the counter and says, "So, what's the lesson plan for tonight?"

"I thought perhaps we might have a discussion about the special considerations you'll need to take into account given your station," Ignis says without looking at him.

"Oh," Noctis says, and he sounds almost disappointed. Ignis doesn't let it faze him. He wipes his hands on the dish towel and goes to sit on the sofa. Noctis follows, sitting a safe distance away.

"The discussion of consent is particularly sensitive for yourself," he begins, trying to organize his thoughts into a proper lecture. "You may ask someone for their consent, but they may feel that they're unable to say no because you're their prince."

Noctis frowns. "If 'no' means 'no,' but 'yes' doesn't mean 'yes,' then how am I supposed to know what actually means 'yes?'"

Ignis sighs. "Well, it ought to be irrelevant in any case, as an arranged marriage will have been agreed to in advance and there's not really any room for negotiation at that point. But I would advise you generally to pay close attention to body language. You need to look for enthusiastic consent, not reluctant consent."

"Wouldn't an arranged marriage probably be reluctant consent? I mean, it's one thing if I'm supposed to marry L--" Noctis clears his throat. ". . . if I'm supposed to marry someone I know, but what if it's a stranger? What if she doesn't want to-- to sleep with me, but we need to produce an heir?"

"I rather expect you'll need to cross that bridge when you come to it. Kings and Queens have been known to put aside spouses who cannot produce heirs. Still, I think you underestimate your charms, Noct. I think you'll find that you're quite hard to refuse."

Noctis blushes, and Ignis figures now is as good a time as any to proceed down the other path he planned for this evening. "I mentioned the other day that there are sex acts that some people find appealing which other people find disgusting. This is probably another topic you'll need to cover with any future wife, to avoid unintentionally insulting her in the bedchamber."

"Come on, Specs, I'm not gonna-- I wouldn't do anything--"

"I'm not just talking about kink, Noct, though if you think that's something you're interested in, I can get you some materials on how to make sure you're doing it safely." It's not something he's thought Noctis would be interested in, but he supposes he has no reason to believe that he knows what sort of things Noctis is interested in, beyond what he's told him so far. Although . . . "Also, if you do want to experiment, that might require some extra attention as well, particularly to maintain your privacy. It wouldn't do for the newspapers to run an article about the Prince -- or King, when you get there -- enjoying submission, or demanding submission from your spouse, who will likely be a Princess or Queen in her own right."

"Ignis," Noctis says forcefully, as if he's about to tell him off for daring to even suggest such a thing. Then he appears to think better of it, and sits back without saying anything else.

"What I was going to say," Ignis says, trying to get back to his original topic, "is that something as innocent-seeming as oral sex can be viewed by some people as degrading. I'm sure I've heard you use the phrase 'suck my dick' as an insult before, haven't I?"

Noctis makes a face. "Yeah, I guess, I never really thought about it though."

"There are different ways to receive oral sex, some of which can be seen as more degrading than others. Though of course this depends on your partner, who may enjoy one thing over another regardless."

"That's awfully vague."

Ignis sighs. "For example, it's generally polite to sit back and allow your lover to do what they will with you. It's generally less polite to . . . "

". . . fuck their face?" Noctis suggests. Ignis finds his own cheeks heating up.

"Y-- Yes, exactly."

"But in some of those videos it seemed like the guy who was-- the guy who was receiving couldn't help himself."

"I suppose it's a bit of a learned behavior to be able to be patient and not rush things along with your partner."

Noctis's eyes glint dangerously, and Ignis suddenly feels like a deer caught in the headlights. "If it's a learned behavior, maybe it's something else I should be practicing."

Ignis finds himself licking his lips. This is where he should cut things off. This is where he should say that's enough for tonight, or where he should make a joke out of it, or where he should-- do anything, really, other than getting on his knees and sucking off his prince.

"I would never presume," he says, "to take such liberties on your person."

"Iggy," Noctis says kindly, "you take liberties with me all the time. But if you really don't want to, that's-- fine, you don't have to do anything, you don't have to do any of this. Especially not just because I'm the Prince, or because you think it's your job. If you want to teach me, then I want to learn, but I'm not-- you aren't--"

"Yes," Ignis says. "I appreciate your honesty and that you're taking this lesson to heart." Noctis just looks at him, still waiting for an answer. "Setting aside duty," he says slowly, "I want to help you learn because I'm your friend."

