[It is entirely possible that he had a little bit of help. In the form a giant book of riddles being thrust at him in exchange for a couple extra serving of breakfast.
It was a really good thing the Librarian loved him.
There's a table near the back that he had seen Ignis tend to favor, and upon that table rest the next clue. Another handmade envelope, tucked beneath a book where it could be easily found.
Clue #2
And inside will be another heart, this one yellow, with the following riddle:
Feed me and I will survive Give me a drink and I will die
[Ah, so it was a conspiracy. He should have known.
He finds the note after a bit of rummaging around (it could've been anywhere OR Librarian could've just eaten it... he got lucky). His lips quirk and he folds the paper carefully, putting it in the inner pocket of his jacket. He thanks the Librarian and heads out, making his way to the Bonfire.
Because the answer to the riddle is 'fire', of course.
Ignis has to admit that he adores this playful side of Noct. Now he can't help but wonder what the grand finale is.]
[After all they had been through these past few weeks - first their fight and the days of separation that had followed. And then the madness brought on by the hallucinations - this was something that they both needed. Something light and fun. Romantic. It had been far too long.
This clue lies carefully tacked to one of the wooden stumps that are often uses as chairs.
Clue #3
I have four feet but not a shoe, a head but not a thought it’s true
[Bed. A very specific bed. He's now glad for that little hint because there are plenty of beds in Beacon and Village. He wonders why Noct went back to that house though. Ignis chose it to celebrate Noct's birthday there because it was unoccupied.
Noct is doing great work on making Ignis stretch his legs all over Beacon.
He arrives at the house in around twenty minutes and heads to the room on the floor up. It was first on the right, if he remembers correctly, and he knocks.]
[Partially because it was, somehow, magically still unoccupied - and mostly because it was where the most wonderful night of his entire life had taken place. Before that night, it felt like they had been something else. Not quite friends, standing on the precipice of being something so much more. So much better. That night transformed them from what they had once been into what they were now.
They had been so many things to one another over the course of an entire life time. Each other's only friend and confident. A moody teenager who didn't understand his place in the world and fought against it with every breath and someone who was trying desperately to guide them. An adviser and a prince. A chamberlain and a king. Never just Ignis and Noctis.
Being here had given them that. Had made them able to be themselves. And that night had it felt like had exchanged so much more. Like their hearts now resided within each others' chest.
It's exactly as it had been. Soft firelight flickered across the expanse from the borrowed torch, while deep blue flower petals were scattered across the bed. And, perhaps most shockingly, there appeared to be a picnic set upon a blanket on the floor near the foot of the bed, complete with food that Ignis hadn't made (to be fair, he did have some help. Although he hadn't actually told Luna what or who it was for.)
And there was Noctis, standing in the middle with the very last card held gently between his fingers.
Clue #4
At last you have come to end of your journey To bask in a hard earned victory
And here your prize awaits you For carefully solving every clue
You are my sun, my moon and my stars I'm sorry for making you travel so far
I love you with my entire heart And I hope that we never part
Nothing here was well tailored, suited to fit his every line perfectly. But the tight black jeans he currently wore shockingly only held a few cosmetic rips - ones that had been there when he had found them. And the deep red and black flannel shirt he wore over it was buttoned up neatly, with the soft black cotton tee peaking out beneath it.
Around his neck was a ribbon of royal purple, along with a small tag declaring himself as the prize that had been won.]
Hey Specs. [Something soft and playful flickers across his face, seeps into his eyes and makes it's way into his smile.] About time you showed up.
[That was, indeed, a very special night, for both of them, on so many levels. A night that, excuse the corniness of the statement, he'll never forget. The house now feels special in a different way from the house they live in and Ignis loves the feeling. It was something that belongs to only Noctis and himself.
But he seriously didn't expect the sight that was awaiting him. Okay, maybe he did expect a smirking Noct, waiting around to tease him and pull him into kisses and bites and everything that follows, but a romantic set up? He didn't think Noct had a knack for it. It's a pleasant surprise and it shows on Ignis' face- he can't stop smiling.
