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FILL: 4/? - Noctis/Any Ace!Noct

[(Anonymous)]

Sorry I didn't update, work always gets the best of me. I'm hoping to get back to fluffy cuteness after this part. Feelings are hard.





The soup is simmering on the stove, making the entire apartment smell rich and hearty. Ignis has made himself comfortable on a kitchen counter, fingers tapping at his phone screen and a look of concentration on his face. He’s probably texting Gladiolus, or worse, Noctis’ father.

There’s a serious conversation waiting as soon as Noctis clears his throat and he kind of regrets grabbing the pajamas at the top of his pile. He’s not sure he can convince Ignis to love him wearing chocobo pajama pants and a faded blitzball tee. Noctis has no idea why he does this to himself.

“Noctis,” Ignis says, startled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you drain the tub.” He slides off the counter so gracefully but he looks genuinely flustered. It’s a weird look on him but Noctis kind of likes it. “Go ahead and sit down, I’ll serve you…”

Now that he’s been caught out, Noctis doesn’t have much of a choice but to pad across the apartment barefoot in his pajamas and sit down at the table. He fidgets with the hem of his shirt until Ignis sets a soup bowl in front of him and just breathes in the warm smell. It’s the same recipe Ignis makes every time he worries Noctis is feeling under the weather and there is a comfort in the familiarity alone.

“Do we have to talk about - “ Noctis doesn’t know what to call their messed up relationship is and he isn’t sure he’d be able to voice it around the lump in his throat anyway. He swallows and busies himself with a spoonful of soup.

Ignis sits across from him and fiddles with his spoon. “I had thought we would wait until after dinner, but now is as good a time as any.”

Noctis chews his noodles and waits for Ignis to continue. When it becomes apparent he has no intention of doing any such thing, Noctis swallows and says, “I like you.”

There’s a faint smile to Ignis’ bowed lips and a slight flush to his cheeks. “It has come to my attention, yes,” Ignis says. He puts his spoon down and his hands fall in his lap. “I… am increasingly fond of you as well. But this is a delicate situation.”

“Because I have to get married and have a baby,” Noctis says. His hands are shaking but his words are surprisingly steady. “I’m only reminded of the fact everytime I visit my father.”

“Even if we ignored your age and my responsibilities for the time being, at most we’d have five years to enjoy each other’s company,” Ignis says. He stares at Noctis, his gaze unwavering. “What would happen to the kingdom were we to fall in love and unable to bear being apart?”

“You’ll always be my advisor!” Noctis says, with more force than he means to. He can feel his face flush slightly and he drops his gaze to his soup, trying to ignore the sense of impending dread. “You’d just officially be like, my side chick or something…”

“Your side chick,” Ignis repeats.

It’s clearly the worst possible thing Noctis could have said given Ignis’ tone and the sudden pursing of his lips and Noctis regrets it immediately. He opens his mouth to fix it and snaps it shut again.

Shit, Noctis thinks. He rubs at his face in irritation and embarrassment. Why is this so hard?

“I just - “ Noctis starts. He tries to think of a good counter argument or defense. He remembers something Regis said and his heart thuds in his ribcage hard enough it has to be audible. “My dad - he said, if I was gay, he’d make sure he’d find me a wife who’d be okay with it. A lesbian, probably. I know a lesbian. Two, ‘cause I guess her girlfriend is one, too.”

Ignis looks like there is a lot he wants to say but he isn’t quite sure where he wants to start. “Your solution to your sexuality and potentially a relationship is to enter a political marriage where you and your wife have no attraction to each other but share an obligation to the throne?”

It sounds like a pretty solid plan to Noctis. He’s not sure how he’s supposed to get a girl pregnant, but they make drugs for that and he’s not averse to getting a little drunk if it helps. “I guess?”

“And this was your father’s suggestion,” Ignis continues.

“Basically, yeah,” Noctis says. Though now that he thinks about it, his father might have implied more than coming out and saying, but that’s still fine. It’s fine. He understood the gist of it and he’s pretty proud of myself. “And well, it has to be a secret, anyways, so we don’t have to tell anyone - “

“That doesn’t change the fact you’re only seventeen and I’m almost three years older than you,” Ignis says. “People might think I’m taking advantage of you, or vice versa.”

