#ignoct (platonic)

[savage-rhi]

"You’ve always been there for me, now, it’s my turn to be there for you"

Noctis and Ignis you pick romantic or platonic

The campfire crackled softly, casting a warm hue over the clearing. Noctis sat on a log, staring into the flames, lost in reflection. The night was quiet except for the occasional rustling of leaves and crickets chirping. A content sigh left his nose, thankful for the noise in the background. Though the cricket's cries were annoying, it beats being alone in one's thoughts at this late hour--at least, that was Noctis's justification for tolerance.

He suddenly heard footsteps approaching him from behind, knowing it was Ignis because of his steady steps.

"You're up late," Ignis remarked as he stretched while yawning, sitting beside him.

Noctis didn't look up, his eyes remaining on the flames ahead. "Couldn't sleep."

Ignis nodded, his gaze following Noctis's into the fire. "Something on your mind?"

For a moment, Noctis remained silent, unsure how to voice the heaviness weighing on his heart. The responsibilities, the expectations, the looming burden of his destiny—it all seemed too much, too overwhelming. He had done an excellent job playing into the facade of the "brat prince," someone who took things in stride and did not bother with the future. How could he anyway, when the world was falling apart at the seams? Nevertheless, Noctis knew in his heart of hearts that he couldn't keep up the act forever, especially since he cared too much for his own good. If any of his friends could understand that most, it was Iggy.

He bowed his head as his hands and fingers intertwined.

"Ignis," Noctis finally said, his voice low and troubled. "Do you ever wonder if I'm really cut out for all this? For being king?"

Ignis turned to him, the glowing embers from the fire reflecting in his glasses. "Noctis, I've known you since you were a child. If there's anyone who can bear the weight of the crown, it's you."

"But what if I can't?" Noctis breathed while he shook his head. "What if I fail everyone?"

"What's brought this upon you?"

"I..." Noctis bit the inside of his lip and shrugged. "Everything."

Ignis reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Noctis's shoulder. "You won't fail because you're not alone in this. You have us—Gladio, Prompto, and me. Whatever happens, we face it together."

Noctis looked up, meeting Ignis's eyes. Although he wasn't feeling any better, the soothing words could get him through the night. He could make it work somehow.

"You've always been there for me, Ignis." Noctis finally said, giving a small smile. "Through everything. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"And I always will be, Noct." Ignis smiled softly, a rare warmth gracing his features that was usually reserved. "Remember, this isn't just about you leaning on us. You're stronger than you realize. You've been there for all of us in ways you might not notice. Now, it's my turn to be there for you."

Noctis furrowed his brows. "But you've always had my back. Arguably, more than my father. I don't see how I'm doing much for you when you've had to play mom all this time to me."

"I never saw it like that," Ignis said sincerely, sadness in his eyes at his comment. "You've taught me much about myself, just as I have taught you about the world. We've learned a great deal from each other, you and I. I consider that worthwhile between best friends, don't you?"

The words hit Noctis with a quiet assertiveness, a reminder that their bonds were more than just duty—it was built on trust, and a deep understanding that couldn't be spoken for in earnest.

"Thanks, Ignis..." Noctis murmured, feeling a sense of calm wash over him.

Ignis gently squeezed his shoulder before letting go. "Get some rest. We have a long road ahead, and you'll need your strength."

Noctis nodded, the weight on his shoulders lifting a little now. As Ignis stood to leave, Noctis called after him.

"Ignis?"

"Yes, Noct?"

"I'm glad you're with me."

Ignis paused, a faint smile touching his lips. "As am I, Noct."

With that, he turned and walked back to his tent, leaving Noctis alone by the fire. The warmth of Ignis's words lingered, a quiet assurance that whatever lay ahead, he wouldn't face it alone. Noctis released a breath he had held back, realizing perhaps it was time to finally let go of the mask that had shielded him for so long. Maybe it was time to start acting like a king; the king his father knew was underneath the strife of a young teenager trying to find his feet. The king that Ignis believed in.

Noctis knew he could do it, as long as he had him.

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[seaofolives]

roses are red, violets are blue, "kenny crow" rhymes with "chocobro" and—

Here's a list of @fandomtrumpshate auctions for Final Fantasy XV!!!

I couldn't come up with a cornier joke...!!

Listed in the order presented in the Final Fantasy XV fandom tag:

Contributor: omnipotence

Type of fanwork: Written fanwork

Characters/pairings of interest: Willing to write for any pairings

Link to listing: Listing 1

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Contributor: Bleed Peroxide

Type of fanwork: Written fanwork

Characters/pairings of interest: Contributor loves exploring the taboo ships like ArdNoct, etc. but also enjoys more “wholesome” ships like, and ESPECIALLY, Ignoct. (Though contributor loves a lot of the chocobro ships.)

Link to listing: Listing 1

🎣📸🥾🍴

Contributor: Kaciart

Type of fanwork: Fan-art

Characters/pairings of interest: Any Characters and pairings are fine by the contributor

Link to listing: Listing 1

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Contributor: Loki_chan

Type of fanwork: Written fanwork

Characters/pairings of interest: Cor Leonis/Nyx Ulric (contributor's OTP), Promptis, polyship roadtrip, Dad!Cor and Prompto, Luna/Crowe. Contributor prefers a focus on the characters from Kingsglaive and the Glaives, though Nyx is the contributor's favorite. From the main game, contributor loves Cor and his relationships with Regis, Clarus, Cid, and Weskham. Also, interested in the women of FFXV such as Luna, Cindy, Aranea, and Crowe. (Please make sure to check the contributor's listing for the exact information!)

