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Originally, this was supposed to be for the Promnis zine that @kingcael is putting together, but with so much going on in my personal life I never got to finish it. Now that I have a little bit of time and desire to be creative, I wanted to finish it and put it out there. 

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Sunlight filtered through the blinds, slightly ajar, and enough to stir Ignis. Morning had come, just as it always had, and left the warmth of a new day settled comfortably in his bones. He wiped the remaining sleep from his eyes, blinking once, then twice, taking in his surroundings. 

The scent of fresh coffee percolating in a nearby pot wafted in the air, bold and enticing.

Two blond wood chairs with clothes – some of them his, some not – strewn haphazardly over the backs sat adjacent around a small circular table set beneath a large garden window. An empty bottle of rose wine glinted in the sun’s rays, and crystal glasses, also empty, flanked it on either side.

Sateen sheets, ivory and warm from sleep, but still comfortable, glided across his palm as he shifted his weight, turning ever-so-slightly to his left. As he suspected, there lie the owner of the clothes that weren’t his, breathing quietly into the fluff of his feather pillow, disheveled blond hair sticking out in all directions. Freckles, highlighted by the soft natural flush of Prompto’s skin, decorated his shoulders and cheeks, and Ignis certainly didn’t miss the number of dark pink marks that he had etched into him the previous night. He could still taste his kisses on his lips, though it had faded significantly in the hours that had passed.

“I must be dreaming.” As he smiled, Prompto beamed back at him and cupped his cheeks delicately in his hands, not unlike one were to touch the petals of a rose.

“If you’re dreaming, then this can last forever,” he teased, kissing Ignis tenderly. Prompto tasted the way a perfect Spring day felt: bright and breezy, laced with notes of citrus and something floral that he’d never been able to pinpoint in all his years, but Ignis enjoyed the intrigue and mystery.

“Forever is quite a long time, love. I fear you would be sick of me after only a few short days.”

“Sick of you?” Prompto chuckled, and Ignis allowed him to trail kisses along his jaw, gooseflesh prickling his skin as the blond whispered in his ear, “I could spend a million lifetimes with you and it wouldn’t be enough.”

Ignis pretended he wasn’t blushing, though he and his mischievous lover knew full well from the heat between them that hiding it was nothing short of futile. He recalled a time when Prompto hadn’t cared much for flowery speech, yet being with him and pursuing this romance seemed to coerce the waxing poetic beneath the surface of sun kissed skin. Although a part of Ignis questioned if Prompto simply mocked him, more oft than not, he found the notion endearing.

Long lashes fluttered against his cheeks in time with the uninvited butterflies that danced in the pit of his stomach, and Prompto’s breath caught ever so slightly as Ignis’s nose brushed the tip of his own.

Yes hi hello this got pretty long and I’m not sure how it got this way but it’s like twice the length these normally are ehehe. 

Have some good ol’ introspective Ignis, adulting Noctis, and forever a perfect sunshine boy Prompto, with mentions of Nyx. 

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Word count: 1304

“Ifyou wait too long, he’s going to find someone else, you know?” An instantflush dusted across Ignis’s cheekbones as he took a rather long sip from hiscan of Ebony and Noctis watched him with crossed arms from the other side ofthe table. It was unlike Noctis to take any sort of initiative that didn’tbenefit him in some fashion, Ignis thought, and he wondered when he had becomeso cynical of the prince’s intentions. An unsettling feeling began taking rootin the pit of his stomach.

The ideaof being with another was foreign to Ignis. Not because he didn’t wish it forhimself. He thought very much that he might like to settle down someday withsomeone he cared for, but given his position and constant need to care for acertain lazy member of the royal family, the time for proper dating was simply nonexistent.He supposed, however, that Noctis was older now, able to care for himself alittle more. Perhaps his carefully crafted little bird was finally ready totake flight into the big, open world.

“Is that a challenge, Your Highness?” he questioned after amoment, the slightest tilt of a smirk tugging at the corner of his thin lips.Watching him over the rim of his glasses, he took note on how much Noctis hadactually grown up. His face still clung to traces of baby fat in his cheeks,but his jaw had defined itself much more prominently in the last year. In fact,there was more definition to him overall; his training sessions with Gladio hadstarted paying off in wondrous ways. Indeed, Noctis was no longer the young boythat has clung to his sleeves and relied on him to recall bedtimes stories. Thetime was soon upon him that Ignis would have to let go of the one thing thathad been holding him back – himself.