"Is that a yes that means yes?" Noctis asks a little shyly.

"It is," Ignis replies, even though he shouldn't. He leans forward and kisses Noctis lightly on the lips, then slides down to kneel on the floor.

"Wow," Noctis says, looking down at him, then averts his gaze. "I mean, uh, do you usually get right into it like that?"

"Not generally," Ignis says. "Never underestimate the value of foreplay. But for educational purposes--"

"Yeah, of course, I get it."

He sets his hands on Noctis's thighs, rubbing them gently as he gradually works his hands closer to the fly of Noctis's slacks. "Remember, if you want me to stop, tell me." The school uniform doesn't have a belt, so it's easy enough to undo the button and zipper. He's a little surprised to find that Noctis is already hard, but then again, he is still in the midst of a surge of teenage hormones. "Take these off for me?" he asks, and Noctis lifts his hips and pushes his slacks and underwear down to his knees.

Ignis removes his glasses and puts them down on the coffee table, then wraps a hand around Noctis's erection. It jerks in his hand, and he looks up to see Noctis biting his lip as he watches him. Ignis has a fleeting thought that it's times like these he wishes he wore contact lenses, so he could see every detail of Noct's face, rather than having a slight blur around the edges. He can see every detail of the cock in his hand, though, and it's a little different having his face right up next to it than it was the other night. "Are you ready?" he asks, and Noctis nods, then says, "Yeah, yeah, go ahead," when he realizes Ignis is waiting for a verbal affirmation. Ignis leans in and licks a long stripe up the underside of Noctis's cock, and Noctis gasps in a sharp breath, his fingers clenching the edge of the sofa cushion. Ignis does it again, acclimating himself to the taste and texture.

"Try not to thrust into my mouth," Ignis instructs as he licks his lips, then takes Noctis into his mouth. Noctis moans, his head tilting back against the sofa, but he manages to keep his hips still as Ignis sinks down as far as he's able. It's been a while since the last time he gave a blowjob, but it's something he's prided himself on being good at. He supposes he could teach Noctis how to give a blowjob as well as receive one, but that seems rather irrelevant if he's trying to prepare him for a political marriage.

It goes pretty smoothly, for a while. Ignis gets a good rhythm going, and Noctis, though breathing heavily, seems to be holding it together fairly well. That is, until Ignis tries swirling his tongue around the head and Noctis reacts by grabbing his hair and shoving his cock in as far as it will go, leaving Ignis pulling off and coughing.

"Oh shit," Noctis says, "I'm sorry, are you okay?"

He clears his throat. "I'm fine, that's quite alright. You realize of course that that's what I was trying to advise you to avoid."

"Yeah, I didn't mean to, it just . . . happened. Sorry." Noctis looks a little ashamed, spots of color high on his cheeks, but his cock is still rock hard and dripping with both precum and saliva, and Ignis finds his mouth watering as he regards it.

"Shall we try again?"

"If-- if that's okay."

"Warn me when you're getting close," Ignis says as he grabs the base of Noctis's cock and prepares to take it into his mouth again. "You want your partner to be properly prepared, so they can choose to pull off or swallow according to their desire." He doesn't give Noctis a chance to reply before he takes him down again, rewarded with a low moan but luckily no more jerking hips. Even when he tries using his tongue again, Noctis manages to keep still, though the soft sounds he's making start to escalate. His hand comes to Ignis's head again, but instead of grabbing his hair, he instead cups Ignis's cheek, thumb brushing across the edge of his lips. Something about that gentle touch makes Ignis's own cock ache, but he ignores it to focus on bringing Noctis pleasure.

And he does bring him pleasure. At least, his cock is swelling impossibly harder in Ignis's mouth, and his thighs are trembling by the time Noctis gasps out, "I'm-- I'm gonna--" and then he's coming, and Ignis sucks him dry and swallows it down, his own cock throbbing with every moan.

He clears his throat, a little raw with the bitter taste still on the back of his tongue, and says in a voice that's probably a bit too scratchy, "You did well."