Link to listing: Listing 1

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Contributor: Jai Prompito

Type of fanwork: Fan-art

Characters/pairings of interest: Any of the Chocobros together but open to other pairings and characters, especially in a general sense. Humanoid characters only.

Link to listing: Listing 1

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Contributor: potato_pods

Type of fanwork: Podfic

Characters/pairings of interest: Chocobros, Ignoct, Promnis

Link to listing: Listing 1

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Contributor: liv_seaofolives

Type of fanwork: Written fanwork

Characters/pairings of interest: Gladiolus Amicitia x Ignis Scientia (all other pairings must be platonic, but background Lunoct is okay). Favorite character is Gladiolus Amicitia.

Links to listing: Listing 1, Listing 2

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Contributor: Goldtinted

Type of fanwork: Written fanwork

Characters/pairings of interest: Ignis/Noctis, Luna/Nyx

Link to listing: Listing 1

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Contributor: UnknownLifeform

Type of fanwork: Written fanwork

Characters/pairings of interest: any chocobros combination, Lunyx

Link to listing: Listing 1

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Contributor: GingerEl

Type of fanwork: Written fanwork

Characters/pairings of interest: Happy to write a multitude of ships for XV, including rare pairs and polyships. Anything contributor has written before is fair game (with one exclusion detailed in the listing so please be sure to check the contributor's pages). Contributor is open to writing new relationships as well.

Links to listing: Listing 1, Listing 2

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Contributor: KaiserinAstraia

Type of fanwork: Fanlabor (Betaing)

Fanwork details: Offering feedback on SPaG (spelling and grammar), characterization, dialogue, alpha reading, cheerleading, and brainstorming for plot development.

Link to listing: Listing 1

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Bidding opens on 2025 February 25, 8:00AM ET, so start planning your bids!!

[ignoct-week]

Ignoct Week 2024

June 8 - 15, 2024

Information

Join us to celebrate our favorite King & Advisor ♥️

All works must belong to you. Please do not repost other people’s work. There is no word count or completion requirement for Ignoct Week. Your piece can be as simple or complex as you’d like. WIP/unfinished works are welcome. You may repost your past creations that fit any of the listed prompts.

Any form of ignoct-centric content is welcome! A few examples: Fan fiction, digital & traditional illustration, cosplay, image/aesthetic/mood boards and playlists.

Prompts and fanworks must be centered around the relationship (romantic, platonic etc.) between Ignis and Noctis. References to past relationships are ok as long as it's not a prominent theme and the primary ship is Ignoct.

Content

Both SFW & NSFW interpretations are allowed for all Ignoct Week prompts. Please include a content warning if your work contains any of the following themes: Underage, Non-con, Graphic Violence (Exceeds canon-typical violence). Additional tags at creator's discretion.

Posting

Tag all submissions with the event account, @ignoctweek on Twitter and ignoct-week on Tumblr, or use the hashtag #ignoctweek2024

Submissions will be shared in the order they are listed in notifications/mentions.

Please be patient if your work is not shared right away. I try to check the account a few times throughout the day!

Prompt List

June 8 • Childhood / Teenage Memories

June 9 • Creature / Supernatural (mermaids, vampires, XV creatures etc.)

June 10 • Reincarnation

June 11 • Married Life (Proposal, Wedding, Honeymoon)

June 12 • Angst / Whump (Grief, Loss, Hurt/Comfort)

June 13 • Fake Dating

June 14 • Final Fantasy Crossover (FFXV x other FF/SE title)

June 15 • Free Day

Click here to view the NSFW prompt list.

Event Links: Carrd • Twitter

[bigbadmonstertruck]

LUNOCT AND IGNOCT NATIONS I NEED YOU ‼️

Submissions!

Ok, so in case you missed the previous post, I decided to just release the submission list instead of making a new form for prelims because that's too time consuming and I don't have the time to be spending on it right now.

This list only includes duos and trios that have only been submitted once to help you guys get more contestants to qualify. I'm going to reopen submissions, and once I get enough duos/trios to qualify, I'll close it again. Remember, read the submission rules(they're in the form), read the list, and propaganda is greatly encouraged!

The submission form is right here!

And now, the list:

[zanarkandfayth]

✩ Intro ✩

→ FAYTH

✩ I go by fayth, yes all lowercaps lmao. nonbinary with he/him pronouns only, please, and I don't like being referred to as "enby." ✩ I like to type in about 98% lapslock. sorry not sorry. ✩ in my thirties, approaching my forties. ✩ open to asks and being tagged in tag/ask games (: ✩ I struggle with both my mental and physical health, so I'm on and off about posting here oops. ✩ this tumblr is largely reblogs (fandom, funny shit, polls) and the occasional life vent/post. those are tagged with "fayth bitches" or "fayth talks" for easy blocking.

→ FANDOM

✩ my beloved is final fantasy xv. noct is my blorbo. ignoct is love <3 ✩ I also still adore bbc merlin. ✩ a fandom old that's been in fandom since late 1999. ✩ very firmly ship & let ship, don't like don't read, your kink is not my kink, having squicks, etc.

→ FANFIC

✩ I only write for final fantasy xv at this point, and I only post on AO3. ✩ I write hurt/comfort, angst, and whump. hurt noct for life. but I also like hurting ignis and/or gladio sometimes too. ✩ mental health issues and/or trauma tend to be running issues throughout all of my fics. ✩ I like both romantic and platonic ships. genfics with no ships of any kind are also good. ✩ I am never going to call prompto by a nickname. not happening. I loathe it with the fire of a thousand suns. ✩ I'm closed to requests or prompt suggestions, sorry! I would be terrible at ever delivering.

