#thirdgymbabes

[negativpotato]

zer0 in 56!!

he’s gonna drop some uwus!!

[triplehelix]

“your hair is so soft” for ashes ignoct?

Hello! This took a little while, but I wanted to do this prompt justice. Hope you enjoy :)

With the coronation over, the Citadel falls silent at last. The celebrations are over and Insomnia drifts off to sleep once more, but Ignis and Noct remain awake for now. The two of them sit on the edge of Noct’s bed, slowly taking off their shoes and decorative jewelry. There’s no rush. Not anymore.

There’s still a flush on Ignis’s cheeks from the bitter cold of the night outside. Noctis decides he likes the way it looks on him and closes his eyes, leaning his head on Ignis’s shoulder. Ignis raises his hand almost automatically, tangling his fingers in Noct’s hair.

“Your heart is still racing,” Ignis murmurs. “Is something on your mind?”

Noct snorts, “The crown? Royalty? Something like that.”

“You’re worried?”

“Try terrified.” Noctis rubs at his jaw, frowning when his fingers skitter over a few stray hairs that he’d missed while shaving. “I’ve got a whole nation of people to protect now.” Not as if he hadn’t been doing it before, but it’s official now. He swore an oath to them.

“They all cheered for you.”

“It took them a second.” Noct scowls. “They saw my face.” On instinct, he clenches his fist, staring down at the cracked gray skin there. He knows it’s reflected in his face.

“None of that,” Ignis chides. His fingers, free of gloves, trace along the burn scars on Noct’s face. He pushes a strand of hair behind Noct’s ear, smiling at him. “I’m sure you look wonderful. Lucis is lucky to have you.” He pauses, smile faltering for a moment, and adds, “I’m lucky to have you.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m the king,” Noct mutters, but he smiles anyway, and he knows that Ignis can hear it in his voice.

“My king,” Ignis corrects, and he tugs at Noct’s hands, urging him up and into his lap. Noctis obeys without question, settling in with his thighs straddling the warm, solid bulk of Ignis’s torso. Ignis holds him by the waist, smiling up at him even though Noct knows that he can’t quite see him. Ignis finds him, though. He always does.

Taken aback by the reality of Ignis and all that he is, Noct kisses him, holding him by the cheeks to keep him from pulling away. Ignis hums, pressing back with equal enthusiasm, and Noct runs his fingers through his hair, messing it up out of its careful formal style.

“Your hair is so soft,” Noct muses, tucking a strand of it behind Ignis’s ear. “It’s wonderful. What if I just-“

“Noct.”

“Hush.” And Noctis takes the crown of the kings from his own hair, untucking it from behind his ear. It gleams silver in his hands, dangerous and elegant and beautiful. Noct had never thought it was his sort of accessory, regal necessities be damned. But there’s an idea sparking in his brain, and he heeds its call, reaching out and sliding the crown into place behind Ignis’s ear instead.

The silver is bright against the dark bronze and gold and brown of Ignis’s hair, bringing out the storm cloud shine in his gray-green eyes. Ignis ducks his head, cheeks reddening once more, and Noctis knows he’s won. Ignis has always had a weakness for the crown. Noct leans back and sighs. “It looks good on you.” And it does. It really, really does. “Maybe you should be the king.”

“I’m content to be at your side,” Ignis tells him fondly, but he doesn’t take off the crown. He just smiles and runs his thumb along the seam of Noct’s lips until he feels him do the same. “My king. My Noct.”

Noct leans in and kisses Ignis once more, and that’s the last thing either of them says for a long, long time.

[negativpotato]

@thirdgymbabes replied to your post “thoughts that kept me up last night: rhys and vaughn could never swap...”

suggestion: they swap them anyway and look really stupid

@m0rdecawreplied to your post:

^^^^^

hang on, hang on, I’ve got a surprise for you guys

[triplehelix]

„Please don’t shut me out.” and ignoct of course for the drabble thing

Thanks for the prompt! Here’s some Premium Angst:

Zegnautus has them all on edge.

