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lhugbereth · 7 years

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KP- thanks tumblr, always a pal >:((( the message was basically Noctis watching Ignis perform in a professional event for the first time and being absolutely floored by how graceful and strong Ignis is, making everything look completely effortless. He knows Noctis is watching and shows off just a tiny bit and earns himself almost perfect scores in all his events ;)c

Hi KP! Sorry this took longer than expected.... I didn’t intend to write so much, but then fluff happened and I couldn’t stop x3 Actually, since Ignis doesn’t compete I changed it a youth sports charity event, and instead of perfect scores, he wins a prince’s heart instead.

Just in time for a little holiday magic in August, I present you with “Noct and Iggy are total dorks and bond over sports cars and bad puns”

(Part 16 of “Promptio on Ice” - here’s the masterpost!)

Dorky IgNoct under the cut! v v v

- It starts with a text from Prompto, of all people. Noct is definitely glad they’ve started hanging out (Prom is into all the same video games and comics, is easy to talk to and a lot of fun), but he’s even worse than Gladio when it comes to teasing him about his crush on Ignis. Prompto’s known Iggy for a long time, works with him almost everyday, and recently started sending Noct stealthy photos snapped during training - Iggy stretching, Iggy standing, Iggy sitting on the bleachers. One particular pic was nothing but a close up of Iggy’s ass as he bent over the mat (followed by emojis of a peach and an eggplant which Noct isn’t sure he wants to understand). This routine seems to be Prompto’s way of helping out his new friend, and Noct both loves and hates him for it.

- But this time is different. There’s no photo attached to the message he’s sent, but it still gets Noct’s heart racing all the same. He reads it again, and again, just to be sure he isn’t dreaming.

>> Gladdy’s taking me to Lestallum for the festival this weekend!

- He’s been hearing about the event all week. It’s an local youth sports competition to raise money during the holidays, and apparently Ignis has been asked to be the opening performer. According to Prompto and Gladio, he’s been working hard to debut a new technique for the event. Now Noct is being offered a ticket up close and personal. He would have to be crazy to refuse.

- It turns out, though, that the seat is more ‘up close and personal’ than he expected. When he arrives at the arena on the day of the event, Ignis is already there and occupying the chair next to where Noctis is supposed to be sitting. Upon seeing him, Noct nearly loses his nerve completely. He looks good in a pair of long white pants over a tight-fitting blue-and-black leotard. Too good, in fact. There is no way he can do this! But before he can turn and run, Ignis spots him, smiles, and pats the open chair. He’s pretty much doomed.

- “Ah, Noct. I was wondering who Prompto would send in his place. Thank you for coming.”

- “Uh, yeah. N-no problem.” Noct swallows as he takes the seat, meets Iggy’s gaze fleetingly before staring down at his boots. “I heard you’re, like, a guest of honor or something?” He tries to smile, but his nerves get the better of it and it probably ends up as more of a cringe.

- Luckily, Ignis doesn’t seem bothered by it. “Well, something like that. I’m a bit out of practice, though, so don’t get your hopes up.” He follows this with a wink that makes Noctis very glad he’s already sitting down. Fortunately, he doesn’t get a chance to respond (he would have just said something totally lame, anyway, like I’m sure you’ll find a way to impress me) because suddenly they’re being approached by an energetic young woman with curly blond hair and a headset.

- "Sorry t’innerupt, fellas. Mr. Scientia, we're ready for ya to get set up now."

- "Thank you, Cindy. Noct," he smiles as he gets to his feet. "I trust you'll be watching?"

- Of course, I can't take my eyes off you. Noctis clears his throat, forces a polite nod. "You bet, Specs."

- When Ignis turns to follow Cindy back to the locker rooms, he has a certain lightness in his step that wasn't there before. Without even realizing it, he's smiling. Cindy, who is in charge of the local youth sports center and therefore that day’s events, has known Iggy long enough to notice both. "So who’s yer new beau?" she asks with a sly wink. Ignis refuses to meet her gaze.

- “A friend of Prompto, or rather, of Prompto’s boyfriend. I’ll admit I don’t know him very well yet.”

- “Well, maybe after t’day that’ll change.” They enter the locker room, and the din of the arena fades behind them. “Are ya still planning to show us somethin’ we ain’t never seen before?”