→ FIND ME

✩ archive of our own ★ zanarkand, ffxv pseud is fayth ✩ reddit ★ zanarkandfayth, I lurk/occasionally comment in the fanfiction sub ✩ livejournal ★ replica (no longer used) ✩ dreamwidth ★ athlum (used once in a blue moon, friends only) ✩ discord ★ send me a chat for it if you're a mutual I've interacted with, or just slide in my discord DMs if we share a particular ffxv server together

[scientiastudy]

Seafoam (Platonic!Ignoct)

Maybe it’s childish, selfish even, but he doesn’t want this. He never wanted any of this. 

Pairing: Platonic Ignoct

Rating: G

Content: Angst, hurt/comfort, grief, fix-it

Word count: 1.7k

Author's note: Okay so this is something a little different but I've been thinking non-stop about this stupid game and my stupid little brain won't rest so this came out.

The cool sea breeze dances around Noctis as he stares out at the dark expanse of the sea. Moonlight glitters off the waves serenely, the repetitive ebb and flow of the tide echoing in his ears. He’s sat on a rock at the edge of Galdin Quay’s expansive beach, the chill of the night air seeping into his bones. 

He tilts his head back and inhales deeply, grounding himself in the scent of the salty and fresh sea air. He isn’t quite sure how long he’s been out here since he left his phone in the hotel room, needing to get away. He isn’t exactly supposed to be out on his own, what with the war and all, but he needs to be grounded, to be alone. 

He can’t stand how Prompto and Ignis stared at him in pity all day. Gladio had even let him take a day off training, leaving him to his own devices in his room. Prompto had done his best to cheer him up, cracking jokes and offering him the new loot he’d gotten in King’s Knight. But there was nothing that could be said that would make this easier. 

Whatever this is. 

In just hours he’d lost everything he’s ever known. A few days ago he’d never left Insomnia, and now it’s lost to him unless he performs an impossible task. 

He’d been groomed for this moment his entire life, picked apart and reconstructed in the image of some vague words from a centuries-old prophecy. Maybe it’s childish, selfish even, but he doesn’t want this.

He never wanted any of this. 

He didn’t want to watch his father sacrifice his own life every day as that stupid fucking ring sucked the life from the man who had raised him. He didn’t want to spend his days buried in history books and math problems until his head spun. He didn’t want to be followed by servants, trainers, aristocrats, and nannies alike every second of his day. 

He wanted to be like the other boys in school, the ones who got to go home and play video games. They went home to the loving arms of their parents, doing sports and hanging out until the sun went down. They joked about dropping out and failing classes, carefree as they graduated to their normal 9-to-5 jobs. They’d get to choose their wife, choose if they even have kids. 

Not him.

On days like this, he would give anything to be those boys. He would give anything to be a boy. Not a prince, not a king, not the Chosen King, but a boy. 

Instead, the weight of an entire kingdom presses down on his shoulders on top of the cosmic weight of his loss. He almost feels like the Archean, holding the weight of his grief to keep from crushing him. He’d become an orphan and a king in the same instant, his entire world tipping on its axis.

He’d been preparing for this day his entire life. His father’s early demise had been an unfortunate inevitability, whether it be from the toll keeping up the barrier inflicted on his body or from an incursion by the Empire. His entire childhood had been spent cramming as much knowledge into him as possible, trying to make the small feet of a child fill the boots of a king.

Nothing could have prepared him for this, to feel so small in front of such insurmountable odds. To be alone, truly alone, for the first time in his life. 

The way everyone’s eyes fell on him made his skin crawl. They look at him as a pitiful king, a shithead kid who got thrown in the deep end. He wants to prove them wrong, but he knows he can’t. 

He’s barely a respectable prince. He shirks his training more than he should, being dragged out of bed by Ignis or Gladio every morning like a petulant child. He’s a boy in the shape of a prince, still searching for childhood and freedom that don’t exist. 

Out here he can disappear into the darkness, fading away like a shadow. Closing his eyes, he can pretend he’s just a part of the black night. He lets the darkness cocoon him like a blanket and feels himself shrink until he’s nothing more than a marble in his mind’s eye.  

He’s brought back to reality by the sound of footsteps shuffling through the sand and sighs in annoyance knowing his time is done. 

“Noct.” Ignis’s voice cuts through the darkness, hard and chastising in a way that makes his charge’s chest tense whenever he hears it.

“What?” Noct snaps back, automatically retracting into his shell as his retainer approaches. 

“You know better than this,” The retainer retorts, annoyance and anger tinging his voice. “To galavant off on your own during such dangerous times is irresponsible at best and suicidal at worst.”

“I wouldn’t need to ‘galavant off’ if you guys weren’t breathing down my neck 24/7,” He replies, throwing his hands in the air in exasperation. “Has it ever occurred to you that being surrounded by people gets suffocating sometimes?” 

“Of course it has!” Ignis responds, his voice rising slightly. “But you have no choice. You are King of Lucis, you need to begin acting like it!”

“You think I don’t fucking know that?” Noct yells back, his voice breaking. “It’s only been everything I’ve been taught to be for the last twenty fucking years!” 

Ignis softens at this, uncrossing his arms as his prince continues. It’s rare to see Noct so vulnerable and raw, unobscured by the blase mask he puts on for the outside world.

