“So, after we get to Hammerhead we’re going down to Galdin, right?” Prompto’s got his hands clenched into fists with his excitement, pressing against the table as he grins.
Ignis pushes his palm into the table opposite of Prompto, righting the table so the utensils don’t slide down to him. “Yes,” he agrees, handing Noctis the milk. “We’ll spend the weekend there before meeting Iris in Lestallum. Noct will have his fishing trip while–”
“While I finally meet this Dino guy about the paper,” Prompto finishes. He scoops up his spoon, dipping it into his cereal. “This is going to be the best roadtrip ever.”
Noct smirks down at his own cereal as he pours the milk over it. “Gladio, are you coming with us to Galdin or straight to Lestallum?”
From the fridge, Gladio leans out. “Are you kidding? I’m going to the beach. Iris is doing some internship thing in Lestallum over the weekend to get prepared for her Crownsguard training.” He joins them at the table with his breakfast protein drink, dropping icecubes into the glass. “I’m going to kick it back at the beach.”
“I’m picking up the reservation papers for the hotel today,” Ignis says, collecting his plate and pushing his chair back under the table. “Would you mind checking in with Iris before she leaves to confirm our stay in Lestallum?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Gladio waves him off, pushing Ignis’s seat back out to use a footrest. His eyes dart to the clock as he tilts his glass back. “You’re going to be late for your meeting with the marshal if you don’t hurry,” he comments.
Ignis swears, depositing his dishes in the sink without washing. “Noct, would you mind–”
“I’ve got it, Specs,” Noct interrupts, tilting his head backwards to angle it at Ignis as he rounds the counter. “Get going before you’re late.”
Fondly, Ignis smiles at him and puts a hand on his shoulder from behind. “Thank you,” he says softly, leaning down to press a brief kiss to Noct’s lips.
It’s a solid three seconds as Ignis pulls back that they realize their mistake. They blink at each other, eyes wide, as Prompto says, “Uh.”
“I’ll be going then,” Ignis says abruptly, stepping toward Prompto and pecking him on the lips as well. Quickly, he moves to Gladio as well and before the grunt of protest leaves Gladio’s throat, Ignis has deposited a kiss on his lips as well. “Good day, gentlemen,” he says – regal, stiff – and spins on his heels and makes a beeline for the door.
As the lock clicks behind him, Prompto and Gladio’s eyes turn towards Noct. He looks between them, stunned and cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment. Noct’s shoulder lift in a jerking, rigid shrug. “Maybe it’s some new diplomatic goodbye he learned?” he suggests, dropping his head to focus solely on his food.
before you guys ask, yes i did get this idea from friends lmao
Tag: fic rec
22 Ignoct for the kiss meme?
22. a kiss in a rush of adrenaline
“Try it again.”
Noct leaps at Ignis the way that he remembers, phasing out of the way of Ignis’s dagger swipe and tossing one of his own into the air. He warps up to meet the dagger at its apex, banishes it midair, and wraps his legs around Ignis’s neck to take him to the ground.
Ignis rolls out of the hold easily, like he’s barely even trying. He probably isn’t. “Clumsy,” he says, “but better. You’re improving, Noct.”
On a whim, Noct swipes out his foot to knock into Ignis’s ankles, pouring perhaps a little more energy into the movement than is entirely necessary. Ignis falls on top of him, bracing himself on his hands and knees above Noct.
And they stare at each other, chests heaving with the afternoon’s ceaseless training.
Magic thrums in Noct’s veins after so long harnessing it, urging him to do more, more, more. Noct can’t keep still; he can’t stop the rushing of blood in his ears and when did Ignis’s eyes get so green and-
Well.
He’s not sure exactly how he decides that he wants to do it, because really he doesn’t decide. It’s more of a graceless lunge upwards towards Ignis as he braces himself on the ground with one hand and catches the back of Ignis’s neck with the other, and suddenly Ignis’s lips are on his.
Wow.
Surprisingly, Ignis lets him in almost immediately, melting out of the initial shock of the kiss like he’s been expecting this for ages. Or hoping. Noct makes a quiet sound and strains upwards, desperate to get anything and everything that he can from this moment.
And then Ignis moves, swifter than Noct ever expected, knocking Noct’s arm out from beneath him and grabbing the hand holding him by the neck. Noct gasps in surprise, and his head falls back. Ignis pins him by his wrists, tutting like this is just another of their training sessions. “Noct,” he purrs, “you let your guard down.” His lips are shining and red, and that just makes this even more unfair.
And for a moment there, Noct worries that this is about to come crashing down around him, and that Ignis is going to mock him for being weak and for daring to try something. Shame crashes down around him, and he submits to the hold, letting his body go limp and his legs fall open, half bent to brace him on the floor.
