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Worthy Chapter 10: Guiding Heart FFXV A/B/O Promnis

<Previous Chapter 9

Waking up in a strange place should have been frightening, but it wasn’t. Prompto’s first conscious breath was filled with a calming scent, one that he now associated with Ignis. Opening his eyes revealed his mother sleeping beside him. She was curled up in a blanket and softly snoring. Looking to his other side, Prompto found Ignis. The alpha was asleep in a plush chair next to the bed.

His glasses were gone, and it made his face look impossibly young. Prompto had always thought of Ignis as being the old, wise advisor. Staring at the man before him, the omega reconsidered that thought. Noct had told him that Ignis was a year younger than Gladio, and Gladio didn’t look old at all.

Prompto still hadn’t figured out the odd pull he felt towards Ignis. Not wanting to sound like an idiot, he’d kept quiet about it for weeks. The alpha had the power to make him feel at ease, which Prompto didn’t think was even possible.

He wondered if Ignis had the same feelings towards him. Unsure if the man had come to rescue him at Noct’s bidding or due to his own volition, Prompto was afraid to ask. Without thinking, he reached out and touched Ignis’ knee.

Ignis stirred and blinked his eyes open. “Are you in pain?” he asked immediately.

Shaking his head no, Prompto rolled over to see the advisor better. “No, but I feel sorta icky.”

“Mmm – would a bath help?” Ignis questioned, “If you’re comfortable with me getting one started for you.”

A bath did sound very nice, but he didn’t want to leave his mum alone. “Where is it?”

Ignis leaned forward and stretched, cracking several joints in the process, “Behind that door there,” he finished with a yawn. “We can leave the door open so it doesn’t feel so closed off.”

“I’d like that. What should I do?”

“Try and sit up. I’ll go get the water started for you.” Ignis got up and quietly shuffled over to the bathroom. Prompto noted that he’d removed his shoes to be more comfortable.

Following the alpha’s instructions, Prompto sat up slowly and swung his legs out from under the covers. The sound of running water was coming from the bathroom along with a wonderful fragrance. Ignis must have put something in the bath.

For once, Prompto didn’t try to rush things, and he patiently waited for Ignis to come back. He looked more awake and had forgotten to replace his glasses. Unable to keep quiet, Prompto blurted out the first thing on his mind. “You look so different without glasses.”

“Ah, yes, I forget they change my appearance. I trust the look is a good one?”

Prompto nodded like a dork and then blushed hard when he realized he essentially told Ignis he looked good.

“Ready for that bath?” Ignis asked, holding out his hand. “I assume you don’t mind me helping you in there, correct?”

“I don’t think I’ll make it otherwise,” Prompto offered, still blushing furiously. He took Ignis’ hand and tried not to put his whole weight on the man, but his legs were rubber. Ignis pulled him along for two steps before he opted to sling Prompto’s arm over his shoulder. The calming scent came back stronger, and Prompto took a deep breath. “You smell really good,” he admitted before he could stop himself.

Ignis snickered and smiled brightly. “I’m glad to hear it, Prompto. I don’t ever really desire to smell bad.”

Prompto giggled and relaxed a little. The arm Ignis had around his waist was strong and comforting. He felt safe. Once inside the bathroom Prompto noted the full tub complete with bubble bath. Ignis deposited him on the edge of the tub and made sure he would stay upright before he backed away.

“Will you be able to handle the rest? I’ll be outside sitting on the floor if you need me.”

A strange new feeling tugged at Prompto’s brain. The old Prompto wanted to be left alone, but now as he sat waiting for Ignis to turn and leave the room, he wished he would stay with him. Prompto could see Ignis’ long legs stretch out next to the door when he sat on the floor. He was more than a little dumbstruck by the idea that an alpha would willingly sit on the floor simply to make him feel better.

Shaking himself back to reality, Prompto undressed and slid into the warm bath. It felt divine.

Ignis’ worried voice rang out a moment later. “Are you alright?”

“Mmmmnn, this feels so good,” he answered, unaware that he’d made a noise to begin with. Looking around the well-appointed space, Prompto noticed that Ignis had taken his jacket off when he’d made up the bath. It was resting over a towel bar nearby. Checking to make sure Ignis couldn’t see, he reached out and grabbed the item. Careful not to get it wet he buried his nose in the fabric. Ignis’ natural scent mixed with his cologne permeated the garment.

The scent made Prompto feel comforted. He had no desire to leave or do anything else. He merely wanted to be in Ignis’ company and exist.

“You’ve not fallen asleep in there, have you?” Ignis questioned after several minutes of silence.

Fearing he’d get caught with the coat, Prompto attempted to put it back on the towel bar. It sort of worked, but he knew he’d be found out the second Ignis came in later to tidy up, “Uh – I’m fine.”

Before Prompto could fret anymore about the coat, Ignis started up an easy conversation about pets. Prompto was able to enjoy the bath and carry on about his love of animals for the next twenty minutes.

When the water started to lose its heat, Prompto searched around for the drain release. Ignis understood what was happening even though he couldn’t see and offered instructions on the location of the towels he’d left out.

The alpha remained seated outside as Prompto dried off and dressed in a new set of sleepwear. Ignis truly had thought of everything. Balancing on the edge of the tub, Prompto debated about whether he needed help back to bed. He’d been tired before the bath, but the hot water had sapped what little energy he had left.

“Ignis, um – I.” Prompto stalled. He didn’t know how to ask for help without sounding needy.

The advisors kind voice replied, “Are you decent? Can I look now?”

“Yeah, for sure.”

Ignis leaned around the door frame and smiled. “Do you require assistance in getting back to the bed?”

Prompto nodded vigorously. “I still feel really tired.”

“Blood loss will have that effect, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right. That happened.” It wasn’t something Prompto had forgotten about, but he was trying to bury it in the back of his mind. Not thinking about Saeva helped him stay calm. He knew she wasn’t able to hurt him anymore, but that didn’t stop the fear from nearly strangling him.

Ignis was now standing and again held out his hand for Prompto to accept. Smiling up at the alpha, he grabbed hold and threw his arm over Ignis’ shoulder like before.

“Do you feel better?”

“Definitely. How long did I sleep for, do you know?” Prompto asked as they slowly walked back to the bed.

“A few hours at most. We arrived close to five a.m., and it’s nearly nine thirty now.”

When Ignis lowered Prompto to the bed, his mother stirred. She snapped her eyes open and sat up quickly. “Oh! Is everything alright? Where’s Saeva?”

“Mum, it’s okay. We’re in Lucis, remember?”

Soliamare took a deep breath, leaped across the bed, and tackled Prompto in a hug. “My sweet boy, are you alright?” she asked, still hugging him tightly.

Prompto wasn’t able to hold her up, and they both fell sideways onto the bed. “Mum! I’m okay; be gentle with me.” She kissed him on the forehead and struggled to right herself.

“Majesty, if you’d like to freshen up, I’ve had some clothes dropped off for you. They are on the dresser next to the restroom,” Ignis offered while bowing slightly.

“Oh that does sound lovely, thank you --” she paused, struggling to find her next words.

Ignis seemed to understand right away and smiled, “Allow me to introduce myself properly: Ignis Scientia, advisor to the crown prince of Lucis. Please do call me Ignis, though.”

“Thank you so much for your help, Ignis. I don’t know how we would have survived that episode on our own.”

“It wasn’t right to leave you both in such an inhospitable place. You deserve better,” Ignis replied, looking directly at Prompto.

Prompto could feel his face grow flush from the comment, and he turned his head a second later to try and hide.

Ignis cleared his throat to break the tension. “If you both would like, I can leave you alone to relax.”

“No!” Prompto blurted, causing his face to turn an even darker shade of red. “You can stay, please.”

Ignis chuckled and nodded. “Very well, but allow me to go and gather some food for you both. Prompto, you need to drink a lot of water and rest today.”

Prompto agreed and rolled over so he could crawl back under the covers. Ignis continued to smile as he bowed again and turned to leave. He promised he’d return soon.

The second the door had latched after Ignis exited his mother turned and stared at him wide eyed. “He’s perfect.”

“Do you think he likes me?” Prompto asked, hoping to hear his mother’s honest assessment.

“Oh yes, dear. The way he looks at you and takes care of you. He’s so tender and sweet. Your father wasn’t even like that.”

“But stepdad was nice to you!” Prompto exclaimed.

“Yes, he was, but in a different way. Ignis is gentle and caring; he clearly wants you to be comfortable.”

“I feel funny around him. I can’t explain it.”

Soliamare tilted her head in confusion and reached out a hand to squeeze his shoulder. “What do you mean funny?”

“Like – he’s an alpha, but I don’t feel scared of him anymore. I sorta get antsy if he’s not near me. Does that make sense?”

“Hmmm. I didn’t think it happened much anymore, but you may have imprinted on each other.”

Prompto forced himself to sit up and started wringing his hands. “Is that bad?”

“Oh no! Sweetheart, that’s good. It’s very rare is all. It’s nothing to worry about. It means you are both meant for each other.”

Prompto repeated his mother’s words in his head - ‘meant for each other.’ That would explain why he felt so drawn to Ignis. He wasn’t allowed to dwell on the subject for much longer as a knock on the door signaled Ignis’ return.

The food piled on the tray in Ignis’ arms made his mouth water instantly. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was. Ignis apologized several times for the lack of a proper place to eat, but his words were mostly ignored. His mother was happily eating and finally seemed to truly be relaxing.

Deciding to try and be bold for once, Prompto reached out and grabbed Ignis’ arm. “Why don’t you sit with us and enjoy the food? Aren’t you hungry, too?”

Ignis stared at his pale, freckled hand on his arm. After a minute, he nodded and sat on the bed with them. Prompto didn’t remember falling asleep again, but the next time he opened his eyes, the room was quiet. The light pouring in through the windows cast soft shadows down the walls.

Noting that his mother was missing, Prompto looked around and found Ignis asleep in the chair once more. His phone was abandoned on his chest; clearly he’d been trying to work. The alpha looked so peaceful. Prompto simply wanted to lay there and stare at him. Exhaustion soon beckoned and caused his eyelids to droop. Within minutes, they’d closed again as he passed into the land of dreams.

Ignis was gathering another blanket from the closet to cover Prompto when a soft knock at the door caught his attention. Peering over, he smiled when Soliamare poked her head into the room.

“I wanted to check on him,” she announced, walking quietly to the bed.

They both spread the blanket over Prompto as he slept. “I’d imagine he will still be tired for another day or two, but I believe the worst is behind him.”

“I had no idea things were going to end that way. If I’d known, I would have left with him ages ago.” She frowned. “He asked me to run away, and I said no.”

Ignis could see the path this conversation was going down. “Majesty, try not to focus on the ‘what ifs’. It’s not your fault this occurred.”

Soliamare nodded and continued to pat her son’s head gently. “He’s a good boy. I’m happy he’ll have a chance to do something with his life now.”

The blond stirred slightly and cracked his vibrant blue eyes open. “Mum,” he mumbled groggily. “Wha’s happening?”

“Nothing terrible, dear. I’m going out for a tour of the citadel, and I wanted to tell you.”

The seemingly benign statement elicited a surprising reaction from Prompto. He sucked in a harsh breath and propped himself up on his elbows. “You shouldn’t go alone, mum. Can you wait for me to go with you?”

“Oh, listen to me. I’m so silly. Dearheart, no, I’m not going alone. Ardyn has offered to take me around.”

“Who?” Prompto squawked. “We don’t know--”

Soliamare interrupted gently, “Noctis’ uncle. You referred to him earlier as Mr. Lucis Caelum, I believe.”

Prompto scrunched up his brow in confusion as he thought. “Oh – OH! That guy! Yeah, sorry, I didn’t remember his first name. He’s cool. He got snaky to leave us alone.”

“I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone. Will you be alright here without me?”

“Mmm hmm.” The omega hummed at first. “Uh -- Ignis you’re staying, right?” he added a second later with a worried look.

“Of course. If that would make you more comfortable, I’ll stay.”

Prompto nodded and smiled brightly at the statement as he flopped back down into the pillows. “Mum, do you know where Ardyn is taking you?”

