I wanted to write something regarding Final Fantasy XV for a looooong while now and I knew it's going to be Ignis and with an OC. I hope this is a-okay and doesn't offend anyone (I know them liquor experts are going to probably groan their heads off when they get to a certain part, so I apologize in advance), especially depicting a blind/disabled person.

And yes, there's going to be smut on the second chapter, which I hope is just as good for the readers as how I had imagined it.

In most late hours, Sophiño waited without worry. However, as the minute hand ticked closer to 1:00 A.M., this was those late hours that he did wait with worry.

It had been starless the last few weeks, as strong storms had threatened most of Lucis, on top of the usual Daemons prowling the oppressive darkness beyond the blazing lights that surround the last human settlements of Lucis.

Sophiño had hoped the storm would deter Ignis and his retinue from Daemon-hunting and history-checking, to find documents on defeating the Starscourge and finding the Prince again. But Ignis is, as much as he dislikes being described as such, just as foolish as he is too ambitious in his quest to save the world. Just like their Prince…

And so, he had learned to steel himself as well as hope.

Many Lucians and other refugees depend and remain hopeful for the many Hunters, Glaives and volunteers that risk their lives out in the darkness, beyond the line of where the anti-Daemon light could reach. Many of them survive and make small celebrations of victory at another successful run; some are…not so.

Sophiño hopes he is wrong for thinking morbidly. Their supper is, after all, waiting for them inside the caravan, pulled up in the parking area of Lestallum, one of the last human settlements of the planet.

"Hey, Sophi." Came the concerned tone of Cindy. Turning, he sees her carrying a few boxes of tools needed for vehicles that have been braving all of the Lucian Outlands, along with their driver and passengers. Sophiño approaches her to assist, but she shakes her head and beams. "Oh no! No need, Sophi! You been working hard on those makeshift kitchens all the Working Hours already, while I've just been doing routine work, as always. This is nothin'!"

Sophiño sighs and gives her a sheepish grin. "Well, if you say so. I hope my sister isn't giving you a hard time about borrowing tools from you."

Cindy smirks. "You Tenebraeans sure are a lot! 'Course she's as hard-headed as a feral Black Chocobo! I shoulda listened to you from the start."

"I apologize…" Sophiño gives her an apologetic look and brushes his left elbow in discomfort. "I'll make it up to you."

"Hmm." Cindy teases as she ponders aloud. Sophiño chuckles at her, with the way her eyebrows wiggle. "Well, how about you treat me a Kupoberry dessert tomorrow! Sure will brighten me than the anti-Daemon lights are doing."

Sophiño beams back at her. In hindsight, perhaps making sweets for tomorrow's round of meals would be a great idea to liven up some spirits, despite having some of the Lucians depending on, well, spirits. "Will do! Anything for Paw-paw?"

A sad look crosses Cindy's sweet features, but still manages to let a small smile curl on her lips. "Hmm…I think the usual Tender Multi-Meat Sandwich you cooked today already does some good for Paw-Paw."

He cocks an eyebrow at Cindy, knowing that she's withholding more details; she gives in after a few seconds of being stared down. "Alright! Paw-Paw has been craving for some…Old Lestallum Prairie-Style Skewers. I'll pick them up tomorrow."

"Thank you for putting up with my sister." Sophiño says with a wink, as Cindy scoffs with a grin. "I'm sure she'll stop bothering you once she finishes the project."

"It's not too much of a bother!" Cindy rebuts with her gleaming teeth. "Paw-Paw and the rest of Hammerhead do enjoy Lorie's company, even though she's as reckless as a fifteen-year-old, as he puts it! I think he misses having a rambunctious kid inside the shop! And she's handy with the tools! So, win-win and all!"

A relieved sigh escapes Sophiño. "Alright. If you need something else before leaving? Maybe supper…?"

Cindy shakes her head and tells a "I'm good!" with a confident air.

He sighs again. "Well, I'll be out here, just…waiting."

"Oh, right." Cindy looks around and glances back at the empty caravan he drove to this spot. "Prompto did tell me the gang's coming here instead of going to camp outside Hammerhead."