He walks over to Noctis and takes the card from him, eyes scanning the text- a small poem, definitively written by Noctis himself. If he saw the note without Noct around, he'd probably give it a happy and loving kiss. But Noct's right there, so he pulls him into a long, warm kiss instead. When he pulls back, Ignis chuckles in response.]
Apologies for my tardiness. Someone sent me to a scavenger hunt and kept me up and on my toes. But it was so worth it.
[Ignis eyes carefully Noct's outfit and pushes the strands of his unruly hair from his face- he knows it will fall back, but he still loves to do it.]
[Would their kisses always leave him so incredibly breathless? Parted lips and half lidded eyes, staring up at Ignis in the wake of their connection, half wanting to give voice to his desire for more. More soft affection that would transform into gentle touches and everything that came after.]
Wonder who that could have been.
[Mischief sparks deep within those steel blue eyes, plays along the edges of his smile as he leans in and takes what he wants so badly. Another kiss, slow and deep. Teasing. Promising.]
You so gorgeous, Iggy. I still can't believe you're all mine.
I wonder that too, [Ignis gives him a wide smile. He makes sure to put away his lantern on the cabinet before he does anything else, but never stepping too far away from Noctis.
He turns back to him once the lantern is secured, and he takes off his gloves so he can run the back of his fingers against Noct's cheek. He knows what that look is telling him, and who is Ignis to deny his Noctis a thing such as a kiss? It is deep but, once again, on a short side; Ignis just enjoys teasing Noct like this from time to time.]
I should be the one saying that, [Ignis murmurs quietly, lips barely an inch away from Noct's. There isn't a day that passes without Ignis wondering how did he get so lucky for Noctis to return his feelings. They have stood like this before, exchanging kisses and touches, but every time it always feels so unreal, like a dream.]
[Strange shadows stretch across bare walls, play over pale skin brought to life and given warmth by the flicker of fire. Rounded flecks of light travel along the floor, spread across the expanse of bed and fly upwards to dance over the ceiling, a kaleidoscope of of shapes cast from the lantern that sits upon the near by table. A presence which he had slowly grown mindful of, kept safe and secure with practiced muscle memory that no longer took any effort.
Reflect in crystal clear glasses that brighten deep, swirling emerald green, transforming the hues until each own can be picked out individually. Without even thinking Noctis reaches for them, careful fingers gentle in the way they grasp and slip downwards, in the way they force the hinges to fold, leaning forward to place them upon the dresser. Where Ignis had been gorgeous before, there no longer existed any words capable of describing the beauty of him now.
Touch returned, pads of fingers playing softly over the scars that now littered his beloved's skin. Marred it, like the perpetrator had been given permission to leave their mark on that which did not belong to them. Traced along the cut that tore through a slender brow, down over the one crossing the bridge of a chiseled nose. Skimmed the one splitting the full lower lip, splayed across a pale cheek and outlined the faded scar that rimmed around his right eye.
Careful, gentle acts of love and worship, raising onto the ball of his feet to press lips against each one. Slow, reverent, like he could somehow heal the damage by his touch alone. As if he were learning each new portion despite having touched and felt it all countless times.]
Don't. [A breathless whisper, spoken against lips as the final kiss was pressed into the torn flesh.] Let me show you how much I worship you.
[Ignis' eyes close briefly as Noct takes off his glasses carefully. His soft touches, full of admiration that he's not sure he's deserved, are warm. Wanted. His skin craves them and soaks them up. His eye closes when the tips cross over the scar nearby- not ashamed of it at all; worried only that it makes Noctis sad. All of his life Ignis has learned of rules and how to follow them, down to a t, but the decision to put the ring on was all his.
The fingers continue their path to his lips and he smiles gently, head tilting to press a soft kiss to them. And then returning the kisses Noctis gives him. They say that the gods give the biggest blessings of all, but for Ignis- this is his blessing. Noct is his light and heart and he feels so lucky, so very happy to be with him. ' Worship him'- Ignis is undeserving of such attention, but he doesn't go against Noct's wishes. He had planned it all, after all, so he follows him. Taking Noct's hand, he presses a kiss to tips of his fingers.]
