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Sorry, just saw the second comment. I am fine with them being younger and for women to be involved.

Thanks so much nonnie!

Ignis telling terrible puns at the worst possible times.

-while cooking
-when he's driving and his froends are trapped in the car with him
-during important political meetings
-during combat (making his allies and opponents both faceplam. Yes even if they're daemons and they don't have a face to palm.)
-during sex
-to Ardyn's face
-Iggy letting long string of puns and just when you think it's over...he's tells another one.
-telling a long rambling tale that is really just an excuse for the terrible pun at the end.

TLDR; Bad puns. Gimme.

Things get rough in the middle, but it ends well.

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“Basil!”

Ignis trotted down the long tables in the dining hall, a hand pressed to his glasses to keep them from slipping down his nose, a stack of books under one arm. After two weeks at the Citadel, he’d learned to pass the Tenebraean table without a second thought, letting the sideways gazes of his countrymen slide off him as he made a beeline for the table reserved for the king’s personal attendants. There, he was met with wry, amused smiles and the occasional attempt to scruff his hair, and Basil Scientia with two trays and an empty seat at his side.

“Good afternoon, Ignis,” Basil said, and Ignis clambered into his seat. Basil had his curls slicked back today, thick with gel and puffy at the front, and his uniform had brilliant gold lining at his jacket and cuffs. “What’s the headline news?”

Ignis grinned. Basil started inviting him to sit with him at dinner last week, and every day, he started things off by asking for a headline. Ignis adjusted his glasses and set his books down beside him.

“Breaking,” he said. An attendant on the other side of the table smiled into her cup. “Prince Noctis Warps Into A Fountain. Brave Rescuer Gets Pushed In By Amicitia. More News At Eleven.”

Basil brushed aside Ignis’ bangs, which were still damp. “That must have been exciting.”

“Oh, yes,” Ignis said. “I made sure to pull Gladio in with me, though.”

“Well, it’s only fair.”

Like always, it took them twice as long to finish dinner than any of the other attendants at the table. Basil had to hear about Ignis’ day, first, starting with what book he was reading (a new mystery about a girl detective), what he’d learned at lessons (the three times tables) and what he and Noctis and Gladio got up to (the fountain). Then Ignis had to know about Basil’s day, so he leaned into Basil’s side and picked at his dessert while Basil told him about the funny things the king said, how Mr. Clarus Amicitia almost dropped a sword on his foot, and how his chess partner was out with the flu.

“And chess by yourself is never quite as fun,” Basil said. “I know all my opponent’s moves.”

“I can play with you,” Ignis said. He’d seen chess played in Tenebrae on a festival day, with people standing on big squares in the grass while two others directed them from atop a rickety step-ladder.

“It might be boring,” Basil warned him, but Ignis didn’t mind. Nothing in Lucis was ever boring. Ignis jumped up and helped carry their trays to the cleaning station, then took Basil’s hand so they could climb up the stairs together.

Basil’s apartment was roomy and dark, full of paintings of Tenebraean meadow flowers and lined with discs Basil said were records. He played one for Ignis, which had a bouncy sort of rhythm to it, and Ignis swung his feet at the small kitchen table while Basil set up the chess board. He also set up tea and genuine Tenebraean tea biscuits, even though they’d just eaten, and gave Ignis a generous helping of jam to dip them in.

Chess was harder when Ignis had to play in person, but Basil was a patient teacher. He described the pieces as though they were fantastical troops on a battlefield, and Ignis focused hard, trying to pretend that the board was a field of grass and that his knight was a real one, with blond hair like Luna’s and a silver sword.

Ignis lost the first game, but he had a better idea of how things worked the second time around. The third time, Ignis could barely keep his eyes open, and jerked awake once to find Basil lifting him out of his chair.

“Off to bed with you, tactician,” Basil said.

“S’posed to go to Ravus,” Ignis mumbled, and Basil shook his head.

“I’ll make my apologies,” he said. He carried Ignis in both arms, and Ignis twisted towards him to press his cheek to his shoulder. He smelled like the tea biscuits and detergent, and Ignis could feel his heartbeat thumping steady through his suit. Basil walked them both down the stairs to the residential wing, where he pushed Ignis’ bedroom door open with his shoulder and carried him inside. Ignis reached for him when Basil set him down, and Basil knelt, drawing the covers up.

“Do you need a light on?” he asked.

“Don’t go,” Ignis whispered. His eyes were open just enough to see Basil hesitate, a hand on Ignis’ shoulder. Then he sighed, twisting around so that his back was to the bed.

“Alright,” he said. “I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”

Ignis rolled over, curling up in the blankets.

“Ignis?”