Noctis smiled genuinely, and Ignis faltered at the way hiseyes seemed to sparkle as he tilted his head, swirling his spoon and draggingthe silver across the rim with a faint scrape. When had he grown up so much?How much of his life had he missed despite being so engrossed in caring forhim?

“Prompto is a good catch,” Noctis replied slowly as the dullroll of thunder sounded overhead. Both men turned to watch out the window ofthe diner for a long moment, both contemplating. “But no, I’m not looking forcompetition.”

Ignis nodded, but eyed Noctis at length as he set his candown on the table.

“Noctis, if you – “

“Not interested,” the prince bit quietly, and slow raindropsstarted to patter against the glass. “But, Nyx is.”

It took a moment to digest the new information, and Ignishad half a mind to question how Noctis had come to know such a thing, but he thoughtit best if he didn’t know the answer. After all, it was truly none of hisbusiness, though he wondered if that was something else that he should have noticed,too, but was previously too involved with keeping His Highness happy andstable.

“…You’re a good catch, too.”

Ignis’s lashes fluttered and he tried to conceal a softgasp, though not very well, at the compliment. It wasn’t every day that thePrince of Lucis simply offered up something nice to say to someone – not thatNoctis was mean by any stretch of the imagination, just that he had a tendencyto not get along well with words and feelings as a whole.

Despite Ignis’s heart skipping a beat or two, he managed alight, meaningful smile. He reached into his pocket for his wallet with theintent to pay for their drinks, but Noctis waved him off.

“I’ve got this,” he declared as he tossed a twenty-dollarcredit on the table, leaving Ignis with a stunned silence. “And don’t worryabout seeing me home. I’ve already arranged for Cor to meet me a couple blocksfrom here.” A glance filled with determination and independence flashed in theprince’s eyes, leaving Ignis gaping after him as he stood. He tried to callafter him, but his name seemed to die on his tongue with every attempt of asyllable until he disappeared around the corner and reappeared in the windowwith an umbrella Ignis had only just realized Noctis had stolen from him atsome point that morning.

Now alone, he was left to think. Was this what he wanted?Was his long-developing crush on the prince’s best friend something he trulywanted to pursue? His eyes stared deeply into the small hole atop his can ofEbony, hands clenching and unclenching the aluminum can.

A knock on the window beside him drew him out of histhoughts, and he idly thought maybe Noctis had forgotten something. Theinstinct to mother him surged up, and he as fully prepared to lecture him forbeing careless…except it wasn’t Noctis that warranted his attention.

A soft blond, covered by a giant, brightly colored umbrella,waved at him with a happy, although timid smile. Ignis blinked a few times,leaving Prompto guessing as he tilted his head, perhaps suddenly secondguessing himself as he awkwardly rolled his shoulders and hugged himself.Shaking his head, Ignis held up a finger, and Prompto nodded excitedly as hewaited for Ignis to crawl out of the booth and join him. A small frown formedon Prompto’s lips as Ignis exited the diner, probably at the realization thatIgnis had no protection from the rain, and ran to meet him.

“Thank you,” Ignis said with a smile, and he welcomed theexcuse to stand close to Prompto as they shared an umbrella. Their looks werealmost shy as they locked eyes, and ironic laughter bubbled from their lips asthey appreciated the irony of their situation.

“Going my way?” Prompto pointed over his shoulder, and Ignisnodded slowly, however, Ignis was in no hurry to relocate, and it seemed to himthat Prompto had a similar inclination. It was at that moment Noctis’s wordsrepeated themselves in the back of his mind, and Ignis took a long, deepbreath.

He should have asked, maybe, if it would be okay to kisshim. Hell, he probably should have given the kiss some sort of preface at all.Instead he acted, and he brushed a gloved thumb over the pout of Prompto’s lipsbefore sliding his palm to cup his cheek. The motion was fluid, and even ifPrompto wasn’t expecting it, he made no motion to stop him, or any otherindication that he wanted him to.

The kiss was chaste, sweet, and there was something cliché andplayful about it that struck Ignis in a way that gave him goosebumps. Promptotasted like what Ignis thought sunshine would be like if it had a flavor, andif that wasn’t enough to have him instantly addicted to his lips, the soft gaspand feel of his breath on his cheek as they parted was more than enough to keephim reigned in.