Ignis doesn’t seem to understand the concept of a secret but Noctis doesn’t bring it up. He presses his fingers against his temple, trying to massage away the ache and keep it from getting worse. This conversation isn’t going the way he had hoped it would and he needs to think. He doesn’t understand why it should be so complicated for them to carry on as they have been. It was fun going to the movies together and he likes the idea of snuggling together on the couch. Why does that have to change?

It isn’t like Ignis isn’t with Noctis almost every waking hour of the day, as is. No one would be suspicious if they spent time together doing more couple-y things. Noctis is allowed to want to unwind and he hates to be alone. It makes sense to bring Ignis with him to movies and restaurants. It isn’t like Noctis is asking Ignis to move in with him or stay the night all of the time.

For the life of him, Noctis can’t figure out why his age is such an issue.

Making a frustrated sound, Noctis looks up at Ignis. He’s not pouting. He can’t pout, not right now. “I just want to be with you and not worry about you sleeping with anyone who doesn’t deserve you.” He has to fight the urge to drop his gaze and wet his lips. “I like myself when I’m with you and I know you deserve better than me, but I don’t care. I’m sorry.”

“Noctis,” Ignis says. He reaches across the small table and covers one of Noctis’ hands with his own. He doesn’t say anything for a long time. Just stares into Noctis’ soul through his eyes until Noctis is forced to drop his gaze and stare at Ignis’ well manicured nails. “Just because we want something doesn’t mean we can have it.”

“We can at least try, right?” Noctis asks. He pulls his hand out from under Ignis’ to tangle their fingers together. It’s such a strange feeling, one that sends shivers down his spine and makes him long for closeness. “The movie was terrible, but it was nice. And Prompto said you wanted to go to that vegan place - “

“Noctis,” Ignis starts.

“Just one more date,” Noctis says. “I will eat weird vegan food for you. I won’t even complain. I’ll look nice for a change and I won’t bitch about vegetables and it will just be the two of us. Like a real secret date. Please?”

For a while, Ignis is quiet. He looks conflicted and Noctis hates being the reason for it but if he’s going to expose himself he’s going to make sure Ignis sees just how badly Noctis wants this. He needs to know what he’s doing to Noctis. Ignis needs to know the truth. Sighing heavily, Ignis finally smiles and says, “okay.”

Noctis’ grip tightens on Ignis’ hand in his own and he can feel his stomach lurch in excitement and nerves. He’s startled by the gentle sweeping of Ignis’ thumb over his own, oddly soothing, and Noctis looks up at him almost shyly. He doesn’t even know what he’s supposed to say now that a cold sweat is breaking out over his body and he’s ready to pass out for a week.

This is a victory and Noctis is oddly exhausted from it. It’s satisfying in it’s own way.

“Eat your soup, Noctis,” Ignis says, and it’s so familiar and Ignis it makes Noctis’ heart ache.




“Do you have to go already?” Noctis asks. He’s about five seconds from crashing into his bed and passing out, and he’s not opposed to the idea of Ignis joining him, at least for a little while.

“We both have class in the morning and I have a report due,” Ignis replies. He touches Noctis’ arm, just above his elbow, and looks a little marveled that he’s being allowed this casual contact. He sighs softly when Noctis wraps his arms around him in a tight hug and presses a soft kiss against his temple.

Noctis’ knees go weak and he’s glad he’s leaning into Ignis space because Ignis kissed him. Not a real kiss, at least by Prompto’s definition Noctis is sure, but a kiss. Soft and sweet and just for him.

“Sleep,” Ignis says softly, prying Noctis’ arms from around his waist and guiding him to his bedroom. “I’ll be by in the morning to make breakfast and drive you to class.”

“And we can talk about our date,” Noctis says. It’s a very important detail and he can’t let Ignis forget it now, not when they've barely sussed out that it’s going to happen at all.

“Yes, that too,” Ignis promises. He gently nudges Noctis towards his bedroom door, his large palm warm in the small of Noctis’ back. “In the morning.”




Noctis dreams about the warmth of Ignis’ body tangled with his own. Ignis’ breathing is soft and even, his face a few inches from Noctis’ own, his pale bowed lips close enough Noctis can touch them with his fingertips. He wants to get lost in the warmth that Ignis radiates and the gentle rise and fall of his chest and the lean thigh he has wedged between Noctis’ own.

His heart is hammering in his chest and Noctis thinks fuck because he definitely did not deserve to be blessed with this perfect specimen of a man in front of him.