- Ignis doesn’t answer right away. He’s been working on his new move for a couple of weeks - an acrobatic-style twist off the bars at the end of his routine - but he isn’t sure he’s quite ready for it. With all the extra time he’s spent at the ice rink with Prompto, there hasn’t been much chance for him to practice alone. If he attempts it now, there’s a chance he might mess up - or worse, injure himself. But next to him Cindy is waiting for an answer, so he smiles, pats her hand, and offers a noncommittal We’ll see.

- Out in the arena, the music starts. Cindy rushes off to MC the event, and after a brief (but far-too flattering) introduction, Ignis steps out to a roar of applause. He wonders fleetingly if Noct is clapping, too, and the thought puts a rare, genuine smile on his face. Perhaps Cindy is right - this may be his chance to impress him, to get closer to him and finally unravel his mysteries.

- Perhaps over coffee. Or wine. Yes, definitely wine. And a nice dinner. Would Noct appreciate a good Tenebraen roast?

- Ignis nearly laughs aloud when he catches himself. Of all the things tobe thinking about at a time like this.... Shaking his head, he turns to the mat - there are three bars set up, each at different heights and spaced far enough apart for him to easily maneuver between them. At Cindy’s cue, he clears his mind, powders his gloves, and takes a deep breath at the edge of the mat. Then, to the sound of the audience’s cheers, he starts forward. A brisk run, keeping his knees bent and his back straight, pivots into his jump and grabs onto the first bar with both hands. It’s smooth, appears effortless and that, Ignis knows, is the most important illusion. More cheers fill the air as he begins to swing himself, using his long legs to build momentum until he’s able to jump to the next bar.

- Somewhere in the crowd, he hopes Noct’s heart is racing.

- Iggy continues his performance, flipping and spinning in the air as he jumps from one bar to the next and back again, so many times that the audience falls silent in awe. Everything is perfect, every twist of his lithe body, every precise move that has him latching onto his next target without fail. And then, just as he he’s feeling his limbs begin to tire, he nears the end of the routine. One last jump has him landing with both hands on the tallest of the three bars. His movements slow, then he gradually builds them up again, swinging faster and faster until he’s nearly spinning in a full arc. The next part is tricky - he needs to turn himself around at the very top, releasing the bar in mid-swing with one hand while pushing off with the other to send him twirling upwards through the air. In practice he’s only managed to succeed a handful of times, but….

- He has to try. Hundreds of eyes are watching. Noct is watching. Without much time to debate the risks, Ignis throws himself into the final move. From somewhere in the arena he can hear Cindy’s excited voice announcing the debut of a special technique, the moment they’ve all been waiting for. Ignis grits his teeth - he’s almost at the right momentum, just a few more swings - there. At the top of the bar he lets go and his arm flies out wide. At the same time, he tries to turn his other hand - but something is wrong. His fingers are slipping away until there’s nothing left to grip. The bar is gone from his reach and instead of pushing off, Ignis is suddenly falling, falling.

- He hits the mat with a thud and the crowd gasps in unison. Even Cindy’s voice trembles into the microphone, and then she’s running.

- Noct is faster. He reaches Ignis just at the gymnast is sitting up, wincing and hugging his left arm to his chest. Blue eyes go wide. “H-hey, don’t move. Just stay still.” Iggy looks at him, face red with embarrassment and pain, but he nods. Noct kneels down at his side, puts an arm around his shoulders for support as Cindy and some of the other staff finally arrive.

- “You okay, Mr. S?!”

- “Help me get him to the locker room.” Noct gestures for her to grab his other arm, and together they walk him off the mats. Someone else takes over as MC to keep the crowd from panicking at the show going, but the din of it is lost as soon as they’re out of the arena.

- “I’m fine, really. Both of you, please.” But Noct’s hold on him is firm, not letting go even after they’ve sat him down on a bench and Cindy’s rushed off to get him some water and painkillers.

- “Can I see it?” Ignis swallows. His wrist is throbbing with pain - he must have landed right on it when he fell - but he cautiously extends it out for Noct to take a look. Gentle fingers stroke over his swollen wrist, press just enough to make him wince but quickly pull back. “It doesn’t look broken. Probably sprained, but we’d better get you to a doctor. Do you mind…?” Noct pulls out his phone and, at a wary nod from Ignis, sends a quick text. Then Cindy comes back with water and aspirin, and Noct announces that he’ll be driving Iggy to a clinic.

- Driving? Clinic? There’s a half-formed protest on his lips but then Cindy is shoving a plastic cup between them and he’s powerless to argue. He waits for Noct to bring his car around back, then is carefully helped outside to it.