“Mm.”

Basil’s hand was warm against his cheek, smoothing out his hair. “Do you like Lucis, so far?”

“Oh, yes,” Ignis said. The world was going dark, heavy with the sound of the radiator humming along.

“Would you like to stay?”

But Ignis was already gone, drifting too far to understand, and Basil’s hand was warm in his hair, ushering him into quiet dreams.

-

Afternoon chess games became a new ritual, but they didn’t happen every night. Some nights, Ignis had to run for Ravus’ rooms, where he spent the next few hours fetching water, cleaning his training gear, or simply standing still and letting Ravus complain about how Ignis was the orchestrator of all his misfortune. Prince Noctis wouldn’t even speak to Ravus, everyone walked on eggshells around him, no one said what they meant, and yet they treated Ignis like, like…

“Like a darling,” Ravus said one night, throwing his hands in the air. “I can’t be near that brat of a prince for longer than half a minute without hearing about Ignis, Ignis, Ignis.”

“He isn’t a brat,” Ignis said. Ravus raised an eyebrow. “He’s nice. You shouldn’t say that.”

“He’s a brat if I say he is,” Ravus said. “Who’s your prince? Are you a son of Tenebrae or aren’t you?”

“I’m the son of a common soldier,” Ignis said, and Ravus’ face darkened. “You told me to remember. And Noctis… I wish he were my prince. He’s a better prince than you are, and he’s half your age.”

That, he realized later, was probably not the best thing to say. There was no way to hide the bruise on his jaw from Ravus’ glancing blow, which missed his cheek just enough to rattle his teeth. Ignis called in sick that morning, and the captain of the Tenebraean entourage had to come to his door after roll call.

“I fell,” Ignis said, when the captain lifted his chin to examine the bruise. The captain generally avoided Ignis, like most did, but his brows were knit tight as he tilted Ignis’ face back and forth.

“Did you,” he said. “And where did you fall?” When Ignis didn’t answer, he let go. “Boy. Where did you fall?”

“Prince Ravus’ rooms,” Ignis whispered. The captain looked, if anything, more grim than before.

“You can stay in today,” he said. “Excuse me.”

When he left, Ignis sat against the wall, flipping through the latest book that Mrs. Amicitia had recommended to him. He was only two pages in when there was a knock on the door. It opened before he could say anything, and Basil marched in, his usually calm, smiling face a stormcloud of fury.

“Where did he strike you?” he asked. Ignis dropped the book, and Basil gathered him into his arms. Bewildered, Ignis hugged him back. Basil’s heart was beating terribly fast, and when he saw the bruise, he let out a sharp hiss of breath.

“That entitled, self-serving, unfeeling son of a—“

“Basil, that’s enough.” A young woman stood at the doorway, her grey-brown hair tied up in a bun. She smiled at Ignis from over Basil’s shoulder. “Ignis, honey, we’ll need to ask you a few questions.”

None of the questions made sense, really. He tried to explain that Ravus hadn’t meant it, and besides, Ignis probably deserved it this time. Then he had to explain what this time meant, which led to him having to explain the kind of tasks Ravus assigned to Ignis after dinner, which led to Basil having to step outside for a minute while the woman called Ignis very brave and asked him if he wanted to talk to someone.

“But we’re talking already,” Ignis said.

Basil came back in with red-rimmed eyes and a quavering voice, and asked Ignis if he would like to stay with him “until this blows over.” Ignis wasn’t sure what was blowing over, or why everyone was so upset now when no one ever seemed to care before, but he agreed anyways, and helped Basil pack up his bag. The woman with the bun made a note of that, too, frowning at the size of Ignis’ travel bag, but thankfully didn’t ask any more questions.

Gladio filled Ignis in the next day, as Lily cooed over Ignis’ face and hugged him for a good three minutes. Prince Ravus was in disgrace, confined to his rooms while King Regis sent the king and queen of Tenebrae a message. The whole delegation was in chaos, and the captain was up in front of Cor Leonis all morning, having a furious shouting match.

“You weren’t supposed to be listening in,” Lily said, letting Ignis go at last.

“If I’m gonna be Shield after Dad, I gotta know what’s going on,” Gladio said. “Just wait until that Ravus kid is allowed out. I’m gonna kick his ass so hard he won’t be able to—“

“No,” Lily said. “You won’t.”

Gladio deflated. “He’ll know I want to, anyways.”

Noct, thankfully, was the only one who didn’t say anything about it. He just scooted his chair next to Ignis’ and handed him a juice box.

“It’s grape,” he said, “but it’s magic, too, so it’ll make you feel better.”