“He mentioned viewing the empty guest suites to see which one you and I wanted to move into. I’ll let you know the one I like when I return, and then you can vote once you’ve seen them.”

Soliamare rose from her perch on the bed and kissed Prompto on the cheek. “Rest well, dear. I’ll be back soon.”

The room was once again quiet after the queen left. Ignis began to tidy up as he prepared to watch over Prompto while he slept. The younger man had other ideas and shot upright again gasping. “Ignis, uh – I’m keeping you from work or something right?” he asked with wide eyes. “You shouldn’t stay with me if you have stuff to do. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to hav--.”

Raising his hands, Ignis shushed the poor omega. “It’s quite alright, Prompto. I have cleared my calendar and am not missing anything of importance.”

“But you have a job to do, and you help Noct with stuff. I’m ruining that!”

“You are not ruining anything, Prompto. Believe me when I say that I desire being here with you,” Ignis offered sincerely.

“Okay, but please tell me if you need to go do anything. I don’t want to be the reason you get behind.”

“I won’t get behind, I swear.”

Prompto nodded and eased back into the bed a second time. “What’s gonna happen next? I mean with me and my mom.”

“We are working to secure a permanent home for you both, along with anything else you need to feel comfortable.”

“Are there any jobs I can do here? I don’t have training in much, but I can learn,” Prompto asked with a pout.

“It appears your situation hasn’t been explained very well.” Ignis paused as Prompto looked on with concern. “It’s nothing to worry about, Prompto,” he added while reaching out to gently squeeze his foot under the covers. “You are a prince and that affords you certain rights. At the moment, you and your mother are political refugees seeking asylum.”

“Being a refugee isn’t a job, though. How will I pay for things?”

“Ahh, I believe the paperwork your mother had to retrieve will help with that. From what I understand, your step-father left your mother money.”

“Really?” the blond questioned with awe. “ I didn’t know that. She never said anything to me.”

“I suppose she didn’t feel the need to. She thought things would stay the same.”

Prompto’s expression changed from curious to one full of fear. “Will my step brothers be mad we left? They can’t make me go back, right?”

“I can’t attest to their mental state, but I don’t believe they will be mad at you for leaving. As far as making you go back, that will never happen.”

“You can’t be sure. They are mean.”

Working to control his emotions so Prompto wouldn’t see his raw anger, Ignis replied as calmly as he could. “I won’t let them.” Seeing the omega open his mouth for a rebuttal, Ignis tried again, “You have the full support of the Lucian crown behind you, Prompto. That includes the entire crownsguard, myself, Gladio, Noctis, Marshal Leonis, Nyx, the ki--.”

“Ok!” Prompto interrupted loudly, “I believe you!” He then started giggling.

The advisor had continued to count out silent people out on his hands despite Prompto stopping him. It appeared his determined yet pensive gaze at the ceiling was funny to the blond.

“Um – Ignis, when I feel better, do you think you could show me around?”

Having finished up his antics, Ignis turned back to the bed and smiled. “Of course, I’d love to.” The look of joy on Prompto’s face was contagious. Ignis couldn’t help but grin back. This type of situation was new for him; actually, it was new for them both. That thought helped quell his fears about doing something wrong.

The next hour went by easily as they talked about life. Ignis filled the blond in on his childhood and growing up beside Noctis. Some stories would make Prompto laugh. Soon realizing Ignis craved this sound, he racked his brain for anything funny he could think to tell the omega. When Prompto started attempting to hide his yawns, Ignis knew it was time to let him sleep.

Promising to stay nearby, Ignis settled in his chair by the bed and began catching up with his emails. The thought of getting to spend more time Prompto kept invading his thoughts. He’d never felt this excited about something before.

>Next Chapter 11

#ffxv #fanfic #promnis #ignis #prompto

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ezra-blue · 6 years ago

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Ah I gotcha. How about Ignis then?

Sorry friendo

favorite thing about them

The voice. It grows on you.

The clothes.

The devotion.

least favorite thing about them

He can be silver-tongued towards his companions sometimes, especially Noctis and Prompto

favorite line

oh. Oh. It’s not a line. It’s a conversation. I’m just gonna bold the highlights.

Ignis: A moment?Gladio: Is everything okay?Ignis: It bloody well isn’t. And I won’t suffer this pointless bickering in silence any longer. Let’s be frank. My vision hasn’t improved, and probably won’t. Yet in spite of this… I would remain with you all. Til the very end.Gladio: Sorry, but I object. War is a matter of life and death.Prompto: But, we’ll be there!Gladio: It’s not about us looking out for him!Prompto: Uh-huh. Well, then he should be free to choose.Gladio: There’s more to it than just what he wants!Ignis: I know full well! I won’t ask you to slow down. If I can’t keep up, I will bow out.Gladio: What says “His Majesty”?Ignis: Noct, you are king. One cannot lead by standing still. A king pushes onward always, accepting the consequences and never looking back. Gladio, Noct will take his rightful place, but only once he’s ready. (credit for transcription)

and if you just want me to be silly...

“THAT’S IT! I’ve discovered a new recipeh.”

Though I like that one a lot less after I triggered a new recipe and got party wiped by the fucking Midgardsomr because the battle triggered at the same time as the cutscene.

BROTP - Noctis, Gladio, and Aranea.

OTP

Promnis. Their chemistry makes me so damn happy.

Polyship Roadtrip. He’s totally the “group mom” of their relationship

I’m okay with Ignoct and Gladnis, but they just don’t have the same chemistry as Promnis.

nOTP

Highspecs. Aranea and Ignis make good friends but they wouldn’t be a good couple.

Ignis/Ardyn. STOP THAT. Ardyn shipping is only good for angst.

random headcanon

He loves music, all kinds. He listens to music while working. He often has to stop himself from humming or singing quietly while cooking or cleaning. Evidence: humming the chocobo song.

unpopular opinion

Alright so as much as I love his voice, the direction on his lines is uneven. He sounds a little stilted sometimes.

song i associate with them

Hozier, “Nina Cried Power” Just look at the lyrics. This is the scene where he puts on the ring. I have a whole fic in my head leading up to him putting on the ring set to this song but nobody likes songfics anymore.

“And I could cry powerPower has been cried by those much stronger than meStraight into the face that tells you to rattle your chains If you love being free”

Ignis has chosen nothing his entire life. He was drafted into being Noctis’ chamberlain when he was six. He was deprived a childhood, to be allowed to be a teenager, not allowed to choose a career for himself. When those chains were broken with the fall of Insomnia, with nobody telling him he had to serve Noctis HE CHOSE TO STAY WITH NOCTIS. HE CHOSE TO STAY WITH THE PARTY. HE CHOSE TO PUT ON THE RING KNOWING HE MIGHT DIE EVEN IF HE SUCCEEDED IN PROTECTING NOCT AGAINST ARDYN AND WHEN HE WAS BLINDED HE CHOSE TO STAY BECAUSE HE’S LOYAL AND GENUINELY LOVES NOCTIS AS HIS FRIEND AND LIEGE. i have a lot of feelings ok

Oh, and for fun, this one. The video is probably necessary viewing too. Warning for language.

Favorite art?

I’m not allowed to post it on Tumblr. The fanartists draw him too sexy.

Okay maybe this one, for the messy hair and precious smile: Source

#ffxv #iggy~#I have Opinions

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cyhyr · 6 years ago

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Heir Apparent

For Day 4: Niflheim Prince AU @promnisweek

(A/N: Not Beta-read. I wrote this in one sitting. And there's not much promnis besides a few throw-away lines. I'll do better tomorrow.)

Prompto carefully lifted his drink to his lips, but didn’t ingest any of it. He hadn’t gotten the all-clear from Aranea, but she was still milling about trying to get a feel for the room. They had split up once they had been announced and entered the ball, trusting each other to fend for themselves for a few minutes. Beforehand, Aranea had reminded him not to eat or drink, but to stay inconspicuous for now.

Inconspicuous was difficult, though, when you were the Heir Apparent to the empire that controlled two of the three other countries and was at war with the third. He stayed against a wall of the Imperial ballroom while diplomats and high-born persons tried their best to not show their sneers.

No one wanted to be here. Hell, Prompto didn’t want to be here. Aranea was the only one in his cabinet that approved of his policy change—which is why she didn’t trust anyone else to test the food and drink being served at their own palace. And the representatives of the other countries also looked like they were politely pretending to eat and drink while they quietly spoke to each other.

“Kid,” Aranea joined him with a glass of wine in hand. “It’s all safe.”

Prompto let his shoulders sag. He didn’t know if that was relieving or not. If not by poisoning, how was the assassination attempt going to happen this time?

“You need to mingle. No one’s going to believe your announcement if you don’t show them that you’re different from Aldercapt.”

“No one’s going to believe me anyway,” Prompto muttered. “Not until all the troopers are pulled back to Niflheim.”

“Go.”

“This was a mistake.”

“Your Imperial Highness.”

Prompto and Aranea both turned to face the newcomer; a tall, pale-haired, bespectacled man in an immaculate black suit was bowed over in front of them, one hand over his chest. Prompto’s schooling was good enough that even though the man spoke with a Tenebraen accent, he recognized the formalities of Lucis. He stood back up straight and Prompto’s mouth was dry. The man was gorgeous.

“May I introduce His Royal Highness, Noctis Lucis Caelum, prince of Lucis,” the man said, stepping aside just enough for the named prince to step up in front of them. At his other side, a taller muscular man glared at Prompto for just a moment, then turned and faced the crowd behind his charge.

Aranea stuck out her hand first. “Aranea Highwind, Imperial Heir and advisor to our future emperor.”

Prince Noctis shook her hand, and then she offered it to the man at his side. He took it, introducing himself, “Ignis Scientia, Hand of the Prince.”

Okay, so he's out of bounds, Prompto thought as he also shook hands with both Ignis and Prince Noctis. “Please,” he said, “Just Prompto, or Prince Prompto if you must.”

Prince Noctis nodded. “I’m okay with first names.”

“Alright. How do you find the party?”

Noctis frowned. “Actually, everyone seems to be on their toes. Even you two. Something we weren’t informed of? I thought you had some big announcement.”

Prompto cleared his throat and ducked his head a bit. “Ah, actually, I’m—um.”

“Prompto’s coming down from his third assassination attempt this week,” Aranea cut in. This startled the Lucians before them, even the guard with his back turned stiffened. “We’re on high alert, but I assure you the food and drinks are safe. It’s likely, though, that someone else would be a target tonight and not us, if only to subvert the message Prompto wants to send.”

“And what would that be?” Ignis asked.

“Peace,” Prompto said. He managed to look both Noctis and Ignis in the eye and continued, “I don’t want to inherit a country at war, or with captured citizens that curse Niflheim at every chance. Tonight is my announcement of my first policy and my primary goal as Emperor.”

Aranea gently took his elbow and pulled him in to whisper, “Your father’s here, glaring daggers. On your ten.” Sure enough, Prompto took a glance over Ignis’s shoulder and saw the old man, Verstael Besithia, watching their interaction.

“So ‘peace,’ but for selfish reasons,” Noctis said and sighed. “I mean, what did I expect?”

Prompto looked back at Noctis and shook his head. “No, I didn’t mean it like that, I…” Verstael was moving through the crowd, weaving in and out. “What is he doing?” he muttered to Aranea.

She stiffened her hold on him and said, “I don’t know. I’m going to go find out. Stay here.”

“Prince Prompto?”

He caught Ignis’s eyes again, and turned back to an unpleasant frown on Noctis’s face. “I’m sorry, it’s just—”

“You’re distracted, whatever. How did you mean it, then?”

“I only want peace for Eos and I know that Niflheim is every country’s antagonistic force. I want to pull it all back, give back Tenebrae its autonomy, remove our influence from Accordo, and most importantly, stop our invasion of the Lucian Continent—Move!” Prompto pulled Noctis to the side, where Aranea had been standing before, and took the bullet intended for the Lucian Prince’s back. Red erupted from his white formalwear as the crowd began to panic.

Aranea landed on the shooter just after the gun went off, running a dagger into the back of her neck. She looked around for Besithia, but he was gone—either this wasn’t his plot, or he made it away in time that it couldn’t be pinned on him. She swore as the woman at her feet twitched with death, and then looked up to see Prompto bleeding, the Lucian retinue standing guard around both princes.

