ffxv_kinkmeme | Prompt Post

Welcome to Round One of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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UPDATE 12/30/16: I'm looking for some help! Details here. (I'm always looking for more pinners; this is an open invitation.)

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UPDATE 1/28/17: We've opened up a Drabble Tree post! Go check it out.

UPDATE 2/21/2017: ROUND ONE IS CLOSED FOR PROMPTS. Please feel free to continue posting fills. Round Two will open for prompts and fills on 3/1/2017.

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Ignis groaned and rolled over. There had been an odd sound, a wave of pressure, and then -- not that "everything went black", because it had been "black" to begin with, but he had lost consciousness for a moment.

He took stock of himself. Something felt definitely weird, but his body appeared to be functioning as well as it had been. Which was a good result, all things considered.

"Ignis?" a vaguely familiar voice called, from approximately two meters to his right and slightly ahead. "I can't see."

"Who is this?" It didn't make sense. There shouldn't have been anyone else there but the two of them, it wasn't Prompto's voice, and if somebody knew Ignis by name, he would have been able to identify what they sounded like.

"Prompto."

Ignis' eyes automatically, uselessly, flickered open; and he //saw//, for the first time in years. He blinked. It was disorienting, and he didn't recognize where he was, although the sound patterns still made sense. What was more, he saw hands and legs not wearing what he'd gotten dressed in, and they moved under his control.

He reached up, and felt at his face. The curves were different, and those familiar scars were nowhere to be found. His hair wasn't the same either. It felt like... Prompto's....

He turned to look -- how quickly he'd gotten back into that habit -- towards the voice that had claimed to be Prompto. There was a figure on the ground, groping about them.

"Hello? Are you still there?" the figure asked, and in the process, turned towards him.

Ignis recognized the face, or at least most of it. He had seen it in the mirror for a good chunk of his life. The scars were a new addition, at least to his viewing. They had been on his face for years, and he had traced them often enough to have a decent mental picture of what they would look like. What they did look like.

"Well shit," he said.

nice start :)

"What do we do now?" Prompto quietly said. (It was still //him//, no matter what body he currently occupied.) "I can't --" He cut himself off.

"You can't see," Ignis said. "It's difficult. I know. You don't have to pretend that it isn't a problem, just because I'm normally the one who's blind."

"We need to switch back," Prompto said, ignoring him.

Ignis agreed. As much as he enjoyed having sight again, it wasn't //his// sight, and Prompto's body just felt //wrong// in a myriad of subtle ways. Most importantly though, was what it was doing to Prompto. Ignis could see the pain and the barely-hidden desperation, and that wasn't a visual memory he wanted to keep. Even if it was on his own face.

Ideally, none of them would be blind. But if someone had to, it was better that it be Ignis. He had already accepted losing his sight, and was the one who knew -- who had gone through the long and painful process of teaching himself -- how to function without the use of one's eyes.

He wouldn't be the reason for any of his friends to suffer, not if he could help it.

"We need to know what caused this, in order to reverse it," Ignis said. "I only remember an odd sound, then the shockwave. What had you seen?"

"There was some type of glowing stone, that triggered when we got close to it," Prompto said. "I don't know if I can describe it better than that, but I'll know it when I see it."

"That may be difficult," Ignis delicately pointed out.

Prompto's mouth twisted. "Right."

Ignis looked around. "I don't see any unusual light sources," he said, "but then again, I don't know what would be normal these days."

A tapping sound, as of fingers against cloth, before Ignis remembered that he could look and see what it was. "My camera," Prompto said. "Look through there. I haven't found much worthy of photographing lately, but there should be enough to give you more of an idea." He weakly smiled. "There's also older pictures still in it, from back before, well, everything. If you want to look at something better."

Ignis considered their situation. If there was a time crunch, he had no way of knowing about it. Prompto seemed ten seconds away from a breakdown at any given moment, and wouldn't be able to travel quickly. He himself wasn't familiar with the limits of the body he was currently in. They were both physically and emotionally tired. Their current location was safe.

"I'd like to do that," Ignis said. "If I describe each picture, can you tell me more about it? We need to take a rest, anyways, and then plan."

Prompto's smile was stronger this time.

Prompt Post

Fill: Ignis + Prompto bodyswap, 1/?

Re: Fill: Ignis + Prompto bodyswap, 1/?

Fill: Ignis + Prompto bodyswap, 2/?