Only second time writing for FFXV and first time writing something like this. I hope OP likes. This chapter is just the set up, it will get far smuttier and closer to the prompt in following chapters. __________________________________
He was born, lived, breathed, and existed to serve his king.
His adoration for Noctis and everything related to him had never wavered, not even in the years of darkness and certainly not now as he maintained his position as chamberlain and most trusted adviser to the famed King Noctis, the bringer of light.
His adoration for the king extended to his bride and newly ordained queen of Lucis - Lady Lunafreya. Ignis remembered vividly back what her dress had looked like all those years ago in Altissa. Somehow it had found it’s way to Tenebrae in those ten years and was restored by the best seamstresses in Lucis following the dawn reemerging. The ceremony was undoubtedly beautiful and Lady Lunafreya was sure to be glowing, the tears his liege barely managed to contain rung out in Ignis’s ears as he stood by his side along with Prompto and Gladio. It was ten years late, but considering they had believed both the bride and room previously destined to perish, the time it took seemed minuscule. The ceremony was flawless.
Gladio had too much to drink that evening, which meant Prompto also had too much to drink, which meant his majesty had too much to drink, which meant Ignis was left relieved he had fully adjusted to his lack of eyesight as he helped his stumbling friends back to their quarters. Each bordered the king’s own bedroom, and Ignis and memorized the entire wing from head to toe with expert precision.
First was Prompto, who clung to him and sobbed. “Iggy!!! Ol’ Noct is all grown up...he’s m-muh....married!” He blubbered, but as soon as Ignis tucked him in, he was snoring.
Gladio was much of the same, although he cried a bit more than Prompto did...and nearly suffocated Ignis with a hug before stumbling into his bed.
Lady Lunafreya had turned in a bit earlier in the night following their guests leaving and her own exhaustion. Ignis heard her with a chambermaid as he brought Noctis into the royal quarters, a bit more upright than the others. By the sounds of it, the chambermaid was helping her to undress behind a screen, hands deft and careful with the rustling of fabric.
“Specs...yer just the best bud a guy could ask for, ain’t he?” Noctis slurred in the direction of his wife as Ignis helped to remove the partially debauched suit.
“Your majesty.” Ignis simply chuckled appreciatively, but Lunafreya answered behind the screen.
“It would seem so.” Amusement high in her voice. Shortly after she dismissed the chambermaid, just in time for Ignis to finish removing the heavier pieces of Noctis’s attire, the king flopping back onto the bed.
Ignis was suddenly very, very aware that this was the king’s wedding night. It was strange that it seemed to just be dawning on him now. He had been in charge of majority of the catering, planning, and designing of the festivities. But this was the king’s royal quarters, his beloved bride a few feet away, slowly approaching the bed with those feather light footsteps. He wasn’t naive to what events usually occurred following one’s wedding.
He knew Noctis was quite intoxicated, but perhaps not that intoxicated...
“You’re positively rosy, dear Ignis.” That same amused tone from her highness’s sweet voice, a gentle hand on his suit clad shoulder. “Just how much did you partake in?”
“I-I...not much, your ladyship.” He gently backed away, her hand still lingered on his shoulder for a moment before drifting away as he bowed. “Congratulations once more on your union. I will leave you for the evening and should you be in need of anything, I will remain in my quarters, your grace.” He bowed once more, very conscious of how quickly the words spilled from his lips, blood rushing to his cheeks, blocking out his normally heightened sense of sound.
However, as he meant to turn and leave the newlyweds, that hand landed on his shoulder once more for a gentle moment. He vaguely registered the soft snoring of Nostis as he turned to face the queen.
“Your majesty?” He asked, voice higher than he had intended, very aware of the way the hand grasped him.
“Noctis and the others have kept you quite busy this evening, haven’t they?” He could hear the smile in her voice. “I do not wish to burden you any further, but...I would like just a moment to speak with you about the honeymoon.”
Ah, yes. They had opted to take a ‘traveling honeymoon’ of sorts, sweeping from Insomnia and Tenebrae to show and be evidence of the bright future of Eos. Rulers of sympathy, kindness, and the gentle strength that could only be found from the bringer of light.