"Gods, Ignis," Noctis says as he catches his breath. "That was . . . "

"Good, I hope," Ignis replies, caving to the temptation to reach a hand down between his legs and give himself a couple of strokes, to ease the ache just a little.

Noctis laughs. "Yeah, that's an understatement." He glances down as Ignis pulls his hand away from himself, then asks, "Um, do you want me to--"

Something tightens in his stomach, and Ignis hastily says, "No, that's not necessary."

"But if you want--"

"No," he says again, and Noctis frowns but doesn't push, thank the gods for that. He couldn't possibly keep up the pretense of this being educational if Noctis were to-- if he were to--

Ignis swallows and backs away from the couch. "I ought to be going. There's an early council meeting, and I have some reports to prepare in advance."

"Oh, okay," Noctis says as he pulls his pants back up. He's still frowning a little, but Ignis is too worked up to be able to stay and make small talk after that.

"Goodnight, Highness," he says as he gather his things and makes his way to the door.

"Night, Iggy," Noctis replies, but Ignis is already closing the door behind him, leaning back against it to take a couple of deep, centering breaths. He stands up straight, squares his shoulders, and heads for his car.

If he jerks off in the empty parking lot again, well, there's nobody who'll know except him.

I love how eager Ignis is, but pretending not to be XD

Tentative AA popping in t say thanks for letting me know OP. I am actually highly comfortable with the extreme, but wanted to make sure you were okay with it going that far before I started. :)

</3 those two, man. Thank you!

Ahh thank you so much! So much love to you, too <3

a!a

Well, seeing as how sun god and sunshine boy are getting along quite well without any of the (clearly faulty, if Loqi is anything to go by) methods the empire has been using, they'll certainly be verrrry curious about their bond. So yeah, Prompto's going to have to be careful!

It was drizzling – the kind of rain that was more mist and wind than anything else. Ignis ducked his head and stuck his left hand in his trouser pocket, regretting not having brought his jacket. He hadn't had the chance to wash his hands after preparing the vegetables; his fingers on the cane were greasy, but he didn't have anything to clean them on, save his shirt sleeves, or trousers.

There wasn't anywhere in particular to go, so he picked a direction at random and concentrated on trying not to bump into anyone or anything. If he'd had a car he'd have retreated there, as he had done countless times in Insomnia. He did not have a car. He didn't have Noct and Noct's flat to retreat to, either. He ended up on the road leading west out of Lestallum, then walked along the perimeter fence until he reckoned he was out of sight from the road. Climbing up the rocks proved something of a challenge, given his lack of ability to pick an easy route up, and the back of his neck prickled with the expectation that any moment someone would shout out at him to get down, ask what did he think he was doing. No one shouted; perhaps he was alone. He sat down where the rocks levelled off a bit, below one of the powerful anti-daemon lamps that circled the city. The rain made a gentle noise as it hit the ground. He was muddy, damp down to the skin, his hair plastered to his forehead. Now he wasn't moving there wasn't anything to distract him from why he'd walked out in the first place.

'Wow, Iggy. You actually think, between the two of us, I'm the one who needs looking after?'

Everything Prompto had said, he thought as he rested his head against the cold metal of the lamp-post, was true. He'd been getting it wrong this entire time.

He was the one who'd been raped, not Prompto. He wasn't the one looking after Prompto, because Prompto was here to look after him.

Was it the humiliation that was biting into him, hard enough to really hurt? Or was the pain from something else?

Why hadn't he seen it? Laughter bubbled in his chest but came out as a grimace. He hadn't seen it – yes, a good pun. A joke. One giant, walking, talking joke. Cripplingly embarrassing. And there – another one. He didn't know why anyone, least of all Prompto, put up with him.

Lestallum was perpetually hot. If he'd been sitting out in Insomnia all night, in the rain at this time of year, he'd have been courting hypothermia. As it was it was only mildly uncomfortable. The ground was rocky, but a muddy kind of rocky; he pulled up stones with his hands, digging his fingertips into the cracks until they gave. He didn't know what to do. He was being disgustingly melodramatic and childish, sitting out here in the rain, playing in the dirt. He could be dealing with this like an adult, yet here he was. And he still hadn't given Prompto that apology.