Despite the fact there are pancakes waiting for him and it’s Ignis who shakes him awake gently, Noctis is not at all prepared to get out of bed in the morning. Six thirty is an ungodly time to be expected to be functioning and Noctis can only imagine when Ignis’ own alarm goes off.

“You need to get ready for school,” Ignis says, gently. He’s undoubtedly already laid out Noctis’ uniform and made sure his bag is in order because he’s a Godsend and Noctis is a horrible person.

“You should tell people we’re both sick and go back to bed with me,” Noctis says around a yawn. He wiggles out from under his blanket and sits on the edge of his bed. “It will be warm and safe and there will be sleep.”

“I’m well aware how you feel about your beauty rest,” Ignis says. He sounds more amused than anything and Noctis wonders if his advisor has always been this gentle about rousing him in the mornings. “Breakfast is waiting. Hurry up.”

Noctis yawns, barely remembering to cover his mouth to be polite. He stumbles to the main room of the apartment and drops down at the table. “We gonna talk about our date?”

“I was starting to wonder if you remembered our discussion last night,” Ignis says. He sets a plate of pancakes in front of Noctis and a glass of juice. He sits across from him, but doesn’t eat. He never eats breakfast with Noctis. “Tonight you have training and dinner with your father.”

Noctis groans. He doesn’t look forward to the exhaustion that comes with his father’s magical lessons and hopes dinner isn’t an awkward, stilted affair in the normal dining room. He much rather they eat in the garden even if Regis did forget they were on sacred ground last time. The garden is peaceful.

He picks at his pancakes for a minute before taking a large bite. He sighs and rubs at his eyes tiredly while he chews. “Tomorrow I have training with Gladio, but we can go after?”

Ignis makes a thoughtful noise and checks his schedule on his phone. “I was thinking we could go to the burger place you’re alarmingly fond of,” Ignis says. “Not only when you be miserable at the vegan place, it would stand out far less if we went to a place you regularly frequent.”

That seems like a solid plan to Noctis. He takes another bite of pancakes and nods his head, eventually. “But we can be casual.”

“Of course,” Ignis says.

Noctis points his fork at Ignis. “I mean, you can dress casual. You have jeans, right?”

“Obviously I have jeans,” Ignis says. He sounds more amused than insulted, and Noctis suddenly wonders what Ignis wears when his advisor isn’t with him. Surely he doesn’t go to class in his nice trousers and suit coats. His sweater vests, maybe, with his button up sleeves rolled up past his elbows… Noctis likes that look a lot more than he should. “It’ll shock you to know I even own a tee shirt that has words on it.”

“What words?” Noctis asks.

Ignis hums and scrolls through his phone. “It was a gift from Gladio, mind…” He flips through his photo gallery before pushing his phone across the table to Noctis. “See?”

It’s Gladiolus and Ignis in a bar somewhere, both of them a little red in the face even though neither of them is legally old enough to drink. Gladiolus’ arm is around Ignis’ shoulder in a way that makes Noctis’ gut clench in jealousy, but it’s what Ignis is wearing that really catches Noctis’ eyes; talk shit get hit is emblazoned across his chest in bold letters but it’s nothing compared to the mess of hair gel and the lack of perfect part in Ignis’ hair.

This is the Ignis Noctis wants to get to know. This Ignis who looks like he knows how to get drinks at bars when he’s not even legal and has messy hair and wears shirts with stupid sayings that his friends gave him. The Ignis who exists when he’s not doting on Noctis hand and foot because of his strong sense of duty.

It turns out that maybe Noctis doesn’t know Ignis nearly as well as he thought he did and something cold and heavy settles in his stomach. No wonder Ignis was so wary of the idea of a relationship, they barely even know each other, really.

“Noctis, are you alright?” Ignis asks. He doesn’t reach for his phone, instead opting to cover Noctis’ hand with his own. “You look pale.”

“You should look like that,” Noctis says, in lieu of an answer. He taps the phone screen with his pinky, the only digit free from Ignis’ grasp. “You look good like that.”

Ignis’ cheeks flush slightly, but he looks pleasantly surprised. “I’m not sure how your father would feel about that,” he says. “I’m supposed to be the calming influence in your life.”

“I want to get to know you,” Noctis says.

Ignis almost looks thoughtful. “You are alarmingly awake this early in the morning for you,” he says, eventually. “I’ll consider it. Finish your breakfast or we risk running late.”

Re: FILL: 4/? - Noctis/Any Ace!Noct

[(Anonymous)]

AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!