“Damn it all,” she muttered, then ran to his side.

Prompto fell forward onto his knees as blood began to dribble out his mouth. He blacked out before he hit the floor.

He woke later to soreness in his chest and quiet chatter in his room. The itch of his formalwear was gone, replaced by the sharp stinging smell of astringent and floor cleaner. Soft sheets bunched at his hips and short-sleeved scrubs covered his torso.

The palace’s hospital wing.

Home sweet home.

Across the room, Prince Noctis was on the phone while pacing back and forth. At his left, the muscled guard from before stood watch at the window, glaring at the Lucian prince any time he got too close. And, at his right, Ignis Scientia, the most gorgeous man in the world wow he was on the good drugs.

Ignis chuckled.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” Prompto asked. His voice was raspy and quiet, but it seemed that Ignis had keen hearing.

“You did. The highest compliment from the Heir Apparent, I presume?”

Prompto sniffed a laugh. “Was Prince Noctis injured?”

“Only the barest of bruises from your grip, Your Highness,” Ignis said, and then bowed his head. “My thanks.”

“Aranea?”

“Killed the shooter, a Lady Selenia Trapt?”

Prompto groaned. “Her daughter was Heir Apparent for five years before I was selected. She certainly had motive.”

“But Lady Aranea would be your successor, would she not?”

“She will, once I’m actually Emperor. I can’t name Heirs until then.”

Ignis hummed. “Niflheim laws of succession are quite the maze.”

Prince Noctis hung up the phone and stood at the foot of the bed. “Thank you, Prince Prompto. I don’t think even Gladio could have reacted in time. I’m glad you’re recovering.”

“Me too,” Prompto said. “But this is going to push back my schedule by weeks. I’ve been planning bids for peace, but I can’t really travel with a hole in my chest. I’d been hoping to visit Lucis to speak with the King in a month or so.” He groaned. “Bummer.”

“You’re really serious about it?”

“Prince Noctis, I took a bullet to the chest to stop a militant nightmare from descending on our countries. I’m, quite literally, deathly serious about discontinuing Niflheim’s policy of war.”

The room was silent for a few breaths as everyone processed. Then, the door opened and in strode Aranea with a folder under her arm and a glint in her eye.

“Move aside, Specky. I’ve got good news for His Imperial Highness.”

Ignis stood and stepped closer to Prompto’s head. His heart fluttered a bit and damn it hurt.

Good hurt, good hurt. The man was pretty.

She shoved the folder into his hands and it was tricky to open it with wires and sensors attached to his arms, but he got it. Then, she smiled. “The Lady Oracle heard about your stupidity and called us directly to ask about your policy. I’ve been on the phone with her and her brother for the last hour, drafting this. Your first treaty, kid! The Protectorate of Tenebrae will be returned its sovereignty the day after your coronation, all you gotta do is sign on the line.”

Prompto leafed through the drafted treaty, his smile growing with every line he skimmed. The medication was kicking in again, so he was getting sleepy, but this! This was what he was after! “Aranea, it’s… you’re the best!”

“I know.”

“I’ll need to read it all later.”

“I know.”

“I’m so excited.”

“I know, kid,” she laughed. “Go back to sleep. You’ve got shit to do and you’ve gotta heal up properly before it can happen.”

Before his eyes could shut, he held the treaty folder out to Prince Noctis. “Would you do me the honor of reading through this and making sure that Tenebrae gets its due?”

Noctis laughed. “Believe me, you don’t want me reading it. I never really got through my political science lessons. But Ignis can do it, if that’s okay, Specs?”

Prompto turned to the side and smiled up at the man, holding the folder up to him. Ignis nodded. “It would be my pleasure, Prince Prompto.”

Their fingers brushed when Ignis took the folder. Prompto’s heart fluttered again and he winced, but settled back into his pillow. “Thank you, Ignis. Feel free to make notes and such.” He yawned and shut his eyes. “Aranea,” he muttered, and felt her take his hand, “It’s starting.”

Peace on Eos.

#promnisweek2019 #my writing

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graychocobo · 6 years ago

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21, for the dialogue prompts, with Promnis?

(Omg I’m so sorry that this is so late. Life decided to kick my ass for the past week or so. Anyways I hope you enjoy it!)

Prompt: “I may have had a few shots.”

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Several months had passed since Noctis had been taken into the crystal. The hours of daylight were slowly dwindling away. People were beginning to take notice and panicing.The daemons had been growing quickly in strength with each additional second of darkness. Refugees, gathered in the larger cities in order to find safety. Hunters, Glaives, and Crownsguard worked together to protect the civilians.

Everyone had to step up and do their part. Noctis’ friends were no exception. They were there to protect and rebuild what remained of Lucis while their king was away. Gladiolus and Prompto worked hard on training new recruits and going on missions to gather supplies, rescue civilians, guard transport vehicles, and relay messages to other outposts. Ignis worked tirelessly on the political and strategical front. He helped to come up with plans on how to build town defenses and come up with strategies to fight off the monster hordes that lurked in the darkness.

Prompto made his way into the tiny ‘apartment’ he shared with Ignis inside of the former Leville Hotel. It was the royal suit that they occasionally used to stay in when the hotel was open. It was slightly rearranged to make room for a makeshift kitchen, and a tiny living area separate from their bed room. Although they were still trying to keep it on the down low it wasn’t much of a secret anymore that Prompto and Ignis were an item. They had started dating just a few weeks before they set off on that fateful road trip.

“Hey Iggy, I’m back! Iris gave us some veggies from her garden. I’m thinking I’m going to try and cook a veggie medley stew for dinner.” Prompto said as he placed the bag of groceries down on the counter. It wasn’t rare for Ignis not to answer immediately, but Prompto always would check on his blind boyfriend just to make sure he was okay.

“Iggy?” Prompto curiously poked his head into the living room area. Inside he saw Ignis sitting down on the couch with his head in his hands. In front of his boyfriend was an open bottle of alcohol and a glass half full on the small table. It was unusual for Ignis to drink on his own without prompting as he tended to get overly emotional when buzzed. Although sometimes that was the only way Ignis knew how to process his bottled-up troubles.

“I-Ignis? Are you feeling alright, babe? Is your eye bothering you again?” Prompto asked as he slowly made his way over to his boyfriend. Every once in a while, the wounds Ignis received from his fight against Ardyn in Altissia would ache and throb. The wounds that had robbed Ignis of his sight were still not completely healed. Prompto couldn’t even begin to imagine how painful it was.

Ignis turned his head towards the direction of Prompto’s voice. “Apologies, Love. I didn’t mean to worry you. I was just lost in thought.” Ignis carefully reached out and caressed Prompto’s cheek.

“Don’t worry about it, dude. You have nothing to apologize for.” Prompto answered. “Anyways…It’s rare to see you breaking out the liquor. How much have you had already?”

“I might have had a few shots.” Ignis replied. The red tint on his cheeks indicated that he probably had already consumed more than that. “Would you want to join me, darling?”

“I’ll just have a nip. I still have no alcohol tolerance though.” Prompto chuckled before he took a sip from Ignis’ glass. As long as he didn’t take more than one shot Prompto figured that it wouldn’t be enough to get drunk. “So… What’s been on your mind, cupcake?”

Ignis remained silent for a few moments. “It’s irrelevant. Just letting my thoughts get the better of me.” Ignis sighed as he took another sip. His hand was a bit shaky as he put the glass back down. The glass slipped out of his grip at the last second before hitting the table. Luckily the glass did not spill or break. “No matter, Darling, I assure you that nothing is wrong.”

Prompto wasn’t buying it. He always disliked the fact that Ignis tended to bottle up his emotions and handle problems all by himself. Ignis rarely allowed himself open up when he felt troubled. Part of it was due to his boyfriend’s pride, but it also was because Ignis wasn’t used to needing support. The man was great at taking care of others, but tended to have issues looking after himself mentally.

“Iggy….If something is bothering you then it isn’t irrelevant. You don’t need to put on a strong front for me.” Prompto frowned. “Babe…You know I’m always here for you, right?”

Ignis opened his mouth as if he was going to protest but instead let out a small soft sob. “I do, Prompto. I really I do.” He took in a deep breath. It was hard for him, but he knew that being open sharing both good times, bad times, hopes, worries, and dreams with each other was important. “It’s just I don’t want to be a hindrance. You have been working so hard recently and I just didn’t want to add to that stress.”

“…..Iggy…..You don’t have to-” Prompto was going to say something, but got cut off by his lover.

“I’m just so frustrated.” Ignis whimpered as a single tear made its way down from one ‘good’ eye. “I detest feeling like this….” Prompto didn’t say anything but hugged his lover gently as he cried. “I used to be able to do everything on my own, but ever since I’ve become blind it has been difficult. I’ve started getting the hang of getting around on my own with a cane, but I’m frustrated with how slow my progress has been. I want to get back to how skilled I was at fighting and cooking. I don’t want people to think of me as an invalid. I can’t go anywhere by myself without someone thinking I am helpless and incapable of even the simplest things. Normally I am able to push these thoughts out of mind, but today it has been a bit harder than normal. I feel like I’ve let you down somehow…That I might not be worthy of remaining by your side…..”

It was a lot to take in. Prompto had a good idea how hard Ignis worked on persevering through adjusting to his new ‘normal’. This wasn’t the first time that Ignis needed to vent his frustrations of his situation, and certainly this wasn’t going to be the last. What was harder for Prompto to take in was the fact that somehow his lover had gotten the idea that he wasn’t worthy of their relationship.

Before replying Prompto planted a kiss directly on Ignis’ cheek. A hand brushed away one of the tears falling down. “Ignis…I need to to listen to me. You are one of the most talented, amazing, inspiring, and strongest people I know. You have never let me down once in my entire life. I love you so much, Iggy. There is no reason to think that you are letting me down. I’m the luckiest guy in the world for being able to be with you.” Prompto hugged Ignis again. “I know things are hard right now, but it will get better. I know it is hard to believe right now but you have made a ton of progress since Altissia. Every day I see you gaining more confidence walking around. You haven’t bumped into anything in our apartment after our first month here… Give yourself some credit, yeah?”

Tears were still flowing out of Ignis’ eye as he gave a slight nod. The advisor was still rather emotional but he seemed to be calming down a bit now. Ignis made no indication that he was going to speak again, so Prompto continued to do so. “You don’t have to handle everything by yourself, Ignis. I’m here for you. We can handle anything life throws at us, together. If anyone speaks down to you or makes you feel uncomfortable it speaks more about them than it does about you. Some people are always going to be ignorant just like there are always people who are assholes. You can’t control them, but you always can control how you handle them. In the worst case you just need to tell them to fuck off.”

Prompto paused to take a breath. He wanted to take a second so he could carefully word what he wanted to say next. “Please don’t take this the wrong way……..I’m not going to lie, but it will take a while for you to feel like your skills are back to normal. There is nothing wrong with feeling impatient about it though. On the bright side it will still probably happen sooner than you expect. So, glass half full, right? Even better is the fact that I can even help out more with your training and we can start cooking together. Your body already has the muscle memory part done, so now we just need to work on your confidence. Everything is going to be alright.”

A small smile finally appeared on Ignis’ face as he pulled the sunshine blond into his arms and whispered ‘Thank you. I needed to hear that.” into his lover’s ear. It was amazing how his boyfriend seemed to make his insecurities and worries disappear. Mentally he was still exhausted, but Ignis was grateful for Prompto’s loving support.

After things had calmed down the two of them talked about much happier things while drinking a few more shots between them. They talked about everything from chocobos to memories of how their relationship had started. It wasn’t long before they lost track of time altogether. The vegetables and dinner plans were completely forgotten about. Eventually the two love birds fell asleep in each other’s arms on the couch completely content.

#promnis #prompto argentum #ffxv prompto #Ignis Stupeo Scientia #ffxv ignis #Prompto x Ignis #fanfic #Idk why but I see Ignis as an emotional drunk

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niightwngs · 7 years ago

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Promnis, #9, “in public” kiss!!

9. ...in public

Word Count: 310

For the first time since leaving Insomnia, Ignis feels at peace.