Another sigh escapes him, heavier and filled with worry.

"They're awfully late. As usual!" Cindy points out light-heartedly, a way to ease his concerns.

"I know they're the Royal Retinue and all, having magical powers and been trained to handle more than any other ordinary person can chew, but…bad things happen, you know."

The sympathy that crosses her pretty face drains him a little. She sets down the boxes before approaching him and places a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I've seen these boys do their thing. They're tough! This Long Night ain't doing a number on them, not even Ignis."

The swell inside his chest felt too comforting to indulge, yet Sophiño smiles back as Cindy remains cheerful. "Yeah, you're right. The darkness didn't really do much to him, besides make him stronger."

The playful smirk that suddenly graces Cindy's lips should've been a clue, but he was too deep into his own worrisome self to realize someone was behind him. Suddenly, his sight had gone dark and his eyes can only feel the cool fingers that cover them. A familiar snicker sounds off from his right as Gladio, on his left, comes booming with a "Hey Cindy! Wanna have dinner?", in which the snickering one on the right suddenly yelled, "Hey!"

His smoother-than-silk voice comes close to his ear as a puff of warm air caresses his skin. "How dare you compliment me so? Now it's so dark, only I can get us back inside."

Sophiño can only stand there, blushing and grinning. "Well, if it's not too much trouble for you, guiding the both of us?"

His deep chuckle reverberates even through his own chest as he's pressed against his back. Sophiño can feel his lips curling into a smile. "No. It's actually an honor to hold you close, Sophi."

As Ignis pulls his hands away from his face, he whirls him around to make him face his lover. Even with his blindness, Ignis can feel it on his very skin how happy and relieved Sophiño is to see him. As he faces him, Sophiño lets out a breathy giggle as he embraces him and gazes at Ignis' face. Placing his hand on his cheek, he directs Ignis' face to his and gives him a chaste kiss on the side of his mouth. Being a few inches shorter than the Hand of the King, Sophiño leans his face upward as Ignis pulls him tighter in his arms.

"I love you, too, bro!" Lorie's voice pipes up from behind Gladio. Pulling away from the moment, Sophiño grabs his little sister's shoulders, looking very livid. Despite the same age as Prompto's, Florentine's—nicknamed Lorie—very petite stature, short, bouncy pixie cut hair and round face makes her more childlike, further heightening her carefree and youthful nature. "Yeah, yeah, I know, I went with these guys because they were offering a free ride back here! So, no! I wasn't in any danger—!"

She was cut short when Sophiño wraps his arms around her, pulling her so tightly that she's gasping to breathe. "Sophi! Can't! Breathe!"

"Oh, Lorie!" He slowly lets her go, but gives her a playful pat on the head, in which she tries to swat away.

"Well, we're all here." Ignis points out casually while he rubs his shoulder, trying to ease a painful spot there. "It had definitely been one of those longer ones that required—all our efforts."

"Come on, now, Iggy." Gladio reprimands, one hand on his hip. "It was only, like, the usual ones. We were just gone for the last ten hours."

Prompto huffs at him, disagreeing. "You mean, the usual gargantuan Daemon that was trying to devour a Cactuar King!" He complained as he keeps rotating his left arm. "NO! That was one of the most grueling ones! I can't believe that Cactuar even let us help him and his tribe of little Cactuars! Not to mention having to haul some of those cargo from Cape Caem! You were so excited to do that one just because they're a few of them having Cup Noodles!"

Cindy tips her head as she chuckles at what Prompto recalled, in which they all join in at the ridiculous, dangerous missions they just went through. Their laughter is a sharp cheery sound remaining defiant at the bleakness of their surroundings.

Cindy wipes a tear away. "I bet that Cactuar was too prickly a company for that Daemon, anyways! And speaking of Cup Noodles, me and Paw-Paw are still doing some work before hitting the sack. I'm going off now so I can enjoy one of them on our stockpile!"