The plan was for it to be a small caravan of sorts, Prompto and Gladio acting as bodyguards as Ignis remained with Cor as interim decision makers in Insomnia.
“Everything is set as in accordance with your highness's plans for travel.” He commented quickly with a slight nod of his head, relieved when a small hum of affirmation escaped the queen.
“I am...quite aware of the forethought in which you plan all that you do.” She began, sounding a tad bit worried. That wouldn’t do at all. “Noctis and I have endeavored to take you with us, dear Ignis. You alone.”
But his royal duties - the opposition stopped before it could reach his lips.
“I know of your royal duties and have seen to my brother delaying his travels to remain here to offer assistance for the others.” Perhaps the oracle was a mind reader. Would it be so out of the realm of her abilities?
Lost in his thoughts for merely a moment, it suddenly occurred to him what her words meant. He would be solely responsible for the safety of their travels, to accompany them in every task possible in the following weeks. He had proven to himself time and time again he was as capable, if not more so, as he was with his sight. But he was also human and well capable of shortcomings and insecurities despite his calm external demeanor.
“We could think of no one better to accompany us.” There was that hand again, this time framing his jaw on the heavily scarred side of his face. “I know of your devotion to Noctis...your care for him above all else...please do not worry yourself so. You have done so well in your duties and I cannot foresee there being a change in this.”
There was something in her voice, the way she spoke, as if she knew something Ignis didn’t. Or perhaps he did know, but something he had kept buried and hidden from all, something indecent and unbecoming of a chamberlain and an adviser to wish of their liege. “I see...thank you, your grace. It will be of the highest honor to see you both safe in your travels.”
“I’m glad.” She smiled, before stepping back, the creak of the bed indicating she had sat down. “Sleep well, dear Ignis and do see that you prepare well for our travels.”
“Yes, your majesty.” And with a final bow, Ignis returned to his own quarters, mind swimming and face flushed from far more than any liquor.
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Fill: Lunoct + Ignoct, 'Devotion', 1/?
Date: 2018-01-27 11:09 pm (UTC)__________________________________
He was born, lived, breathed, and existed to serve his king.
His adoration for Noctis and everything related to him had never wavered, not even in the years of darkness and certainly not now as he maintained his position as chamberlain and most trusted adviser to the famed King Noctis, the bringer of light.
His adoration for the king extended to his bride and newly ordained queen of Lucis - Lady Lunafreya. Ignis remembered vividly back what her dress had looked like all those years ago in Altissa. Somehow it had found it’s way to Tenebrae in those ten years and was restored by the best seamstresses in Lucis following the dawn reemerging. The ceremony was undoubtedly beautiful and Lady Lunafreya was sure to be glowing, the tears his liege barely managed to contain rung out in Ignis’s ears as he stood by his side along with Prompto and Gladio. It was ten years late, but considering they had believed both the bride and room previously destined to perish, the time it took seemed minuscule. The ceremony was flawless.
Gladio had too much to drink that evening, which meant Prompto also had too much to drink, which meant his majesty had too much to drink, which meant Ignis was left relieved he had fully adjusted to his lack of eyesight as he helped his stumbling friends back to their quarters. Each bordered the king’s own bedroom, and Ignis and memorized the entire wing from head to toe with expert precision.
First was Prompto, who clung to him and sobbed. “Iggy!!! Ol’ Noct is all grown up...he’s m-muh....married!” He blubbered, but as soon as Ignis tucked him in, he was snoring.
Gladio was much of the same, although he cried a bit more than Prompto did...and nearly suffocated Ignis with a hug before stumbling into his bed.
Lady Lunafreya had turned in a bit earlier in the night following their guests leaving and her own exhaustion. Ignis heard her with a chambermaid as he brought Noctis into the royal quarters, a bit more upright than the others. By the sounds of it, the chambermaid was helping her to undress behind a screen, hands deft and careful with the rustling of fabric.