Gladio’s pacing the halls outside, keeping an eye out for any rogue MTs; he insists that the rest of them get some sleep while he’s patrolling. Prompto’s long since passed out on one of the cots, curled in on himself under the meager sheets. Noct doesn’t know when he last got any sleep, and he doesn’t want to disturb him.

It’s hard to tell if Ignis is asleep. He’s sitting in a bed against the wall of their dormitory, leaning against the cement for support. Noct can’t tell if his eyes are closed because of the pain or because of slumber. He hopes it’s the latter.

“I know you’re watching me, you know.”

Noct ducks his head sheepishly, trying to ignore the way his heart flutters simultaneously with surprise and pride. So Ignis’s instincts haven’t dulled with the loss of his sight. “Sorry, Specs.” He makes his way over to Ignis’s bunk. “Can’t sleep?”

“So much has happened,” Ignis says softly. “I don’t know how I could. Sleep only brings back reminders.” He opens his mouth to say something more, but then he stops himself. “Never mind. It’s nothing.” His voice is strangely tight.

Reminders of when he was blinded? “Ignis,” he says quietly. “Ignis, please. Don’t shut me out.”

Ignis shakes his head. Tears leak out from between his closed eyelids, streaming past the places where some horrible nameless threat has left him scarred. “I-” he begins, but then he shakes his head again, more violently, and chokes out a sudden sob.

Noct can’t decide if he should get closer or give Ignis his space. He’s never seen Ignis like this before; he’s never seen him break down. “Ignis, I-”

“I don’t want to lose you, Noct,” Ignis whispers.

“You won’t lose me,” Noct promises, though he’s not sure what Ignis is talking about, and he kisses Ignis on the forehead, slow and reverent. “We’ll get the Crystal, and we’ll get out of here.”

Ignis reaches out for him, burying his fingers in the fabric of Noct’s shirt. He pulls him close. “Please let that be true.” Something shudders in his voice; something desperate.

“I promise,” Noct swear, and he means it.

[elexuscal]

how about final fantasy 15 and/or yakuza for the osmosis thing?

- Okay. So. Final Fantasy. I know about Final Fantasy as a whole. Japanese RPG, one of the progenitors of the genre. Started in classic 8-bit style, now known for extremely high graphics over... everything else. But I honestly can’t tell you any individual game apart from each other. I think there might be giant bird creatures??

- Yakuza is the term for Japanese organised crime gangs, yes? And I do believe there are semi-open world video games based on them. Where, presumably, you do... crime stuff? Like, maybe similar to Grand Theft Auto, but with tighter writing?

[triplehelix]

can i just say how incredibly thankful i am that you didn’t magically cure ignis’ blindness in ashes, it’s the one thing that completely ruins a post-game fic for me and i’m just so glad that you didn’t go there (sorry this is kind of out of nowhere but i’m getting really frustrated with all the fics i’ve had to drop because of this, but at least ashes will always be there for me)

oh hey, I really appreciate that. like...when I approached it and decided to give noct his different magic, I knew it was going to be a question - if you can heal scourge wounds with it, you can heal anything, right? but it just felt wrong to me to take away such a crucial part of who ignis was, so I omitted crystal-inflicted wounds from the roster of Curable Things (thus including both the blindness and all of noct’s scarring). so, yeah. I’m happy that the decision was one that people appreciate.

(also I hope it’s okay that I published this? lmk if you want me to get rid of it)

[thecolourofsunrise]

grass

my favorite pokemon of that type: Roserade

my second favorite pokemon of that type: Lilligant

the cutest pokemon of that type: Rowlet

least favorite pokemon of that type: Hoppip

[dont-ever-forget-the-tears]

thirdgymbabes replied to your photoset “It’s over for you now. tbh this case has probably been my least...”

yeah this is definitely my least favourite case in the trilogy, so many characters that annoy me or rub me the wrong way. i'll take turnabout big top over this one any day

Yeah, that case may have had a ridiculous conclusion concerning the murder, but the journey getting there was much more engaging tbh.