"Oh, but you can have some of ours, Cindy!" Prompto offers excitedly, who was already diving for her boxes to help her. Gladio steps away, knowing this is one of Prompto's ways of making his moves around a girl he likes. "Gladio's a noodle-freak, so our caravan is actually stocked with other Cup Noodle flavors, too—"

"Ahem!" Gladio coughs in warning. "No one's taking the Beef flavored ones without my permission."

"And I can drive you back to Hammerhead myself!" Prompto cheerfully adds while flourishing his arms towards the car they used to get here. "I don't mind."

Out of kindness and worry, Sophiño steps forward to offer Cindy a meal in the caravan before she leaves. "You know, I did cook a pretty big meal inside, Cindy. My offer's still up!"

Lorie beams up at Cindy as she pulls on her arm, getting her towards the caravan without another word. Prompto's already beaming face elates even brighter as Cindy hollers. "Alright, alright! I'll spend a grand-spanking time with you guys before headin' back!"

As Prompto whoops in glee, Gladio reprimands him for being too noisy but he was ignored as Prompto continues to excitedly lead both Cindy and Lorie inside the caravan. Lacing his fingers with Ignis', Sophiño notices him grimacing as he keeps rotating his bad shoulder. "Ignis—"

"It's nothing." He reassures with a small grin. "Now, come. Let's have supper. I am quite famished."

And with that, he directs Ignis towards the caravan.

Supper had been more than delicious!

It had been thrilling, as Gladio recounted, in his perspective, how a daemon Behemoth had almost deepened its fangs on his good sword arm, before being disproven fatally with a herculean swipe of his zweinhänder at its cheek! And how Ignis, with deathly precision, had daggered the eye of the monster, long enough for Prompto to deliver a bullet through its belly!

It had been highly entertaining as Prompto showcases on his camera, phone camera and tablet camera the many antics and stillness of the wildlife on the Lucian Outlands, as well as Gladio tripping on the trail up towards a farmhouse in Cape Caem; supposedly, the cargo of Cup Noodles has alerted him and made him run too hastily the rocky hill! Blushing but a good sport, Gladio proclaims how the next hunt will be added on his Cup Noodles meal.

And it had been sweet, as Ignis presents Sophiño a moogle plushie, among the imported and salvaged supplies brought to Cape Caem, all the way from Altissia. Lorie was gifted a cactuar plushie, which she gleefully accepts and poses in front of Prompto's cameras. When Prompto signals for the couple for a photo, Ignis immediately wraps his arm around his shoulder, pulling Sophiño closer holding the plushie up, as they beam at the camera.

Gladio and Lorie had been starving, so it had been no surprise that most of the main courses had been reduced as scraps for Sable, Iris' pet cat and the one who had taken a liking for Noctis back then in Galdin Quay. With Gladio offering to deliver the last fishy morsels of Ignis' favorite, the Fisherman's Favorite Seafood Paella, and Skewered Wild Trout, another meal, to Iris as feed for Sable, Prompto wins against Gladio for getting the rest of the Peppery Daggerquill Rice. Sophiño cannot blame Prompto for wanting the rest of the sumptuous rice meal, nor for devouring it in such a manner that would make his lola* proud, and think Prompto would love a refill for being too skinny!

The legendary Memory Lane Pastry had been presented as the sweet finisher for the supper, which Sophiño intended to stir good memories, especially for the Royal Retinue. However, it had been initially met with melancholy, until Lorie took a huge bite.

"Oooh! Great job as always, bro! Love the Cleigne Bananas instead of the usual Ulwaat Berries!"

"Oh, is it now?" That brought a chuckle on Ignis' lips, surprising Sophiño. He, too, took a bit of the pastry and hums a satisfied approval, pleasing Sophiño. As he finishes savoring it, Ignis becomes ecstatic. "And you used my old recipe!"

Sophiño blushes, overjoyed. "It was already perfect. I couldn't resist."

"Huh!" Prompto's curiosity leads him to take the dessert and a bite on it. A sparkle crosses his eyes as he continues to chew. "Hmmm! This is good!"

And just like that, all their cutlery dove for the pastries to take a bite out of Ignis' old recipe. Dessert was delectable and a superb success, something Sophiño is grateful for. Ignis, Prompto, Lorie and Cindy could not stop humming and praising them in each bite! Gladio, deathly silent in his seat, savors a fourth pastry.

