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FILL: 3/? - Noctis/Any Ace!Noct

[(Anonymous)]

“I’m bored. Do you want to go see a movie?” Noctis asks, pushing his pasta around his plate lethargically.

Ignis hesitates, fork halfway to his mouth. “Was there something in particular you wanted to see?”

Not really, Noctis thinks, but he doesn’t say it. He’d looked at the schedule earlier and everything seemed like it’s for kids or couples. “There’s one of those shark movies out this week? It starts in about an hour.”

“That seems reasonable, I suppose,” Ignis says, checking his watch. “It should only take a few minutes to get to the theatre so there is time to finish eating and tidy up.”

Noctis blinks. He thinks Prompto might have been onto something about this stealth dating thing because Ignis didn’t even question his motives. He takes a bite of pasta and says, “Okay.”




Ignis buys tickets on the black credit card the accounting department gave him for Noctis related expenses and he carefully tucks the receipt into his breast pocket. When Noctis asks for a frozen cola, he pulls it out with a sigh and purchases that, too.

“Where did you want to sit?” Ignis asks.

Noctis grabs his wrist and tugs him towards the back of the theatre. He wants to be far enough away from people he doesn’t have to listen to their whispers even though he has no interest in the movie itself. Noctis just wants to be alone with Ignis and this is kind of like a date. The desire for intimate separation is justified.

Taking a sip of his frozen cola, Noctis pats the seat next to him. Like Ignis would possibly choose to sit anywhere else.

Ignis looks more amused than anything. He looks out of place in his sweater vest and button down, even with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, and Noctis wants to grab him by the soft fabric and never let go. He takes his seat and crosses his legs at the knees. “It smells like stale popcorn.”

“It’s a movie theatre,” Noctis says. He knocks his shoulder into Ignis’ and doesn’t move away, savoring the warmth. His heart thuds in his chest when Ignis doesn’t pull away, either. “It’s part of the ambiance.”

“It’s poor cleaning habits,” Ignis says. He smiles at Noctis, a barely there quirk of his lips, a gesture just for him in the dimming theatre.

Noctis is screwed.




The movie is terrible. Noctis presses his face into Ignis’ shoulder as the credits roll and he tries to forget about the forced romantic subplot. Nothing is more romantic than expressing your undying love while people are murdered by sharks around you, apparently.

“I feel personally victimized for having to pay to see that,” Noctis groans into Ignis’ shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

“Well, it certainly was a unique way to spend an evening,” Ignis offers. He would probably be back in his dorm room studying by now, if Noctis hadn’t dragged him to the movies. Or watching Noctis play video games because as much as he likes to be by himself he hates to be alone. “Next time, let’s just rent something.”

The implication that there could be a next time makes Noctis’ face flush and his palms sweaty. He wouldn’t be opposed to watching a movie alone with Ignis in the comfort of his apartment. It sounds like a good date night.

The lights flicker back on slowly and Ignis checks his watch. “We should probably get you home. You have school in the morning.”

Noctis sighs and pulls away from Ignis. He’s already feeling cold at the lack of contact and he wishes he’d thought to bring a hoodie. Maybe he’ll come up with an excuse and steal one of Ignis’ the next time they’re both training at the Citadel. That would be nice.




“I think the stealth date plan is going to work,” Noctis tells Prompto, leaning in conspiringly. “Ignis didn’t even question it.”

“You guys go to the vegan place?” Prompto asks.

“Movie,” Noctis says. He smiles faintly. “It was terrible.”

Prompto looks at Noctis like he’s not sure what to say and drums his fingers on the tabletop. “It felt like a real date though? Like you could have held hands or kissed?”

“Yeah,” Noctis says. There’s an anxious thrum in his veins because he’s not sure he knows the appropriate time to do either of those things but he’s sure he can figure it out. There’s probably like a million guides on the internet on how to go on dates and not be creepy.

As long as the advice isn’t act natural, Noctis should be fine.




Training with Gladiolus is physically exhausting.

Even after spending two hours getting knocking around the room by him and showering off the sweat, Noctis is a little breathless and sore. He’s mostly gotten over the urge to flinch every time Gladiolus comes up from behind but he’s been whacked with too many training blades to ever truly forget. He gets ghost pains of the time Gladiolus nearly dislocated his shoulder.

“Can I ask you something?” Noctis asks, eyeing Gladiolus carefully. “That you have to swear on the Amicitia name never to repeat?”

