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Letâs talk about the important things.
Lunafreyaâs dress has pockets.
LUNAâS DRESS IS PRETTY AND HAS POCKETS.

#oh my god of COURSE it has pockets#gdi Luna how is your life so together#(...aside from the minor issues with the gods and everything)#Final Fantasy#Luna
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welcome to ffxv femslash hell y'allsđ·
#have I reblogged this yet??#I think maybe I haven't#I don't care I'm reblogging it now#because it's so GOOD#Final Fantasy#XV#Luna#Aranea#Araluna
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zevran: i roll to assassinate the warden
dm: you rolled a 1. you try to assassinate the warden, but it fails. they win. they offer to take you in if you help fight the blight. after a year, youâre in love. you get married, honeymooning in orlais
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In which Ardyn makes good on his threat to keep Noctisâs friends company while heâs in the Crystal⊠Specifically: Ignis. Because thatâs where my brain always goes.
( @demishock here you go!! Thanks so much for talking this idea out with me!!)
Seven years, eleven months, thirteen days.
To whatever extent one can speak of âdays,â any longer.
Ignis has been keeping careful track of the time and date since the incident in Altissia, to make up for his inability to rely on cycles of light and darkness.
He started counting after Gralea.
For as much time as it took just to learn how to navigate with his blindness, as much time as heâs spent cooking in Lestallum, researching with Talcott in Hammerhead, hunting with Prompto and Gladio⊠Ignis has spent the majority of these years alone. Itâs easier this way, somehow. Time passes more smoothly in his own head, when he can get lost in memories of the past and hopes for the future.
Thatâs not to say that travelling and fighting alone is a particularly good decision. Ignis takes risks the others might chastise him for, risks he would never let them get away with.
Tonight, for example, heâs settled in to rest and eat without bothering to find a warded campground.Â
When he hears the footsteps approach, the brush of thick layered fabric, he curses himself for his own insouciance. He deserves this.
Ignis stays very still, continues working on his soup as though he heâs taken no notice of the new arrival.
âEnough for two?â
No matter how many times this happens, the mocking tone will never fail to set Ignisâs teeth on edge. âNo,â he snaps.
âNot expecting company? I understand.â Ardynâs voice drips with false sympathy. âI suppose it has been some timeâŠâ
Ignis is ready to throw his dinner in Ardynâs face, for all the good it would do. âWhat is it you want, Chancellor?â
âWhy, company, of course! This eternal darkness can get so lonely⊠Though I suppose you might know better than anyone, yes?â
Why does Ignis put up with this? Why does he engage? He knows Gladio still attacks on sight, swinging uselessly until he exhausts himself and Ardyn departs, laughing. He knows Prompto gave up on wasting ammunition years ago: now he covers his ears and sings to himself until heâs alone again. Why does Ignis let Ardyn speak?
Because sometimes he says something useful, of course. Because from a handful of thoughtless words scattered over the years, Ignis has been able to piece together a story corroborated by the royal tombs. Because listening is all he can do.
That doesnât make it easy.
âYou arenât welcome here,â Ignis says flatly.
Ardyn laughs, delighted. âMy, my⊠You are unshakable, arenât you?  I suspect you may find the idea of death rather agreeable. Or is there truly nothing you fear?âÂ
Ignis smiles bitterly. "Do you expect me to fear you?â
âAnd why not?â
âYou ran out of ways to hurt me in Gralea, Chancellor.â
The title is the best weapon he has, perhaps the only weapon. If the theory Ignis has labored over is correct, then being conflated with the Empire will always be a thorn in Ardynâs side, regardless of how long itâs been since Niflheimâs collapse.
âAlways dear Noct, isnât it?â
Ignis nearly flinches. He isnât the only one armed with pointed words. He tries so hard not to let their conversations drift this way, but Ardyn must sense his weakness - they always end up here, sooner or later.