“Specs...yer just the best bud a guy could ask for, ain’t he?” Noctis slurred in the direction of his wife as Ignis helped to remove the partially debauched suit.
“Your majesty.” Ignis simply chuckled appreciatively, but Lunafreya answered behind the screen.
“It would seem so.” Amusement high in her voice. Shortly after she dismissed the chambermaid, just in time for Ignis to finish removing the heavier pieces of Noctis’s attire, the king flopping back onto the bed.
Ignis was suddenly very, very aware that this was the king’s wedding night. It was strange that it seemed to just be dawning on him now. He had been in charge of majority of the catering, planning, and designing of the festivities. But this was the king’s royal quarters, his beloved bride a few feet away, slowly approaching the bed with those feather light footsteps. He wasn’t naive to what events usually occurred following one’s wedding.
He knew Noctis was quite intoxicated, but perhaps not that intoxicated...
“You’re positively rosy, dear Ignis.” That same amused tone from her highness’s sweet voice, a gentle hand on his suit clad shoulder. “Just how much did you partake in?”
“I-I...not much, your ladyship.” He gently backed away, her hand still lingered on his shoulder for a moment before drifting away as he bowed. “Congratulations once more on your union. I will leave you for the evening and should you be in need of anything, I will remain in my quarters, your grace.” He bowed once more, very conscious of how quickly the words spilled from his lips, blood rushing to his cheeks, blocking out his normally heightened sense of sound.
However, as he meant to turn and leave the newlyweds, that hand landed on his shoulder once more for a gentle moment. He vaguely registered the soft snoring of Nostis as he turned to face the queen.
“Your majesty?” He asked, voice higher than he had intended, very aware of the way the hand grasped him.
“Noctis and the others have kept you quite busy this evening, haven’t they?” He could hear the smile in her voice. “I do not wish to burden you any further, but...I would like just a moment to speak with you about the honeymoon.”
Ah, yes. They had opted to take a ‘traveling honeymoon’ of sorts, sweeping from Insomnia and Tenebrae to show and be evidence of the bright future of Eos. Rulers of sympathy, kindness, and the gentle strength that could only be found from the bringer of light.
The plan was for it to be a small caravan of sorts, Prompto and Gladio acting as bodyguards as Ignis remained with Cor as interim decision makers in Insomnia.
“Everything is set as in accordance with your highness's plans for travel.” He commented quickly with a slight nod of his head, relieved when a small hum of affirmation escaped the queen.
“I am...quite aware of the forethought in which you plan all that you do.” She began, sounding a tad bit worried. That wouldn’t do at all. “Noctis and I have endeavored to take you with us, dear Ignis. You alone.”
But his royal duties - the opposition stopped before it could reach his lips.
“I know of your royal duties and have seen to my brother delaying his travels to remain here to offer assistance for the others.” Perhaps the oracle was a mind reader. Would it be so out of the realm of her abilities?
Lost in his thoughts for merely a moment, it suddenly occurred to him what her words meant. He would be solely responsible for the safety of their travels, to accompany them in every task possible in the following weeks. He had proven to himself time and time again he was as capable, if not more so, as he was with his sight. But he was also human and well capable of shortcomings and insecurities despite his calm external demeanor.
“We could think of no one better to accompany us.” There was that hand again, this time framing his jaw on the heavily scarred side of his face. “I know of your devotion to Noctis...your care for him above all else...please do not worry yourself so. You have done so well in your duties and I cannot foresee there being a change in this.”
There was something in her voice, the way she spoke, as if she knew something Ignis didn’t. Or perhaps he did know, but something he had kept buried and hidden from all, something indecent and unbecoming of a chamberlain and an adviser to wish of their liege. “I see...thank you, your grace. It will be of the highest honor to see you both safe in your travels.”
“I’m glad.” She smiled, before stepping back, the creak of the bed indicating she had sat down. “Sleep well, dear Ignis and do see that you prepare well for our travels.”
“Yes, your majesty.” And with a final bow, Ignis returned to his own quarters, mind swimming and face flushed from far more than any liquor.