"Let's have a digestif!" Ignis suggests, and that was met with excitement! Prompto races inside the caravan before Sophiño could even take three steps away from his seat and produces two options. Sophiño exits with goblets in hand, in which Lorie helps him place on the table.

"Okay I got this green bottle and orange bottle!" Prompto places the bottles in front of everyone to see. Cindy whistles, while Gladio smirks. "Easy pick! We'll go for Amaro! It's been a looong day!"

"Hold on!" Cindy stops him with a cutting gesture of her hand, which picks up the green bottle. "If you need to relax after eating and from a long day of slaying, Chartreuse is the way!"

"I'm no bartender," Prompto chimes in before the argument goes overboard. "But mixing them could be good—"

"NO!" Both of them answered back, completely adamant in their points about the choice of liquor.

"Please, please!" Ignis cuts in, displeased. "Let's settle this with each one simply picking their drink without anymore disagreements! Yes?"

Both mumbling an apology, Cindy even described herself as some prideful Chocobo.

"Besides, we have plenty of glasses here." Sophiño cracks open the green bottle of Chartreuse and pour its glimmering contents on one goblet. He carefully gives it to Ignis and says, "Plenty of chances to debate which is better, peacefully."

And with that, Gladio and Lorie help themselves to the spicy and caramel Amaro, while the rest drink up on the floral and smooth Chartreuse. They did indeed tasted and compared the bottles, as well as came up with a wish-quest on going to Old Lestallum to procure some of their whiskey or brandy for the next digestif experience.

They discuss more on the great improvement of security and provisions provided for the refugees staying at the Cauthess Rest Area, as well as the biggest one on Duscae's Outland; they speak of the conditions of the importers coming in by sea, through ships braving storms and Daemons alike; they share tales of other Glaives and Hunters, of the perils Aranea Highwind and her mercenaries are hell-bent on doing; they talk about the strategies of upgrading the vehicles by salvaging more Imperial parts, or how to barter for some of the parts that had been snuck out of the kingdom of Insomnia, in which they let the tension hang around them; they joke about Cactuars, Chocobos, Cup Noodles and fishing, which, as the last laughter dies down, an unspoken unease settles around the table again.

Gazing at Ignis' forlorn expression, Sophiño couldn't help but open his mouth. "Well, not a lot can do a great job like you guys do. Especially since Iggy, here, managed to fish yesterday that trout we ate today!"

With his head perking up, Prompto's dejected expression slightly lights up as he grins. "Aww, so sweet, Sophi!"

"It's true!" Cindy chimes in with a lift of her alcoholic drink. "You guys don't just do it for Lucis, or for the Prince! You do this because we're all in this together! No matter what!"

"Hear, hear!" Lorie exclaims with a fiery glow in her eyes as she stands up from her seat and lifts her glass. She looks over at Gladio, who returns her fiery look and lifts his glass. Prompto joins in to lift his drink, "A toast! For us!"

Sophiño and Ignis complete the circle of drinks as the glasses clink together. "For Lucis!" Gladio adds enthusiastically.

"For all the things we've been through!" Cindy proclaims.

"And for love." Ignis adds with a soothing tone. "For our love, for our empathy and for our life here, we deserve it."

Their voices of triumph amplify the swelling joy and pride that threatens to burst at its seams, Sophiño can feel his heart ache because of it! The last unified clinking of glasses finishes before they tip back their drinks to drain their liquors with satisfaction and contentment.

"GROUP PHOTO!"

Prompto whips out his camera and tripod, sets it farther from where they are and configures its timer. As they pose, Prompto settles between Lorie and Cindy, while Gladio stands tall behind all of them. Before the click sound came, indicating a photo had been snapped, Ignis—who had instinctively wrapped his arm around Sophiño's waist—presses his lips against Sophiño's cheek. Beaming and blushing much further than the alcohol can provide, Sophiño presses himself tightly against Ignis' warmth.