âCome now, be honest.â Ardyn can be so disgustingly conspiratorial. âItâs a relief, isnât it, to be free of the endless babysitting? It must be.â
âYou are not as all-knowing as you think.â
Ardyn scoffs. âPlease, thereâs no need for rudeness. Youâve simply piqued my curiosity. What is it you see in your Chosen King? Are you so eager to cook his dinners and wipe his nose?â
Ignisâs hands go tight on his soup bowl.
âAh, not fond of such jokes? They do seem accurate, if youâll excuse my saying so.â
âThey are not accurate. I assure you.â
âYou would say more, but you donât wish to speak of him to me. So private. In all things, so Iâve gathered, but in none so much asâŠâ Ardyn makes a deeply concerning sound of realization. He lets out a long breath, almost a whistle. âOh, Ignis. Youâre right. Itâs taken me far too long.â
No.
Ignis stands up abruptly.
Ardyn laughs. Thereâs a strange sound in the air, a pulsing chill, and suddenly Ignis canât move. His body goes rigid. His fingers straighten unbidden, every muscle flexing and straining like heâs been struck by lightning. He drops his bowl. It shatters against the hard ground at his feet with a heart-stopping crack.Â
Ignis tries not to panic.
âPerhaps you should thank me,â Ardyn drawls. âIf Iâd left well enough alone, heâd be married, now.â
âYou think-â Ignis knows he shouldnât keep talking. But his heart is racing, heâs flooded with useless adrenaline, and itâs not as though he can do anything else. âYou think I wouldnât prefer to see him and Lady Lunafreya alive and well? To see him happy? At peace?â
âHow admirably selfless.â Ardynâs voice is closer now. The dark amusement is as constricting as the magic, unbearable.
Ignis cannot take much more of this. Heâs been so careful not to let on about what heâs learned from the tombs, so diligent in not tipping his hand. But the potential consequences his rational mind understands feel like nothing at all compared to having a way to push back.
âWe do not all expect payment for our love, Chancellor. Nor do we all desire to harm others when we, ourselves, are hurt.â
Ardyn is even closer, now. Ignis can feel the amusement rolling off him in waves. âAre you lecturing me?â
âYes. Noctisâs story surpasses yours a hundredfold. Even were he never to return, he would still be a far greater king than you have proven.â
The deadly silence is all the confirmation Ignis needs. Rash as it was to tip his hand, itâs so satisfying to make the unexpected move for once. For a single moment, he feels like a strategist again.
In the next moment, thereâs a hand around his throat. Â
Ignis reaches out on instinct for his weapons. He can move again, but he canât reach Noctisâs arsenal. Ardynâs doing, it has to be, because Noctis isnât- canât be-
Frantically, Ignis clutches at Ardynâs arm.
Ardyn laughs. It starts quietly, barely a chuckle, and builds until it seems to echo back from all around them. âSo ingenious, arenât you?â
Ignis gasps, growing lightheaded.
âIf you know my story,â Ardyn says softly, his breath against Ignisâs face, âthen surely you know my title? My true title.â
Ardyn removes his hand, but the suffocating pressure remains. Ignis wraps his hands uselessly around his own throat. Dizzy, he falls to his knees.
âOh, what a magnificent start! I suppose I shouldnât be surprised. This should all be so familiar to you, after all.â Ardyn threads his fingers through Ignisâs hair, a mockery of benevolence. âGo on: Your Majesty.â
This is not how Ignis wants to die.
Thatâs the thought he holds on to in the midst of his fear, his anger, his pride: heâs waited nearly eight years against the hope that Noctis will come back to him. Heâll wait eight more, and then eight more after that, heâll wait as long as he has to.
Heâll do whatever he must.
Ignis reaches out in his mind to the wall of Noctisâs arsenal, the wall he canât breach with Ardyn blocking him. He presses himself as close as he can get, willing Noctis to hear, to forgive him, to understand who heâs truly calling out for as he whispers, âYour Majesty.â
Ardyn lets him drop.
Ignis lands face-down in the dirt, gasping, his arms too weak and shaky to push himself up.
