Failed-attempt of mine for @ignoctweek‘s Timed Quest Prompt: “Sometimes I don’t know if I want to kiss you or strangle you.”
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Title: Twice-fold
There are two figures dashing through the night, their shadows perfectly melting into the darkness.
One of the men, whose hair is black with eyes as blue as the sky, laughs all the while throwing his head back.
As though no other sound existed, his laughter echoes loudly.
The other man, whose hair is brown with eyes as green as the forest, quickly smacks the former chastising him for his behavior.
He pulls a finger to his lips and softly whispers out, “Shh…”
“Pfft, you’re too uptight, Iggy!” says the ravenette with a roll of his eyes.
The man referred to as ‘Iggy,’ smacks the him again, “That’s ‘Specs’, remember?”
Rubbing his shoulder while sticking a tongue out he responds, “Yeah, yeah, my bad, Specs~”
The brunette sighs all the while rubbing his forefingers along his temples, “Thankfully we weren’t caught, which quite frankly I’m amazed at seeing how poorly you were handling the situation… Need I remind you we’re not here to play games, Gar?”
“Yeah… About that, can I still change my name? ‘Gar’ doesn’t sound, y’know, dangerous.”
Specs shakes his head and pats Gar on the shoulder, “The name isn’t what strikes fear into the public, it’s the individual behind said name that does.”
With a straight face Gar responds, “Okay cool, cause Specs is a stupid name too.”
“Noct—”
“Yes, Ignis?” responds Gar with a cheeky grin.
“Unbelievable… That’s what you are unbelievable.”
Gar simply places his hand on Specs shoulder as well and tilts his head to the side, “Unbelievably incredible, yeah?”
“Stop that.”
“Make me~” teased Gar with a soft purr.
Inhaling a deep breath, Specs released out slow and steady, trying to regain his composure and most definitely his patience.
“Man do I really take your breath away or what?”
“Okay, that does it! As soon as we get home I’m not talking to you for the remainder of the night,” announced Specs with a deep aggravated sigh.
Gar’s face turned into shock and horror hearing the words come out of his partners mouth, “W-What!? But you promised you’d stay the night over, what the hell are we supposed to all night if you won’t talk to me?!”
“You should have thought about that before you tested my patience.”
Pouting his lips, Gar huffed out a breath before extending his arm out towards Specs, offering his satchel up, “Here then. Take my share, will that cheer you up?”
“Your share? Please, you’re only offering this up because you’re afraid I’ll slip vegetables into your dishes,” says Specs as takes the offered satchel, “I’ll have you know I cannot be bribed with material objects.”
“Wait, first off, I didn’t even think about the vegetable thing, but now that you mentioned it, please don’t. Second, I know you don’t get any sleep when your mad so I’m more doing you a favor. Now thirdly—”
“Noct, care to explain this?” asked Specs as he finished peeking into the satchel, “I thought we had agreed to steal the Ocean’s Kiss?”
Pulling out the object found inside, he opened his palm to reveal a pile of small deep green gemstone, “Why is the Meadow’s Song here?”
As though realizing what had transpired Specs looked at Gar and questioned, “Y-You didn’t—”
Sticking his tongue out, Gar winked back, “Surpise?”
From a distance they heard the sound of a whistle blowing and the faint shouting of the security that was after them.
“Welp, looks like the cats out of the bag. Meet back at my place, yeah Specs?” said Gar as he dashed for the escape ladder that was a few feet away from him, “Bring extra clothes too, I ain’t lettin’ you leave just after one night!”
“Gar, you get back here this instant!” shouted Specs yet to no avail as the ravenette flew up the ladder and was no longer in sight, “Tch…!”
Knowing he couldn’t stay there any longer either, Specs made a quick escape and returned back to his home.
Later that night, the two met up no longer in the black attires that they wore earlier that fit ever so closely to their skin, but were now in their casual attire reminding them of their roles: A prince and an Advisor.
Noctis was playing on the console when Ignis entered the room and placed a plate of fries onto the wood surface, “So I take it you aren’t mad anymore, Iggy?”
Scoffing, Ignis rolled his eyes and looked down at Noctis, “Please, I’m adult enough to let something as childish as that go.”
“Sweet, then come share these with me!” said Noctis as he scooted closer to the edge so he could reach for a fresh baked fry.
“Actually Noct—”
“Oh what the hell did you put in this!?” questioned Noctis as he spat out the fry he had stuffed into his mouth, “It tastes like—”
“Pumpkin to be exact.”
“Iggy!”
Sitting down beside Noctis, Ignis pushed his glasses up his nose and smiled smugly, “I said I’m adult enough to let go of the fact that you stole the wrong jewel we were after, but I never said I was adult to forget that you had consistently teased me back there.”
“I-I was just trying to spice up the action!”
“No matter, Your Highness, imagine the King’s reaction if he found out his son, the Prince, was a jewel thief.”