“…wow,” Prompto breathed, long lashes dancing along hisfreckles as he absorbed what had happened.

“Indeed,” he replied, and licked his lips, savoring the kissfor as long as he could. Nyx Ulric be damned. Ignis was going to keep PromptoArgentum all to himself if he had any say in it.

“You uh, think we could do that again?” Prompto’s lips wereso close that Ignis was almost kissing him again as it was, and for the firsttime in years, Ignis felt alive, all because of this boy. He would save himfrom the tediousness of daily routines, show him brighter aspects, and maybe,just maybe, Ignis could make it last forever.

“I think so.”

BONUS: Inspiration Track

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They totally have a song. It’s not romantic or lovely in any sense of the word, but it reminds them of one another. And it’s not the lyrics or anything that spur the thoughts, but rather, the memory of them singing and dancing to it in Noct’s apartment together. It was the first time Prompto thought maybe Ignis didn’t totally hate him, and it was the first time Ignis had noticed how beautiful Prompto’s singing voice is. 

And that’s another thing. Prompto can sing. It’s not something to make a career out of, but it’s pleasant, and Ignis has definitely stopped outside of the bathroom door to listen to him sing in the shower before. (”Breathe a word of this to anyone and I’ll poison your dinner, Gladiolus.”)

Prompto is über proud(TM) of his role in helping Ignis set the table at camp. It’s an excuse to be close to him, and he could literally listen to Ignis talk for hours about cooking (even if he spaces out into fantasy land because that voice DOES THINGS to him.) 

Ignis isn’t used to being fond and fussing over a human being that isn’t Noctis. It takes him some time to get used to the strong feelings of jealousy and overprotectiveness that border on possessive. Prompto is understanding, though. He’s not used to anyone really making a huge fuss over him, so he finds it endearing, almost flattering. They eventually figure it out, and Ignis learns to control himself. Plus, Prompto doesn’t so much mind sporting a dark mark that suspiciously looks like teeth on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. 

Hands down, the most erotic thing Ignis has ever experienced in his life is waking up to Prompto wearing only boxers, glasses, and his leopard print dress shirt straddled across his lap and offering him a fresh cup of coffee with a smile. Gladio and Noctis had to wait an extra hour and a half for them to leave that morning. 

After the incident in Altissia, Prompto only allows himself one night to grieve over everything. He cries for Lunafreya, for Noctis, for Ignis. He thinks Ignis is asleep when he breaks down at his bedside and that it’s a coincidence that Ignis’s hand landed on his head in that moment, but it’s really that Ignis isn’t capable of doing anything else. The next day Prompto is full of fake smiles that Ignis is mildly thankful he can’t see because he can’t bear to see his love so broken. 

Intimacy in the World of Ruin is interesting. Sex isn’t always on their mind the way it used to be, but they’re still men with needs, and they make it a point to set time aside at least every couple of weeks to get out that tension. Sometimes it’s a mess of frustration from battles and adjusting to this new way of life while Noctis is away and it’s rough and needy. Other times it’s soft kisses, threading hands through hair, pressing against sore muscles and whispering promises that they’ll always have each other. 

Why do I always end up writing longer ones for you? (Not that I’m complaining at all. Please don’t stop. I love your prompts.) 

Have some pre-roadtrip boys being cute new boyfriends. 

Tagging: @ramtiger, @promnispromise, and @yamadaharu (If you want to be tagged in future Promnis stuff let me know! XD)

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’Shit,shit shit shit,’ Prompto screamed at himself internally as he hit the sendbutton on his phone. His hands shook, cursed himself for his butterfingers, andswore to the Astrals shit like this only happened to him. Horrified, he staredat the message that he had been debating on sending Ignis for well over twentyminutes. At the time, he had thought he was being cute and coy by taking mildlyprovocative selfies on his bed in nothing but a pullover hoodie and boxers.Hell, he’d even tossed in a cute little caption. ‘You should keep me company ~;)’

Yes.Brilliant. He had the flirting capabilities of a teenage girl advertising herparents weren’t home to the hottest guy in school. Perfect.

…notthat his parents were home, either.