âThere,â Ardyn says pleasantly, ânow we understand one another. Such an important thing between friends, donât you think?â
We are not friends, Ignis thinks viciously. But the fact that heâs still alive certainly means something.
Ignis manages to prop himself into a slightly more upright position. âYou wonât kill me, will you?â His voice is raspy and painful. âYou wonât kill any of us.â
Ardyn hums blithely. âWonât I?â
âHow else would you hurt him, while heâs out of your reach? How else would you vent your petty rage?â
âAdorable,â Ardyn purrs.
âYou subsist on hatred.â Every word hurts, every second is a fight to stay lucid. âDo you think you can turn us into men like you? Break us and twist our hearts?â
âOh, perish the thought! You are far better men than that.â The poisonous mockery is a fog in the air. âNo matter how the years of darkness stretch out before you, you will never waver in your precious hope. Your love.â Ardyn laughs.
Ignis shakes his head, willing himself not to be sick. âIt will not happen.â
âHmm. For argumentâs sake, I might invite you to look around at the world my petty hatred has wrought. But Iâm afraid your stalwart devotion has left you⊠unable.â
Ignisâs arms finally give out. He rolls clumsily onto his back, breathing hard.
Ardyn kneels beside him. Very slowly, almost gently, he removes the visor from Ignisâs face. Ignis turns his head away, vulnerable, wincing.
âI might have killed him already, have you thought of that?â Ardyn traces idly over Ignisâs scarred eye. âPerhaps thatâs why you couldnât reach your weapons just now. Oh, imagine if youâd passed him bleeding on the roadside while he choked out your name? How it must have felt to watch you leave him behind, as he once refused to leave youâŠâ
âNo,â Ignis whispers, beyond any semblance of rationality. There are tears on his face: desperate, ashamed. âI would know. If he were near⊠I would know.â
âThank you for your company, Ignis,â Ardyn says, a smile in his voice. âYouâve been a charming host.â
Thereâs a sharp pain in his head, the cold ache of Ardynâs magic, and Ignis slips into unconsciousness.
#Ignoct#look! another thing that's not an ask or a prompt!!#I really have no excuses at this point I'm just Very Sorry??#also I can't write Ardyn wow#but I just really love this concept#Final Fantasy#XV#my stuff#Ignis#Ardyn#(I'm laughing at myself - my approximation of Ardyn's speech pattern is apparently just /italics/)
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*-*rambling self-indulgent speculation fic thing*-* (in which I enjoy thinking about Ignis and Regis and their weird as hell relationship) (and also about how the whole Kingsglaive engagement announcement went down) (and also about Ignoct in general)
Ignis hasnât been formally summoned by the king in years, much less in the middle of the night.
He squints at the alert on his phone, then sits up and puts on his glasses to read it. Meeting the king in his personal chambers? Has something happened?
He tries to stay calm as he gets out of bed. He sends off a quick message to Noctis, in the vain hope that heâs awake and can reassure Ignis that heâs alright.Â
He keeps checking his phone as he dresses. No answer.
Thatâs no cause for concern by itself: itâs late, Noctis is probably asleep.
The Imperial envoy earlier today was probably nothing to worry about.
Everythingâs probably fine.
âŠItâs too bad probably has never been a particularly comforting word for Ignis.
By the time he arrives at King Regisâs door, nodding his way past the guards and checking one more time to make sure his shirt is tucked in after dressing in the dark, Ignis has come up with no less than seven completely disastrous reasons he might have been called. None of them seem particularly likely, but itâs always important to be prepared for the worst.
âCome in, Ignis.â
Ignis does, closing the door quietly behind him.
King Regis is in his armchair, still dressed, his head resting on one hand. He looks exhausted.
Ignis bows in greeting.
No greeting is forthcoming  in return.
âI need your opinion.â
âOf course, Your Majesty.â
King Regis studies him with heavy, tired eyes. âIf you were to select a personal retinue for Noctis, a Crownsguard, whom would it contain?â
A Crownsguard? Thereâs already a Crownsguard, one which has been carefully vetted and trained. Why would Noctis require a separate one? âIâm afraid I donât understand,â Ignis says carefully.