- If he thought Noct was an enigma before, now he’s thoroughly mired. The ‘car’ turns out to be a sleek, brand new, limited edition Audi R8 (Ignis has only ever dreamed of owning such a beautiful machine) and yet Noct somehow still manages to drive it like it doesn’t cost half a million dollars. He’s glad they’re going to a hospital because he’s convinced they’re going to need one with the way Noct takes each turn - but somehow (mostly due to quick thinking by other drivers) they manage to arrive in one piece. The pills Cindy gave him have kicked in by now, and Ignis is able to walk up to reception with only a little assistance.

- The young clerk automatically gives him a large stack of forms to fill out and tells him to take a number. One look around the waiting room tells him they’ll likely be there a while, but just as he turns to tell Noct that he should go, he sees the dark-haired young man already stalking up to the counter. “Dr. Yaegre is already expecting us,” he says. “Let her know we’re here.”

- Ignis looks as surprised as the clerk looks unimpressed. “Kid, we’re a hospital, not a nightclub. I don’t know who you think you are, but you can’t just - “

- “I’m Noctis Lucis Caelum and technically, I own this place. Call Dr. Yaegre and tell her we’re here.”

- There’s this little sound that Ignis makes in his throat. He isn’t sure what to call it - not a gasp, not a sigh, something more awed. He stares at Noct in sudden silence as the clerk hurries to get the phone. Lucis Caelum…. That makes Noct the son of Regis Caelum, the most powerful man in Insomnia and the owner of the Insomnia Kings hockey team. Which helps to explain the car and the company he keeps. It also, Iggy supposes, explains the way he’s so good at taking command, carrying himself very much indeed like the heir to a powerful family. But perhaps more than that, more than the pain his wrist and the whirlwind of the entire situation, Ignis finds himself left speechless by Noct’s sheer dominance. It is frankly the most arousing thing he’s ever seen, and it leaves him weaker at the knees than he was when they first walked in.

- The doctor is a lovely woman. Tells Ignis to call her Sania, hugs Noct as if he were her own son, and gestures them both to follow her down the hall. Several x-rays and tests later, she’s confirmed that Ignis’ wrist isn’t broken, but it is sprained, and quite badly. She’s going to have to splint it, and he’ll have to take a break from sports for at least a month, maybe more. The news isn’t as devastating to Ignis as he might have expected, perhaps because through it all he’s got Noct’s hand in his, giving him little reassuring squeezes as the doctor speaks. Although he knows this isn’t what Cindy intended, it seems she was right about this being his big chance after all.

- Sania leaves them to call a nurse for his splint. In her wake, Noct lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry, Ignis. What are you going to do for a whole month?”

- “I’ll manage. It will give me more time to focus on Prompto’s competition, at least.”

- They both smile. “Anyone ever tell you that you work too hard?”

- “I’ve been accused once or twice in my life, Mr. Caelum.” The use of his name has Noct wincing, which is...unexpected. Ignis frowns and reaches once more for his hand out of reflex. “...Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you feel you needed to hide who you really are?”

- “It’s just…. I don’t know.” With Iggy’s hand covering his on the arm of the chair, it’s a lot harder to think clearly. He keeps his eyes fixed on their fingers, not trusting himself to meet that beautiful emerald gaze. “Usually when people hear my dad’s name, they think they’re supposed to treat me like some kind of prince. It’s so frustrating sometimes.”

- “But you are a prince, Noct.”

- He suddenly looks up at him, blue eyes going wide, and Ignis can almost hear his heart breaking. He quickly shakes his head. “It’s not because of who your father is. It’s because of you. You’re brave. Caring. Commanding. Quite handsome.” Iggy adds a smile along with the last one, enjoying the flush of red spreading across soft cheeks. “I’m in your debt today. Perhaps you’d allow me to repay your kindness with dinner one evening?”

- “D-dinner? You mean…? Like, just the two of us?”

- “If you’d like, yes.”

- “Um. S-sure. Sounds nice.” Oh Six, am I dreaming? Is this real??

- “Lovely.”

- Noct can do little else but smile in return. Eventually the nurse enters their room and carefully splints Ignis’ wrist, finally running through a list of dos and don’ts before releasing him for the evening. Noct offers to give him a ride home - which he almost feels bad declining (his apartment is actually only a few blocks away) but he also values his life and so ultimately turns him down. They walk out together anyway. Dusk has fallen, and the air is thick with the threat of snow.