Ignis’s eyes glint with something wild and breathless, though. His smug smile slides away to reveal something far more human and nervous and desperate. And then one of his legs comes upward, neatly slotting between Noct’s thighs and pressing against where Noct’s realized he needs him. The position’s not the best for getting full contact, but Noct gasps despite it. He’s too keyed up to do anything but feel Ignis around him, above him-
“Ignis,” he breathes, clenching his hands into fists. He doesn’t want Ignis to let go of him. He never wants this to end.
“I know, Noct,” Ignis murmurs, and he dips down to kiss Noct again. This is so new, so wild, so overwhelming. They’re flying by the seat of their pants, and Noct wouldn’t have it any other way. “I’ll take care of you.”
Sharing the Bed
For @pillarspromptsweekly #0051: Regrets.
Inspired by my lack of sleep with new kittens.
Cross posted at fanfiction.net and AO3.
Lillian groaned and
pulled her pillow over her head. “Go to sleep, Gideon.”The wolf puppy
whined again from the foot of the bed.“No, Gideon,
down.” She sat up and, less gently than she had earlier in the
evening, pushed him off the bed. When they were out camping in the
forest she had let him sleep at the foot of her bedroll and now he
was having trouble adjusting to the conventions of real beds. She
slightly regretted ever starting the habit. She flopped back down.Just as suddenly, a
weight landed on her feet. Little paws pranced on the blanket.“Argh,” Lillian
wiped a hand over her eyes. “Fine. If you can be a good boy and go
to sleep, you can sleep on the bed.”The little form
curled up and lay down and Lillian hoped that would be the end of it.The master bed in
Brighthollow was big, but it wasn’t quite big enough for two people
and a large wolf. Gideon lounged over Lillian’s feet and up the
center while Lillian and Edér were pushed to the edges of the bed.“Well, it’s
clear that I’m the other man in your life,” Edér joked.“This was cuter
when you were a puppy, buddy,” Lillian grumbled. “You took up a
lot less space back then.”Gideon just yawned
and sleepily blinked his eyes.“Oh, yeah, make
the cute face so I don’t regret letting you sleep on the bed now
that you’re too big for me to throw you off,” she said.“But he’s all
fluffy and cuddly.”“Edér, you’d
cuddle with a stelgaer if it let you.” Lillian tried to shift onto
her side. “You should feel honored you’re the only other person
he cuddles with.”“Hey, isn’t that
why you keep me around?” Edér scratched Gideon’s ears.“I can think of
some other reasons, but it’s a good one.” She stroked Gideon, who
nuzzled into her. “We’ll have it your way tonight, boy, but in
the future, I’m closing the door.”
Kiss Meme for Ignoct, #20 “on a scar”
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hohoho this is a good one~ ♡
20. …on a scar
Ignis’s hands are firm but gentle as they knead into Noct’s back, and he lets out a groan that trails off on a sigh. He takes a moment to just breathe, enjoying the feel of familiar fingers trailing over his skin.
“You’re getting good at this, Specs,” he says, mumbled into his arm. He turns his head so Ignis can hear him more clearly. “You could do this professionally.”
Ignis hums in response and runs his hands up Noct’s back again. “I could do a lot of things professionally,” he muses, and Noct hears the quirk of his lips in his tone. “But I prefer saving them for you.”
That makes Noct smile. “Sap.”
“As his highness says,” Ignis says, and there’s a smile in his voice. His fingers hit a knot that makes Noct groan again, pain flaring up before Ignis soothes it out and he relaxes again.
“Is it weird that I think you’re better than the therapists?” Noct asks after a moment, fiddling absently with the sheet beneath him.
Ignis hums again. “I think you’re more comfortable with me—”
“I am more comfortable with you.”
“—and that familiarity puts you more at ease,” Ignis finishes, as if Noct hadn’t interrupted. His hands move down Noct’s back, skimming just above the worst of his wound. “And having someone familiar to you to help you with this makes it seem as if more progress is being made.”
Noct thinks about that. “I’m more willing to make progress because I trust you,” he summarizes, and Ignis makes a noise of assent.
“Exactly.”
It’s quiet between them for a while, Noct lulled into peacefulness by Ignis’s ministrations. He’s on the verge of sleep, floating in that state between wakefulness and dreams, when he feels Ignis lean down and a gentle brush against his lower back, right above the scarring. There’s another further up a breath later, and then another, and Noct smiles, sleepy and content, as Ignis presses kisses up his skin.
“That tickles,” he says, and he turns his head to look at Ignis when he reaches his shoulder.
Ignis presses a soft, tender kiss to his shoulder, and smiles at him. “Apologies,” he murmurs, and Noct lets himself be drawn into a proper kiss.