Very well, [he whispers back,] I'm all yours. Always.
Those words sparked to life that small portion of his soul that he tried so desperately to keep hidden. All dark, ugly possessiveness and deep, uncontrollable jealousy that threatened to overtake him. An urge to own and be owned in return. To take and take and take until every part of him was filled with nothing but Ignis. Until they were one, complete in every single way. Connection through their hearts, minds and bodies. Struggled against the overwhelming urge to give in and let it run wild.]
My Iggy. [Another breathless whisper, lips moving against lips. Before teeth catch onto the fuller bottom and tug, nipping into the tender flesh before releasing.]
[Noctis can freely turn that jealousy and possessiveness into something more right now. Mark him, take him- do whatever his heart desires. Ignis has always been his, even when it wasn't apparent. His heart was his, fully, regardless of whether the feelings were mutual or no. Ignis loves him, loves him, loves him.
The tease on the lip makes him take in a sharp breath, and Ignis doesn't hesitate to chase for a fuller, firmer kiss. The feeling of those lips against his own always light a fire within him that is hard to extinguish. And sometimes he doesn't want to. He wants to feed into it, let it burn him up alive.
He shifts them and takes few steps back, pinning Noct against the wall and latching his lips to his neck to leave a bite, a mark on the porcelain skin that will sting for a few days. That will remind Noctis of this night. His hand pushes up against the shirt, making Noct's neat outfit disheveled in just a few moves, just so he can reach the skin that it is hiding.]
[Once, so long ago, Noctis had come to the realization that there was something within Ignis he didn't quite understand. A bright, burning light that shone even through the darkest of nights. A comforting beacon that drew him in and never allowed him to fall. He would see it there, shining within those beautiful green eyes that would look upon him adoringly. A quick flash before it was gone and would leave his heart yearning for more. Would leave a hunger growing deep within him that was never quite satisfied. A want, a need to know that hidden part that Ignis kept buried so deep. And once he finally broke through the walls that surrounded it and peered inside, it awoke something within him too. Brought it out into the light. A twisted, mangled mess of a heart that was slowly being unwound and healed with each passing day.
That he gives in so easily, let's himself be pushed back, pinned against the smooth, cold surface of the wall. His back arches as those sharp teeth sink into tender flesh and he cries out, a simple plea of harder. Those bruises are beautiful when they're left, swirling reds and dark blues and purples. But they fade so quickly and he can't stand looking at himself and not seeing the marks of ownership that Ignis leaves on him.]
Please. [Already so breathless, voice deep and quiet.] Harder, Ignis. Make it scar.
[Noctis can have it all- it was always his to begin with; as if Ignis secretly kept that part of himself only for him to witness. With this, Noctis has seen all sides of him- the good, bad, terrible and now passionate. A fire he was keeping hidden from everyone's eyes, only to burn bright as a sun when Noct's eyes lay upon him. He will always be Ignis' first- first thought, the first word on his lips, first touch, first kiss; they've shared many already, and it's never, never enough.
Request makes Ignis' stomach twist, something so very dark and possessive rising in him. A mark. On that beautiful neck. Something that will permanently stay there, show that Noct is his; Noctis doesn't have to tell him twice.
If they were alive, this would've never be allowed, under any circumstances. But here... with permission he got from Noct, he runs tongue across the skin between the shoulder and neck and then bites on it. Hard enough to get a metallic taste in his mouth from it. But he doesn't complain- instead, he gives the wound he made a lick, giving Noct a curious, questioning and a bit of a worried look.]
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It was a really good thing the Librarian loved him.
There's a table near the back that he had seen Ignis tend to favor, and upon that table rest the next clue. Another handmade envelope, tucked beneath a book where it could be easily found.