He'd been pretending he was still useful; that in serving Lestallum he was serving Lucis and therefore serving Noct. He could see it now, could feel the definition of each sharp edge – how hard he'd been clinging to that fantasy.

'Noct,' he said. The rain hushed him. 'What am I doing?'

If he were someone else, he would tell himself that he needed to drop the fantasy and start over. Blindness was not the end of the world; plenty of people were blind and enjoyed life and accomplished much. The loss of the sun was not the end of the world; humanity was, still, clinging on. People lost loved ones. People lost their jobs and homes. It was not the end of the world. These were not good enough reasons to fall apart, he would tell himself. He needed to get a grip and start over.

Starting over felt like an astral looming over him. If he moved even an inch it would notice him, then, with the pads of its fingertips, crush him against the ground.

He wasn't strong enough. His own pulse in his chest and stomach made him feel queazy. The lamp post felt sickly hot against his forehead where he'd leant against it and warmed it, but the metal where he shifted to was achingly cold, and the new position squashed his visor into the bridge of his nose.

He wasn't strong enough. He couldn't do it. Prompto was here to protect and look after him, after all.

He felt like something very small, pinned to a card and dissected, inspected then tossed away. He felt cold, even though it wasn't ever very cold in Lestallum. He felt tired. Exhausted.

Maybe he could leave to find Gladio, and Gladio would tell him to stop being pathetic.

Prompto was far too kind. He should have left Ignis to his failure, and stopped letting him drag him down.

Noct – if Noct were here, Ignis probably wouldn't be so useless in the first place.

He didn't have his phone with him, and no other way of telling the time. Ignis shifted slightly, moving away from where a stone was digging into his shin. He ought to go back and find Prompto. Prompto would be worrying; after all, Prompto was here to look after him. And here he was making it hard for him, like Noct had made it hard for Ignis. The only difference was that Noct had been worth it, no matter how hard it had got.

After a while, he fell asleep.

He woke up a few times, but unwilling to move much out of his position or self-pity, he stayed still and each time nodded back off to an uncomfortable sleep.

When he woke properly he arched his back in a stretch and realised abruptly why sleeping outside in the rain, sitting up, on rocky ground, was a bad idea. His legs were numb; his clothes down to his underwear were soaked through, though it had stopped raining at some point. He didn't know what the time was, but it felt like he'd been sleeping for several hours at least.

And, of course, none of his problems were solved. On the other hand, new problems had been created.

Useless. Utterly useless.

Now he had to return, shamefaced, like a child who'd wanted attention so much they'd pretended to run away from home.

It was infinitely easier to carry on sitting there, so he did. He wondered what the time was, and where Prompto was, and what he was doing. Whether Gladio was safe. Had Prompto taken the vegetables out of the oven, or had he left them to burn to a crisp? Or had he finally had enough, packed his bags, and left?

When, some indeterminable amount of time later, he heard his name being called – not just his name but his name in Prompto's voice – it took a moment to realise he wasn't imagining it. He sat up a little straighter. That was definitely Prompto.

For a split second he considered staying very still and hoping Prompto didn't find him. Then he dropped the idea.

He'd had pride, and confidence in his own abilities, and look where they had got him; he scrunched them up like waste paper and threw them away.

'Prompto,' he called back, his voice scratchy. 'Prompto.' He would have got up, but his legs wouldn't seem to move. As the words left him he realised he felt oddly, pleasantly empty, cold and washed out, like clean dishes left to dry on the rack. Clean, but fragile – all it would take would be to drop him, and he'd shatter.

'Oh, shit,' was the first thing Prompto said. He stumbled as he scrambled up the rocks towards Ignis, the sound of stones rattling and crunching underfoot coming with him.

Ignis stayed still as Prompto grasped at his shoulders and arms and the back of his head, running his hands across him as if he were the blind one. His skin was uncomfortably hot. 'Ignis, Iggy, I'm sorry, but please never do that again – oh, fuck, I thought you'd just walked off and got yourself–'

'Prompto,' Ignis said, and found and grasped his hands, holding them still. 'I'm fine.'