King Regis doesnât seem surprised at his confusion. âIâm asking for a small group, perhaps three or four. People of balanced abilities, able to support Noctis in whatever situations may arise.â
Something is very wrong, here. But what? âGladiolus Amicitia has trained all his life to protect His Highness,â Ignis says, giving the obvious answer to play for time.
King Regis motions for him to continue talking. âAnd you approve of the result?â
âI do. He is a fine warrior, and deeply loyal. He has been a close companion to His Highness, and I consider him a friend as well.âÂ
âGood,â King Regis nods. âI would have chosen him anyway. Who else?â
Ignis frowns, thinking. Itâs difficult to choose given so little context. There are guards and attendants, people of ability, but their loyalty is to the crown first and foremost. Most of them have no relationship with Noctis as a person, and thus Ignis canât in good conscience entrust Noctis to them. There honestly arenât many people Noctis gets along with.Â
Or-? Well⊠Why not?Â
âPrompto Argentum.â
King Regis raises his eyebrows. âA name I would not have thought of.â
âHis combat experience is⊠minimal,â Ignis admits. âBut Your Majesty requested a balance of skills.â
âAnd what is Promptoâs skill in?â
âLifting His Highnessâs spirits.â
King Regis smiles.Â
âThere are few so adept,â Ignis says, feeling more confident in his choice by the second. âIf Your Majesty suspects challenges ahead, I would not suggest passing him over.â
âCould he be trained?â
âI believe so.â
âVery well.â King Regis adjusts himself in his chair, sitting up straighter. âI notice you have not yet named yourself.â
âŠOh. Like an imbecile, Ignis had considered himself a given. Whatever King Regis was planning for Noctis, Ignis hadnât been able to envision being left out. Now, heâs envisioning it acutely.Â
Is he expected to make a case for himself? Would it matter? Surely his qualifications are already known. âI would include myself, Your Majesty.â
King Regis sets his hands on his armrests, and Ignis suddenly feels like theyâre in the throne room instead of a bedchamber. His heart rate picks up. Heâs been preparing for disaster since he first got this message, and the change in the air indicates that his expectations may finally be fulfilled.
âAm I right in assuming,â King Regis says quietly, âthat your feelings for Noctis are beyond those which duty requires?â
Seven potential disasters.
This one hadnât even crossed his mind.
He thought heâd been so careful, never letting himself look too long, finding believable excuses for every visit and gift and touch. Drawing back whenever he had to, never giving Noctis the chance to notice his struggle or close the distance between them. Denying himself innocent moments, afraid of what the press might do even with too soft a smile.
He canât do anything about the fact that his chest aches sometimes when Noctis says his name.
âHis Highness has been- is-â damn it, damn it, âhas always been⊠dear to me. As he is to many who know him, I have no doubt.â
King Regis hums, his face unreadable. âBut perhaps not in the same way?â
Ignis will be removed from duty, that isnât even a question.Â
Is that what this has been? Was King Regis looking for Ignisâs input regarding his own replacement? People who could support Noctis until a new advisor could be arranged?
Heâll be sent away from the Citadel.
God. Heâll never see Noctis again.
âYour Majesty, please,â Ignis says, head swimming in desperation. âI have never acted out of accordance with my position, I swear it. I am a faithful steward to His Highness. I hope to have done well by him, and by you. I would never-â
âPeace,â King Regis says, looking genuinely surprised at Ignisâs outburst. âI did not call you here to condemn you.â
Then, why? Why? What has this been about? What need is there for a specialized guard? What does it matter whether Ignis is so pathetically in love that he could cry?Â
Ignis prides himself on maintaining an understanding of both world politics and the affairs of Insomnia, but heâs lightheaded and his face is hot and he cannot figure out why he was called to this meeting.
âThe Empire has called for a peace treaty. It requires a marriage between Noctis and Lady Lunafreya of Tenebrae.â
Oh.