“That is really now how being your Shield works,” Gladiolus says, “but go on.”

Noctis runs his fingers through his damp hair, trying to get it to lay the way he wants. Anything to avoid making eye contact with Gladiolus right now. “How well do you know Ignis?”

“He’s the tall one, right? Glasses? Funny accent?” Gladiolus asks. He ruffles Noctis’ hair, ruining his hard work and laughing at the indignant squawk. “I’d say pretty well. Dad’s been working on helping our fighting style’s be more cohesive, to better protect you. Dude is fierce with a polearm and deadly with daggers. Insists on pairing wine and beer with every meal but you know, everyone has their quirks. Why, you gonna ask him out?”

Noctis is breathless and can’t think of anything to do but punch Gladiolus’ in the chest. Not nearly hard enough to hurt Gladiolus because Noctis doesn’t want to hurt himself. He hadn’t known it was that obvious and it’s different with Gladiolus knowing his secret than Prompto. Prompto is sworn to secrecy through best friendship. Gladiolus has to share important events with Clarus and that’s mortifying.

“Okay, I was kidding,” Gladiolus says. He pinches Noctis’ side hard. “Specs said you’ve been weirdly protective of him lately.”

“Eren was a tool,” Noctis says hotly. “Ignis deserves way better.”

“Eh,” Gladiolus says. He shrugs. He looks at Noctis then, really looks at him, and frowns. “You know, my dad asked me if I knew if you were gay or not.”

The idea that Regis had talked about his suspicions with anyone sets a heavy weight in Noctis’ stomach. That wasn’t an idle moment of curiosity on his father’s part, it was a genuine concern. The fact that even Clarus is in on it now certainly doesn’t make the issue easier to deal with.

Noctis knows he concerns his father with his poor study habits and less than engaged attitude when it comes to training with him or with Gladiolus and he’s sure Ignis has a slew of complaints of his own, but he hates the idea that his father might actually be worried about him. For all the wrong reasons, too.

“What did you tell him?” Noctis asks. He’s almost scared to know the answer.

“That I wouldn’t be surprised if you and Prompto were banging with the way you two are hanging off of each other, but I doubt it,” Gladiolus says. He shrugs again, clearly uncomfortable with where the conversation is going. “I told him I can’t recall you ever making a comment about wanting to bang anyone six ways from Sunday, but we don’t normally talk about that crap.”

Noctis is relieved, he thinks.

“Well,” Gladiolus says, letting the word drag out. He fixes Noctis with a pointed gaze and smirks. “Until I realized a certain prince has got a massive crush on his advisor.”

Gladiolus knows and Noctis is screwed.

“You can’t tell him,” Noctis pleads. His hands are shaking and his palms are sweating. He doesn’t know if he’s supposed to maintain eye contact with Gladiolus or stare literally anywhere else and pretend his secret hasn’t been outed. “You definitely can’t tell your dad!”

“Relax, Noct,” Gladiolus says. He throws an arm around Noctis’ shoulders and draws him in tight. “I’m not going to out you to anyone. Though, I’m pretty sure Iggy of all people already knows.”

Noctis slumps in Gladiolus’ tight grip. Well, fuck.




“Are you feeling well?” Ignis asks. He touches the back of his wrist to Noctis’ forehead and frowns when Noctis pushes him away.

“He’s fine,” Gladiolus says dismissively.

Ignis gives him a dark look before reaching for Noctis’ shoulders and gently guiding him from the training room. “If you don’t mind waiting in the car, I can run into the store and get something to make you soup with.”

“I’m fine,” Noctis says weakly. He doesn’t pull away though. He likes the warm, heavy weight of Ignis at his side, one arm wrapped around his bony shoulders as he tries to urge him along. He presses his face into Ignis’ side and sighs.

If Gladiolus is telling the truth, if Ignis knows, than he isn’t letting it show. It’s not interfering with his duties. It says something about his character because Noctis doesn’t think he’d be handling it nearly this maturely.

“You coddle him,” Gladiolus says.

Ignis shoots Gladiolus a dark look but doesn’t say anything as he tugs Noctis away.




“It will take time for the soup to cook, so you might as well take a bath and get ready for bed,” Ignis says. He sets the bags on the counter and looks at Noctis again. “I can help you with your homework after dinner.”