He and Prompto had spent the day exploring Altissia, enjoying the day off they’ve been given while Gladio and Noctis met with First Secretary Claustra. There was little to do that wasn’t outside their budget, but for once, Ignis didn’t mind dragging his feet.

Now, the sun was setting, turning the sky a stunning red-orange. The light reflects off the ocean, creating a sight so beautiful Prompto takes a photograph. The stars, slowly but surely, are coming out, twinkling brightly.

“Isn’t it beautiful, Iggy?”

Ignis’ attention turns to Prompto. There’s something particularly breathtaking about the way the lightning seems to make Prompto’s skin glow, like he’s an angel sent from the Astrals above. His big, beautiful blue eyes are wide with wonder as he stares at the sight before him. In the back of Ignis’ mind, he remembers that this is Prompto’s first time outside the wall.

“It most certainly is,” Ignis whispers, though his focus remains on his boyfriend’s face.

Prompto lets out a soft sigh of content, leaning against Ignis. He rests his head on the adviser’s shoulder, his eyes sliding shut. “I had a lot of fun today, babe.”

“As did I, my darling,” Ignis murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to Prompto’s temple. “I regret not saving up more funds before we came, though… perhaps then we could’ve been able to do more than sightsee.”

“Who cares about all that?” Prompto asks. “I got everything I need right here.” He takes Ignis’ hand, intertwining their fingers.

Ignis’ smile grows a little wider. Everything about this moment was perfect—the day giving way to night, the gentle movements of the gondola, the soft drone of the city surrounding them.

“You’re absolutely right, dove,” Ignis says, voice soft. He leans in, capturing Prompto’s lips in a sweet, gentle kiss.

#ffxv #promnis #mgtk.fic #cndrow #chocobo express

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starlightsmusings · 7 years ago

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Promnis Week Day 1: First meeting / “Can I take a picture of you like this?”

Prompto struggled with the drawstring on his now too-loose sweatpants. Every time he managed to tie a knot, it always seemed to loosen just enough for the pants to feel like they were falling off, or occasionally the knot would be so tight he could feel every inch of the rope dig into his skin. Part of him knew he should just get new pants, and part of him knew school was still a month away and he was planning on exercising every day between now and then.

He sighed before tugging the knot one last time, hoping that it would stay for at least half his run. He slipped his shoes on, put his music on, and locked his door behind him before starting his morning run.

When he first started running, he ran in the afternoon.To him, it made sense. A lot of people ran in the morning, and he could avoid running into (more fit) runners by going in the afternoon, plus it gave him the morning to do chores or, if he was truthful with himself, to sleep in on days he wasn’t in school.

After a few afternoon runs, he realized that the morning joggers had the right idea.There were too many people in the afternoon and it was too hot to run even a short distance most of the time. He tried going whenever he woke up for the day, but found he was still having to awkwardly jog around people, which meant he still had to deal with staring from everyone. Even the quieter pathways were still pretty busy so he knew he had change when he ran.

Mornings were, generally, a lot better. Sure, getting up early still sucked, but having to only deal with other joggers, who were often too focused on their self to pay him much attention, and the occasional shop owner who was fine having him help out in exchange for food was totally worth it.

“Mornin’, Prompto!”

“G’morning Miss Rosa!” He slowed his jog down as he approached her as she finished unlocking the door to her bakery. “Need any help this morning?”

The brunette chuckled. “I was hoping you’d ask. I have a couple of things that I can’t move on my own, and Emily won’t be up for at least an hour...”

“Just point the way!” He ducked into her store and immediately saw the bags of flour and other ingredients next to the counter.

“The delivery man came right as we were closing so we didn’t get a chance to move them.”

Prompto picked up the first bag, shifting it so he could at least see around it. “Put it in the kitchen?”

“Oh, Prompto. Let me help--”

“Nope!” He quickly turned so the bag was out of her reach and started moving towards the back of the shop. “I got it. And b’sides, you shouldn’t be lifting anything.”

“You’re just as bad as Emily.” Rosa put her hands on her hips, which only accentuated her ever-growing stomach. “Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t help.”

Prompto didn’t bother responding when he came to pick up the next bag.

“Fine,” she sighed. “I’m going to check what’s in the oven. If a customer comes in while I’m finishing up, can you at least greet them?”

He shrugged as best as he could while holding the bag. He didn’t expect anyone to come in this early, so he didn’t see it being an issue.

The bell on the door dinged just as he placed the third bag in the supply room. He looked over to Rosa only to have his hopes squashed as she was still very obviously getting a few more things ready to sell.

I can totally do this. It’s only one person….I hope.

“Good morning!” Prompto started as he walked into the room. “Is there anything I can...help you with?” He barely managed to get the words out once he took a look at who was in the store. The man who had entered the store was definitely not from this part of town--His glasses alone probably cost more than Prompto’s entire wardrobe, and his entire outfit seemed to be coordinated down to the last detail. Prompto awkwardly reached up to adjust his own tape-covered glasses, and then his shirt in a futile attempt to look slightly more put together.

“Yes. I was hoping to procure a few loaves of bread.” Plus apparently an accent that he hadn’t heard before.

Prompto nodded before realising that the man wasn’t looking in his direction. “You, uh, came to the right place then.”

“Do you happen to have any whole grain or sourdough?” he asked, turning to face Prompto.

He has really nice eyes. Prompto shook himself to stop his thoughts, though that didn’t stop his face from heating up. “The sourdough is over there on the wall, and if you want to wait a bit the whole grain will be ready.”

The other man thought for a moment. “Unfortunately, I’m on a bit of a schedule. They’ll just have to live with sour dough I suppose.”

“Oh.” Prompto paused for a moment. “I don’t know what exactly your tastes are, but I’ve always liked the rye. I mean, I all the options are good and I only get it occasionally and its normally a day or two after.” He quickly shut his mouth once he realized he was rambling.

The man gracefully adjusted his glasses before speaking again. “It’s not typically what we get, but it wouldn’t hurt to broaden our horizons.”

Prompto nodded and put the loaves in a bag as quickly as he could so he wouldn’t make a bigger fool out of himself. He almost managed the full transaction without too much more of a hiccup, but then they happened to touch as he was handed the money, which caused almost all of it to fall on the counter. The other man started to apologize and help Prompto pick up the money, but he had somehow managed to gather all of it to his own side.

“I, uh, got it. Thanks though.”

He let out a shaky exhale when the man finally left the store. Dealing with people, he decided, was definitely not his strong suit. Especially well-dressed men with accents and very nice eyes.

“So, who was the guy I just missed you fawning over?”

“Rosa!” Prompto whined. “Why didn’t you help me?”

“I’ll need a story to tell at your wedding one day,” she teased before handing him a bag with a few loaves of bread.

“I’m not helping you anymore,” Prompto grumbled.

“Sure, Prompto. I’ll see you in the morning.” She started guiding him out of the shop. “And who knows, maybe he’ll be back tomorrow!”

Prompto could only groan since he knew she wasn’t going to drop it any time soon.

Over the next few weeks, he still occasionally helped out at Rosa’s bakery in the morning, but as he geared up for school starting, he started his morning runs a little earlier and had to actually stick to a schedule. She still teased him about the man who had stopped in, especially since he was now somewhat of a regular at her store. According to Rosa, he actually wasn’t that much older than him and was finishing up school fairly close to where Prompto was going to school.

Prompto knew she meant well, and that she really just wanted to make more friends closer to his age, but well, after miraculously befriending the Prince, the guy he had only met once wasn’t as much of a priority in his mind.

“Hey, want to hang out tonight?”

“Uh, sure. If you don’t mind.”

“Sweet. I’ll text Specs to pick us up.”

Within minutes a car had pulled up in front of their school and Noctis got in, motioning Prompto to follow him.

“Did you two have a good day at school?”

Prompto froze as he was putting on his seatbelt. It couldn’t be.

“It was boring.”

“Then I’m assuming that your homework won’t take you that long to finish tonight then.”

Prompto quickly finished putting his seatbelt and turned his attention to anywhere he didn’t have to make eye contact with the man who was driving. He knew he was probably bright red and drawing the attention of him anyways, though I doubt he even remembers me. He was thankful that Noctis and the other man were talking because he knew would turn into a bumbling mess if he were to try right now.

The drive itself was luckily very short, though it did not stop his brain from running a million different scenarios in his brain.It took him a few moments to realize that they even stopped and that Noctis was already getting out of the car.

“Prompto.”

He managed to look up and meet the other man’s eyes in the rearview mirror.

“The rye was an excellent choice. Thank you for the recommendation.”

“I, uh. You’re welcome?” He managed to stammer out. Without another thought, he started getting out of the car. “See you inside?”

Prompto thought he heard a soft laugh, but he was pretty sure his ears were playing tricks on him.

“You most certainly will.”

Prompto gave him a quick nod before following Noctis inside one of the many doors.

Well, maybe they would be seeing more of each other than he ever thought they would.

#promnisweek #promnis #ffxv fanfiction #starlights fanfics

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pastcloudfromffvii · 7 years ago

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promnis

i am howling

who’s the cuddler: it is absolutely prompto. i mean, iggy is happy to cuddle, but there’s a difference between “settle down in bed” cuddler and “latch onto your arm whenever you’re trying to do something important” cuddler.

who makes the bed: ignis

who wakes up first: ignis

who has the weird taste in music: hm. prompto listens to lemon demon and ignis listens to marina and the diamonds so i guess make of that what you will.

who is more protective: it is absolutely ignis although he’s not going to admit it.

who sings in the shower: they’re both prone to it, but ignis is more, humming and mumbling while prompto has no volume control.

who cries during movies: it depends on the type of movie, honestly. mostly prompto, though.

who spends the most while out shopping: ignis. growing up in relative poverty (relative being, within the crown city) means that prom is far less willing to spend money at all.

who kisses more roughly: ignis. prom’s could be

who is more dominant: definitely ignis. he’s the most dom out of the four of them lmao

my rating of the ship from 1-10: 9 at the very last

#headcanons #boyband #thank u friend..#but yea prom grew up in poverty within the city #but it would have been like middle class outside it #just imo #promptoargntm #aske

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stephicness · 8 years ago

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Twenty-Four -- Ignis Scientia x Prompto Argentum

WRITING SHUFFLE PROMPTS Song Selected: Twenty-Four by Switchfoot

Whoo! My first time writing some Promnis! c: It was fun to write, though it was a hard song to try pulling inspiration from. A good challenge to keep going at it though, and I’d definitely want to explore Promnis more in the future too. vuv Thanks for the request, Tea anon!

Word Count: 647 Character(s): Ignis Scientia/Prompto Argentum (Promnis) Warnings: None

Twenty-four. A number that Ignis could associate with everything. Despite it seeming like an odd number, it truly was a pleasant one. Twenty-four hours in a day, meaning twenty-four hours to plan things to do. Twenty-four in two dozen, meaning he could make about twenty-four pastries for six to go to each of his companions and himself. Twenty-four carats to make up 100% pure gold. Twenty-four is the atomic number for chromium. The number itself was a feat, for there was plenty of reasons why twenty-four was such a valuable number.

So when Prompto asked Ignis to pick a number, Ignis’s instantaneous reaction was to say the number. “Twenty-four.”

“Really? Twenty-four again?” Prompto couldn’t help but laugh as he made a mental note of the number. “You really like that number, don’t ya?”

“Of course. Twenty-four is a very valuable number. Unlike its opposite, the number forty-two.”

“Like 4/20, yeah~?”

Ignis scoffed and rolled his eyes as he ran the back of his knife over the cutting board to slide the carrots and celery into the pot. Noctis will eat those vegetables whether he’d like it or not. “Twenty-four is a far classier number, and it happens to be a favorite of mine.”

“Didn’t know that you could have favorite numbers.” Prompto chuckled and rested his arms behind his head as he glanced up at the sky. “Why twenty-four though? Like, I guess it could be fun to write, but what makes a number special anyways? Figured it’d just mean more math!”

