prettyprompto:

Angst ‘O Clock (Ignoct!) Special Edition

This one goes out to all of you who keep bitching about me hurting him because I throw a little lightning at his feet.

You haven’t seen pain.

Wait until I can learn how to make my own mods.

I’ll give you something to bitch about.

Being a little selfish and asking you three numbers from the shipper ask meme: 3, 31, 44 for Ignoct <3

Thank you! 

3. Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?

I have a headcanon that pre-journey, Noctis and Ignis’ relationship is not a secret – their friends and family know – but it is not “official.” Ignis is not publicly acknowledged as Noct’s boyfriend (yet). However –  literally no one who sees them together doubts it. They way they look at each other, the looks and glances that they exchange fuel countless tabloid magazines. 

After the ten year time skip, in verse 2, they are all about public displays of affection. It’s all very subtle, very appropriate, but there isn’t a picture of them together without them touching an arm, hand or shoulder. 

(There is also that one picture of them full on making out that Prompto someone took that ends up everywhere. Ignis never lives it down.)

31. Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?

The “put it in the books/it’s history now” after battle banter is one of the reasons I started shipping them to be honest! They’ve known each other so long, and have so many shared in-jokes and so much history together that finishing each other’s sentences is inevitable. They also occasionally mirror each other’s hand gestures. They don’t even realise it. 

They always know when the other is hiding something – and they get better at encouraging the other to speak about it after the Brotherhood argument. 

44. Are the comfortable with each other? Anything they have to have their privacy for?

They are incredibly comfortable with each other – they grew up together and have known each other too long not to be. However, Noct likes to have privacy for fishing sometimes – not all the time, he does like showing off his catches – but sometimes when he is trying to process things, fishing alone helps. Equally, Ignis likes to cook alone, sometimes, organising the ingredients, all the chopping and mixing, is pretty therapeutic. 

Also, Noct will occasionally warp somewhere secret to nap in peace, and if you interrupt Ignis in the rare times he has to sit down with a novel, you will regret it! 

Ache

awritingpen:

Written for @hurt-noct-week day 7

Prompts

• FREE/CATCH-UP DAY
• Prompt: Noct survives but deals with things like phantom pains and residual effects from using the ring.

The pain woke him early in the morning. Noctis realized that his
days of sleeping in were long over as his arm throbbed. His other injuries
still hurt, but the lasting damage from the ring reached deep into his bones.

The morning light crept through the broken windows of the
abandoned inn the four of them decided to spend the night in. Noct reminded himself
to be grateful there was morning light.

Sitting up on the dusty bed he felt his joints crack. His father
had developed arthritis early in life. The signs started before his hair turned
grey. If he never had to use the ring or the power of the crystal again, he
wondered how long before his symptoms became worse.

Gladio and Prompto were still asleep. The darkness destroyed
most people’s sense of day and night, which was why he was surprised to see
Ignis awake.

“I almost thought you were going to start making breakfast,”
Noct said.

“I could, though there’s only stale bread and some leeks until
we resupply.”

He drank from the hot tea he had made himself, since Ebony was
rarer to find. Noct leaned against the wall and looked out the window.

“I probably wouldn’t eat it anyways.”

“Still picky.”

Noct’s right hand hurt again. He gripped it closely, with his
left.

“Does it still hurt?” Ignis said.

“A bit,” Noct had grown used to Ignis’s perception. “It’s been
two weeks since I last used the ring.”

Ignis felt for the counter and put down the tea.

“It’s too soon to assume anything.”

Noctis kept looking at the sunrise. Even the falling dust seemed
to sparkle in the light.

“Did it ever stop hurting?” Noct said.

“No, not really.” He picked up his tea again.