Still,he hadn’t been sure it was a great idea to send something like that to Ignis.It hadn’t been that long ago that they’d even kissed for the first time, muchless anything else, and most of what they did included Noctis. To be honest, hewasn’t sure he was really ready to be alone with Ignis in a more intimatesetting, but telling him that now after sending him THAT…

Promptosighed as his head hit the pillow and he buried his face in his hands as hegroaned loudly. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

When thephone buzzed on his chest, he picked it up and almost immediately boltedupright.

Iggy<3 (9:51 PM):

On myway.

In amatter of seconds, Prompto became a track star, rushing about his room atbreakneck speeds as he attempted to straighten up. No way was he going to letIgnis Neat Freak Scientia into hishell hole of a bedroom in its current state. Video games from two weeks agowhen Noctis stayed over were shoved haphazardly back onto his shelf, andvarious photos and papers that were strewn across his desk were hurriedlystacked in one giant pile and pushed to the far side so that it didn’t look so mountainous.He simultaneously sprayed air freshener in his room (and out in the hallway forgood measure) and hid his dirty laundry in his closet.

After asolid ten minutes of picking up after himself, Prompto stood in his doorway,hands on his hips with a proud grin. It wasn’t spic and span, but it would passfor tonight. At least, he hoped it would. The sound of the doorbell caught hisattention, however, and he took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his nervesbefore bouncing down the hall to the front door. Leaning on his tiptoesslightly, he checked the peephole to make sure it was Ignis before he threw thedoor open with a too wide grin.

“Uh,heya!” he greeted, and stepped aside to let him in. Ignis smiled, though itseemed out of place for the mood somehow, and looked around. Even though itwasn’t the first time Ignis had been inside Prompto’s place, it was the firsttime they had been alone. The air about it was different somehow. Not bad, just…different.Prompto waited, watching carefully as Ignis seemed to try and find the rightwords, and he would swear that there was the faintest coloring of pink on thetips of his ears, but it was hard to tell in the dark.

However,he caught Ignis’s gaze, and realized far too belatedly that the light from thestreet lamp outside was shining just right through the window, and in all ofhis proud glory, Prompto was standing in his underwear with the front dooropen. He yelped and slammed the door shut, sending a frantic look at Ignis.

“I’msorry! I got so distracted with cleaning up that I…and I even kicked thelaundry into my closet and I could have at least put on a dirty pair of sleeppants and something oh em gee…”

And thenIgnis barked a short, mirthful laugh, and stifled it behind the back of hishand. Prompto blinked at the sudden, beautiful burst of happiness that spilledfrom his lips. Yeah, that was adorable. Who knew?

“Apologies,”he said quietly, voice muffled, “I shouldn’t have stared.” A short momentpassed before Prompto laughed, too, and he scratched the back of his headsheepishly.

“Nah, it’sokay.” He flashed him a smile, one that wasn’t forced and properly showed thathe was maybe a little nervous about things, but it was an honest smile thatcame easily when Ignis was around. “I’m flattered you like the view.”

Ignischuckled and set his bag down at their feet before tenderly brushing Prompto’scheek. It was a nice feeling, Prompto decided, one that wasn’t demanding, norparticularly meant to entice, and he found himself leaning into it gently.

“I hopeyou know I don’t expect anything from you this evening, Prompto,” Ignis stated.“Wherever the night should take us, we will go.”

Reliefwashed over Prompto like a tidal wave as he exhaled slowly, not realizing hehad been baiting his breath at all. He reached his hands up, hesitated, thenplaced his hands gently on Ignis’s chest. The steady thrum of his heart beatagainst his palm, and Prompto found a bit of reassurance knowing that his touchhastened the advisor’s pulse. Slightly bolder fingers curled into the crispfabric of his dress shirt and tugged Ignis closer, and Ignis braced a hand onthe wall by Prompto’s head as he leaned over him.

“Nopressure?” Prompto questioned, though he teased him slightly, brushing the tipsof their noses together. Ignis quirked his lips in a half smirk and closed thegap between them, his free hand wrapping around Prompto’s waist as they kissedslowly, testing the waters.

“Nopressure,” he confirmed once they parted, “though perhaps we should move thissomewhere more suitable?”

Promptobit his lip cheekily and nodded, taking Ignis’s hands in his own as he led himto his half-cleaned bedroom. Maybe, just maybe, being alone with Ignis wasn’tgoing to be nearly as daunting as he had previously thought.