Ignis took a sip. There was an odd, tingling feeling in his cheek, and he raised his hand to tenderly press down on the bruise. It barely hurt at all, and when he ran to the mirror at the end of the schoolroom, his bruise was fading from purple to a grayish yellow.

“Told you,” Noct said. “Magic.”

When the lesson was done, Noct waved Gladio off, then took Ignis’ hand and towed him towards an elevator. “I got a surprise for you,” he said. They stepped inside the elevator, and Noct pressed the button all the way at the top, on the highest floor of the Citadel. When Ignis gave him a curious look, Noct just bounced on his heels.

“You’re gonna like it,” he said. “I promise.”

They read to each other from Ignis’ new book on the way up, Noct stumbling through some of the harder words while Ignis kept forgetting to do the voices, and they were so caught up in it that the elevator doors started to close before they saw they were on the top floor. Noct yelped and dragged Ignis through, leading them into a small hallway with a set of double doors at the end.

“Plan,” Ignis read, squinting at the label on the door. “Planet. Planetar.”

“It’s a planetarium!” Noct cried. “The smog’s too thick to go out and look right now, so Dad made this. Or he made other people make it. But he wanted them to. Come on!” He pushed open the doors, and Ignis gaped.

They were in a huge, circular room lined with big squashy chairs, with a giant blue dome overhead. The dome looked like a night sky, with little twinkling stars in the distance, and Ignis kept tripping over his feet as Noctis led him to a pair of chairs with a heavy quilt draped over it. There were snacks, too, and a crate of milk chocolate cartons, and Ignis had to climb over all of it to sit in his chair.

Noctis snuggled up to him, pulling the quilt over them both. “Do you like it?” he asked.

“It’s… I didn’t know people did this,” Ignis said. Who thought to put stars indoors?

“Wait,” Noct said. After a minute of wide-eyed staring, Ignis gasped as white lines began to travel from star to star, making out shapes against the dome.

“Long ago,” said a woman’s voice, booming over the speakers throughout the empty dome, “ancient explorers used the stars to navigate the globe. Today, we will use the stars to navigate the cosmos.”

Ignis took Noct’s hand as the stars gave way to a spiraling blue and purple galaxy.

“You’re the best friend anyone could ever have in the whole world,” Ignis whispered. Noct lay his head on his shoulder and smirked.

“Yeah,” he said, as the narrator took them through the heart of a nebula. “I’m good like that.”

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Buckle up! >:3

I've got you, OP. Gimme a day.

I am very fond of Promptis too, so I definitely don’t mind! Regarding tropes to avoid, I can’t really think of anything applicable? I’m pretty easygoing, tbh. Thank you for potentially filling!

OOH DAMN nonny, it's time to bring out the popcorn! This is goooood!

I wonder how diplomatic Regis will be when he contacts Tenebrae?

My gosh that planetarium visit was so precious. Noct is such a darling, I could melt. And sweet Ignis is still so pure. Bless him for not even understanding what the big deal is. Aww!

You are beyond amazing. Thank you.

Noctis is attracted to Ignis and Nyx. He can't decide between the two so why not both?

+Ignis and Nyx consent to sharing Noctis.
+Friendly rivalry between Ignis and Nyx over who can satisfy Noct the best.
+Spit-roasting

And so Ignis' job as Official Best Friend™ begins! (hopefully. I can't imagine the King of Tenebrae wanting Ignis back - maaaaybe the Queen; I get the impression she'd be inclined to actually be a mother to Ignis if it weren't for her husband's attitude towards her and Ignis, which Ravus now seems to be mimicking - but he might anyway out of spite and to save face)

It's also amazing to be that no one (aside from Luna) has shown even an ounce of kindness to Ignis before now. Like, the staff are all in on it. You'd think at least one of them would have the opinion of 'hey, I have or know children the same age, this is rotten. Here, let me be kind to you while no one's looking.' (But then it wouldn't be a Cinderella story, I know I know haha)

XD yes please

all the pluses

+10000

why not both indeed :D

A!A

I know! I had to pray for a suspension of disbelief regarding that aspect. Honestly, if the story lingered in Tenebrae, the same thing with folks stepping in would have happened there. The handwavey reason is that people really don't want to get on the king's bad side, and while people have extended him some small secret kindnesses, he's seen as that embarrassing problem of the royal family and folks are waiting for someone else to step in first. Many are hoping that he can stay in Lucis.

A!A

Regis is as diplomatic as he can be while stopping the dictation every thirty seconds to shout about the whole mess at Clarus, who's like "Yes, Regis, I agree, Regis, your hand is on fire again, Regis."

Thank you!

Regis is watching TV when "Breaking News! The Prince's Apartment is on fire!" and he goes into full blown parent panic trying to figure out what is going on and if his son is safe.