- “You sure you don’t need a ride? It’s getting cold.”

- “Thank you, but it would be far too much trouble. I...wouldn’t mind a bit of company on the way, though.”

- “You got it.” Noct shoves his hands into his coat pockets. Ignis walks a little closer to him as they head across the street. “Um. By the way. I’m really glad I got to watch you perform today.”

- A dry chuckle. “I’ll admit, it wasn’t exactly my greatest hour.” He holds up his wrist, the dark splint covering his palm and half of his forearm like a glove. “Still, it was heartening to know you were there.”

- “R-really?”

- “Of course. Especially since I was Noct expecting to see you.”

- “...Did you just…?”

- “Hm?”

- “Nothing.” Noct clears his throat, thankful that the approaching darkness hides his reddening cheeks. It doesn’t, however, hide the obnoxious grin plastered on his face. “Hey, Iggy?”

- “Yes, Noctis?”

- “I think...you were really Spec-tacular today.”

- “...Stop.”

Bonus:

- The moment Noct gets home, he flops onto his bed and quite literally squeals into his pillow. If Gladio or Prompto could see him now they would never let him live it down, but they can’t and so he doesn’t bother hiding his excitement. A date! A real date! With Ignis “Oozes-sex” Scientia himself! He’s got to pinch himself to make sure he isn’t somehow dreaming this all up. And then he texts Gladio to gloat.

>> Heh, ‘bout damn time. When’s your big night?

>> Um, we actually didn’t get that far….

>> You at least got his number, right?

>> …..SHIT

>> Smooth.

>> Prom’s with you right?? Can’t he give it to me?

>> No can do, Witless Wonder

>> You gotta help a bro out!

>> Prom says he can bring him along to your dad’s party this week ;) The rest is up to you

- Noct groans, letting his phone fall onto the mattress and then onto the floor. Some friends they are. How is he supposed to wait five whole days before he can talk to Iggy again? And then what is he loses his nerve? He can’t just whisk Ignis off to the hospital every time he wants to flirt with him….

- Five days. That’s how long he’s got to come up with a plan. And find something to wear that will catch the gymnast’s eye. If he’s going to do this, he’s gotta do it right.

#ignoct #promptio on ice #hockey player/figure skater au #gymnast ignia #rich kid noctis #oh yeah they want each other bad #their dork levels are perfectly matched #someone make them kiss #thanks for the prompt love #myfic #Anonymous

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sun-summoning · 7 years

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ty @bahmut for these very lazy prompts. more ignis/aranea.

i. emoji

after he presses send, gladio bursts into laughter. “i’m sorry,” he says, “i didn’t think you would actually listen to me.” ignis looks back at the eggplant emoji that gladio suggested because “it means you want to make her eggplant parmesan. or something.” “why would you send her an eggplant?” noctis asks. “isn’t that supposed to be a penis joke?” prompto adds. ignis sighs and plots his revenge.

ii. lance

ignis takes her up on her offer to “train” him in the event that they meet up again, arranging a rendezvous not prompted by sudden daemon attacks. intending to take this opportunity seriously, he trades in his shirt and slacks for his preferred training gear. aranea licks her lips when she sees him and ignis feels flushed despite his missing warm up. “is that a lance in your pants,” she drawls, “or are you just happy to see me?"

iii. dawn

the red giant sinks back into the earth as the sun begins to rise. prompto makes a noise of relief while noctis whines about needing sleep. ready to return to her ship after helping them in battle, aranea waves at him lazily. “well then…later, i guess.” she pauses and he returns the goodbye, and when she’s gone, gladio punches his arm and tells him she was waiting for him to do something.

iv. ingredients

the sheer domesticity of their current activity dawns on him when the old woman at the market encourages him to buy a particular root to “raise his wife’s fertility” along with the rest of his groceries. aranea laughs while he struggles to stammer out an explanation. she sidles up against him and wraps her arm around his as she humours the old woman, asking her how much this root costs.

v. haven

ignis wakes up to the sound of noctis and prompto chatting outside. he tries to savour the last bits of sleep, but feels someone pressed against him. by process of elimination, he’s ready to tell gladio to move over, but then he remembers that gladio is gone and that they have a new companion now. ignis opens his eyes then and finds aranea’s sleeping face inches away from his. he could move her without waking her, but she’s warm and she’s comfy and he doesn’t really want to lose the contact. she makes a noise of contentment and then curls in closer, so ignis decides they can stay like this a little longer.

