Grand Chamberlain

IGNIS of FFXV. ND | PRI | SEL

[libraxelementia]

stonecoldmeme​:

He managed to be silent for a while.  Trembling, but just a little.  Just… breathing, counting out breaths, listening to Ignis’ voice.

It hurt.  It hurt, and he knew Ignis was above lying just to make him feel better–

He knew that Ignis was hurting too.  Gladiolus.  Everyone who’d really and truly known Noct were still trying to figure out how to bandage up the gaping wound his death had left.

Prompto knew there’d be anger.  More of it, and brighter; bright enough to burn to light his way to Hell.  But until then… there was sorrow.  And weariness.  All the things said too late or not at all, all the things maybe they should have done or tried to do one more time, or…

Placing a hand on Ignis’ own, he was sure his crying was obvious.  Silent as he tried to make it, the shaking wracked his body until they were merely silent sobs.  He wanted to apologize for being the exact opposite of what Ignis thought he was, but–

“S-sorry…”  He’d try.  He’d try again.  He’d try tomorrow.  When the sunlight hit him like a physical blow.  Over and over again.  For the rest of his life.

Ignis found Prompto’s face, stroking tears away. 

“Listen...” Still trying not to crowd him, he settled down, “You’ve nothing to apologise for... Some might say to grieve is the strongest thing of all...” 

Confessing to Prompto would be a first. He took a steady breath, thumbs tracing his cheekbones. He hadn’t said a thing to Gladio, though no doubt he knew enough on his own. To voice it would just be giving him permission to push the issue beyond his limits.

“This grief, it’s far larger than myself... I can’t- I can’t. I owe it to him, but I can’t.” 

He swallowed the rising anger, shaking his head to disperse thought after guilty thought, Prompto’s face cradled in his hands. 

“Do you understand? You don’t need to apologise, silly thing... You are doing splendidly. Perhaps someday I’ll be as brave as you... Just as you lead me through my darkest days, you continue to do so, purely by example. You don’t have to force happiness, Prompto. We will always be here for you, all of us, Noctis too...”  

[kn0pa]

[libraxelementia]

royalbratprince​:

@libraxelementia​

Okay.  Okay, good.  That was fine.  Ignore, forget, nothing to see there.  Anymore.  Openly.

…But…  “We’re, uh.  Good.  Right?  Not that we wouldn’t be good, I just–  I wanted to–  Make sure.  It’s cool.  We’re cool.  And not just… super awkwardly avoiding each other forever.”  Although maybe that’d be for the best considering maybe inviting conversation was a bad idea except that it was too late to stop himself…

Even whilst burning up, wishing he’d crumble to dust and dissipate, Ignis’ concern was for Noctis. The last thing he wanted was for him to feel he’d caught him doing something wrong. 

“It’s all perfectly fine... Oh, come now, as if I’d ever ignore you.” 

Despite flashing him a wry smile, he glanced away. It was all too easy to picture what Noct had been wearing in the mirror. He refused to let his mind wander down that road. 

“Do be careful in your... endeavours, won’t you?” 

[merwild]

Decided to give a bit of my time to Gladio because I’ve drawn him only once, more than a year ago, and this isn’t right. And his tattoo works so well in black and white. 

[amicitiaeclipse]

@aegisregalis

[magemg]

Misc. ignoct from my twitter 🍴🎣

[libraxelementia]

painedprince​:

“Is that- Is that a smile, Mr. Scientia?” Noctis smirked.

“A trick of the light, I assure you.” 

Now he’s both smiling and flushed, easily dismantled before His Royal Highness. 

How dare you?

[libraxelementia]

painedprince​:

“What? I can’t say straight?”

He’s definitely not almost laughing. Nope. Not at all.

“Do try to behave yourself...” 

[painedprince]

"Only straight I am is a straight up bitch."

[libraxelementia]

“Language, Noct!”

[lukas-musings]

     I’m 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 supposed to know ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ what to do. 

                                          Why don’t I now? 

[emy-san]

The beginning of a journey.

[2urbles]

[libraxelementia]

From @xamicitia [ aftercare ] one muse to patch up the other after rough sex (specify which is which) -glad is sorry for his bigness

INTIMACY TURNED ANGSTY MEMES

@xamicitia

The yelp as Gladio manhandled him, albeit with concern, was indignant. 

There wasn’t time for aftercare, at least not on Ignis’ part; he could live without it. It was his own fault for giving in to such ridiculous desires, especially in the middle of a heated argument. 

He still felt as though he was on fire, all over, inside and out, hips bruised, chest heaving with every breath, cheeks flushed at the utter humiliation of it all. It had been a while since he’d engaged in full intercourse. Gladio wasn’t exactly easy to handle. Gladio had climaxed, he had not, but it had been an aggressive competition of getting him to finish first to start with. Get it over with. I’ll ride you senseless and perhaps it’ll shut you up for a week or two.

“Please, what are you trying to... I- I’m fine, it’s fine, I didn’t tear. Gladio!” 

His partner’s prying hands cut his breathing short, his backside tenderly spread, leaving him on unabashed display. Another wave of heat tingled under his skin. He shot a glance over his shoulder. 

“If you’ve quite finished, I can... take care of myself. Alone, thank you.” 

[libraxelementia]

“ no! we’re not leaving you behind! ”

before the fall:     battle prompts.

He didn’t have the strength to bite back at that remark, having used it instead to wipe a smear of blood from Noct’s jaw. Unable to keep eye contact with him so desolate, Ignis shot a desperate look towards Gladio. 

Please. I’m trapped, you know it. 

“... Take him away, please. Go!” 

[libraxelementia]

"I'm just so fucking tired." ((Haaa x2.))

Comfort Starters

“I know... I know.” 

As they sat, weary to the bone, exhausted on every level, Ignis let his head rest against Noct’s. He didn’t apologise, hesitate, or question it. He leant there, eyes closed, emotion welling in his throat, instead apologetic for the things he couldn’t change. 

“If I could somehow give you another life... If I could take this all on, take it away for you, I would, in a heartbeat. I swear it. It would be the easiest decision of my life. It would already be yours.” 

The bath running, soft fabrics, the safety and comfort; it was all liminal. Fleeting. Cruel.

[libraxelementia]

"Just tell me it’s gonna get better." ((Haaa.))

Comfort Starters

Still trying to coax Prompto out of a heap, Ignis reached for him, and failing that, rested a warm hand at the back of his neck. 

“Prompto...” He whispered. “It is going to get better. It doesn’t feel that way, I know, but I promise you, it will get better.” 

Somehow, someday, they’d move on. They had to. 

“You are stronger than anyone has given you credit for. I’m proud of you beyond belief.” 

[lazqrus]

FINAL FANTASY XV characters posters: Ignis Scienita

“Son of House Scientia, a family of royal retainers. Serious as he is studious, Ignis entered into Noctis’s service at the age of 6, caring after the crown prince from that day forward. On the road, he acts as a caretaker for the entire crew, driving the car and balancing their books. He also monitors the group’s nutrition, effortlessly preparing exquisite meals — the result of many hours of culinary practice.”

[libraxelementia]

“ actually i’m…i’m really not okay. ”

Comfort Starters

"If you let me in, Novus, we can speak about this. Although I talk to the wall more often than I’d like around here, talking to a door is where I draw the line.” 

Softening his tone, Ignis tried the handle, “If there’s ever a problem, anything at all, I’m here for you, no matter what. Let’s have a proper chat, shall we?”