#ofguidanceandcharge

[thekingsshield]

@ofguidanceandcharge

    “So, should I lose the tanktop then, if you’re talking about carnal desire? Seems like the perfect remedy to me.”

[rexmajestatis]

@ofguidanceandcharge

It was two in the morning when Noctis stumbled out of his bed and tripped his way towards the door. Someone pounding on it like a crazed rhinoceros had woken him up, though by the time he got to the door, the pounding had turned into what sounded like someone scrabbling at the lock with a key.

Noctis had a key to his own apartment, of course. Other than him, Ignis and Gladio had keys. His father had a key. A few members of the crownsguard had keys. So regardless of who was at the door, it probably didn’t mean anything good.

He flipped the deadbolt and yanked the door open, and Ignis stumbled past the threshold, key still in hand. He was still wearing the sweatshirt he sometimes slept in and he had hastily pulled on a pair of jeans. And he was shaking.

His eyes searched Noctis’s face for a moment before he reached up, cupping Noctis’s face in both hands before turning it, first to one side and then to the other. Checking to make sure he was alright, though for what reason, Noctis had no idea.

“Ignis?” Noctis finally managed, bewildered, as he tugged his head back, out of Ignis’s hands.

Ignis’s hands hovered in the air for a moment, like he hadn’t the slightest idea of what he was supposed to do with them just then, before they lowered enough to clench in the fabric of Noctis’s sleeves.

He slumped forward, still trembling as his forehead came to rest against Noctis’s shoulder.

Noctis’s hands came up to cup the back of Ignis’s head automatically, as if it was a well-established habit. “Easy, Specs,” he murmured with bemused concerned. “In two three, out two three,” he coached. “Just like you told me.”

Ignis’s breathing picked up, and it took Noctis a moment to realize he was laughing.

“I’ve never told you anything like that, Noct,” he informed Noctis’s shirt.

Noctis came up short, mouth opening to reply only to close again with a click as he realized he couldn’t actually remember when Ignis gave him that advice, only that he was positive that it had come from Ignis.

“But—“

“Something is going on, Noct,” Ignis stated, beginning to slowly straighten back up. Finally, he stepped the rest of the way inside and let the door close. “Or has been going on for quite some time, I suspect.”

Noctis tipped his head to one side, and finally he asked, “Ignis, what are you doing here?”

And Ignis told him of the dream he had, of walking through a throne room that smelled of rot and corpses, and of pulling a sword from his king’s chest and not being able to forget the sound it made.

“The day was saved, quite literally,” he stated at the end, voice low and his gaze caught somewhere just past Noctis’s shoulder before sliding back to his face. “And you were Bahamut’s tithe to save it.”

As he spoke, Ignis let go of Noctis’s arms with a startled jerk, as if he had forgotten what his hands were doing entirely.

At the end, Noctis wanted to feel…surprised? Incredulous? He wanted to roll his eyes and say that it was just a bad dream. But mostly he felt resigned, and an exhaustion that settled over him like too many years. But the feeling passed quickly.

Something was going on. In the way Ignis’s words felt true, and the way Prompto and Noctis had connected like long lost brothers the instant they ran into each other. In Luna’s periodic frustration in her notes, and in the way he and Gladio trained together like a well-oiled machine nearly from the first moment.

In the way Noctis had always known his father was hiding something from him, and how Ignis’s nightmare brought it startlingly to mind.

Something was going on, and it wasn’t good. Or…hadn’t been good? He couldn’t quite quantify the feeling.

Noctis began backing towards the couch, catching the end of Ignis’s sleeve to pull him along, too.

“So what’s going on?” Noctis asked as they settled on the couch, side by side with their shoulders pressed together. “You’re going to be my advisor eventually. Advise me.”

“This is a touch beyond my experience, Highness,” Ignis returned wryly. “I would ask Carbuncle, if I were you.”

Noctis hummed thoughtfully in reply, gaze drifting to the window. Even in the dead of the night, he could hear traffic. Eventually, Ignis’s weight against his shoulder began to get heavier.

“Let’s leave,” Noctis suggested suddenly, tearing his gaze away from the window. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he was pretty sure it was only a few minutes.

Ignis blinked up at him as if he had been falling asleep. “Pardon?” he asked, voice slightly groggy.

“You. Me. Prompto and Gladio. We could just…go,” Noctis mused, and he let his head fall back against the couch cushion, watching light shift across the ceiling. “Just say ‘fuck it’ and leave.”

Ignis was quiet for a few moments, until eventually he asked, “Where would we go?”

Noctis shrugged one shoulder. “Hadn’t really gotten that far,” he admitted, not particularly troubled by the lacking information.

They lapsed into silence again. Noctis was nearly asleep when Ignis observed quietly, “I’ve heard lovely things about Altissia.”

[ofimmortal-moved]

ofguidanceandcharge replied to your post: Someone give me a thread of Ignis and Cor bonding...

an apron and nothing else �� ��

I mean if you wanna go that way. Iggy might not get anything done. 

[igniitxd-blog]

@ofguidanceandcharge replied to your post: well shit.

can’t find any. not a single one

CRIES he’s literally The Best™

[leorugiet]

ofguidanceandcharge replied to your post: I’ve reblogged that gif of Cor jumping like a...

so flexible. so very flexible.

Imagine how many Crownsguard stand around the training room watching Cor stretch his body.

[culinarystrategist]

@ofguidanceandcharge

//someone would visit your iggy's place and think he's some kind of sex fiend but he's just. oblivious//

Yes.

@trashkingizunia

[ Ardyn keeps on giving, one day being hopeful that Ignis will get it... one day he's just gonna stick his dick in him ]

No.

[saecris]

ofguidanceandcharge replied to your post “hi, i’m nine and i’m a slut for people headcanoning how their muses’...”

my main oc's semblance fucks him up over the course of his life and lemme tell u it is not pretty

like the concentration of aura from there is gradually eroding at his frontal lobe and he'll eventually not be able to stop his semblance from manifesting--his semblance is one that renders him berserk so it's kinda a problem

dude, that sounds rad. i mean not for him, but it’s a cool concept.

basedmercury replied to your post “hi, i’m nine and i’m a slut for people headcanoning how their muses’...”

(what is mercs semblance tho lmao)

i bet it’s lookin’ fine in booty shorts.

[solisaeternum]

ofguidanceandcharge replied to your post: ofguidanceandcharge replied to your post “au in...

is it like storming because i’ve just looked at a lightning map and holy balls that storm front could return at any time lmfao god why

it’s not storming here but i’m all the way up in the north-east and i dont think????? we’re meant to have any. they keep missing us :’) just v much rain.