vi. ebony

his head hurts and he’s cranky and while he’s always been known to be a bit snarky, now he’s just being outright mean. he hasn’t had his coffee in days since they ran out and someone (read: noctis) forgot to get more and so now he is literally going to die because there’s no other option. “we can get him more coffee,” prompto suggests, checking the map for the closest town. “or we can call aranea on his behalf and maybe, ya know, sex?” gladio says, vaguely certain they were banging. “or we can do both,” noctis considers.

vii. backseat

“so if you’re normally in the driver’s seat, then who sits back here?” aranea asks. ignis grinds his teeth when she moves her hand just right and then groans lowly. “what?” he grunts. she repeats her question while she lowers her head and he decides to just ignore her because noctis and gladio are the last things he wants to be thinking about while getting lucky in the back of the regalia.

viii. distance

they report back to weskham and receive their reward and because the night is still young, they take on another daemon hunt. as they run to their destination, ignis can’t help thinking about aranea. while there was no predicting when she’d join their battles at night, he knows for certain she won’t be around this time. what was she doing? was she still with the empire? was she safe? ignis barely focuses on their battle and he barely notices they’ve checked into their hotel until umbra paws at his leg.

ix. vegetarian

one night she makes camp with them, letting prompto take selfies with her and then helping ignis prepare dinner. it’s vegetable stew since they don’t have any meat available at the moment. noctis whines and asks if he can have fries instead, and before ignis can say anything, aranea smacks the back of the prince's head and tells him that he can eat the food in front of him or nothing at all. ignis stares at her when noctis grudgingly eats his vegetables. she shrugs and sits down beside him. “what? you worked hard,” she explains. “bratty kids need to learn."

x. daemon

she doesn’t leave immediately after helping them in battle and ignis is glad for that. they take a break at a campground and in the middle of a perfectly normal conversation, prompto makes a pun. then noctis does too. then gladio. and then he adds one as well. they’re all snickering to themselves when aranea stands, shaking her head and beginning to leave. “where are you going?” ignis asks. aranea give them one last look of utter disgust. “i’d rather fight an army of daemons than listen to your awful jokes.”

xi. drive

eventually aranea realizes that it’s not just that he doesn’t trust anyone else to drive, he’s also very controlling. ignis defends himself against her claim by listing each and every time he’s almost died as a result of noctis taking the wheel and tells her about the time prompto nearly killed them all because he saw a damn puppy. “i am not controlling,” he insists for the nth time, but aranea just nods and pats his cheek. “of course not.”

xii. taste test

“it tastes fine,” she says, giving ignis back the spoon. he raises an eyebrow. “fine?” he echoes. and she nods, repeating her earlier conclusion. aranea bites back a grin because while he isn’t fishing for a compliment, he’s definitely looking for a more in depth assessment of his new recipe. “anything else you would like to add?” ignis prods. aranea shakes her head and tries to hide her amusement. “that’s all.”

xiii. armour

removing her armour is a long and tedious process that at some point might have seemed intimate and sensual but is now just annoying. their time together is short, anyhow, so aranea leaves the gauntlets and shoulder pads and jokingly considers leaving her helmet on too. it’s silly, all things considered, but they still cuddle up together, counting down the hours and hoping no one is looking for them.

xiv. hair gel

“i like your hair like this,” she tells him, running her hand through the longer locks in front. today they haven’t been spiked up and instead they fall back against his head gently enough. her fingers slide down his cheek and along his jaw. she pokes the tip of his nose and he twitches. “you should wear it like this more often,” aranea suggests. “save some gil on hair gel.” he rolls his eyes. “i’ll consider it.”

xv. age difference

somehow their respective ages never came up, but when he says he’s twenty-two, her jaw drops and she’s clearly taken aback. “what the fuck?” she exclaims. “you’re lying.” ignis shakes his head though and replies, “i assure you, i am telling the truth.” she continues to deny it, pointing out how responsible he is and other factors that have caused many people, not just aranea, to assume he’s at least a decade older than he actually is. eventually she accepts the fact and just sighs. “great -- so i’m a cradle robber then,” she mutters, displeased with the thought. but her eyes rove over his lean, shirtless form and she grins. she can deal with that.

#ignis x aranea #apparently ignea is a band #ignis scientia #aranea highwind

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