Ignis has been choosing an escort.Â
To Noctisâs wedding.
âThe press will know, come morning,â King Regis says, almost gently.
So, this was a kindness. Ignis will be spared dealing with his shock in public. Heâs grateful - or, as grateful as can be managed in his current state.
King Regis rubs at his eyes. âThere is another provision, as well.â
Peace with Niflheim. Noctis engaged. And thereâs more? Ignis stares at the far wall, clutching his hands behind his back, trying to school his expression.
âYou have no interest?â The bitter tone is a surprise. Ignis looks at King Regis, who isnât looking back at him. The kingâs hand is still over his eyes. âAs advisor to the crown,â he continues, voice distant and frustrated, âyou have no opinion on this treaty?â
Ignis doesnât know what his king expects from him. Itâs all he can do to keep his face impassive. âI would not presume-â
âBy all means, presume!â King Regis laughs, a sound as dry as paper tearing. âYou have always been dutiful. Tell me, Ignis, remind me. What is my duty?â
Ignis cannot do this right now. Not when heâs already wondering what Noctis will look like on his wedding day. Not when heâs imagining a lifetime of training heirs to the throne in history and etiquette, children with their motherâs healing hands and Noctisâs beautiful eyes. He feels like someoneâs carved a portion out of his chest, the part that dealt with breathing. âThe line of Lucis protects the Crystal until the King of Light comes,â he recites numbly.
âThe Crystal,â King Regis says, almost snaps. âThe Prophecy. And my son? My people? Do I not have an obligation to them?â
âYour Majesty,â Ignis says slowly, fighting for competence, âI donât know what choices you may be facing, nor do I expect you to confide in me. Your people trust you to fulfill your duties in the best way you know. As I will fulfill mine to your son.â
King Regis stares at him for a long moment, then seems to settle, fatigue draining the tension from his features once more. âWe must all make our sacrifices. Is that what you mean to say?â He sighs and passes his hand over his face. âYou have been good to him, Ignis. In ways I could never have hoped for. I pray that you will continue to stand by him in the days ahead.â
âAlways,â Ignis says. âIn all things.â
âA promise not made lightly now, with the future uncertain.â
âThe future has never been certain. And I have never been one to take things lightly, Your Majesty.â
King Regis nods to him in gratitude. âYou may go,â he says quietly.
As desperate as he is to leave, Ignis stops with one hand on the door. He turns back. It would be impertinent to ask, but⊠âHave you told him?â
âNo,â King Regis says.
Ignis bristles invisibly. âDo you intend to?â
âIf I donât, you will, wonât you? Even if asked not to.â
Yes. Yes, he will. As much as Ignis has just panicked about being fired and thrown out⊠Noctis is not going to find out about his own engagement from the news.Â
King Regis smiles sadly. âDonât answer, please. Iâd hate to have a member of the new Crownsguard penalized for misconduct.â
Even after the utter mess this conversation has been, at least Ignis still has his place by Noctisâs side. If sixteen years in the palace have earned him the leniency shown tonight, perhaps he can push it just a bit further. Just this once. âYou should be the one to tell him, Your Majesty.â
King Regis knows this, surely. It still takes him a long time to nod. âBring him to me.â
â
Ignis lets himself into Noctisâs apartment. Itâs so familiar, the routine of it, the reassurance of having the key. Heâs spent more of his waking life here than in his own rooms, these last few years. He knows every shelf and cupboard, knows the view from the balcony, knows the haphazard organization of the spare closet where his extra clothes are hung beside Noctisâs formal suits.
He doesnât bother with the lights - he can find his way around in the dark.
Itâs so strange to think this life is almost over.
Noctis is asleep, as Ignis had suspected, but he apparently didnât make it to his bed. Heâs curled up on the sofa like a cat, still in his clothes, the lights of the city casting shadows across his face.
Ignis kneels beside him. Heâd like to smooth back Noctisâs hair from his forehead, or touch his cheek. Heâd like to stave off waking him, to take a few moments and memorize how peaceful he looks.