Ignis’s smile spread over his face as he shook his head. The number itself didn’t really have a reason to be valuable itself, but Prompto did make a good point. What made a number so special? It wasn’t because Ignis enjoyed writing it, or the number was convenient. Math was surely not a reason either, despite Ignis being content in doing basic mathematic functions. He merely hummed to himself as he gently tilted his head while he cleaned his cooking knife and slide it into its sheath to put it away. “There are plenty of reasons to enjoy the number twenty-four.”

“Plenty of reasons, huh? What’s your favorite reason though?” Prompto leaned forward with his elbows propping his chin up on the table, looking at Ignis with a genuinely curious expression.

Ignis’s expression only softened as his green gaze met the blond’s curious blue eyes. “My favorite reason? I suppose my favorite reason for liking the number is because you have approximately twenty-four freckles on your face. And each one of them light up when you smile. But do you know what makes each one of those freckles even more special?” Prompto’s reddening expression merely stared at Ignis with a dumbfounded expression. “Your freckles remind me of at least twenty-four reasons as to why I love you.”

The look over Prompto’s face began to shift from dumbfounded to overwhelmed with embarrassment and happiness. It was hard to process all Ignis’s words at once! The blond-haired photographer wasn’t expecting such an answer from Ignis, immediately growing flustered as he nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. The toothy grin over his face was hard to hide as he found it harder and harder to keep his composure after Ignis had said such a charming thing.

“See? They’re illuminating your face right now.”

“God, Iggy. You’re so embarrassing…! Now I’m going to be self-conscious about me and my twenty-four freckles!” Prompto had to cover his face with his hands, only causing Ignis to chuckle in response and lean over to kiss the top of the photographer’s forehead. “I have twenty-four reasons why I love you too, you know.”

“Is that so? Perhaps after we eat, you can elaborate them all to me?”

Prompto gave a small nod as he leaned up and placed a small kiss on Ignis’s lips. “Yeah. I’d like that a lot.”

#asks #tea anon #stephic writings #fanfiction #final fantasy xv #ffxv #ignis scientia #prompto argentum #promnis #ignis #prompto #writing shuffle prompts #it's so sweet it'll give you cavities!#be sure to brush your teeth after you read #at least i hope you like it #it was fun to write nevertheless! C:

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bgn846 · 4 years ago

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Worthy Chapter 12: Revelations FFXV A/B/O Promnis

<Previous Chapter 11

“Sana, it’s much easier for me to have Gladio come see you here,” Ignis pleaded. The omega was in a state and wanted to see her pack. Due to some ancient useless law, Noct wasn’t allowed to court someone of his choosing until after his twentieth birthday. “I’d prefer to minimize the risk of you being seen by having you stay in your rooms until tomorrow.” Ignis didn’t want the council to have any excuse to ruin what they’d worked so hard to achieve.

“It’s not fair!” she wailed. “I’ve been waiting forever, and I all I want is a hug.”

“It’s Gladio or nothing, I’m afraid.”

“Ignis, forgive me for being crass, but if Gladio shows up, we will end up doing way more than hugging. Noct is neutral; he doesn’t like that sort of thing. I can give him just a hug.”

“Not happening,” Ignis replied dryly. “I understand your frustration, but you must wait.”

Sana seemed to have a response planned out but faltered. “You are the one person I can’t argue this point with. You had to rescue Prompto from a crazy lady that tried to kill him.”

“Speaking of Prompto, he wishes to meet you.”

“I suppose that would help distract me. Say, Ignis, when do I get to ditch the nickname?”

“The very minute Noct turns twenty, my dear,” Ignis offered with a smile. “I’ve got everything all planned out.”

“Can you tell me what you designed for the big reveal?”

“No, it’s a surprise.”

Sana rolled her eyes. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you? Throwing your big ole alpha weight around, doing whatever you please.”

Ignis would have thought she was being serious, but her mannerisms were far too exaggerated. He was unable to stop laughing when she imitated his habitual readjustment of his glasses mid-rant. “So do you want to meet my omega?” Ignis asked once she’d stopped parading around the sitting room.

This caught her attention right away. “Awww, that’s so sweet; you’re already calling him your omega! Is he excited to have a mate, finally?”

“I hope so. Nothing is official yet, but this past month has been amazing.” Ignis couldn’t help but grin at the thought. “I’ve got something special planned for us after Noct’s announcement tomorrow. It’s a surprise, so please don’t tell him.”

“I’m dying from excitement over here, Ignis! That is so wonderful!” she squealed, clapping her hands.

“He could still turn me down, so don’t get your hopes up yet. If you catch me trying to leap off a building in a few days, then it didn’t go well.”

“Pffft, you’re perfect, Ignis. Stop worrying. Anytime Gladio invited you to be a part of our pack, we meant it. I know it will work out fine, but if it doesn’t --” Sana winked as she wiggled her eyebrows.

Shaking his head, Ignis snorted at the gesture. “I will keep that in mind, and thank you for your vote of confidence. It means a lot.”

“I’m not going to get in trouble for doing this, right?” Prompto questioned again worriedly.

“No!” Gladio and Noct both exclaimed as they walked down the corridor to the party.

“I’ve never had an escort to anything in my life. I’m nervous, guys. Sorry!”

“Stop worrying. Gladio is my shield, and you’re a prince like me. It makes perfect sense for you to arrive at the party with us.”

Prompto hadn’t thought about it that way before and pursed his lips as he tried to come up with a rebuttal. Nothing else came to mind, so he gave up and followed along behind Gladio. The shield was dressed in his formal robes and looked amazing. Noct had on his perfectly tailored suit with his royal insignias and chains adorning the shoulders.

Tugging at his own suit, Prompto couldn’t help but smile. Ignis had set up everything: a suit for him and a gown for his mother. She’d been so excited to pick out the fabric and describe what she wanted to the tailor. Prompto hadn’t seen his mother this happy in a long time.

This was also the first event where Prompto didn’t have to escort his own mother. She had her own date. Ardyn had become a stable fixture around their apartments at the citadel over the past month. They were always talking about this and that, and his mother had started laughing more. He’d almost forgotten that she used to laugh frequently before his step-father had passed.

Life had changed for the better, and Prompto had Ignis to thank for it all. He desperately wanted to tell the alpha how he felt, but he was always too nervous. Prompto couldn’t think of what life would be like without him, and he hoped he never would.

Tonight was a big night. Noct was turning twenty, and he would get to announce his pack in a few short hours. Prompto was admittedly a little jealous. Gladio was a catch as an alpha, and their super-sweet omega he’d met the day before was perfect. The three of them would make a wonderful pack. Prompto wished he was brave enough to ask Ignis to be his alpha.

Ignis had apologized profusely for being unable to arrive at the party with him. The advisor had a lot of little details he was attending to but promised he would be free of his duties right after Noct’s speech. The idea of having Ignis all to himself later that night was exciting, though he was worried he wouldn’t have enough courage to confess his true feelings.

Despite nearly having an anxiety attack the minute they’d been announced, Prompto was enjoying himself. The grand hall at the citadel had been decorated beautifully and everyone looked absolutely stunning.

He’d managed to stay glued to Noct’s side as they wandered the hall. The fear that someone would tell him he couldn’t accompany his friend ran rampant through Prompto’s mind. He was a lowly prince never to be crowned king. What business did he have with the future king of Lucis?

However, based off the way Gladio was standing next to him, he doubted anyone would try and say something. The shield did a good job keeping people at bay unless Noct nodded his approval. Two large alpha diplomats came over at one point, and Prompto ducked behind Gladio out of habit. The shield didn’t push him away, thankfully, and even began pushing out a calming scent to help him relax.

Having an alpha treat him with respect was a whole new experience for Prompto. Even with Ignis doing nothing but nice things for him for the past month, he still felt uneasy when dealing with other alphas. It wasn’t until at least an hour after they’d arrived that the omega caught a glimpse of Ignis.

He was practically running along the side of the room with a look of determination. Clearly he was on a mission. It took a moment for Prompto to realize Gladio was talking to him, as he was still staring at Ignis.

“Highness? Prince Prompto?” Gladio paused for a second and tried again in a hushed tone. “Eos to blondie?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry. I saw Ignis and got distracted,” he replied, only realizing once he’d finished speaking that he must have sounded ridiculous.

Gladio flashed him a bright smile and winked. “Nothing wrong with that.”

Blushing furiously, Prompto groaned and stared at the floor. Gladio was nice enough to take pity on him and didn’t continue his teasing.

“Noct and I need to go up for the announcement. I’ve arranged for Nyx to be with you until Ignis can come by when we finish,” Gladio offered. “Will you be okay?”

Looking around quickly, Prompto spotted Nyx and Aranea standing nearby. She was holding his hand and looked completely smitten. Nyx still had an aloof air to his demeanor, but Prompto could tell he was enjoying the attention. “Will Aranea help, too, if something bad happens?”

“Yeah, she’s a good trained fighter. Between Nyx and her, you’re in good hands.”

Taking a deep breath, Prompto nodded his approval. Gladio waved the pair over, and they took their place as his bodyguards. Nyx greeted him with a broad grin, and Aranea wriggled her eyebrows at him. Unable to stop the giggle from escaping his lips at the silly sight, Prompto scooted in behind them. He felt safer and still had a good view of the podium where the announcement would be made.

Scanning the room revealed his mother and Ardyn, arm in arm and having an in-depth discussion. Prompto suspected they were gossiping about the guests. Ignis had informed him that it was a favorite past time for Ardyn to observe his fellow citizens. It appeared his mother also enjoyed this activity as she was laughing at whatever Ardyn pointed out.

The crackling pop of a microphone snapped Prompto’s attention back to the podium. Noct and Gladio were standing next to the king awaiting the announcement. They were all looking to Ignis, who was taking his place at the podium. His smooth, accented voice filled the room a moment later.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for attending Prince Noctis’ twentieth birthday celebration on this beautiful evening.” He paused to allow the sudden rush of clapping to die down. “We are thrilled to have you all in attendance and here to enjoy this momentous occasion.” Ignis smiled and scanned the room as he again waited for the clapping to cease.

Prompto was able to catch his eye for a second, and he practically melted when Ignis acknowledged him with a small nod. Bouncing slightly on his feet, Prompto waited for Ignis to continue.

The advisor cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “I know many of you have been wondering who Prince Noctis will choose as his mate.” The murmurs of curiosity instantly began echoing throughout the hall. “I believe today marks the perfect time to announce such an engagement.” The crowd was growing louder by the second. Ignis seemed to enjoy having the power to control them and held up his hand to silence the ruckus. “And so, with absolute joy, I would like to announce Prince Noctis’ new mates.”

Prompto wasn’t sure what to expect. The moment Ignis uttered the word mates with an s, the crowd erupted in a chorus of squeals, essentially cutting the advisor off.

A few taps to the microphone quieted the excited guests, and Ignis continued. “Allow me to introduce Prince Noctis’ mates, Lord Gladiolus Amicitia and Lady Lunafreya Nox Fleuret.” He gestured behind the crowd with a wave of his hand.

Turning quickly Prompto caught sight of Sana standing dressed up in a gown at the other end of the hall. Forehead wrinkling in confusion, he realized he could call Sana by her real name now. Their secret was out.

Prompto was envious of the omega’s ability to walk through the entire crowd. All eyes were on her, and she didn’t even turn red as a Lucian tomato. Her gaze was locked on Gladio and Noct. They both looked equally happy at her arrival.

It was obvious that Gladio was struggling not to engulf the fair haired woman in a hug when she reached them. Noct appeared to be calmer and instead reached out to kiss her hand. That finally seemed to get a reaction out of her, and she started to blush. Luna easily slipped in between her alpha and beta and turned to smile at the guests.

Ignis grinned at the three of them and turned again to address the crowd. “Thank you all so much again for coming, and I hope you all enjoy the rest of the evening!”

The music picked up again the second Ignis stopped talking. He must have planned it that way. Any questions people wanted to ask were instantly drowned out by the base.

“He’s coming over to you next,” Nyx offered as Prompto tried to follow where Ignis was going after he turned off the microphone.

“Wha? Doesn’t he have more stuff to do?” Prompto asked.

“Looks like you might be the stuff he’s doing next, blue eyes,” Aranea added with a grin.

“Oh emm gee.” Prompto couldn’t help but hide his face in his hands. “Don’t tease me like that.”