“Everything I knew is gone and now I have to live up to some insane prophecy I didn’t even ask to be part of or everyone is going to die,” Tears well in Noctis’s eyes as he paces around the beach, his hands digging into his dark hair. Ignis wants to reach out to him, to soothe him like he has so many times before. It almost physically hurts to watch Noctis like this but he knows the younger needs to get it out, to release the emotions like a volatile tidal wave, or else all they will do is fester.

“I don’t want any of this.”

In this moment he looks so infinitesimally small, shrinking into himself with tears shining in the corners of his eyes. He looks the same as when Ignis had seen him first break down when he was young. He had been eight years old on the floor of his room bawling about how he ‘doesn’t want Daddy to die,’ after Regis had first collapsed from the effort of maintaining the barrier. 

The same face he had seen that day is staring back at him, and he feels a surge of protectiveness rise in him like a wave. He strides slowly forward, taking Noctis by the shoulder and wordlessly embracing him as the younger boy buries his face in his shoulder.

He rubs his hand gently along Noctis’s back as the younger finally breaks down, sobbing like a child into his shoulder. His heart clenches at the way his prince’s hands clench onto his nightshirt as he cries, choked sobs muffled from where his face is buried against Ignis’s shoulder. 

“I can’t do it,” Noct heaves out, his body collapsing fully against his retainer as tears flow in wet rivulets down his face. 

“You can,” Ignis says gently, his hand gently smoothing over Noct’s unruly hair. “We will find a way when you are ready. You have risen to every challenge before this, and I’m confident you will do it again.”

This response seems to only amplify the younger man’s distress, his hands clenching tighter into Ignis’s nightshirt and his jaw so tense the tendons visibly move beneath the wet skin of his cheek. Ignis is familiar with this shadow of doubt and self-sabotage. It’s the one that creeps in when exam season happens and Noctis always assumes he failed no matter how hard he studied. It’s the same one that makes him shirk his training with Gladio, instead opting to hide at Prompto’s playing King’s Knight until one of his retainers can pry him out. After all, if he sets expectations so low, who is there to disappoint?

And yet he so dearly wants to live up to their expectations. Ignis saw the way Noctis always preened under praise, especially from the King. He’s constantly caught in a war between his own selfish desires and the needs of the kingdom, and Ignis wishes so dearly Noct could be selfish, just this once.

They’re all in positions of service and sacrifice, but Noctis is so young with so much on his shoulders. He’s a boy who needs to become a king under impossible circumstances. There is no room for selfishness in the cruel reality they’ve been granted.

Noctis’s sobs have died down to a quiet stream of tears, quiet sniffing drowned out by the drone of the waves. His hands still hold Ignis close, gently shaking. 

“Do you trust me, Noct?” 

The question seems to catch the prince off guard, curious red-rimmed eyes peering up at Ignis. 

“Of course I do, what kind of question is that?” He replies, his voice still thick with tears. 

“Then trust in me that I will ensure you are up to the task. Have I ever failed you before?” This seems to stun Noctis, the gears in his head visibly turning as he slowly forms a reply.

“No,” He replies hesitantly, one of his hands dropping from Ignis’s shirt.

“Then trust that I will see my duty through. Can you do that?” 

There’s a pregnant pause while Noctis mulls over the thought in his mind, nervously gnawing his bottom lip absentmindedly.

“Okay.” Is all the prince replies, and Ignis considers that a win. He rubs Noct’s back as he directs him back towards the hotel. 

“Let’s get you warmed up then, hm? I can’t see my duty through if you catch a cold out here.” 

“‘Kay.” 

“And Noctis?”

“Yes?”

“Disappear like this again and it will be Gladiolus I send to fetch you.”

[jadevalentine-writes]

Fine Red Threads - Chapter 5 - Now on AO3!

Check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23500591/chapters/59038021

First paragraph preview:

Noctis bee-lined to the couch the second Ignis unlocked the front door of the apartment. Noctis did not even bother to remove his shoes, but Ignis knew better than to say anything in that moment. It had been a few years, at least, since Ignis had borne witness to Noctis having a panic attack, but he knew the signs well. Anger and exasperation would boil over, leaving sadness and exhaustion in its wake. Only then would Noctis be calm enough to talk through the attack logically. Ignis quietly removed his shoes, deposited his keys and wallet onto the side table, and made his way slowly into the dark living room.

Read it from the beginning here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23500591/chapters/56353567

Whew! It was a bit of a struggle to get this chapter into shape, but after much back and forth between myself and the lovely @subtlybrilliant, it is done! It’s the longest chapter yet at about 9k words, bringing the total for the work to almost 35k thus far. At this point, tackling a NaNoWriMo no longer seems as daunting, haha. 

A big thank you to all the readers for their support! Kudos, comments, subscriptions, and bookmarks are awesome, but I appreciate any stealth readers out there as well. I was a silent reader for YEARS, so I completely understand. 

Feel free to give me a shout here as well. As @subtlybrilliant can attest, I LOVE to talk about Final Fantasy XV and these BOYS!

Until next time,

-JV

[zanarkandfayth]

I'm just answering these because I want to, and skipping the ones that wouldn't be relevant or I don't feel like answering lmao

01. How many fics have you worked on since January? Hmm, five? I finished the Noct & Gladio one, I've been working on the rewrite of the aftermath one, I started the one inspired by @quartzguts fic Lost Signal (go fucking read this if you haven't), I did some more backstory for the college au, and I edited the secret one.

02. What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? I've been trying to do a sliiiightly closer POV than before. I think it came out nicely enough in the Noct & Gladio fic. Definitely a challenge for me though.

05. What ships captured your heart? Ignoct still has my heart forever and always, but I've definitely had a growing fondness for Gladnoct. More platonic than romantic but I don't mind the romantic.

07. Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year? I mean I guess the Noct & Gladio fic is the first time I've written a fic centered on the two of them. I thought about writing a fic for Sword AF, and for Breath of the Wild, but I didn't. I'm unlikely to for either fandom, tbh. Too many for ffxv to focus on.

08. What fic meant the most to you to write? Aftermath fic, even though I'm not finished with it. I've been basically writing it since 2019 and it's the most in-depth fic I've ever written and I've put so much fucking work into it and it's over 600K I'm super proud of it even if it's slowly killing me and the fandom will be 100% dead by the time I'm done.

09. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on? college au, my self-indulgent beloved. I have no idea if I'll ever successfully write you, but I love you nonetheless.

10. What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing? lmao I only finished the Noct & Gladio one so I guess that by default.

11. What fic was the most difficult to write? the one inspired by Lost Signal. I have it all plotted out and I'm excited to write it but fuuuuck when I tried back in the summer it was not cooperating. and then writer's block just came knocking in general. I've got one finished chapter and I low-key hate it so I'm trying to ease back into things with working on my rewrite of aftermath fic before I attempt this fic again.

12. What fic was the easiest to write? I mean the Noct & Gladio one was pretty easy to write once I kicked my own ass and stopped procrastinating on the battle scene lol.

14. What were your go-to writing songs? I like to listen to a lot of EDM stuff. Especially Industrial but other stuff too. KMFDM, Assemblage 23, Lost Signal, Neuroticfish, Rotersand, Seabound, Lionhearts, Covenant, Wolfsheim, Acretongue, Michael FK... I also listened to Linkin Park and the Ori and the Blind Forest soundtrack.

15. What was the hardest fic to title? only two fics got titled this year... the secret one I ain't sharing lmao and the Noct & Gladio one, which was actually hard to title. Ameliorate. It fits but I kinda hate it ngl. I couldn't think of anything better. I still can't. It's whatever.

16. What's your favorite title of the year? the secret one. I'm so mean for it but as soon as I was done editing I knew I HAD to make that the title. I'm sorry my beloved blorbo. it was just too perfect lmao. one of my mutuals knows what I'm talking about XD it's all good.

21. What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story? my ass in 2019: I already wrote a lot of Noct dissociating in Under Grey Skies, I don't need to do it in aftermath fic. my ass in 2024: huh, Noct doesn't dissociate enough in this fic. soooo I guess now that's gonna be a thing. it has very much changed the story, several scenes have been changed/added for it and I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with it yet but that's why I'm writing without posting for now. wasn't expecting to do it but we'll see what happens.

22. What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand? no to by hand, I only sometimes do that for notes/plotting. I use scrivener <3333 I bit the bullet at the start of this year and used the money I had left from selling my car/after buying a freezer to upgrade to scrivener 3 and though I miss some things from scrivener 1, I mostly like it. I've gotten a lot more into the organisational features and it's been a godsend for making the rewrite of aftermath manageable.

25. How did you recharge between fics? Killed myself 100%ing breath of the wild. including all 900 fucking korok seeds. and then started playing tears of the kingdom with the intention of 100%ing that too but fuck me upgrading the armour was such a fucking slog even with duping diamonds for rupees and I still don't even have all of the sets collected and the koroks are more annoying this time and hhhhhhh I went back to fic to recharge from that fucking game.

28. If this were an awards show, who would you thank? @ivorydice for letting me endlessly ramble about my fics and helping me with plotting some of them. @quartzguts for writing an amazing fic that has inspired me with one of my own that I will write and finish eventually hrgh. @smallest-turtle for also letting me ramble that one time and for stabbing me in the heart with painful headcanons that made me think more about my own. literally anyone who's read my fics regardless of whether they've left kudos or comments or bookmarked them. anyone who talks to me. anyone who likes my venting as support. all my mutuals for being my mutuals even if we've never had a single interaction.

29. What's left on your to-do list for 2024? to just keep pecking away at the rewrite of aftermath fic. by the end of today I should have 38 of 62 chapters rewritten... send help T^T

30. What would you like to write next year? I just wanna finish aftermath fic for the love of god. pls. also the fic inspired by Lost Signal, and I'd like to maaaaaaaybe (big maybe) write a companion fic to the Noct & Gladio fic, showing Ignis & Prompto's hunt, but I don't actually have any ideas for it rn. so we'll see.

A slightly revised version of last year's questions! Two ways to play: Reblog and have your followers send you numbers, or answer the whole list!

How many fics have you worked on since January?

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

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[autumnstwilight]

sometimes I like to think about the metatextual implications of how both the FFXV “Phantom Wedding” ending and the V2 Alt Ending are set in the throne room with an arrangement of the Final Fantasy Theme playing except one is Noctis alone with Luna and the other is Noctis alone with Ignis

[shut-up-vanessa]

Honestly, though pairings are fun, I'll always have a platonic relationship kink... Bromances and best friends are so important and so underrated

[jaysfandomcorner]

I ship Ignoct as otpp, one true platonic pairing.. because seeing them as anything more grosses me out since they were basically raised together like brother's.

[mcalhenwrites]

Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: airship au, Childhood, adoption fic, Adoption, Kid Prompto, Kid Ignis, Brotherhood, Fluff and Angst, Character Death, Past Child Abuse, Past Child Neglect Series: Part 2 of Take to the Skies Summary:

Prompto was an abandoned child starving in Cartanica when Algernon Scientia, Ignis’ uncle, caught him stealing their food. Algernon adopts Prompto and raises him alongside Ignis. The boys quickly form a brotherly bond, dreaming of building and flying a commercial airship together one day. Prequel to Travelers of the Sky

[loveiscosmicsin]

Consumed

Summary: He loved Ebony and she loved energy drinks, Ignis and Aranea couldn't be any more different and yet, when the world is threatened by darkness and ten years are upon them for the return of the King of Light, their friendship grew in the most unexpected ways.