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Igniskept telling himself that there was no reason for him to be jealous that Gladiohad his hands on the gunner’s waist- Gladio was just fixing Prompto’s stance. Inhalingslowly, he forced himself to look away and pointedly ignored the knowing lookNoctis wore on his face. This couldn’t keep happening, Ignis knew, but hecouldn’t seem to keep a firm grasp on rationality when it came to anyone elseputting their hands on Prompto. He would let it slide with the prince for themost part. Far be it from him to keep Prompto from his best friend.

Gladio,on the other hand, had no business touching Prompto in any capacity, and thebitter taste of jealousy formed in his mouth again as he spat. The action,which had surprised him, had also made Noctis blink rapidly and gape.

“Jeez, Specs. If you’re so bothered by it, why don’t you say something?”

Ignisgrumbled and ran his hands through his hair as he hung his head. Enough wasenough. He had to find a way to keep himself in check. If Noctis, Mr.Oblivious, could notice his displeasure so readily, he could only imagine howhe must look to everyone else.

…now ifonly a certain someone noticed.

Forseveral minutes, Ignis tried to form words that weren’t completely venomous,even towards Noctis, who seemed to be growing more concerned with his silenceas more time passed. Nothing came to him, and that enraged him even more.Angry, he stalked off, turning his back on the pair as Prompto tipped intoGladio’s chest and they laughed. He pretended not to hear Noctis call after himthen curse as he stormed off in the opposite direction.

Barelystill in earshot at that point, the only thing he had managed to discern fromwhatever was happening back near the haven was the loud, annoyed yell comingfrom Noctis. Ignis couldn’t bring himself to care. It wasn’t Prompto’s fault,though. Noctis had no right to yell at him. Hell, if he were being truthful,Gladio wasn’t to blame either. No, the only person that should shoulder anyblame was himself.

Ignisdidn’t know where he was going, but he was going all the same, and he keptwalking briskly until he reached a small clearing some ways from the haven.There, it was calm. The breeze was gentle and the sunshine was soft. Pastel flowersdecorated the vibrant green of the grass. It was as though this place had neverbeen tainted with the presence of monsters or daemons, and Ignis felt some semblanceof peace. He sat amongst them, then laid back, hands tucked under his head.Little by little, he felt the physical tension melt away from him, but his mindstill raced.

It wasn’tfair to anyone, and his attitude towards the whole situation was wildlyuncalled for. Prompto wasn’t the type to be promiscuous, and Ignis knew betterthan to think that Noctis or Gladio had any sexual interest in Prompto. Notthat they shouldn’t – they didn’t know what they were missing out on. But thatwas just it; he wanted to keep it that way. He didn’t want them to ever be morecurious about Prompto than they needed to be.

Yeah.Still wasn’t fair.

Hecouldn’t be certain when he had let his eyes slip shut, but when he opened themagain, he wasn’t alone, and his hands were no longer supporting his head. Instead,he was propped up in Prompto’s lap, and the sun had started to descend behindthe trees. The look on the blonde’s face was distant as he stared up at thesky, and Ignis couldn’t help but stare. Prompto was too beautiful in thislighting and he wished he could capture it on a camera the way his lover wasable to. He was breathtaking.

“I wasafraid I’d have to carry you back to camp,” he said softly without looking downat him. A gloved hand cupped his cheek, though, and stroked the line of hisjaw. Ignis leaned into the touch, inhaling the scent of leather and sunshineand smiling a little. They sat in silence again for a moment, comfortable, thenPrompto spoke again.

“I don’twant an apology, but you can’t keep doing this.”

“…Iknow,” Ignis replied heavily, and pressed his face into the palm of Prompto’shand. “It isn’t fair to any party involved. I regret causing a scene.” Promptolooked at him then, violet eyes glowing in the light of dusk. Then he smiledand shifted, sliding out from under Ignis to straddle himself across his hipsand lean over him. His thumbs traced lines over his cheekbones and Ignisflushed at such a tender touch.

Therewas hardly a moment to react to the lips that crashed into his. The kiss wasfierce, but not forceful, and filled with determination. Another emotionlingered on Prompto’s tongue, Ignis noted when they clashed, and he thoughtthat maybe there was something of a point the blond was trying to prove to him.His mind filtered through words until he could name it, and it hit him asPrompto sunk his teeth into the pout of his lip.

Possessive.