“Follow your own advice, Prompto; it worked for me.” Nyx smiled as he gently pushed Prompto out in front of them. “Tell him what you want.”

Prompto didn’t have time to balk at the comment. Ignis was suddenly in front of him and holding out his hand. Without hesitation, Prompto took it and let Ignis lead them out of the grand hall.

“If I don’t steal you now, then I’ll get swamped by all the guests asking questions about Noct and his new mates,” Ignis whispered as they walked.

The alpha next to him gracefully shot down any invitation to talk along their way. He never stopped moving and soon enough they were free of the hall and standing in the corridor. “Where are we going?” Prompto asked, confused as Ignis continued on.

“To get some fresh air on the balcony.”

“I thought the main balcony was back inside the hall?”

“It is, but so are all the other guests!” Ignis huffed as he pulled Prompto along to another set of doors. “This room, however, also has a balcony and no guests.”

“Ahhh, I get it. Less questions if there are no guests to ask them, huh?”

“Exactly,” Ignis announced, letting go of Prompto’s hand. He then waltzed over to a large pair of curtains and drew them back to reveal a pair of French doors. Ignis pushed one open to let Prompto out.

Prompto exclaimed at the sight before him. The balcony had been decorated with string lights and soft music was playing. Running over to investigate further revealed an entire area set up with food and cushions laid out on the floor. “What is all this?” he asked, unable to contain his excitement.

“I wanted to do something special for you. I know this evening is Noct’s party, but I thought I could squeeze in something fun for us as well.”

“This is amazing! When did you have time to do all this?”

“I have my ways, Prompto.” Ignis smiled as he bowed and held out his hand again. “I believe we haven’t had time to dance yet.”

Bouncing again, Prompto took Ignis’ hand. Then a thought came crashing into his mind. “Oh no, uh, I’m not sure we can dance.” Prompto pouted.

“Oh? I didn’t mean to make you feel as though you had to. I’m sorry,” Ignis supplied as he took a step back with a furrowed brow.

“No – uh – that’s not what I meant.” Prompto didn’t release his grip on Ignis’ hand and was trying not to panic. This isn’t what he wanted to have happen. He did want to dance with Ignis, but there was no way it would work. “It’s not you. I just um --” Six, Prompto wished his brain would allow him to tell Ignis what was wrong like a normal person. Nyx’s suggestion to follow his own advice popped into his head suddenly. He could do this. “Um – I only know how to dance lead,” he finally mumbled.

Ignis tilted his head and cast a confused glance towards Prompto. “So the issue, as you have described it, is that you can in fact dance. Is that correct?” Ignis asked, still with a vaguely teasing expression cast across his face. “I’m afraid I’m not following you.”

“I can only dance lead!” Prompto wailed. “There’s no way an alpha like you would want to take the follow position in a dance with an omega.”

“Prompto, who do you think taught Noct to dance?”

The question caused him to stop his fretting for a second. “Uh – a dance instructor?” he wagered.

“Me,” Ignis offered, still holding his hand. “What position do you think Noct learned?”

“Lead?” Prompto weakly uttered.

“Precisely. Therefore, that must mean I was following and not leading, correct?”

Prompto understood what Ignis was telling him, but he still didn’t believe it. Maybe he would follow with Noct; he was his prince and a beta. He was an omega. That was different. “I’m just an omega. There is no way you’d let me lead.”

“Only one way to find out,” Ignis replied with a small smile.

The next five songs went by in a blur. Prompto gleefully discovered that Ignis would in fact dance with an omega that could only lead. Ignis gradually steered them over to the area with all the cushions once they started to get breathless. “I can’t believe you let me lead!” Prompto exclaimed as they sat down on the mountain of pillows.

“I’m happy you know how to dance. I don’t care whether you follow or lead.”

“I usually ended up dancing with my mum at the functions we had to attend in Niflheim. She likes it, so I learned.”

“Your instructor did well.”

“I didn’t have one; I used videos I found on the internet to teach myself.”

“I quite enjoyed myself. I look forward to being your dance partner at the next party we attend. If you’ll have me, that is,” Ignis supplied with a humble expression.

Prompto couldn’t reply fast enough. “Of course! You’d dance in front of other people with me?” he asked to confirm.

“Silly boy, I’d dance with you anywhere.”

“Thanks for doing all this. I’m having a really good time.”

Ignis’ smile grew at the comment. “I’m so happy to hear that. I wasn’t sure what you’d think.”

The response Ignis gave him seemed to be one born of uncertainty. Did Ignis not realize he liked him? Prompto immediately started fretting that Ignis might lose interest if he didn’t tell him how he really felt. “Ignis! Uh – I have to tell you something before it’s too late!”

The advisor stopped smiling and became very still. Blinking slowly, he took a labored breath and licked his lips. “I won’t be mad if you don’t want to continue this. I never wanted to force you into anything.”

“Shit! NO! I want you to be my alpha!” Prompto blurted in a panic. “Don’t leave me!”

“Thank the six,” Ignis breathed out. The tension in his shoulders was notably less now that he had admitted his feelings. “Prompto, you nearly killed me there.”

“Sorry! I’ve wanted to tell you for weeks, but I didn’t know how.”

“So you’ll be my omega?”

“Hell yes!” Prompto squealed. “But if you felt the same way, then why didn’t you say something?”

“I didn’t want to influence your decision in any way. I believed if I asked you first you might feel obligated to say yes.”

“Dude!! You mean I could have asked you when you rescued me, and you would have said yes?”

“I’ve felt a connection to you since the day we met, Prompto Argentum. I could never explain it other than you made me feel whole,” Ignis answered with conviction.

“This is the best day of my life,” Prompto breathed out in a rush. “I finally have an alpha.”

“Well, then, we are both having the best day of our lives. How apropos.”

Prompto opened his mouth to add more when his stomach gurgled loudly. “Arggg! Why does it do this to me every time?” He could feel his face getting flush.

“I suppose we should dig into this lovely spread of food. I wouldn’t want my omega to go hungry,” Ignis slyly offered.

Hearing Ignis say those words made Prompto’s heart swell. He never thought anyone would want to be with him. How he’d managed to snag one Ignis Scientia as his alpha was a mystery. The astrals must have a soft spot for depressed omegas.

“Thank you for doing all this. I really appreciate it.”

“I would do anything for you, You have only to ask.”

“Can you pass the cheese?” Prompto queried as he struggled to keep a straight face.

Ignis raised an eyebrow as he slowly reached for the plate. “You do know I meant that about anything. Right?”

“Yeah, I do, but like the cheese plate is calling to me.”

The snort Ignis let loose as he handed the plate over set Prompto off into a giggle fit. Prompto still couldn’t believe this was happening. He wasn’t dreaming. Ignis actually wanted to be his alpha. They spent a long time eating and talking about what life would be like together.

Prompto barely noticed, but Ignis kept getting closer as the night progressed. They’d been on opposite sides of the food spread when they started eating. However, as he now sat stuffed and happy, Ignis was practically touching his shoulder. Deciding to be brave, he leaned into Ignis. Soon Ignis’ arm was snaking its way around his waist and tugging him over. Content to stay like this forever, Prompto let his eyes slip closed.

Ignis’ hand squeezed his side gently. “Prompto, I have one more thing I wish to gift to you.”

“Wha? You’ve done nothing but give me stuff. I can’t keep accepting everything,” Prompto lamented.

“Let me make you my offer, and then you can decide,” Ignis supplied cryptically.

Before Prompto could question what Ignis meant, the advisor took a breath and proceeded to make him cry.

“Prompto, I know you desired the title of king so you could do more for the people of Eos. I also know you came here to offer me a job to help you do that.” Ignis held up his hand to stop Prompto from objecting. “Noct confided in me. I hope you won’t be cross with him for sharing. I must admit the idea that you wanted to help others made me so proud of you.”

“I can still do stuff here, though. I don’t have to have a title, right?” Prompto cut in worriedly. “I mean you and Noct would help me do stuff, if I wanted?”

“Of course we would. I simply feel bad that you staying here with me takes away any chance you have at ever becoming king.”

“You saw how many brothers I have, Ignis. I wasn’t ever going to become king,” Prompto offered sadly.

“That’s beside the point. I have altered your course in life, so I wish to offer you something to perhaps help.”

Prompto was beyond curious as to what Ignis was talking about. He managed to scoot even closer and took hold of Ignis’ free hand. “As long as you’ll be with me, then I’ll be happy.”

Ignis softly purred once and rested his head on top of Prompto’s. “I promise to never leave you.” Squeezing his hand, he continued. “Not many people know, but I have a title of my own. I’m technically a count. It seems certain perks are awarded to families who serve the crown.”

“Wait, so that means people should be calling you Count Ignis Scientia.”

“If they should so choose to, they can, but I don’t let many people know about it.”

“Why are you telling me, then?” Prompto asked, still wondering what Ignis’ plan was.

“I can’t help you in your quest to become king anymore, but I can at least offer the title of count to you.”

Ignis didn’t say anything else after that. Peering up at the advisor revealed two intense green eyes staring him down. Shit, Prompto was supposed to have a response to that statement. Rethinking about what he’d just been told, it finally hit him what it meant. “The only way for you to pass that title onto me is for us to become an official registered pack.”

“Exactly. As I mentioned earlier, it only works if you’ll have me.”

“Wait, oh – wait!” Prompto couldn’t quite figure out how to express himself. “Does that mean we can get married?!” Ignis nodded and held his gaze. Shouting in a fit of joy, Prompto wrapped both his arms around Ignis’ neck and toppled them both over.

“We don’t have to right away, seeing as we’ve only been together for a month,” Ignis added from underneath Prompto. “I want you to feel comfortable with this.”

“I wanna wear a white suit!” he blurted out, unable to control his excitement.

Ignis laughed at the response and hugged Prompto tightly. “Then I’ll suppose I’ll wear a black one.”

“You have to wear a purple tie, though; it’s your favorite color.”

“I believe I can manage that.”

Suddenly, it dawned on Prompto that he could now do something he’d been dying to try for weeks. Swallowing hard, he lifted his head to look at Ignis better. “Hey um -- do you think we could kiss to celebrate?”

Humming in approval, Ignis slowly removed his glasses and leaned up to better reach Prompto. Overwhelmed at what was going to be his first kiss, Prompto closed his eyes and waited. Ignis’ soft lips were on his a second later. Slender hands began raking through his hair and pulling him closer. Thankfully, Ignis didn’t go fast. The alpha kept the kisses chaste and gentle.

“Iggy – I --.” Prompto was starting to get light headed. “I feel good, but I feel weird, too,” he offered, unable to truly capture his emotions. Tears started to flow steadily as he struggled to calm down. Feeling Ignis shift beneath him, Prompto grabbed him and held fast. “Don’t let go of me. I’m alright.”

“Are you sure. Did we go too fast?” Ignis asked, concerned as he hugged the omega.

“No, I’m just really happy, and I can’t explain it.”

“Gods above I think I love you,” Ignis uttered into Prompto’s fluffy hair.

Hiccupping slightly, Prompto smiled despite his tears still flowing. “I love you too.” He sniffled.

“Are you sure you are alright?”

Nodding, Prompto hugged Ignis with all his might, hoping it might convey his feelings. “I am. These are tears of joy, trust me.”

Ignis laughed at the comment and rolled them to the side. “So do you want to move in with me when your mom gets married again?”

Prompto couldn’t help but snap his head up at the statement. “What?! She didn’t tell me anything!”

“Well, Ardyn asked me to be his best man yesterday, so I assumed that meant he was planning on proposing,” Ignis mused as he smiled at his omega. “Though I think we should keep that information to ourselves until he asks your mom.”

“When I move in can we have a cat?”

“I don’t see why not.”

They spent the rest of the evening entangled in each other’s arms discussing cat names and what to wear to his mother’s wedding.

Prompto couldn’t be happier. He’d managed to escape a miserable life in Niflheim, and now he had the promise of an amazing future with Ignis.

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Worthy Chapter 9: Sacrifices FFXV A/B/O Promnis

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Following his nose, Ignis was able to detect which direction Prompto had gone inside the palace. “I can’t believe this is working,” he muttered, mostly to himself.

Ardyn chose to comment, anyway. “Does he smell pleasant at least?”