Indulgences he wonât allow himself.
âNoct,â he says gently, one hand on Noctisâs shoulder. âWake up, please.â
That wonât do it. It never has. At least Ignis can convince himself heâs trying, though.
âNoctis,â Ignis repeats, rubbing his hand up and down Noctisâs arm. âYour father wants to speak with you.â
Noctis blinks up at him through his messy hair, his eyes bleary. âHuh?â
Of course. The one time in their lives Ignis doesnât want him to wake up.
How many more chances like this will he get? Theyâll be few and far between after the wedding, surely.
âHello,â Ignis whispers, his throat thick. He doesnât pull his hand away.
Noctis frowns, pushing himself back against the sofaâs armrest. âIggy?â
Ignis shuts his eyes. That ache in his chest, again. Does Noctis know? He has no idea. There have been moments, handfuls of heartbeats where heâs felt there might have been somethingâŠ
Not that it matters now. Not that it ever did.
Noctisâs hand settles tentatively atop Ignisâs.
Ignis opens his eyes, grateful for the dark room, sure that his face is crumpling.
âYou okay?â Noctis asks quietly. Still soft and half-asleep, but so sincere.
âYes,â Ignis says. âYes, of course.â He draws his hand back slowly, Noctisâs fingers trailing over his own as he pulls away. God, he wishes he could feel it. His damned gloves - never mind that this is precisely the sort of thing theyâre meant to protect against. âYouâve been summoned.â
Noctisâs face goes tight. He rubs at his eyes. âYou know why?â
âI do,â Ignis says, feeling horribly guilty. âBut I think your father should be the one to tell you.â
Noctis looks like he wants to argue. âItâs bad, huh?â
Ignis has no idea whether Noctis will consider it âbad.â Perhaps heâll be perfectly content with the news. âI donât have all the details.â
âItâs fine,â Noctis says, in a flat voice that means it isnât. He sits up and starts scanning the room, presumably looking for his shoes. âI know youâd get in trouble.â
Itâs not about that. Not at all. But Ignis canât explain.
He finds Noctisâs shoes at the side of the sofa, where they always are. âIâm sorry,â he says quietly as he hands them over.
Noctis pauses before putting them on, staring at Ignisâs face. âIt⊠really is bad.â
Ignis curses himself, forcing his expression back to neutrality. âI recommended Prompto for an official position.â
Noctis knows heâs changing the subject. It works anyway. His eyes brighten and the corners of his mouth turn up. âYeah?â
âDo you suppose heâll accept? Heâll have to be fitted for a uniformâŠâÂ
Noctis laughs, his face warm and bright and beautiful as he leans over to tie his shoes. âOh, heâs gonna lose it.â
Despite everything, Ignis canât help but smile back.
#Ignoct#my stuff#I have a billion awesome asks and prompts and ideas people have given me#I want SO BAD to have the free time to do them right??#but meanwhile: here's the thing from my phone I keep adding to whenever I have five free minutes??#I LOVE YOU GUYS I'M SORRY I'M SO BAD AT HAVING A BLOG#Final Fantasy#XV
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"So, Noct," Prompto says, just car-ride chatter, only half-thinking about the words coming out of his mouth, "which one of us is gonna be your best man?"
Noctis looks stricken. "Uh. Do I⊠have to pick?"
"No," Ignis says firmly, just as Gladio says, "hell yeah, you do."
Everyone stares at each other.
"It's a wedding," Gladio says. "There's gotta be a best man."
"It's his wedding." Ignis nods awkwardly back at Noctis. "If he doesn't want one-"
"It's not that I don't want one-"
"See?"
"You didn't let him finish."
"Look, it's a traditional-"
"Can't I just-?"
"It's an utterly arbitrary-"
Prompto laughs nervously. "Uh, guys? I was kidding, seriously."
Gladio shrugs and settles back in his seat. "Whatever. You can count me out."