Notes: I just... really wanted to write a self-indulgent fic about platonic Ignis and Aranea, Aranea having a chip on her shoulder and troubled and traumatic past, but those two connecting somehow. Both have a form of addiction, as it took Aranea years to get past it, Ignis will have a long road ahead of him to recover from his.

This is posted on my Ao3 because I know how hard it is to read fics on my blog lol

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Ignis' head pounded repeatedly. The source of the pain was unknown, but it tenaciously lingered, easily triggered by even the most insignificant of sounds or the slight unintentional movement. There was no other pain like it and he had known greater suffering. A splash of colors exploded ominously in his head. He had to lie down and not even his mind registered the soft mattress under him the moment he collapsed on the bed. "Specs?" "Noct?" Ignis shot upward, only to immediately lie back down, clutching his head. He groaned. Now, his muscles ached unbearably. Closing his eyes couldn’t expel the pain as it had in the past. "Hey, hey, don't get up on my account." The king’s laughter was forced, almost on the verge of mirrored agony. Quietly, so quiet that it forced Ignis to strain to listen, he asked, "You okay? You took off your glasses." Ignis turned his wrists over his eyes, a futile effort to hide the scars, fragments of an tumultuous ordeal. He wished to lay his eyes on Noctis, but not when he’s like this. "I'll be fine. Just a slight headache." 