“I’m not answering that.”

“Hmm, means he does. That’s good, at least.”

Ignis chose to ignore the reply as he continued to track Prompto’s progress. They had descended a pair of steps and were weaving through a maze of underground rooms. The omega’s scent was slowly changing. It was becoming increasingly distressed in nature. The situation was less than ideal, so Ignis could understand Prompto’s mental state.

“Oh dear,” Arydn whispered from behind.

“What?”

“I can’t smell your sweet prince, but I can smell a very angry alpha nearby.”

Ignis’ mind immediately went to the new team member Nyx had mentioned earlier, “We’d better hurry.” An alarm sounded nearby, and Ignis turned to Ardyn. “We didn’t set that off did we?” he asked with wide eyes.

“It’s only sounding in the main part of the building; I don’t think it has anything to do with us.”

Continuing on, a decrepit metal door leading even further down soon appeared before them. “Oh, this is interesting.” Ardyn offered.

They had barely begun the trek into the darkness when a loud boom reached their ears. Not wasting another second, Ignis began running towards the sound. The feeling of dread beginning to overtake his mind was nearly paralyzing. When a loud voice reached his ears, he stumbled to an abrupt stop. Carefully turning his phone light off, he motioned for Ardyn to follow.

The loud noise he’d heard a minute earlier had been a gunshot. He knew this with certainty. Lady Saeva was standing a mere twenty feet from him brandishing said smoking firearm. It was a powerful looking one that happened to be pointed directly at Prompto’s head. Ardyn’s firm grip on his arm kept Ignis from running to Prompto. The fair-haired prince was wobbling in place, and a growing red stain was spreading on his shirt.

Thinking fast, Ignis worked through the possible scenarios of how to save his omega. Saeva was currently prattling on about treason without a care as to what was behind her. However, as Ignis edged closer, Prompto looked directly at him. He’d since fallen down, and the cry of agony he’d made was heart-wrenching. Freezing in place, Ignis waited to see what the blond would do. The younger man blinked slowly and seemed to be trying to push himself up.

Time was indeed running out. Looking to Arydn, he gave a slight nod of his head, signaling the start of their ambush.

Ignis took a deep breath and summoned his dagger. Without pause he hurled it at Saeva’s gun. The dagger knocked the weapon away from Prompto’s head. Before Saeva was able to correct her aim, Ardyn was standing directly in front of her. Having warped between Saeva and Prompto, he immediately grabbed her wrist and twisted it up. The pressure he was using caused Saeva to yell and drop the gun.

“Who the hell are you?” she wailed.

“I do believe we’ve met before, Lady Saeva,” Ardyn coolly replied despite Saeva’s hysterics over the situation.

“No!” she screamed, “No, no, no!!”

Ignis watched in horror as she grabbed her own dagger from a hidden pocket in her jacket. The sound it made when she stabbed Ardyn in the chest was unnerving. What happened next was even more bizarre.

Ardyn actually laughed, but the look on his face didn’t match the action, “Oh, I’ve been gravely wounded by the lady,” he whined dramatically. “Whatever shall I do.” Saeva tried to pull away from him, but Ardyn’s grip still held fast. Turning slightly, Ardyn pulled Saeva and himself towards the edge of the landing.

The scream Saeva let loose when Ardyn tipped them both over was painful to listen to. Rushing forward to check the damage, Ignis saw that Ardyn had warped safely to the bottom. Saeva seemed intact and was still screaming. She took off running into the labyrinth of corridors as Ardyn calmly followed.

Turning his full attention to Prompto, Ignis assessed the wound. It was still bleeding, and Prompto wasn’t able to focus his eyes very well. Nyx was suddenly beside him and checking the prince’s pulse. The young omega reached out an arm at the touch and kept trying to look at Ignis.

Retrieving an elixir from the armiger, Ignis quickly broke the seal and handed it off to Nyx. Gently pulling Prompto away from the wall, Ignis cradled him against his chest. “The elixir.” He motioned with his hand.

The sounds of Soliamare’s sobs echoed throughout the space as Ignis urged Prompto to drink. Nyx had resituated to check the bullet wound and sighed in relief when it had closed, “The bullet went clean through but he’s lost a lot of blood, Ignis. Do you think he’ll be okay?” Nyx asked.

“We need to get back home so he can be properly treated. Can you get us across to the other side?”

Nyx nodded and then furrowed his brow. “Did you mean separately or together?”

Oh dear, that was an issue. Ignis really didn’t want to let go of Prompto, but he also knew that his mother wanted nothing more than to hug her son. “Take the prince first,” he sighed.

“Igs – whas goi’n on?” Prompto asked a moment later. He’d been silent during the whole encounter so far.

“You’re safe, Prompto. Nyx was about to take you to your mother.”

At the mention of his mom, Prompto tried to sit up but failed and slumped back in Ignis’ arms. “Don’t go,” he begged, “Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not leaving you, Prompto. Nyx can’t warp us both at the same time. Do you understand?”

The blond didn’t acknowledge his statement but started crying instead. Thinking fast, Ignis turned and called out to the queen. “Majesty, if you would be so kind as to comfort your son.”

She obeyed and called out to Prompto. It appeared to work as he craned his neck to look. “Mum?”

“Dearest, please don’t fret. The nice glaive is going to carry you to me, and then he’ll bring Mr. Scientia next.”

Prompto nodded faintly and looked back to Ignis. “Please don’t leave me,” he tried again.

“Never. Now let Nyx help you to your mother. I’ll follow in a moment.” Ignis reluctantly let go of the young omega, closing his eyes to shield them from the burst of blue magic as Nyx took the blond and was gone again. Soliamare’s voice rang out she accepted her son and began showering him in motherly kisses.

Nyx was back in a flash and appeared slightly flushed. “Are you alright?” Ignis asked.

The soldier nodded and smiled. “Warping on my own is one thing, but taking people is a little draining.”

The sound of footsteps pounding down the secret corridor caught the advisors attention. “We must go,” he urged. Nyx wasn’t ready for another warp yet and soon enough a dark figure came into view.

“Hold it right there!” the voice bellowed.

“Drautos?!” Nyx exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”

Ignis didn’t have the lax attitude Nyx did regarding the captain, and he drew his weapons from the armiger to defend himself.

“Ignis, did she get you too?!” Drautos asked with worry as he stepped onto the landing.

Realizing a little too late that he must have been covered in Prompto’s blood, Ignis lowered his weapons slightly. “It’s not mine. Saeva tried to kill Prompto,” he answered.

“Shit! That fucking bitch is deadly,” Drautos fumed. “You can put the daggers away. I’m not the enemy.”

“Why are you here, sir?” Ignis asked, still wary of the man standing before him despite his affirmation of innocence.

“Saving Alban from certain death!” Drautos huffed, “That crazy lady stabbed him in the back. I had to use a phoenix down to save his life, since she’d aimed for his heart!”

“Who told you about Saeva?” Ignis pushed again, still not satisfied with the answers he was getting.

“Alban! Who else? He’s been telling me for a whole week that he thought she was plotting against him. I didn’t think she’d go after Prince Prompto as well.” Drautos paused and looked across the collapsed walkway. Grimacing, he looked back to Ignis. “Where is she?”

Ignis opened his mouth to answer, but a distant scream of terror filled the silence instead. “I believe Ardyn is handling the situation.”

“Oh,” he muttered with a surprised look. “Nyx, warp me down there so I can go arrest her when Ardyn’s done.”

Nyx went to protest but Drautos put a hand on his shoulder and snapped his fingers to tell him to hurry up. Clearly, he didn’t care that Nyx was tired. Another bright flash of light and Nyx had safely deposited the captain on the ground.

“Do you need a moment?” Ignis asked when Nyx was back and breathing heavily.

He shook his head and grabbed Ignis. Nyx’s warp was very different from Ardyn’s. The magic was inherently the same, but the power behind them was vastly unequal. Ardyn made the act seem effortless, whereas Nyx was now panting from exhaustion on the ground.

The woman Ignis had seen earlier sprang into action as she rushed to Nyx’s side and helped him up. “Nyxie, be careful with yourself,” she scolded, “We still have to make it to the airfield.”

“What did you just call me?” Nyx huffed in disbelief. “Nyxie?? Six! Ignis, save me. She’s an alpha, and she’s trying to get me,” the glaive whined.

“I can see that,” he supplied while kneeling beside Soliamare. She was still tightly holding onto her son. “Prompto, are you pain?” Ignis asked. The blond shook his head and reached out to grab Ignis’ sleeve.

“Don’t go,” he pleaded.

“I’m not leaving without you. I will need to carry you to the dropship, though. Are you alright with that?” The last thing he wanted to do was upset the poor omega any more.

Prompto nodded and reached out again for Ignis. This action surprised him, since they still didn’t know each other very well. The queen even raised an eyebrow, and for a moment she hugged her son closer.

“Mum, it’s alright. We can trust Ignis,” he offered weakly.

“What do I need to do?” she asked with a determined look. She clearly wanted to believe her boy.

Aranea left Nyx leaning up against a wall and came over to help. She and Soliamare were able to hold Prompto in a standing position as Ignis kneeled down. Since the prince was still conscious, he opted to carry him piggy back style. A fireman’s hold might be too disorienting for the omega.

After a few minutes, Prompto was situated, and they took off toward the airfield. Aranea hosted Nyx’s arm over her shoulder and led the way out into the darkness. The area was devoid of life, since it was now nearly four in the morning. The ten minute walk to the dropship was tiring. Prompto was lightweight, but carrying another human for any timeframe was exhausting.

“What about your friend?” Soliamare asked once they’d made it to the tarmac.

“I’ll call him if he doesn’t get here soon.”

“Aren’t you concerned? He was stabbed by Lady Saeva.”

Ignis laughed nervously. “He’s got potions and magic to heal his wounds. He’ll be fine.”

Nyx spoke up this time, “It looked like she got him in the heart. You sure he can handle that on his own?”

Grunting from the effort of climbing the ramp to the dropship, Ignis replied, “Trust me he’s fine. He’ll be here soon.”

Ignis never liked fielding questions about Ardyn. The man had his secrets.

“What took you all so long?” an amused voice asked once they’d cleared the cargo bay area.

“Hey! How’d you get here before us?” Nyx asked perplexed. “We saw you run off with a stab wound!”

Ardyn tsked and waved his hand. “I walk and heal fast.”

“Did Drautos find you?” Ignis asked as he headed for a long bench seat to deposit Prompto.

“Oh yes, we had a nice chat. He’s an interesting fellow.”

Interrupting again, Nyx steered Aranea over to sit nearby. “What did you end up doing to her?”

“Who?”

“Saeva,” Nyx responded dryly.

“Oh, snaky. What exactly is it you want to know?” Ardyn queried.

Ignis was too tired to save Nyx from the never ending spiral of confusion he was about to get smothered in. Ardyn was never going to say what he’d done. Ignis knew he’d probably scared the shit out of her, which was enough in his book. Drautos would take care of the rest. King Alban trusted his friend immensely in that regard.

Ignis wanted to question the woman fawning over Nyx, but he didn’t have the mindset. He was focused on taking care of his omega. The urge to protect the young man before him was intense. Crouching down in front of the prince, he searched for other injuries. Prompto was leaning against his mother and blinking slowly. “Are we home yet?” he asked.

Did Ignis hear that correctly? Did Prompto insinuate that being with Ignis was his new home? Ignis had to check. He couldn’t base that assumption off his own desires. “We are leaving your home in Niflheim, Prompto. We are traveling back to Lucis so you can start a new life.”

Prompto seemed distressed by that response and reached forward grabbing Ignis’ jacket. He managed to pull himself up and was shaking. “Niflheim was never my home. I – I want to be with you. Please?” he cried out.

“Of course, that was my hope. I wish for you and your mother to be safe.” Ignis paused and waited to see if Prompto would add anything more. “Would you like to lie down and rest?”

Nodding emphatically, Prompto continued to lean forward until he was hugging the advisor. “I need you near me,” he whispered.

Hugging the omega back, Ignis replied, “I feel the same way. Now, let’s get you better situated, shall we?”

