can i request for the 5 word prompt "time passes slower without you" for iggy and noct? ouo
This was longer than I planned it to be, but oh boy this was fun to write! Thank you so much for the prompt~!
Ignis doesn’t remember Noct’sapartment being this hazy. He looks out the window - it’s dusk, and the room iscast in dark orange and brown. He reaches to his face, checking to make surehis glasses are on. The room feels too blurred even as he pushes the spectaclesup his nose.
“Hey.”
He’d know that voiceanywhere. Ignis turns and Noct is leaning against the bar separating the denand the kitchen. He’s smiling, arms crossed over his chest - clear as dayagainst the fuzziness of the room.
“Hi.”
It’s all he can think to say.Dinner isn’t ready yet – there’s no smells wafting through the halls or heatcoming from the kitchen. No lights are on. He always has dinner ready when Noctgets home. It would already be done but…
“I’m dreaming,” he realizes.
“Yeah.”
Ignis manages to look overhis shoulder at the window. There’s no city outside, only light. The apartmentis clean, furnished, but lacking the character that Noct brought. It wasn’t right. This wasn’t Insomnia.
Noctthough, Noct was right. He was real.Ignis would know if he wasn’t. He knew the prince too well.
“Where…how?” He’s stammering. Noctis is real, but this place isn’t.
“Thecrystal.” Noct unfolds his arms and stands straight. He seems too mature in hismovements than his twenty-year-old appearance. “Remember?”
“I…vaguely.”
He’strying to think. It feels like there’s a fog over his mind and the only thingthat’s shining is Noct.
Noct.
Hisback is towards the crystal. He’s too far away for Ignis to reach him but – he can’tmove his legs or his body. There’s a hand on his shoulder, keeping him uprightand the only thing he can see clearly is Noct, just like now. It’s bright andhe sees the prince – no, the king –nod, solemn and determined. He nods back, encouraging but worried. Noct’s backturns to him and he walks into the light—
“Youshouldn’t be here,” he says abruptly. He remembers.
Achuckle, and Noct takes a step to him. “I know,” he agrees.
“Noct,”he murmurs. “I miss you.”
“I missyou, too.” He scratches the back of his neck. “I’ve been planning this forawhile. It’s not easy.” His eyes leave Ignis’s and he looks down at his hands.They’re cracked, the lines glowing pale blue. “Don’t think I can hold for muchlonger but I just… I wanted to see you.”
“Youshould be resting, gaining your strength.”
“You soundjust like Bahamut – who isn’t too happy with you, by the way.”
Ignisfinds it in himself to be pleased by that. “Well I’m not too fond of him,myself.” He’s glaring, but the thought of a god’s wrath frightens him verylittle in comparison to the possibility of losing Noctis.
Noctlaughs, and oh Ignis has missed that.“How long has it been? Since I left?”
Heisn’t sure. He thinks and he can feel the room shift. The furniture is fadingand the light is getting brighter. The cracks move up Noct’s hands and to hiselbow. How long has it been… ah,there.
“Eightyears.”
Noctisblows a breath out of puffed cheeks. “Years?”
“Youdidn’t know?”
Heshakes his head then tilts it to the side, smiling fondly as he steps closer.The floor fades beneath his feet, but Ignis isn’t afraid he’ll fall. “Timepasses slower without you.”
Ohgod, Ignis loves him.
“Thatsounds like something I would say,” he smiles and steps forward. The floor isgone. He won’t fall.
“Iknow,” Noct murmurs. “That’s how I knew you’d like it.”
“You’reright.” He does.
Noct’seyes scan his face then trail down his body. “You don’t look older.”
“Neitherdo you.”
Hehums, gaze drifting to what’s left of the apartment. “Must be the dream.” Thelines of blue have extended to Noct’s neck, noticeable as he looks up.
“CanI hold you?”
“I’mnot ready to leave yet,” Noct whispers, brow drawn in as he looks back toIgnis.
“I’mwaiting for you,” Ignis promises. “I’ll always wait for you.” Another stepcloser, an arm’s reach away and the light is getting so bright it’s turned fromorange to white.
“Iknow.”
Heisn’t ready. This hasn’t been long enough. Ignis looks around but everything isgone. The floor beneath his feet evaporated, but the footing is still solid.Are they floating? His lips turn downward as he inspects their lack ofsurroundings.
Thisis a dream.
“I’mwaking up.”
Noctsighs and nods. “Yeah.” A beat then a hand is brushing against his own. “I’msorry.”
It’sa dream but Noct is real. Noct isreal. Noct is real. He turns his hand over and takes the one Noctis offers. It’sreal. The cracks are brighter now,spreading slowly up Noct’s jaw and cheeks but his eyes are still blue, stillhis.
“I’mglad to see you.” There’s not time to waste on apologies.
Nocttakes one more step to close the distance. “I’ll be back soon.” The light hasspread and if it were anyone but Noct, it would be too bright to see. Ignisdoesn’t dare to blink.
“AndI’ll be waiting,” he promises again. No apologies, only promises.
Asmile then an inviting tilt of his head. Ignis takes the moment happily,closing the distance between their lips. And for just a moment it’s real.
Ignisgasps for air, shooting up in his bed. He looks around desperately but Noctisis gone and he’s in the guest room in Tenebrae. Ravus is down the hall, likelyasleep, and Gladio and Prompto are in Lestallum.