Clue #2
And inside will be another heart, this one yellow, with the following riddle:
Feed me and I will survive
Give me a drink and I will die
Hint: Where we first found each other]
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He finds the note after a bit of rummaging around (it could've been anywhere OR Librarian could've just eaten it... he got lucky). His lips quirk and he folds the paper carefully, putting it in the inner pocket of his jacket. He thanks the Librarian and heads out, making his way to the Bonfire.
Because the answer to the riddle is 'fire', of course.
Ignis has to admit that he adores this playful side of Noct. Now he can't help but wonder what the grand finale is.]
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This clue lies carefully tacked to one of the wooden stumps that are often uses as chairs.
Clue #3
I have four feet but not a shoe, a head but not a thought it’s true
Hint: Where we celebrated my birthday]
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Noct is doing great work on making Ignis stretch his legs all over Beacon.
He arrives at the house in around twenty minutes and heads to the room on the floor up. It was first on the right, if he remembers correctly, and he knocks.]
Noct?
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They had been so many things to one another over the course of an entire life time. Each other's only friend and confident. A moody teenager who didn't understand his place in the world and fought against it with every breath and someone who was trying desperately to guide them. An adviser and a prince. A chamberlain and a king. Never just Ignis and Noctis.
Being here had given them that. Had made them able to be themselves. And that night had it felt like had exchanged so much more. Like their hearts now resided within each others' chest.
It's exactly as it had been. Soft firelight flickered across the expanse from the borrowed torch, while deep blue flower petals were scattered across the bed. And, perhaps most shockingly, there appeared to be a picnic set upon a blanket on the floor near the foot of the bed, complete with food that Ignis hadn't made (to be fair, he did have some help. Although he hadn't actually told Luna what or who it was for.)
And there was Noctis, standing in the middle with the very last card held gently between his fingers.
Clue #4
At last you have come to end of your journey
To bask in a hard earned victory
And here your prize awaits you
For carefully solving every clue
You are my sun, my moon and my stars
I'm sorry for making you travel so far
I love you with my entire heart
And I hope that we never part
Nothing here was well tailored, suited to fit his every line perfectly. But the tight black jeans he currently wore shockingly only held a few cosmetic rips - ones that had been there when he had found them. And the deep red and black flannel shirt he wore over it was buttoned up neatly, with the soft black cotton tee peaking out beneath it.
Around his neck was a ribbon of royal purple, along with a small tag declaring himself as the prize that had been won.]
Hey Specs. [Something soft and playful flickers across his face, seeps into his eyes and makes it's way into his smile.] About time you showed up.
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But he seriously didn't expect the sight that was awaiting him. Okay, maybe he did expect a smirking Noct, waiting around to tease him and pull him into kisses and bites and everything that follows, but a romantic set up? He didn't think Noct had a knack for it. It's a pleasant surprise and it shows on Ignis' face- he can't stop smiling.
He walks over to Noctis and takes the card from him, eyes scanning the text- a small poem, definitively written by Noctis himself. If he saw the note without Noct around, he'd probably give it a happy and loving kiss. But Noct's right there, so he pulls him into a long, warm kiss instead. When he pulls back, Ignis chuckles in response.]
Apologies for my tardiness. Someone sent me to a scavenger hunt and kept me up and on my toes. But it was so worth it.
[Ignis eyes carefully Noct's outfit and pushes the strands of his unruly hair from his face- he knows it will fall back, but he still loves to do it.]
You look exquisitely handsome.
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Wonder who that could have been.
[Mischief sparks deep within those steel blue eyes, plays along the edges of his smile as he leans in and takes what he wants so badly. Another kiss, slow and deep. Teasing. Promising.]
You so gorgeous, Iggy. I still can't believe you're all mine.
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He turns back to him once the lantern is secured, and he takes off his gloves so he can run the back of his fingers against Noct's cheek. He knows what that look is telling him, and who is Ignis to deny his Noctis a thing such as a kiss? It is deep but, once again, on a short side; Ignis just enjoys teasing Noct like this from time to time.]