“Hey, we make a great team you think I’d be going down alone?”
“Hmmhmm, you do have a point, I can’t allow my partner in crime be caught now can we?”
“Exactly.” Purred Noctis as he swiftly and soothingly moved himself onto Ignis’ lap, “Now, how are you going to make it up to me?”
“Make it up to you? I’m sorry, but I don’t recall me screwing up our mission.”
“Come on Ignis, learn to take a joke!” shouted Noctis as he shook Ignis’ shoulders back and forth in a playful manner.
No longer able to keep a straight face Ignis laughed behind his hand in a failed attempt to cover his charade, thus resulting in Noctis shaking him even harder, “You ass, you’re messing with me!”
Reaching up to cup Noctis’ cheeks, Ignis brought Noctis down so they could touch their foreheads together, “Wasn’t it you earlier that said I need to learn to take a joke? Perhaps you had it the wrong way?”
“Dammit Iggy, sometimes I can’t decide if I want to kiss you or strangle you.”
“Let’s hope it’s not the latter wouldn’t you agree?”
No being able to get mad at his advisor, Noctis can’t help resist the temptation he has to kiss the man beneath. So like any thief with an itch for mischief, he does so and like the fellow beneath him, the feeling is mutual.
Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV
Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia
Language: English
Summary: Noct had a plan. Had being the key word.
Notes: @ignoctweek Time Quest: “Noctis eats his vegetables.”
Okay so this is an AU in a Modern Setting. Noctis was never attacked by a daemon, which means his personality he had before the attack is still in tact. Ignis talks about this - about how Noct was a more lively child before the attack. So this is my take on how Noctis would be, though I still consider him IC for the most part.
Well things weren’t exactly going to plan.
Noctis put his hands on his hips and looked at the explosion of sauce. The guts of the food were scattered across the stove, on the wall, and, of course, on him. Not exactly what he was going for – the opposite actually. That stuff was supposed to still be in the pot. He blew a breath out of puffed cheeks and just stared at the mess. The clock on the stove indicated it was… six something. The sauce that was slowly rolling down the back of the oven obscured the rest of the numbers. Wonderful.
When he heard keys at the door, he cringed. Well that would be Ignis and there was no way he could get this cleaned within the thirty seconds that it was going to take his assistant to get into his apartment.
So he just stood there.
Ignis entered the kitchen as he always did when he first arrived, and stopped. He joined Noct, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the aftermath.
“What… happened?”
“Y’know, if I knew what happened it probably wouldn’t have happened.”
“Did you cook?”
“Uh… more or less.”
There were a few beats, then Ignis started to chuckle. He pushed a hand through his hair and Noctis’ attention switched to his assistant, admiring the smile and the way his hair fell back into his face. He hadn’t styled it today, which meant it had been a busy day and he hadn’t had time to do so. Noct couldn’t help the way a grin appeared on his face as Ignis continued to laugh.
“So you’ve decided to take an interest in the culinary arts?”
Noct smiled and looked away. “Something like that.”
Ignis’ laughter died slowly in his throat before he cleared it. “Well I suppose we should start cleaning.”
It took an hour, and Noct was certain they didn’t get all of it. He was going to be cleaning this stuff out of his ears for days, he knew it. This was going to take a crew of professionals, not just two people. But it was deemed acceptable to Ignis for the moment, mostly because, at this point in the evening, they were both getting hungry
“Specs, I need you to teach me how to cook,” Noct told him, leaning against the counter as Ignis rummaged through his refrigerator. Noctis’ eyes roamed over Ignis’ frame. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and he’d abandoned his suit jacket and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. He really liked to see the skull necklace he’d given Ignis a few years ago dangling from his neck. And man did his ass look good in those pants. He would have to explode his kitchen more often if Ignis was going to look this wonderfully disheveled after helping to clean it.
Ignis peaked his head over his shoulder, giving the younger man a skeptical look. “I’m not sure there’s any hope for you, Noct.”
That made him toss his head back to laugh. “A student is only as good as his teacher,” he pointed out.
Straightening up, Ignis was removing an assortment of vegetables from his search. When he looked once more at Noct, he was making a disgusted face and glaring at the vegetables. “Well, Noct, if you would truly like to learn I believe we can make a deal.”
A deal? Okay… maybe things were going more to plan than Noctis had originally believed. The explosion had set him off track. He lifted an eyebrow at his friend and crossed the kitchen to lean against the closed fridge as Ignis set some sort of pepper on a chopping board. “What kind of deal?” he challenged, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’ll teach you to cook, if you eat your vegetables.”
Noct stuck his tongue out. “Not really sure that’s a deal,” he pointed out.
“You asked to be taught. You’d be getting something out of it as well,” Ignis countered, dipping his head sideways at Noctis.