It was anew feeling, but one that Ignis immediately decided he liked, and he buried hishands in Prompto’s hair, dragging him closer and drinking him in as much hecould stand to taste. A soft noise purred from Prompto’s throat and his lashesfluttered against his cheeks when he pulled back ever so slightly to look himin the eyes again. They were darker, then, and Ignis knew that shade betterthan anyone ever would. The thought gave him a sense of pride and he kissed himagain, softer.

“Mine?”The question spoke for itself, and despite the blush that spread up Prompto’sneck at it, the certainty in his response that was unmistakable.

“Yours.”

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It tookIgnis everything he had to not go up to the prince and the gorgeous blond andrip the blond out of the prince’s grasp. His fingers tightened around his mugof coffee and he shifted just enough to cross his arms in such a way that hewas nearly hugging himself (perhaps as a self-comfort, but he wouldn’t admitthat) as he pointedly narrowed his eyes at the pair on the dock. There wasnothing wrong, per se, at least nothing reasonably wrong.

ExceptNoctis’s arms were around Prompto. They were too close, with their faces onlyinches apart and Prompto’s back was flush to Noctis’s chest…

Fishing.They were fishing. Noctis was simply correcting his stance so that he couldcast the line. There was really nothing at all to be so worked up about.

Ignisadjusted his glasses when he heard the two of them shriek with laughter andlean into one another. Heat rose up the back of his neck and before he couldcatch himself he had snarled under his breath. Shaking his head, he forced himselfto look away. Since when had he become so possessive of Prompto in the firstplace? It wasn’t as though Noctis had had any ill intentions with him – if anythinghe was only making sure some giant monster of a fish didn’t snag the line anddrag him in.

But itwasn’t just Noctis, Ignis begrudgingly noted. There had been the occasion offinding Gladio and Prompto alone in the tent together, and any talk of Araneaor Cindy left him feeling bitter, and dare he say, angry? Ignis sunk into thechair and hung his head with a quiet, but no less defeated sigh.

Jealous. He was jealous. Any moment that Prompto wasn’tpressed into his chest or at the very least within an arm’s length of him therewas a cold feeling that left Ignis feeling empty, void of any sunshine even onthe warmest, clearest days. Sleeping had become an excuse to simply wrap hisarms around him, and long car rides (at least in the instances he was driving)were the perfect opportunity to hold his hand.

When had he become so needy? Had he really been so starvedof attention before Prompto came into his life and lit it up like a ball ofsunshine?

Ignis hadn’t heard the footsteps, but he recognized the dirtsmattered boots that came to a stop in front of him. Peering over the top ofhis glasses, he could see that Prompto had left the prince to catch lunch onhis own and looked down at him with concerned eyes and a soft smile. Hewondered, briefly, if his jealousy had been too obvious, and he cleared histhroat before he opened his mouth to apologize.

“It’s new to me, too,” Prompto cut him off, and Ignis immediatelypicked up the tone of guilt in his sweet, sweet voice. “I’m not used to anyonebut Noct wanting my attention, so I don’t really think about it before we takeoff together.”

Prompto sank to his knees in front of Ignis and propped hiselbows up on his knees, leaning his chin on his palms. Long lashes battedagainst rosy cheeks with a hint of uncertainty, but he smiled all the same.

“Was it so obvious?” Ignis inquired, and he couldn’t helpthe small smile the curled on his lips when Prompto leaned into the hand thatran through his hair.

“Maybe a little, but I don’t mind,” Prompto laughed a littleand turned his head slightly to kiss the inside of Ignis’s wrist. “It’s…kindacute.”

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Somehow,they’d made it out alive. Looking around at each civilian, though, with sadeyes and broken hearts, that hardly seemed like something to celebrate.

Inhindsight, Prompto wished that for once he had been wrong.

Therehad been so much blood and raw skin. Sure, he was used to getting beat up andseeing his comrades come out wounded from battle. This…this had been so muchworse.

Heremembered screaming, remembered scooping him up and clutching him to his chestand screaming for Gladio. Cuts and other abrasions covered his arms, but hecared not about his own well-being, and he tried not to make a fuss about Ignisbeing taken from his arms.

It wasjust the three of them, now. Gladio had taken the quiet as a sign to call Iris.In all honesty, Prompto was thankful for the privacy as Noctis slept in the bednearby.