I should be the one saying that, [Ignis murmurs quietly, lips barely an inch away from Noct's. There isn't a day that passes without Ignis wondering how did he get so lucky for Noctis to return his feelings. They have stood like this before, exchanging kisses and touches, but every time it always feels so unreal, like a dream.]
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Reflect in crystal clear glasses that brighten deep, swirling emerald green, transforming the hues until each own can be picked out individually. Without even thinking Noctis reaches for them, careful fingers gentle in the way they grasp and slip downwards, in the way they force the hinges to fold, leaning forward to place them upon the dresser. Where Ignis had been gorgeous before, there no longer existed any words capable of describing the beauty of him now.
Touch returned, pads of fingers playing softly over the scars that now littered his beloved's skin. Marred it, like the perpetrator had been given permission to leave their mark on that which did not belong to them. Traced along the cut that tore through a slender brow, down over the one crossing the bridge of a chiseled nose. Skimmed the one splitting the full lower lip, splayed across a pale cheek and outlined the faded scar that rimmed around his right eye.
Careful, gentle acts of love and worship, raising onto the ball of his feet to press lips against each one. Slow, reverent, like he could somehow heal the damage by his touch alone. As if he were learning each new portion despite having touched and felt it all countless times.]
Don't. [A breathless whisper, spoken against lips as the final kiss was pressed into the torn flesh.] Let me show you how much I worship you.
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The fingers continue their path to his lips and he smiles gently, head tilting to press a soft kiss to them. And then returning the kisses Noctis gives him. They say that the gods give the biggest blessings of all, but for Ignis- this is his blessing. Noct is his light and heart and he feels so lucky, so very happy to be with him.
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Worship him'- Ignis is undeserving of such attention, but he doesn't go against Noct's wishes. He had planned it all, after all, so he follows him. Taking Noct's hand, he presses a kiss to tips of his fingers.]
Very well, [he whispers back,] I'm all yours. Always.
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Those words sparked to life that small portion of his soul that he tried so desperately to keep hidden. All dark, ugly possessiveness and deep, uncontrollable jealousy that threatened to overtake him. An urge to own and be owned in return. To take and take and take until every part of him was filled with nothing but Ignis. Until they were one, complete in every single way. Connection through their hearts, minds and bodies. Struggled against the overwhelming urge to give in and let it run wild.]
My Iggy. [Another breathless whisper, lips moving against lips. Before teeth catch onto the fuller bottom and tug, nipping into the tender flesh before releasing.]
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The tease on the lip makes him take in a sharp breath, and Ignis doesn't hesitate to chase for a fuller, firmer kiss. The feeling of those lips against his own always light a fire within him that is hard to extinguish. And sometimes he doesn't want to. He wants to feed into it, let it burn him up alive.
He shifts them and takes few steps back, pinning Noct against the wall and latching his lips to his neck to leave a bite, a mark on the porcelain skin that will sting for a few days. That will remind Noctis of this night. His hand pushes up against the shirt, making Noct's neat outfit disheveled in just a few moves, just so he can reach the skin that it is hiding.]
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That he gives in so easily, let's himself be pushed back, pinned against the smooth, cold surface of the wall. His back arches as those sharp teeth sink into tender flesh and he cries out, a simple plea of harder. Those bruises are beautiful when they're left, swirling reds and dark blues and purples. But they fade so quickly and he can't stand looking at himself and not seeing the marks of ownership that Ignis leaves on him.]
Please. [Already so breathless, voice deep and quiet.] Harder, Ignis. Make it scar.
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Request makes Ignis' stomach twist, something so very dark and possessive rising in him. A mark. On that beautiful neck. Something that will permanently stay there, show that Noct is his; Noctis doesn't have to tell him twice.
If they were alive, this would've never be allowed, under any circumstances. But here... with permission he got from Noct, he runs tongue across the skin between the shoulder and neck and then bites on it. Hard enough to get a metallic taste in his mouth from it. But he doesn't complain- instead, he gives the wound he made a lick, giving Noct a curious, questioning and a bit of a worried look.]