Prompto’s advice was bouncing around in his brain and he bit down on his lip. Ignis had his back turned now as he moved to the knife set for the appropriate blade. Even Ignis’ back was even nice to look at. Lean and deceptively muscled – which Noct knew because Ignis would often join him during his personal training sessions with Gladio – underneath his dress shirt. Wow he really didn’t think he’d be this nervous.
“I have a counter offer,” he blurted. Yes, good. Better to get it out. What’s the worst that could happen?
Oh he really wished he hadn’t asked himself that question because now Ignis was turning around and putting a hand on his hip in a challenge. “Let’s hear it then,” he smirked.
“How about…” Noct’s voice caught in his throat and his eyes widened. He couldn’t stop now, that was a bad plan – that was the opposite of the plan. He just needed to blurt it out, just say it and then he couldn’t take it back. “How about we just don’t cook?”
“Don’t cook?”
No that was wrong. “I mean… okay. I’ll eat my vegetables…” He looked away from Ignis. There was no way he could do this while looking at the other man. He looked to the left of Ignis’ hip, staring at the knob on the bottom cabinet. “I will eat my vegetables,” he repeated determinedly, “if you… let me take you out to dinner.”
Maybe there would be an explosion now. That would be preferable to the heavy silence that had just fallen over the kitchen. He dared a hesitant look back to Ignis, who’s eyes had widened and his lips were parted – no don’t look at his lips – while he took deep breaths. He started to answer, then stopped. Started again, then stopped again. Not really the reaction Noctis had been hoping for, but it was better than him laughing in his face.
“As… a date?”
Yes.
Or that’s what Noct wanted to say.
Instead he balked. “Whaaat? A date?” He made a pfff sound with his lips and tossed his arms in Ignis’ direction. “No not a date. Y’know I just wanted… to, y’know, just I don’t feel like cooking, right? So we should just go get food and I’d just… pay for it… for no reason.” He hesitated. All the word vomit that he’d wanted to come out when he was actually trying to ask Ignis out was now trying to snatch those words back out of the air. Not according to plan at all.
“Because I should pay, because… I’m the one that made the mess… so that’s why. That’s all.” Oh god he couldn’t stop. “A date? Ignis. Specs. Iggy. Igs. No. Not a date. Where… a date? Who said something about a date? You’re the only one saying anything about a date, Iggy, that’s all on you I hope you take full responsibility for your actions, y’know. Because a date? A date?” Noctis looked to Ignis, faltering. “Where… where would you get… an idea… like that?” He trailed off, his words going quiet and he looked pointedly at the floor, as if it would collapse and take him with it because oh god this was not going well at—
“I’d be delighted to go on a date with you, Noct.”
Wait, what?
Hadn’t he just heard all of that? And he’d be… delighted?
“You would?” Noctis looked up at him through his bangs.
Ignis was smiling at him so fondly that Noct thought he might throw up. Ignis was so good looking it was basically unfair. “Yes,” he reconfirmed. “I would.”
Noctis ducked his head again, trying to hide the smile that had fought its way to his lips. “Oh. Well… yeah… okay then… let’s do that…” He dug the front of his foot into the tile, biting down on his cheek to try to force the smile away. “I should ah… probably change.”
His assistant nodded. “Yes, as should I. Luckily I keep a spare suit here.”
“What? Where?”
“Spare bedroom.”
Noct downturned his lips, considering. Ignis was always prepared. Apparently always prepared enough to not go to dinner looking disheveled, and Noctis tried not to be slightly disappointed. “Cool… cool. So uh… We should get dressed then…” He nodded slowly, pushing himself away from the fridge, suddenly grateful he’d had the coolness at his back when he’d posed the initial question. “I’ll just… y’know… get dressed. Then we can go eat.” He threw his arms out to the side and bowed.
He fled the room after that, his expression horrified. He bowed? Why did he bow? What was wrong with him?
When he got to his room, however, realization crashed into him. He was about to take Ignis on a date. Ignis was about to go on a date with him. Beautiful, perfect, organized, attentive, childhood friend Ignis.
The only downside to this entire situation – okay one of two downsides because oh god he bowed – was that now he would have to eat his vegetables. Ignis wasn’t going to forget that little detail.
The newest timed quest updated today; back to the battle challenges. Any summons (including carbuncle) will void your score, and also not permitted to use ragnarok or ring of the lucii to complete.
maegmariel replied to your photoset “The newest timed quest updated today; back to the battle challenges....”
If you're still having problems getting them to spawn, rent a chocobo and go on top of the stone arches
Aaaaaa thank you! I keep forgetting that we can explore properly on our birbs now so I didn’t even think of that.
So there you go anyone else struggling to spawn them! They are on the big stone arcs, and don’t worry about falling off mid battle you do get warp points for them.
Now I am going to explode with happiness because of getting to go against the Dread Behemoth again MY PRECIOUS FLUFFY PUPPER LET ME DESTROY YOU ♥♥♥