'Yeah. Okay. Yeah. But still, don't do that again. I swear I had, like, five heart attacks this morning. I'm way too young to die from a heart attack.'

He was joking, but his voice still trembled. 'I'm sorry,' Ignis said. 'I won't do it again.'

'Right. Okay. Are you okay? I know you just said you were, but...' Prompto said, and swallowed the rest of his sentence. 'Come on, we should get back. You're... gonna catch a cold or something in those wet clothes.'

There was a pause before Prompto stood. He tugged at Ignis' arm to no effect; Ignis' legs still didn't want to respond. 'Ignis? If you want I'll go hang out somewhere else. Holly will probably let me crash at her's. But you probably shouldn't sit here too long. You're all wet, and... I'm sorry for not finding you sooner. I should have said that before, right? I thought – I went to bed after you left, can you believe it? I thought you needed to blow off some steam and you'd be in your office or something. I actually thought you'd be back by the time I woke up. I just went to bed and then you weren't there in the morning, or at your office, and no one had seen you...'

He'd given up trying to pull Ignis up. One of his hands disappeared from Ignis' arm but the other still clutched at it. He sniffed, wetly, then blew out a shaky laugh. 'I'm sorry. Shit. I really am sorry. And you don't have to come back now if you don't want to. I just thought – I dunno, I wasn't thinking. And I still don't even know what the problem is. I'm that shit a boyfriend, huh.'

'Don't be sorry.' Ignis pulled his arm back down; Prompto followed, settling next to Ignis. Their hands met, and they linked fingers. Ignis forced himself not to think of the mud that was getting on Prompto's trousers. 'And you're a wonderful boyfriend. You shouldn't have to cater to this, even if you'd been able to predict it.'

'Jeez, way to make it sound like you snapped and went on a murder spree or something.'

'I walked out of an argument to sulk all night in the rain and mud. It's behaviour hardly becoming of a teenager, let alone someone who was meant to advise the Crown Prince then King of Lucis.'

'Ignis. I mean, look. Seriously, hear me out. Apart from this, you're always so strong and sensible. You just do what you need to without freaking out about it, even if it's hard. I'd never be able to do, like, ninety per cent of the stuff you can, just because I'm no way that cool. And you've been like that ever since I met you. All this time, you always... get stuff done, quietly, no fuss. You deserve a freak out. And you've just been saving them up all these years for a really big one.'

'A freak out.' Ignis' lips quirked, tiredly. 'That's one way to put it.'

'Trust me, I'm an expert. I could probably write a thesis about 'em, I'm that much of an expert. So listen to me when I say you just gotta ride it out, and then when you're not freaking out any more you can look back and see how stupid you were.'

'Prompto, I don't think–'

'Nope. Listen to the expert.'

Something groaned a little way away, low and rumbling and definitely not human. On the other side of the fence, Ignis calculated. Out of the beam of the lamp. Prompto shifted, tensing then relaxing.

'I don't think you're that flappable,' Ignis said.

'Ha. Well, maybe not. But compared to you guys I'm freaky extraordinaire.'

'What is it?'

'Huh?'

'The daemon.'

'Oh, I dunno. It's below us, I can't see over the rocks.'

Ignis didn't reply, but shifted to accommodate Prompto, who'd moved over to lean against Ignis' side. The press of his body was warm through their wet clothes.

'I really don't think you're any more prone to freaking out than any of the rest of us. You were a civilian only a bare few years ago, whilst we were raised for it from the start. You've coped with everything that's happened remarkably well. Better than, even.'

'Ignis. Ignis, no. C'mon, I'm meant to be making you feel better, not the other way round.'

'I'm not sure what I've done to deserve it,' Ignis said, a gentle murmur. 'And no, that wasn't fishing for compliments, so please don't say anything.'

'But you know I'm think it. Even if I'm not gonna say it.'

'For all that I disagree with you, yes. Fine.'

'Good. Just checking.'

The daemon groaned again, further away this time. There was the sharp sound of wind on rock and not much else. The silence from Lestallum was eerie. The largest city in possibly all of Eos, yet all it took was to walk a few hundred metres and it was as if didn't exist at all.