“You don’t have to do all this,” Noctis says, quietly. He wants to curl in on himself and disappear but it doesn’t happen no matter how hard he tries. He can feel the thrum of the crystal’s magic in his veins and hear the thudding of his heart in his chest and he feels ready to pass out. “You don’t have to take care of me. You can put yourself first sometimes, you know.”

“You misunderstand,” Ignis replies. He steps closer to Noctis, then hesitates. Like maybe he wants to touch Noctis but he’s not sure he’s allowed. He never initiates contact unless Noctis’ well being is in question. He continues, barely a whisper. “Driving you to your lessons at the Citadel and making sure you’re healthy and fed is my duty. Everything else is because I want to.”

Noctis really doesn’t understand what any of that is supposed to mean. He doesn’t see how anyone could want to take care of him. He’s chronically lazy some days and incapable of working up the will to clean up after or cook for himself. He puts off doing his homework and he will whine his way through lessons with Gladiolus or his father. He lives in jeans and boots and his favorite hoodie and is too lazy to get his hair trimmed.

Ignis is the exact opposite of that. Ignis could do so much better.

His head is spinning and Noctis rubs his eyes tiredly. “I think I will go take that bath.”

“Right,” Ignis says. He wets his lips and rolls up his sleeves. “I’ll make dinner, then. Take your time.”




Ignis knows -- but what does he know?

That Noctis thinks he’s helplessly in love with his advisor? That he craves Ignis’ warmth and support and wants to spend the rest of forever tangled together trading lazy kisses in bed? Or does he think he knows something Noctis is not, something he can’t be. He’s seventeen, yeah, so he’s probably being immature and desperate about it but he’s not thinking with his penis. He’s not Prompto.

There’s no way to know for sure without asking and the last thing Noctis wants to do is barge out of the bathroom and ask Ignis if he knows that Noctis thinks he’s in love with him. Which is not something Noctis can do.

It’s the only possible explanation for the way his palms get sweaty and his heart races whenever they’re alone together. Why Prompto thought they were secretly dating and why even his father of all people thinks he’s gay. Which he might be, he guesses, since Ignis is the only person who has ever made him feel this way.

But Ignis said he does all these things for Noctis because he wants to. Which means he wants to share dinner with Noctis and help him with his homework. Wants to spend all night on the couch studying from his phone while Noctis uses his lap as a pillow and plays his video games until Ignis insists that he go to bed. Why he’s here til midnight sometimes and back by six thirty the next day.

Noctis doesn’t deserve Ignis. They’re not even dating and he’s already proving himself to be the shittiest, neediest boyfriend ever.

Of course, assuming Ignis even means what Noctis wants him to mean, it’s still probably against the rules or at the very least taboo. Ignis is his advisor. Has been trained to guide and assist Noctis since they were both kids. Not to mention Noctis is expected to have kids and he’s pretty sure they have to be blood related for the crystal to react. Ignis could probably write a book on the political ramifications alone, if Noctis asked him to.

And there’s the terrifying elephant in the room that Noctis tries to avoid thinking about at all costs: Ignis has sex and presumably enjoys it and Noctis just doesn’t. He doesn’t know if he would enjoy it with Ignis and he’s not even entirely sure he wants to try. There is no heated thrum under his skin at the thought of sexual contact with Ignis, no matter the ridiculous situations he brings to mind (in the back of the sleek, black car Regis’ father bought Ignis for learning to drive, in Noctis’ childhood bedroom, in his kitchen or on his couch, in the sacred space of his mother's beloved garden).

There is a chance that Noctis could fight for this, beg and plead with Ignis to give in to this tension between them, only for them to not be compatible. He’s heard Gladiolus joke about it before; girls he’s dated with sex drives a million times higher or lower than his own. The idea that he could just not be enough for Ignis is equally as terrifying as the idea that Ignis could love him, too.

There’s too many possible outcomes, too many things that could possibly go wrong. Noctis has no idea what he’s supposed to do in this situation and it’s frustrating and exhausting.

Sighing, Noctis sinks down in the tub until his knobby knees are sticking out from under the surface and debates drowning himself. It beats the alternative of having to confront his feelings.

Re: FILL: 3/? - Noctis/Any Ace!Noct

[(Anonymous)]

This fic is the realest. <3

Re: FILL: 3/? - Noctis/Any Ace!Noct

[(Anonymous)]

I am living for this fic rn