Realitycrashes into him, and his first instinct is sadness. Tears leap forward and hecloses his eyes against them, his mind fights. Perhaps loneliness isacceptable, but sadness is not. Noct is alive and strong. He sounded sure ofhimself and his promise of soon mustbe true.
So,no tears. He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, exhaling slowly throughhis mouth.
you keep talking about ignis’s thighs so I just uh...got carried away. enjoy <3
It’s not Noct’s fault that Ignis wears shirt stays, so frankly he can’t be held accountable for the way he loves to help Ignis take them off at night.
Not like Ignis needs any help, of course. He’s the most capable person in Lucis. Noct doesn’t think that incompetent people are the types to even bother to wear shirt stays. It puts Ignis in a very select group of very competent people, and that alone is hot as hell.
The thing about shirt stays, though, is that you have to have the thighs to wear them.
Ignis does.
Ignis also can’t keep still.
“Aren’t you supposed to be the patient one?” Noct grumbles, fiddling with the strap on Ignis’s left leg.
Ignis sighs. The muscle of his thigh jumps beneath Noct’s touch. “One can’t help it when he has his prince kneeling at his feet.”
“You’re acting like that’s a universal sort of problem.”
“It would be, if everyone had someone like you.”
Noctis snorts and redoubles his efforts, unclipping Ignis’s shirt from the bands of the stays. He runs his fingers down the length of Ignis’s thigh, hooking his fingers underneath the strap and bringing it down his leg. Ignis lifts his foot to allow him to set the strap aside; when he does, the muscle in his leg tenses beside Noct’s cheek, proof of his strength in motion. Noct sucks in a quiet breath, throwing the shirt stay onto the floor to be collected later, and turns his head to kiss Ignis’s thigh on a wild instinct.
Ignis’s breath hitches, and Noct smiles. He moves on to the next leg, but Ignis won’t stop fidgeting.
“Quit it,” Noct warns, “or I’ll bite.”
Ignis raises an eyebrow. “I never said I was averse to that.”
“Oh, really?” Noct asks, not changing his tone, trying to hide the way that he’s gone into full-on holy shit mode. They’ve never broached this particular subject before, but apparently Noct’s body is very happy that they have. “So if I did this-“
He leans in, tugging the shirt stay aside, and bites down right on Ignis’s thigh, digging his teeth in as hard as he dares. He can taste the faint salt of the day’s sweat on Ignis’s skin, but he doesn’t quite mind. The muscle of Ignis’s thigh tenses beneath him, and Noct can hear the low whine that Ignis lets out above him. He pulls away, kissing the bite mark he’d left just to finish it off.
“So you wouldn’t be averse to that?” he asks, and he grins.
Ignis looks down at him, eyes gone dark green from behind his long lashes. “Enjoying yourself?” he asks, and his voice is low enough to send Noct’s heart racing.
Noct sucks another mark into Ignis’s thigh, knowing that it’ll darken to scarlet soon enough. “Are you?” he asks. When Ignis gives a low groan of response, Noct murmurs, “Then so am I.” He slides the other shirt stay from Ignis’s thigh and lets it fall to the ground, rising up on his knees to kiss a line up to where Ignis’s underwear begins. He raises his hands to the waistband, tucking his fingers underneath as he looks up at Ignis once more. “Do you want me to keep going?”
“I wouldn’t be averse,” Ignis murmurs, tangles his gloved fingers in Noct’s hair, and Noct resolves to do this a lot more often.
thayes replied to your post “thayes replied to your post “Gaaaang. I love hawks pls @ hori dont...”
I know!!!!!! I love him lots too I so hope nothing bad happens to him im so worried about where his story is gonna go ;u;
same!! ONE FEAR is that because they are keeping his undercover mission extra secret even from other pro heroes, if something goes wrong/the mission fails all the fault might fall on him. Like he would either lose people’s trust (which is something he pointed out to dabi that he didn’t want to lose) or he will d** and his name will be tainted. EITHER WAY I DON’T SEE NOTHING GOOD COMING OUT OF HIS PERSONAL ARC AND IM DYING
@thayes replied to your post:Just imagine twenty-something Cor still in denial...
dad cor and his son prompto gives me life that should have been Canon
ITS WHAT THEY DESERVE..........grumpy old-at-heart Cor melting and somehow raising the happiest ball of sunshine ever........having a very good relationship and Prompto growing up with the other 3!! All I want pls 😭
thayes replied to your post “Gaaaang. I love hawks pls @ hori dont kill. Cant draw him right bUT...”
hes also sooooo tiny? hes the perfect character combo love everything about him
smol and a lil shit with a tragic past aljkdfgfdj i could talk about him all day?? I love everything about this character even those red hot chili wings of his, his admiration for endeavor, his stupid cannibalistic puns, his ideals for what it means to be a hero, his goals, his goddamn cool af quirk, jkdfa i’ll stop now bc i won’t otherwise haha
@thayes replied to your post: @thayes replied to your post:Just imagine...
Growing up in the citadel the entirety of the glaives woulda been his family. Ofc cor isnt always-there but but prom is never without soneone to care for him
Yeeeess. Prompto is the happiest baby because he has so much attention all the time. Iggy and Gladio watch over him and Noct too (Clarus is like “thank god, Gladio’s stopped asking about siblings”). Prom hangin with the glaives and keeping everyones moods up with his babbling and happy wiggles. Cor sometimes nearly has to fight for his son back because no one wants to let him go 😂