The remainder of the trip back to Lucis was spent with Prompto cradled to his chest. The omega’s feet were strewn out over his mother’s lap. She eventually dozed off with her head resting on Ignis’ shoulder.

Ardyn was still having far too much fun with Nyx. Regis’ fake brother was currently curtailing his latest adventure in the citadel kitchens - none of which had anything to do with Saeva, but it didn’t stop Nyx from trying. He was a rebel himself, so it was no wonder he couldn’t help but attempt to mess with Ardyn. Little did Nyx know, Ardyn had been playing that game far longer than the glaive could have ever guessed.

With a moment of relative peace, Ignis turned his attentions towards the mystery woman. “May I ask your name?”

“Aranea Highwind,” she offered smoothly.

“I trust you will be on your best behavior when we arrive?” questioned Ignis.

“Cross my heart. I have a new beta , ya know.”

The influenced word caused Nyx to stop mid-conversation and groan. “I thought you’d stopped doing that. Be careful. You might wake up Prompto.”

Aranea covered her mouth and winked at Ignis. Poor Nyx was going to have his hands full with this alpha. She was smitten with the man, despite his best efforts to shoo her away.

A faint hint of dawn was peeking through the clouds when they landed in Lucis. Ardyn was kind enough to rouse Soliamare. The queen looked worn out, but she seemed calm as Ardyn escorted her off the dropship. Nyx had recouped some of his energy and didn’t need to lean on Aranea anymore. The alpha seemed slightly upset by that development but followed after him with a smile.

Gathering Prompto’s sleeping form in his arms, Ignis made his way to the car that was waiting outside. The blond was exhausted and didn’t stir when being jostled into the backseat. The citadel was barely a fifteen minute drive from the airfield. They were in the home stretch and would all be resting soon.

“He’s gonna get mad that we’re wait’n up for him,” Gladio supplied as they sat on the steps to the service entrance in the back of the citadel.

“Why? I’m safe. We are still inside the citadel grounds. You’re with me. What’s there for Specs to get mad about?”

“Plenty. You not getting your beauty rest, for starters.”

“Pfft, it’s fine. I’m up early for a change.”

Gladio opened his mouth to continue the argument but gave up. “Yeah, good point,” he offered instead.

“I see a car!” Noct exclaimed a second later. “I hope it’s them. Ignis’ text only said they’d landed.”

An official diplomatic limousine had pulled into the loading dock and came to a halt in front of them. Ignis was always one step ahead. Gladio knew he’d ordered the limo so everyone could fit in the vehicle together. He hoped his mission was successful; if his friend hadn’t succeeded in rescuing Prompto, then it would be heartbreaking.

Ardyn exited first. “Did you miss us?” he quipped.

“Did you get him?” Noct asked desperately in response.

“You’ll have to ask Ignis.”

Gladio could tell that was not the answer Noct wanted. The prince scooted closer to the car in hopes of snagging a peek inside. However, Nyx and a strange lady got out next. Nyx immediately shuffled over to Ardyn and tried to hide behind the man. The stranger followed and latched onto the glaive’s arm.

Gladio was about to ask what was going on when the queen of Niflheim stepped out. She looked tired and had obviously been crying recently. That did not bode well. Noct rushed over and bowed slightly to her. It was then that Gladio noticed the blood stains on her shirt. “Majesty! Are you injured?” Gladio asked as he stepped forward.

The queen gasped slightly from the sudden attention and backed away. Gladio cursed his aggressive advance and held his hands up to calm the woman. She seemed to rethink her actions and nodded finally. “I am uninjured; it’s not my blood,” she admitted.

Not waiting another second, he ran to the door to check on the remaining occupants. Noct nearly pushed him out of the way as they crowded around the car door. Thank the six, Ignis and Prompto were both there.

“Who’s injured?” Gladio asked quickly. He didn’t want to waste any more time guessing.

“It’s Prompto, but I’ve used an elixir and hopefully now all he needs is rest,” Ignis answered while attempting to maneuver Prompto into his arms.

“Can I help?” Gladio questioned softly. He knew Ignis wanted to take care of the omega, but it was clear he was struggling.

Ignis sighed in reply and leaned back on his haunches. “I can do this,” he huffed.

“I know ya can, but I want to help. You’re better at getting all the other stuff set up.”

“What other stuff?”

“Where to sleep? What to wear? What to eat?” Gladio offered while counting things off on his hand, “I’m not good at coordinating all that, you are.”

Ignis looked away and took another deep breath. The advisor was at war with himself.

Taking a risk, Gladio slowly bent down and started to crawl into the car. Ignis turned back around and growled. There was a fire in his eyes, and Gladio’s heart ached for his friend. “Please, Iggy, let me help.”

His last attempt seemed to hit a nerve as Ignis finally relaxed his shoulders and nodded. “Sorry,” he murmured.

“Nothing to be sorry about. Now, let’s get your omega resting comfortably, okay?”

Gladio carefully lifted the unconscious youth in his arms and they all headed inside. Turning the first corner revealed an entire entourage of people waiting for them. Ignis plowed ahead toward them and didn’t stop walking.

“Marshal Leonis, may I introduce Aranea Highwind,” Ignis announced with a wave of his hand. Turning slightly to face Aranea, the advisor continued, “I hope you won’t think me rude, but I had hoped you might wish to rest up before formal introductions are made.”

Aranea nodded in response and drug Nyx over to walk behind the marshal. Cor extended his arm indicating for them to follow when a second corridor appeared.

Even as they walked away Gladio could hear Aranea clear as day when she cooed, “Nyxie you didn’t tell me you knew Cor The Immortal.”

Despite the noise that resulted from the combination of snorting and choking, it wasn’t difficult to figure out who’d made which sound. Nyx was still coughing in the distance as Ignis forged a path towards the royal guest quarters.

Three other people remained glued to Ignis side as he quietly gave instructions. Gladio guessed one must have been from the kitchens, as they were furiously scribbling down items and rushed off a moment later. The other two looked like normal citadel employees. Ignis motioned for them to follow as they arrived to the suite.

Pushing the doors open, Ignis stepped aside and let the queen, whom Ardyn was escorting, in first. Ignis tapped the shoulder of one of the employees and sent them over to speak with the queen. Gladio only saw them bow deeply and take out a notepad and measuring tape. Ah, tailors. That would make sense. Neither Prompto nor his mother had any clothes with them. The remaining employee followed Ignis down the hall but stopped short of the bedroom door.

“Noctis, would you be a good sport and let the tailor measure you,” Ignis offered while holding the door open for Gladio to walk in with Prompto.

“What for?!” he sputtered.

“You are very similar in size to Prince Prompto. I need to get a small wardrobe started for him, and your help would be most appreciated.”

Gladio laughed to himself. Nothing motivated Noct more than praise. He could hear the prince agree eagerly as Ignis closed the door on them.

“We need to get him changed,” Ignis supplied as he walked over to the bed and retrieved a brand new pair of pajamas that had been laid out.

“I told you: you’re better at all the coordination.”

Ignis simply hummed in response and motioned for Gladio to place Prompto on the bed. However, it was in this exact moment that Prince Prompto began to wake up.

Gladio could tell right away that Prompto didn’t know if he was safe or not. His scent was heavy with fear, so the shield began producing calming pheromones to help. Opting to hold him close, Gladio waited for Prompto to pry his eyes open. Ignis had caught a whiff of the scent and was standing next to him in a flash.

“Prompto?” Ignis tried softly. “We are in Lucis, safe inside the citadel.”

Finally the young omega opened his eyes. He stared at Ignis for a good minute before he realized that the advisor wasn’t actually holding him. Snapping his head up, Prompto stared at Gladio next. “You’re warm.” he whispered.

Unable to stop the grin from spreading across his features, Gladio beamed at Prompto. “That’s what Noct always says.”

Prompto looked surprised, but without missing a beat, he asked, “Are you his alpha?”

“I will be soon.” Gladio admitted, “but it’s a secret for now.”

“I have one too!” Prompto breathed out in a rush. “I dunno if mine is a secret or not,” he finished with a confused look. Turning back to Ignis, Prompto tried again. “Are you my secret alpha?”

Ignis looked so happy at what Prompto was babbling on about that it made Gladio smile even wider. “I believe I’m just your average alpha, Prompto. There is nothing secret going on.”

Prompto gasped at the response. “You’re not average. You saved me from snaky.”

“She shouldn’t have picked on my omega,” Ignis supplied coolly.

The blond in Gladio’s arms giggled at the comment and rested his head against his chest once more. “I’m tired.”

“I know, Prompto. Gladio, won’t you set him on the bed, please.”

Gladio had to grab the prince by his shoulders to keep him upright once he’d relinquished his hold. He was about to ask Ignis what was happening next when Noct came into the room.

“Ah, perfect timing, Highness. If you would be so kind as to help your friend into his jammies, I would be forever grateful. Gladio and I will be waiting in the hallway.”

Prompto perked up at the comment and looked at Ignis, “You’ll be coming back right?”

“Yes, of course. I do wish to give you some privacy while you change, though.”

Gladio let go of Prompto, and he slumped forward slightly. Noct sprang into action and took over. “Hey, buddy. You okay with me helping you change? I can go get your mom, if you’d prefer.”

Prompto shook his head and hugged Noct instead. “You’re my friend. I trust you.”

“Better hurry before he falls asleep in your arms.” Gladio laughed.

Standing up and grabbing Ignis’ wrist, they both went out into the hallway. Hovering near the doorway proved amusing. The sounds of bubbling laughter and snorts could be heard clearly. “How can he still have enough energy to laugh like that?” Gladio questioned.

Ignis seemed to instantly sober at the comment, and he looked up at Gladio with worried eyes, “She shot him, Gladio. She intended to kill him just for being an omega.”

“He’s safe now. You did the right thing,” Gladio offered as he pulled his friend into a hug. A small squeak drew their attention when they pulled apart.

“I didn’t know alphas could tolerate each other enough to hug.” The queen stated in shock. “Alban and his brothers do nothing but fight and growl at one another.”

Ardyn had shown the queen the way there and was standing behind her a few feet. “I have a feeling some things may be changing after tonight’s events, Soliamare.”

“Oh, I suppose.” She shuddered briefly and looked at Ignis directly. “Thank you for saving my son.”

“Ardyn, did the dirty work, I’m afraid. Do thank him and not me,” Ignis replied.

“Nonsense. You had enough intuition to know things were escalating. Ardyn has already told me what he did to that horrible woman, and I am grateful to him for that.”

Gladio watched as Ignis gave Ardyn a look that was the silent version of ‘you did what?’ Arydn merely grinned in response and stayed silent.

Before anyone could say more, the door behind them opened and Noct stuck his head out. “He’s changed and wants to see everybody.”

“Your hair’s a little messed up there, princess,” Gladio chided as they followed him back in.

“Prompto kept making me fall over on the floor when I was helping him get his boots off.”

The fair haired prince giggled at the comment. He was tucked into the bed with a large blanket covering him. “This is so warm.” When he spotted his mother, he got excited. “Mum! The beds are really comfy. Not like back in Niflheim.”

Soliamare walked over and sat down on the other side of the bed, “Yes, it is very nice. Dearest, why don’t you try and sleep. You need rest.”

“M’kay,” Prompto murmured, “Can you and Ignis sit with me?” he asked with one final burst of energy.

The queen looked over to Ignis, and he nodded in agreement. “Of course, dear. Anything to make you comfortable.”

“Oh! Um – Mr. Lucis Caelum, sir -- thanks for scaring the shit out of snaky for me.”

Ardyn didn’t skip a beat and bowed to the Niflheimian prince. “Happy to be of service. Now, let us three take our leave so the young man can rest well.”

“I trust you will be going back to your room,” Ignis assumed as Noct walked past.

“Nah, we’re not leaving. We’ll be in the living room. I want to hear Ardyn’s side of the story,” Noct exclaimed as he waved bye to his friend and ran out down the hall.

“Call us if you need anything,” Gladio added as he followed Ardyn out of the room. He was so happy they’d successfully rescued Prompto and his mother. Now to hear what exactly had happened. Ardyn was an excellent storyteller when he wanted to be. Gladio had a feeling they would get the full and accurate picture from Uncle Ardyn.

>Next Chapter 10

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