'I hate it,' Ignis said. Prompto's hand, still in his, twitched. 'This life. All of it. It makes me... I really can't stand how much I hate it, sometimes.'

'I – yeah.' It was more of a noise confirming he'd heard than anything else. Prompto let his hand slip from Ignis'.

'I think we should...' Ignis said, trailing off as he shifted to one side. His legs had stiffened almost to the point of non-functional. Standing now would not be pleasant – not that he deserved any less.

The warmth of Prompto's body disappeared. 'You want us to take a break?'

'What?' Ignis said, alarmed, turning his head to face Prompto. 'No! Unless you want to? I was going to say we should get back home.'

'Oh.' Prompto sucked in a hard breath, then let it out quickly. 'Oh. Ha. Wow, okay. Never mind, ignore me, let's change the topic. And for future reference, no, I really don't.'

Ignis forced himself to smile in recognition. The alarm still hadn't quite faded, his shoulders and neck still tensed. Had he really let it get to such a state that Prompto would immediately think he didn't want their relationship any more? Despicable. He searched for a safe topic and came up empty-handed. 'Did Ardyn ever touch you?' The words slipped out before he could stop them.

'What? You mean – you're talking about, you know, sexually, right?' Prompto let out a quick breath, half an exhale, half a nervous laugh. 'Yep, that's changing the topic all right. And no. He didn't. He was a creep, sure, but not in that way.'

'Ah,' Ignis said. 'That's good.'

'Is that – he didn't with you, right?'

Ignis shook his head. 'No.'

'And... no one else did?'

'No,' Ignis said, with a sigh.

Prompto didn't reply, though he paused as if he were going to. Instead he leant down and rested his head on Ignis' shoulder, pressing the bridge of his nose to Ignis' collarbone. Ignis put a hand on his back, absently rubbing small circles there. A drop of rain landed on his hand, then another on one cheek.

'I'm sorry; I should clarify – everything but you, and Gladio when he deigns to show up,' he said. 'I hate everything but you.

'We should go home.'

Prompto nodded silently from where he was, still pressed up against Ignis' shoulder.

A!Anon here! Just letting you know, I'm planning on filling this for Day 4 of Prompto Week, which will be the 23rd? I think???? I'll post the A03 link here, tho, so keep an eye out!

Thanks for the wonderful prompt! <3

Based on the prompt above (which I love btw and do want to see filled) but instead of Noct being the only inexperienced one, the bros find out that, much to their surprise, he knows exactly what he's doing. Waaay more so than they thought he would.

‘You have incurred the wrath of King Tritonoct. Now you must fear the sea’s revenge!’ OMG that's hilarious! I can honestly see Noct trying to convince Ignis to convert the Regalia to some kind of mobile aquarium. And when they take back Insomnia they can just flood the entire citadel! Long live Fish King Noctis! 8D

Baby ignoct tell everyone they're married now and Regis is like aw sure kids. Even though they argue that it was in front of crystal so it's true but everyone brushes it off.

Except when noctis refuses the marriage to Luna cause you know his kinda been taken for years. And that's when everyone learns that they basically eloped at age 5/7 and the astrals were their witnesses.

Oh maaaan, That metaphor about being like a plate, clean and terribly breakable, just hit like a punch. I can't tell if Ignis has hit rock bottom or if he's still quietly plumneting - I think this is the first chapter without Radix's voice intruding, and is that a comfort? or is it because his poisonous work is done? Ignis' admission He was the one who'd been raped, not Prompto. He wasn't the one looking after Prompto, because Prompto was here to look after him. is stark and simple and horrible. I really liked that Prompto was perceptive enough to ask if Ignis had been raped, but don't know if he believes his "no" (or whether it's okay if he does). Ignis admitting how much he hates his life just made me want to wrap him up in blankets and give him tea and happiness, IDK!

tl;dr still enjoying the hell out of this!

A couple of years after the brotherhood episode, Prompto's parents move to Tenebrae for work-related reasons and Prompto has to follow. He doesn't expect it to be actually delivered to the Oracle, but he sends a letter to Luna apologising that he won't be able to stay by Noct's side as she asked of him.

Soon after his family has settled into their new place, he finds ~~Tiny~~ Pryna waiting outside the door.