"You've been getting those lately. The stress of whole recruiting and strategizing thing finally getting to you?" "I just need some rest. I won't let this stop me." The mattress squeaked as the king took a seat beside the advisor's form. "Put your head on my lap." The advisor obeyed as a moth drawn to a flame, content with staying like this for a while when his cheek touched Noctis’ thigh. "Do warn me if you have to get up." "I'm not going anywhere." Soft lips pressed lightly on Ignis' forehead. "Move your hand." Calloused fingers rubbed small circles in the advisor's temple. Ignis moaned. "Am I doing it right?" The king's voice was husky, breathy to avoid inflicting the older man with more pain. "Yes..." Ignis swallowed, tilting his head to meet with Noctis' hands. "This is perfect." “It won’t be like this for long.” “It won’t... be?” Ignis echoed, brow furrowing. “What’s that?” “This,” Noctis answered, vaguely as he delicately traced the faint scarring of Ignis’ face. “What you’re doing now. There’s no question that everyone’s behind you a hundred percent and I’m gonna be the one to meet you half way for what you’ve done. Wait for me a little longer.” “Noct...” The name tasted bittersweet the moment it left Ignis’ lips upon waking up. Noctis was gone and he was never present to begin with no matter how much Ignis wished it wasn’t the case. The king’s fingers had ghosted over the advisor’s face and kindled the flame in his heart as if they were physically together just a moment ago. The visage of his beloved followed him in dreams as they had in his wake, vivid and unrelenting. But Ignis knew the truth. Noctis had departed for where he couldn’t bring those he loved with him, no matter how deeply they cared for him in return. Even for one such as Ignis, who had been branded with the Old King’s’ favor. It was a path that Ignis couldn’t follow. And it was why he had to let him go. The King of Light left no instructions nor parting words, but that didn’t mean that Ignis was left without purpose. Far from it, he prepared for the imminent threat lurking in the shadows because of the knowledge imparted to him. Ignis held a love, pure and unyielding, for Noctis, somehow it never dulled in absence and through every action and countermeasure resonated of the young king’s high influence. If Noctis was unwilling to follow the prophecy, then Ignis would’ve fled with him, hide him from— But that wouldn’t have been Noctis if it was. He never one for inaction or to remain silent for long even crushed by duty, one of the earliest lessons taught by the late king. Since the fall of Insomnia, the events thrown in their paths including Ardyn’s trap in the Zegnautus Keep, led him to demand the Crystal’s power of his own volition. By donning on the Ring of the Lucii, Ignis realized that he was the final crucible in this destiny. Gladiolus and Prompto followed Ignis’ lead without question. He couldn’t explain why they must prepare for the war, not fully. To call them dreams would diminish their significance, to call them visions would delving in the supernatural when no blood of the Oracle coursed through his veins, to call alternate realities implied that there was a degree of control in steering toward feasible probabilities than the worst outcomes but they were memories. His memories, good and bad, and they existed for a reason. Fragments of multiple branches that while Ignis of this timeline hadn’t endured, but tried and failed. While his own death and Ravus’ were averted, Noctis’ departure was inevitable. Noctis was still the chosen vessel to restore balance to Eos. The knowledge of these visions allowed Ignis to defy the stars themselves without hesitation so that this time Noctis‘ light won’t go extinguished. How this would end would be up to them to decide. Ignis still had his eyes, healed due to the king’s quick thinking. Noctis was to return. “But when he does, what then?” Ignis found himself asking this, interrupting his own thoughts. The prophecy still would have to end with Noctis. The memories showed only so much and led to more questions, carrying answers that he must link himself. This route didn’t reveal the king’s death. The truth could only be revealed after waiting. Ignis had done five months of it so far. - “It wouldn’t kill you to take a break, you know,” Aranea scolded with a hint of disappointment and impatience in her voice. Ignis smiled, nostalgic by the familiarity. In another history, Aranea had told Ignis to “stop navel-gazing” when she found him fishing in Galdin Quay. She wasn’t a fan of the pastime. “Isn’t that what I’m doing now, Aranea?” Ignis simpered, looking pleased with himself when his companion scowled. “And how well does Cidney take your advice?” He already knew the answer to that. “I don’t waste my breath on battles I can’t win,” Aranea said, holding the can Ignis placed in front of her with reserved scrutiny. Seeing that it wasn’t a can of Ebony invading her space, she popped the tab open. “So long she doesn’t skip meals and trouble doesn’t go out finding her, that’s one worry off my plate.” Aranea Highwind was one of the allies Ignis, Gladiolus, and Prompto recruited. Despite the initial meetings on the battlefield and a temporary partnership coerced by Ardyn Izunia, Aranea held no grudge for the encounters as they were tied to their allegiances. Aranea and her men became deserters of the Niflheim Empire long before the attack in Altissia, opting for a more honest line of work in search and rescue. Before the Empire, they were daemon hunters, freelancers of sorts since they didn’t belong to any of the headquarters. When Aranea joined the fight, Biggs and Wedge happily followed her lead wherever it took them. Though the two had embarked different roads in life, Aranea and Ignis’ paths met again for a reason. Aranea refused payment after hearing what had transpired and what events were to come after the death of the Oracle and the King of Light’s absence, claiming that the Gil received from the hunts were more than plenty to keep them afloat. They recognized danger and were formidable soldiers, Ignis acknowledged how invaluable they were. The ex-mercenary commodore found herself at home with their merry band of the king’s royal retainers, veterans, Hunters, displaced survivors, mechanics, technicians, chocobo caretakers, magazine editors, famed researchers, journalists-turned-jewel artisans, and aspiring chefs. Even now, when the two had nothing in common, Aranea wasn’t a fan of coffee and often scoffed whenever Ignis drank it in her presence, Ignis appreciated all that she’s done. At first, the mercenary had a habit of keeping her distance except to her subordinates, professional to a fault though that front banished when she began opening up to others, breaking her own “don’t get familiar” rule. And she wasn’t the first former imperial Ignis had allied and befriended. The tactician found one such relationship with Ravus. Though with the former prince and high commander, it was more of a quiet and dependable camaraderie whereas Aranea was direct about showing concern for those she deemed worthy of her time. Aranea never talked about her personal life. No homeland, family, friends, her occupation before the daemons and the Empire, or how she met her lieutenants to share willingly or when requested. Not even Biggs and Wedge disclosed information on their boss. Like her, they focused on the present. It took Ignis weeks to act on a suspicion and have Aranea admit that she was seeing Cidney romantically. (It was very disconcerting to hear that their relationship began when the head mechanic slapped the ex-commodore due to a misunderstanding. But the latter had laughed it off as she touched her cheek, implying that she received something better that day.) But Aranea was transparent about her values and who she is as a person, even about her favorite brand of energy drink. Still, if people were judged for who they were in the past, then perhaps Ignis and Aranea wouldn’t be standing here right now. “You sure you wanna go with this?” Aranea asked, wrapping protective cloth over her hands. “Walking and breathing with your eyes shut is one thing, but fighting is another thing entirely.” “You’ve taught me to do more than that,” Ignis took a strip of cloth and placed it over his eyes, welcoming the darkness. “If I fall, best be it in practice and not when our lives are on the line.” Ignis was blind once and Noctis restored his vision. That time. The other times he wasn’t as fortunate. Should his vision be disrupted once more, then what would he do then? He hadn’t attained the years of training as he had in past histories. Aranea possessed an impressive resume of natural skills and abilities separate from the use of Magitek and unsurprisingly, underwent specific training should she lose capability of her senses to complete a mission. That included sight. Ignis readied his stance and held up his hands. “I don’t want...” He just didn’t want to give Noctis or anyone else a a reason to think less of him. The history where Gladiolus and Noctis considered leaving him behind hurt. Aranea was silent as she conceded with a sigh. “Say no more, I get it. But don’t think that I do means I’m gonna hold back.” Training with Aranea was brutal even though she was holding back. Ignis found himself on his knees, betrayed by his hearing and intuition led him to second-guess where his opponent was, was humiliating. It taught him to discard what he already learned, have Aranea take the figurative walking cane he clutched to and sweep the rug from under him, and build up a fighting style without the use of his eyes. Strip all that he knew and realize how powerless he was. His soul and body refused to live with that vulnerability, it craved for power and domination, to defeat Aranea. Though it had been months since the Zegnautus Keep, the Ring of the Lucii marked him, its screams and whispers crawled from the back of his mind and into his heart. What power he thought he wielded, held him at the throat and it lingered still, threatening to unlock that primitive subconscious at any time, hungered to kill and derive pleasure from it. The Ring wasn’t in his possession, it was with its true owner and chosen vessel. The absence made Ignis jealous and made him forget. Ignis was on the ground, clutching at his wrist, the one that bore the ring and all he saw was red and purple clouding his vision as his screams clawed his throat raw. Aranea was at his side immediately. “Wh-what’s wrong? Are you okay? I barely—” She forcibly pinned Ignis’ wrists down as he thrashed against her. “Hey, snap out of it!” “F-fire...” Ignis rasped, his chest rose and fell as he struggled to breathe. “My flesh is—” The mercenary took the front of his shirt, only for the tactician’s hands to weakly fight her off. “This isn’t the time to be shy!” Aranea ripped his shirt, sending buttons flying and stupefied, she gawked at the scars etched on his skin. The inflamed, angry lashings had engulfed Ignis’ chest which extended to his arms and seemed to pulsate under the commodore’s cool fingers. Seeing the pity and helplessness written in her features, Ignis tried his hardest to explain that it’s not as bad as it looked. There was nothing she could do for him. Ignis didn’t see Aranea until three days later in the middle of the night. “Hey,” the mercenary knocked on the door frame before entering. Uncharacteristic of her as she normally just entered without announcing. “How’re you feeling?” “I’m doing better,” Ignis answered honestly. “Would you like a drink?” He turned his back to retrieve a chilled can of energy elixir. Perhaps he owed her an explanation for the other day. “Actually, I...” Aranea held out a shirt. “Here. Wedge knows his way around a needle. You won’t find a thread out of place.” “I... Thank you.” Aranea’s conflicted expression revealed there was another reason she was here. “I won’t ask what happened or why, it’s really none of my business.” She took out a small white bottle. “Went around asking the docs so I wouldn’t be doing this unless I’m absolutely sure about it.” Ignis took the bottle, unfamiliar with the name on the label. “What’s this?” “Helps with nerves and muscle spasms,” she explained, crossing her arms. “But it’s one helluva drug. Easy to abuse, harder to break it off if you get addicted. Just like any other drug.” “You speak from experience.” “Yeah. From a long time ago.” In other words, not an open invitation to unload that period of her life any time soon. “Aranea,” he began, intending to return the bottle. “I’m afraid this doesn’t—”