Did a thing for the fic, Every Breath You Take by @arahir
!! also heard it was your birthday so ansjsks happy birthday!
anyway you write good and i love your works (the parkour fic changed my life omg) and I hope u had a great day!
passage of time
“How long will you live?”
Keith looks up from his magazine, frowning. “What?”
This has been weighing on him for a while. He has to ask. Shiro repeats, “How long are you going to live, Keith? Don’t the Galra live for thousands of years?”
“It might be a quintessence thing.” Keith shrugs. “I dunno.”
Shiro gestures to the photograph on the bedside table. “Well, what about Krolia? How old is she? Or Kolivan?”
Keith protests, “I can’t just ask them how old they are. That’s weird.”
“If you had to guess-“
“Shiro. I don’t know.”
“And what if you do live for a couple hundred years? A couple thousand?” Shiro leans forward. “What are you going to do?”
Keith blinks slowly, and when he bites his lip, Shiro can see the glint of one of his too-sharp canines. “Just…keep fighting, I guess. Stay with the Marmora until my human side puts me out of commission.” He pauses, and his face falls with what must be the realization of what Shiro’s been trying to say. “And move on, I guess. We’ll need new paladins eventually.” Something dark and worried and desperate crosses his face, and he holds his arms out to Shiro. “Come here.”
“Is it bad to want to grow old with you?” Shiro asks softly, climbing on top of the sheets and wrapping his arms around Keith. He places his head above Keith’s heart, listening to the steady beating of his heart. This heart will endure long after Shiro’s gone. Of course it will. It’s Keith’s heart, and he’s always been a survivor.
“No,” Keith replies, and he tangles his fingers in Shiro’s hair. “I…I want that too,” he admits. “We’ll figure something out. I promise.”
Keith has never broken a promise like this. It gives Shiro hope, somehow, that this will all work out.
Number 39, Ignoct?
Let’s go to Verse 2 for this one, 5+1^^
39: because time’s run out
The first time Ignis could have kissed Noctis, they were eight and six respectively and–Noctis had a cut on his finger.
“Daddy says kisses make stop the hurt,” Noctis said, holding out his bandaged finger for Ignis’s inspection.
Ignis closed a gentle hand around the prince’s small wrist and lowered it. “Well, I suppose we’d better find him.”
Shieth 20
“I—“
“Don’t say it. Just… don’t say it.”
But Shiro does want to say it, because this scar is his fault. Even if it wasn’t him, not really him, it was this body. It was this hand. It was this face that looked down at Keith as he burned and charred Keith’s skin.
It was him, in almost every sense of the word.
“Don’t apologize. I would do it a thousand times over.”
It’s in the way that Keith looks at him, somewhere between desperation and exasperation, adoration and defeat, that makes up Shiro’s mind.
Instead, Shiro leans down, pressing his lips to the new scar, feeling Keith’s cool skin under his lips.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too… Takashi.”
Shiro smiles against the scar.
The silver chain around his neck is hanging loose against the red and
dirtied white of his paladin armor, a single silver tag hanging from
it, smeared red.It’s weird, because the Garrison didn’t hand out dog tags to cadets. It’s weird because the last name isn’t his.
all you love, you keep by @arahir
This idea has been hunting me for ages (since the day the fic, which I hope y’all read because it’s a must, was published), and you can pry the ‘pretend’ marriage trop and Jojo’s fics from my dying hands, so.
just like yours
It’s a miracle they managed to find a mirror at all; Earth’s not known for its luxuries anymore. But the Garrison provides them with a nice room of their own, and Kolivan is dozing in an armchair by the window, and Keith sits in front of a mirror with Krolia behind him. She twirls their shared blade in her hand, running her fingers through his too-long hair.
“What if I cut it short?” she muses, and in the corner of Keith’s eye the knife flashes violet.
Keith raised his hands to cover his head with more speed than he’s ever mustered before. “No.”
She taps the flat of the blade lightly against his fingers where they’re tangled in his hair. “Keith. You’re tense.”
“Mom. You’re insane.”
Krolia snorts and sets the blade aside next to Keith, raising her hands to pry Keith’s away from his head. She tells him, “I wouldn’t actually do that. I was just thinking about how you’d look.” She hums a bit, still holding one of Keith’s hands, and meets his eyes in the mirror.
“Like Dad, maybe,” Keith offers, because of course that’s what she meant, and someone’s got to say it.
Her eyes go soft for a moment, and her thumb strokes idly along Keith’s wrist. “Maybe,” she says softly. Then she ruffles his hair with her other hand, just barely grazing him with the familiar scratch of her claws, and says, “But you’re Keith, and you’re very attached to this hair. How about a trim?”
Keith grins and sits back, handing the blade to Krolia over his shoulder. “Just like yours,” he orders, and in the mirror, Krolia smiles.
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