I really love FFXV and all the characters but sometimes my heart just breaks for Ignis.

His life is literally dedicated to catering to and pleasing Noctis. Despite the fact that he's exceptionally gifted and holding down several other roles, he ends up behaving (and being treated) like Noctis's servant while the others are his buddies.

Even in the brotherhood episodes we get, the other three get stories about their history and motivations, while Ignis's story is more about Noctis's emotional growth. And the image of him sitting alone sewing Noctis's clothes kind of kills me.

I just want someone realising that maybe having an 18 year old acting as parent to a 16 year old isn't a particularly fair task; Ignis is still a kid himself and Noctis's happiness is coming at the expense of his.

tl;dr: Basically I just want to see Ignis being taken care of for once.

yessssss love Ignis just getting on his knees like that for Noctis, so HOT. Love awkward eager Noct too haha. They are so cute together...

So cute!

+💯

so here for it. who do you think noct got his experience from though? he must have been sneaking around for the guys not to know!

You mean like keeping his previous partners secret? Yeah, I was thinking along those lines. Like, he didn't date because it could have ruined the privacy of whoever he would have been in a relationship with, but he did hook up with people on the sly before he started dating the bros.

"My dad had a group of incredibly attractive, incredibly fit guys and girls with the power of the crystal, great imaginations and a lot of energy to work off, who were totally on board with 'extra training' after hours. I was supposed to turn that down?" Noct deadpanned at the others' dumbstruck expressions.

"The whole Glaive?" said Ignis, sounding rather faint.

"Not all at once." He paused. "Well, not usually. Anything more than five pretty much just gets too complicated to be worth it."

Prompto flopped backwards onto the pillows with an incredulous groan. Noct caught Gladio's eye and bit back a laugh at his expression, torn between protective Shield instinct and a kind of awe.

He grinned. "You guys haven't seen anything yet. Wait until we hit a campsite with some elemental deposits. There's a couple of tricks you won't believe..."

lol I was also thinking it would be the glaive! hilarious!

Ay yo, potential A!Anon here.

I was wondering if you would be okay with some mindbreak?

So, Prompto grows up most of the time being happy cause he doesn't know anything else. Then, Noctis introduces Prompto to "real world". The scientists quickly get Prompto back and stuff, but Prompto just wants to go back outside and the scientists won't let him. He slowly stops becoming responsive, slipping into a dream world where he's happy w/Noctis.

Noctis eventually finds him again and does his best to nurse him back to health. Like, I'm going mega-angst levels here, but there will be a happy ending, I promise!

YESSS

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Prompt Post Round Five

Re: Noctis- sleezy paparazzi

Re: Gladio/Noct - Self punishment

FILL (6A/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink

FILL (6B/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink

Re: FILL (6B/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink

Re: Gladio/Noct - Self punishment

Re: FILL: Gen or Ignis/Prompto, Ignis worries about Prompto [4b/?]

Re: FILL: Gen or Ignis/Prompto, Ignis worries about Prompto [4b/?]

Re: (Fill 9/? Dawn Child) Re: Sun Summon Prompto

FILL: Gen or Ignis/Prompto, Ignis worries about Prompto [5/?]

Re: Any/Prompto, OT4, or gen; Prompto ends up in an AU

OT4, Noctis is way more experienced than expected

Re: Fill 3/?: Noctis/Any, Noctis gets turned into a merman

Ignis/noctis married as kids

Re: FILL: Gen or Ignis/Prompto, Ignis worries about Prompto [5/?]

Luna/Prompto or Noctis/Luna/Prompto, Prompto moves to Tenebrae

Gen or shippy: Someone realises how hard Ignis has it

Re: FILL (6B/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink

Re: Ignis/noctis married as kids

Re: OT4, Noctis is way more experienced than expected

Re: OT4, Noctis is way more experienced than expected

minifill?? where did this come from - OT4, Noctis is way more experienced than expected

Re: minifill?? where did this come from - OT4, Noctis is way more experienced than expected

Re: Any pairing or gen, Prompto grows up as a Lucian lab rat

Re: Luna/Prompto or Noctis/Luna/Prompto, Prompto moves to Tenebrae