The Dragoon shook her head. “C’mon, it’s not like I’m forcing you to take it. But my conscience won’t let this go until I know you have it with you.” She waved a hand as if that’s all that needed to be said. “Take it if it gets too much to handle, okay?” Ignis swallowed. “Very well.” Aranea turned on her heel, exiting. “And lay off the coffee. You should be sleeping more.”

Ignis was stunned and shook his head, chuckling. “Says the woman who doesn’t know there’s a time and place for these matters.”

[gingercrisps]

listen people are allowed to not ship something that is 1000% their prerogative but?? if you straight up tell me you dont understand how people ship ignoct i will without a doubt believe you either have something against mlm ships OR that you haven't played any of the dlc or watched brotherhood OR just straight up have not been paying attention to ignis as a character or the way he and noctis interact with each other (verbally and nonverbally).

ignis lives and breathes for noctis. everything he does or says, every decision he makes is done with noctis in mind. and no, it isn't just because of his obligation to fulfil his duty to the crown; it's because of his genuine love and affection (platonic or otherwise, it doesn't matter) for noctis himself. when everything goes to shit and the kingdom falls, ignis continues to give noctis everything he has, and is prepared to give his own life to protect him--and nearly does !! the entire alternate ending of episode ignis (and the game) is made possible because and only because of ignis' devotion to noctis. ignis is granted the power that is only reserved for KINGS because that and that alone made him worthy to wield it. the most prominent emotion in his heart is his love for noctis and THAT is why no ship will ever compare to ignoct for me.

if you haven't played episode ignis, please do; it adds invaluable context to their relationship and the depth of ignis' emotions and devotion to noctis.

[canisargentum]

Writer's First Lines

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven’t written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

i was tagged by both @/mathclasswarfare (who im not tagging because i know she doesn't want to see it) and @avianscribe 💛 So thank you both for that!

I'm not tagging anyone to do the thing because most of the people I would think to tag were already tagged by Math and Avian. :) But if you see this, please participate!

i'm doing this on mobile so i'm not going to link every individual fic but you can find my AO3 works right here!

:readmore: <- well this mobile trick doesn't work anymore and idk what the new one is, so sorry y'all.

heliotropic

promnis | rated t | post dawn | 1.4k

It's a small house, worn tired by the night and not without the scars to show for it.

at another place in time (you were infinitely mine)

promnis | rated t | phoenix down lore & alternate universes | 5.3k

“Has the concept of a Phoenix Down been explained to you yet?” Cor asks in his office before a training session one day.

a recovery plan for bioaccumulation in lucian chocobos

promnis | rated m | chocobo farmer au, bakery au, slow burn | 19k (in progress)

There are two distinct species of chocobos: 

Xanthus tridigium domesticus - a domestic breed, selectively bred for centuries to be riding companions and a source of meat and eggs

Xanthus tridigium - their remaining wildtype, now found primarily in pockets of the Duscae region of Lucis

(that's all technically one sentence right?)

i'm the lord of the lake and i don't want to leave

ignoct | rated t | first date, post-dawn |3.8k

They haven't visited the lake since they were children.

and the sky opened up

prompto & cindy (platonic) | rated t | WoR | 3.1k

The diner just outside of the Hammerhead garage is hardly much of a diner anymore.

you are unbreaking

promnis | rated t | WoR | 1.4k

"Iggy?”

classical conditioning

promnis | explicit | pwp, puppy play | 6.6k

On the rare days where Ignis gets to work from home, Prompto likes to play.

kiss me on the mouth, but please don't bite

promnis | explicit | pwp, werewolf!prompto | 2.9k

"Is that something you would be interested in?" Ignis asks one night while they lay on their backs by the fire. 

maybe this time

promptis | rated t | mutual pining, getting together| 4.2k

For Prompto and Prompto only would Noctis wake up before sunrise.

we are not all right (and that's okay)

prompto & ignis | rated t | hurt/comfort after altissia, zegnautus, and the dawn | 3.6k

Prompto is used to picking up the pieces and puzzling them back together again.

[ansburg]

you can have his back, but you cannot have him. synecdoches are tricky like that, for any time a mere part is put for the whole, you may be left unsatisfied. you may be left wanting more.