-Fire's cause can be as serious an attack on the prince or as silly as Noct saw a spider and threw a fireball at it. ~~or maybe he fell asleep with the stove on~~
-Someone physically restraining Regis on the ground to keep him from warping up there.

The way Regis or Nyx did in the movie.

Like, he can't use it offensively without a flask. But he takes that energy into himself, right? I bet sometimes he feels so full of elemental magic he just has to burn some of it off, like an itch that needs scratching.

OP/DA: I buy it. The King sounds terrifying where Ignis is concerned (maybe he's always a dick, maybe his inner jerk flares up only when confronted with the evidence of his wife's infidelity?) It would be terrifying to oppose him.

I can imagine folks in Tenebrae turning a blind eye when someone is kind to Ignis but most being too afraid to really do anything. I'm sure eventually someone would have because Ignis is so lovable in this fic. Just my dude Basil got there first.

You crack me up when you're not making me cry. :D

Why are her 13-year-old brother and the 10-year-old Prince the only ones looking after 5 year old Iris?? Shouldn't these kids have back up??

Give me the adults around the citadel seeing Gladio running around trying to take care of Iris, and Noct and Gladio getting the blame for her getting hurt or lost, and wondering why Regis and his shield aren't making sure anyone else is looking after their kids.

+ Ignis trying hard to be the adult, even though Ignis, like all of them, is also a child

+1000

Hell to the yes.

Ignis might act and speak like an adult, but really he's still just a kid himself. Somebody--I'm partial to Regis but it could be Gladio, Clarus or even Noct--urges him to take some time off and go enjoy himself while he's still young.

One weekend, 20-year-old Prompto is working the back shift at a convenience store, when the bell on the door chimes. It's almost 4am and he hasn't had a customer in nearly an hour, so he's surprised. It's usually dead between 3 and 5am.

But he's especially surprised to see that it's a young man about his age, barefoot and wrapped up in a blanket, walking through the single aisle in a daze picking up food at random.

What's even more startling, is that P herompto realizes knows who it is. How could he not? Pictures of that same face, just slightly younger, have been posted in every place of business, on every milk carton, and appeared on yearly televised newscasts, since the Prince of Lucis disappeared 5 years ago.

The Master (or Mistress) having fun with their new human pet they can kill over and over.

No squicks have fun!

Sooorta based on that prompt a few pages about about Omen!Noct ripping people's hearts out? Anyway. Go wild. Only request is that Noct thinks it's incredibly romantic.

+1

I can't decide who would come out worse in this scenario but it sure would be fun to find out.

Photo and/or video evidence of Regis having a sexual relationship with a much younger man (can be a canon character or OC, as long as he's 18+) gets leaked somehow. Now Insomnia is rampant with news of the King "praying on young men" even though the relationship was 100% conceptual, no one was forced or coerced. Regis is labeled as a sexual predator by the media and even some members of his own council.

Bonus points

*members of the council resigning
**false accusations from "past victims"
***people calling for Regis to abdicate to Noctis, or a regent until Noctis is old enough
****Rumors that Regis molesting Noctis was the reason Noctis moved out of the citadel
*****gold digging youth trying to bank on it by attempting to get with Regis
******The young boyfriend staying by Regis and supporting him through it all

Concentual not conceptual, good God why am I still using my phone to make prompts?

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Prompt Post Round Six

Re: Gen or any/any - 5 times the Chocobros got caught jerking off

Iggy's terrible puns

Fill 5/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU

Re: Ignis mourns the loss of his vision sitting in the Regala

Re: Prompto & parents, financial abuse

Re: Fill 5/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU

Ignis/Noctis + Nyx/Noctis

Re: Fill 5/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU

Re: Iggy's terrible puns

Re: Ignis/Noctis + Nyx/Noctis

Re: Fill 5/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU

Re: Fill 5/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU

Regis POV, Apartment fire

Noctis playing with fire (or ice, or lightning)

Re: Fill 5/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU

Re: Fill 5/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU

Gen, Brotherhood- Gladio, Noct, Ignis and Iris Need An Adult

Re: Ignis/Noctis + Nyx/Noctis

Gen, reminding Ignis to be a child

AU - Long-lost Prince walks into (Prompto's) convenience store

Master vs Ardyn, "I get to kill him again!" Doctor Who crossover

Noctis/Prompto, Omen!Noctis eating Prompto's heart

Re: Master vs Ardyn, "I get to kill him again!" Doctor Who crossover

Regis/Any younger man, leaked photos or videos leads to scandal

Re: Regis/Any younger man, leaked photos or videos leads to scandal