He hadthought, as he scooted across the floor and closer to the couch, that Ignis hadbeen asleep, too. Gently, he rested his forehead on his knee, and wrapped hishands around one of his. Bandages still covered his eyes, and he wondered, ifhe had been conscious, if Ignis would be able to tell it was him just by touch.

A tearslid down his cheek. Then two, until they became a steady, silent stream. Onebattle, and there was so much pain. He considered himself lucky to be as intactas he was, and placed a soft kiss to the back of Ignis’s hand.

Lunafreyawas dead; the coroner’s office confirmed it earlier that afternoon. Ardyn andRavus were MIA. Noctis was barely alive after his fight with the Hydrean.

…andIgnis…

Promptowasn’t particularly religious, but he prayed with every fiber of his being thatIgnis would be able to see again. He had seemed optimistic about it when one ofthe Altissian doctors spoke to him, but Ignis also had this uncanny way ofpretending to be fine when things were downright awful.

It drovePrompto mad.

“You’vebeen so quiet.” The sudden break in silence startle him, and Ignis tilted hishead, looking down in Prompto’s general direction, not quite able to pinpointhis exact location. “I’m sorry. Had you fallen asleep?”

Promptosighed, heavily, pressing another kiss to his hand and then nuzzling his palm.

“No. I’mawake.”

Silence,then, “You are…sad?”

Moresilence. Prompto searched for the words to say, anything. He wanted to bestrong, for Noctis, for Ignis, for himself, even, but it was damn nearimpossible. A quiet sob slipped passed his lips and he nodded against Ignis’shand, which immediately stumbled to caress his cheek and wipe away his tears.At first, Prompto allowed it, allowed Ignis to take his pain away as he haddone so many times before. It had been so easy to hand it over to him in thepast.

Reachingup, he smacked Ignis’s hand away and backed off, turning his face away with ahint of shame and anger. Why the hell was he letting Ignis console him? He wasn’tsuffering. He wasn’t in pain. But here he was, crying because he felt weak whenhis friends…his lover…needed him to be strong where they could not be.

Ignis retractedhis hand, setting it back in his lap with a deep frown, as though Prompto’slashing out had burned him. The room was growing stuffy, uncomfortable. Therewas so much that needed to be said.

“Ishould have been there,” Prompto whispered, finally. It wasn’t that he blamedhimself, but maybe…maybe he could have taken some of the burden. Maybe Igniswouldn’t have to suffer alone. “I was so scared when I found you, face down, ina pool of blood. Your blood.”

“Prompto– “

“Let me finish.”He cut Ignis off, and he was going to say everything that he needed to. “I don’tknow what happened to you. I don’t know if I want to know. What I do know isthat you’re alive. You’re still here. We conquered Leviathan, and the onlything we have to show for it is death, despair, and destruction.”

Promptochoked, and he covered his eyes reflexively, shielding himself from Ignisunnecessarily. Waves of emotions continued to crash down on him, and the harderhe tried to steel himself, the harder they came, and the more his shouldersshook and the harder he sobbed. The soft motion of Ignis patting the cushionbeside him caught his eye from between his fingers and he faltered beforegiving in. Quickly, almost desperately, he slid against his side, burying hisface in his chest, and allowed himself this one last time to really cry. Heclutched the loose shirt that hung from his shoulders and Ignis held himtightly as tears soaked through it, his fingers threading through his hair.

“I wasalso scared,” Ignis admitted. “I was terrified that the Hydrean would be theend of us all, and that I would never get the chance to be with you like thisagain.” There was more he had been afraid of, Prompto knew, but the selfish partof him was grateful that Ignis didn’t bring up the other reasons.

“Buthere we are. Our wounds might still be fresh, but they will heal in time, asall things do.” Ignis’s voice was so soft, so calm, despite everything he hadbeen through. It almost made Prompto feel worse. “We have tonight. Let us justtake that moment to rest. Perhaps…it will put us both at ease.” Kisses on thetop of his head made Prompto flush, or perhaps it was from the tears as theybegan to ebb away; he couldn’t be sure. Still, he relished in the idea ofsleeping beside Ignis, and they shifted to a more comfortable position, onewhere Prompto could feel the beat of Ignis’s heart against his wet cheek.

Tomorrow,Prompto would be stronger. For now, he would be thankful that they were stillalive, and still together.

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