Noctis snaps his head around to stare, affronted. "Well, fine."
"Don't look at me like that," Gladio scoffs. "I'm your security, remember? I gotta be able to move around the room, if I need to."
"Oh. Right. Just⊠Make sure you're somewhere I can see you, okay?"
"What, you gonna make me cue you how to put a ring on?"
"Shut up," Noctis grumbles.
"I'll be right there, Prince Charmless. No worries."
Prompto is fidgeting in his seat. "I, uh."
"Prompto?"
"It's stupid. I just- I mean, I know it's a big royal wedding, there's no way there won't already be a bunch of official ones, right? But I figured, if you gave me permission, I could- Mine wouldn't end up in the papers or anything, you know? They could just be yours. If you want."
Noctis frowns. "I⊠don't know what you're talking about."
"Heh." Prompto runs his hand through his hair, his face red. "Yeah."
"I believe," Ignis says slowly, "Prompto may be asking to be your photographer."
Prompto shrugs helplessly. "Dumb, I know."
"No, that'd be great," Noctis says, relieved. "I hate the reporters. Can we- Can it just be Prompto? At least during the ceremony? You think we can keep the rest back?"
Ignis and Gladio make the same half-laughing sound. Both their smiles are a little terrifying, the way they always get when dealing with the press. "We sure can," Gladio says.
Noctis relaxes visibly.
"Aw, great!" Prompto looks absolutely thrilled with the idea of his new job. "And it looks like you've got your best man," he grins, poking Ignis in the shoulder.
"Makes sense," Gladio says. "He's been with you the longest."
"Since we were kids, yeah," Noctis mumbles.
Ignis catches his eye in the rearview mirror. They both smile. They both look away.
Gladio shrugs. "I'm happy with it from the Crownsguard angle. I'll watch the crowds, Iggy can watch you."
Ignis frowns just slightly at the phrasing, but says nothing.
Noctis rubs the back of his neck. "You⊠okay with that, Specs?"
"Honored," Ignis says quietly. "Truly."
#just a conversation that needed to happen at some point#and me trying to figure out how to keep track of more than two characters#Final Fantasy#XV#my stuff#Ignoct#(VERY subtly implied)
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Of course, somehow my first saved photos is Specs and the Prince. I blame @thekindmagic
#I am SO HAPPY to take responsibility for this?!#god just look at these dorks#I LOVE them??#Final Fantasy#XV#Ignis#Noctis#Ignoct
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Wow, what a cheery discussion!! Iâm gonna second the idea that the final battle with Ardyn doesnât exactly happen in âreal timeâ - I had the same concept of the Ring and the shockwave being the big Prophecy-Fulfilling Moment, releasing the power and bringing back the dawn. I guess all Iâve got to bring up in addition is... Nyx? Because when Ardynâs body disappears, it starts out with these sort of drifting embers that remind me very much of Nyx at the end Kingsglaive. Obviously Nyx didnât disappear completely, as heâs in the throne room at the end, (if heâs really there... I have to rethink that...) But using that same visual motif makes me think thereâs some sort of underlying concept. For Nyx it was being unable to sustain the Ringâs power - I could definitely see that theme being echoed with Ardyn, with his fall from grace and his being ultimately unable to sustain his cursed immortality (for whatever reason)... And then Noctis starts having the same ember effect in the beyond after the strain the Ring put on him, but when he finally dissolves, itâs different - blue, not red, he has a line afterwards, and then we see him in the after-credits scene. I donât know what the blue dissolving is, but Ardyn does it too, and his bodyâs already gone, so itâs... probably not linked to that? My best guess here is that Noctis doesnât really fall under any story or thematic umbrellas that would call for him to dissolve... But you know what? If your, um, friend wants to go ahead and dissolve him anyway, Iâm not gonna argue, Iâm ready to cry about literally any version of this
So FFXV tumblr. Is there a canon to follow in regards to what⊠exactly happens⊠to Noctâs body? Asking for a friend.
#I am already CRINGING in anticipation you have no idea??#Final Fantasy#XV#Noctis#(I feel like I'm just spitballing here I need to go back and watch all the ending stuff again)
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Someone knows how to take a good photo of our Sunshine Child
#OH MY GOD#look how SWEET he is#look how good he looks in his uniform I am Proud Of Him#which of the boys took these I need to know so I can be properly grateful??!#thank you for posting I needed to see his beautiful face <3#Final Fantasy#XV#Prompto
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Prompto hides behind Ignis and Gladio whenever bad guys show up oh my god
#I LOVE this#what's really amazing about the first one is that they don't even know Ardyn's a bad guy#but Gladio and Ignis close ranks anyway - just like when they're confronted by a sword-wielding Ravus#these boys have SUCH GOOD INSTINCTS#everybody but Prompto has this laser-focused determination in tense situations#...ooh but look at the change in Prompto between these gifs??#it's probably not intentional but#in the first one he puts Gladio between Ardyn and himself#to the point where Ardyn probably can't even see him and vice versa#that's hiding: plain and simple#but with Ravus??#that's falling back to the rear line#look at the difference in his posture and the way he's behind Ignis but still has line of sight toward Ravus#he's alert#he's scared but he's a ranged fighter and he's positioning himself so he'll be ready to help#bless you Prompto you grew so much so fast I LOVE YOU#Final Fantasy#XV#Prompto#Ignis#Gladio#Ravus
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So Cor is MIA in game because heâs supposedly off with whatâs left of the Crownsguard and the hunters he recruited to search for the royal tombs to help Noctis. But Regis had to go and collect them all too didnât he? Shouldnât Cor and definitely Cid already know where all the tombs are?
#AN EXCELLENT ADDITION#I need to think more about this at some point...#the whole thing with Cor is mystifying to me#(and wow I REALLY wish Weskham had gotten more than five lines??)#(I'm oddly attached to him and I feel like he really could have cleared some things up)#Final Fantasy#XV
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Noctis: What did you do!? Ardyn: They have no place in this, the battle of kings! Come, Noctis!
#...okay there's a lot I COULD talk about here#but I'm stuck on that second gif#particularly how Prompto swoons and Gladio struggles#but Ignis just sort of... goes straight down#my traitor brain provided the following commentary: he learned how to fall a long time ago#(in every sense of the word)#uggh but seriously after Chapter 10 with him - the way he just accepts it here HURTS ME#Final Fantasy#XV#Ardyn#Ignis#Noctis#Prompto#Gladio#I'm so glad there are gifs of this scene wow
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PBBBBBFBFBFFFT
#!!!!?!!?#OKAY#OKAY I'M FINE#TOTALLY FINE#oh my GOD#I love them so much I really really do#thank you thank you for being a shining beacon in this fandom??!#Final Fantasy#XV#Luna#Aranea#Araluna
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During an early-game night drive, when Ignis was going on about the dangers and campaigned for resting, Prompto whined that he needs his beauty sleep and Gladioâs response to that was Â

which translates to probably âEh, youâre pretty enough alreadyâ. And while I know that this is a perfectly normal tease I just⊠couldnât stop thinking about it.
#*clutches chest*#this is so incredibly well done??!#my heart appreciates that last pose SO MUCH#Prompto's flustered face#the hand-holding#UGGH#and I feel like 'you're pretty enough already' is... not... such a normal tease??#not among the Very Hetero Bro type of guys the game would like us to believe Gladio is anyway#hell yeah German Gladio - just out and out calling Prompto pretty#the real MVP#Final Fantasy#XV#Gladio#Prompto#Promptio#(I REALLY LOVE THIS IT'S WONDERFUL)
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Final Fantasy XV â Badass Ignis
#YES#I loved this moment so much it was so well done and powerful#(His face in the second one)#(He looked inside himself and asked how much more he was willing to put up with that day)#(NOT. FUCKING. THIS.)#Final Fantasy#XV#Ignis#I'm so glad to have these gifs wow
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