There was a roll of thunder, then the first drops of rain came in. "Oh, good thing we done here!" Cindy exclaims as they rush to get everything inside the caravan, including Cindy's boxes. The few drops of rain quickly became a torrent as Gladio shuts the door.

Despite being a large caravan, the narrow hall and multipurpose interiors and home accessories succeeds in making it feel a bit cramped, especially with Gladio walking around. Yet the atmosphere and full stomachs lulls them all in a sense of coziness and safety. With Lorie, Cindy and Prompto looking at all the snapshots on his camera gallery while seated around the dining table in one corner, and with Gladio lounging on a Lazy-Boy, the couple goes towards the only bedroom in the caravan, the Master's.

"I've been noticing your shoulder hurts." Sophiño's voice of concern is lower, wanting to ensure their privacy. His eyes are intently gazing upon Ignis' good left shoulder as he rubs and rotates it once again. He first places the moogle plushie on top of the dresser beside the bed, then goes to the edge of the bed and pats a spot for Ignis. "Here, sit."

A hum of relief escapes Ignis' lips as he joins Sophiño on the large bed. Smoothing his hands against Ignis' left shoulder and bicep, his own long and calloused hand twines with Sophiño's. With a quirk of his lips, Ignis murmurs, "Well I could use a little massage."

Immediately obliged to do so, Sophiño settles his hands on his shoulder; Ignis, however, stops his movements. "Let me…loosen my clothes first."

The playful smirk gracing Ignis' lips is not inconspicuous. The way his long index finger even fingers the collar of his buttoned polo, slowly unbuttoning as a teasing show has Sophiño swallowing. Before he pulls off his top, however, Sophiño murmurs to him about his dark glasses and Ignis simpers. "Oh, how could I forget?"

Leaning his face to him, Sophiño carefully pulls his glasses off his face and folds it, putting it on top of the same dresser, where the plushie is. "Is it on the left side dresser?" Ignis inquires, which Sophiño answers it is.

"Alright." Ignis simpers. He had waited for Sophiño to sit again by his side; it's when he sits did Ignis smoothly pull his top off, an air of smug contentment on his face as his body lithely moves and his muscles flex for his beloved to see.

"Iggy?" The way Sophiño's tone leans towards mischief has Ignis' lips widening into a smile. "I haven't pulled the doors closed yet."

A lighthearted chuckle escapes his lover. "Oh, don't bother, Sophi."

A light slap against his left bicep earns him a mocking pained sound. "Oh, you hurt my bad shoulder!"

"I'm pulling the doors close." Sophiño informs him with a snicker as he stands up to pull the sliding door across to give themselves a room. With a click of the lock, Sophiño turns to see Ignis patting the same spot where he had sat down.

"Come."

Obliging, Sophiño takes his spot as Ignis turns his body slightly to show the left side of his back, where the pain is occuring.

Athletic, lean and sporting a few scars, Sophiño feels their texture in his palm. Smoothing and warming his skin, he prepares him for a massage. A satisfied moan escapes Ignis and he turns his head to the left as a way to show him he's doing a great job. As he starts kneading his knuckles towards his neck, he hears Ignis murmur, "harder," and Sophiño follows, feeling the muscles become pliant under his ministrations.

"Ahhh…yes, brilliant." Ignis whispers as he rotates his neck a bit. "Hmm…I swear, I'll never let Gladio's pride overestimate us again like that. It truly was…a close call."

Ignis had hesitated to say anything about what had gone down, but keeping things from the people he's close has dire consequences. He will never dare do that to his lover, but he felt disclosing too many details would send Sophiño in overdrive protective state. And as expected, he feels Sophiño's hands halt and twitch on a spot on his shoulder blade, before resuming as if he had just told them the rainy weather, minus the dire apocalyptic world beyond the beam of lights.

He said nothing, focusing instead on making Ignis comfortable again. Ignis sighs. "I hope you didn't worry too much. Or too long."

An ambiguous and nonchalant hum comes from Sophiño. "I was…just waiting. Of course I know you'd all come back."

As his knuckles worked on the knots on his sore trapezius muscle, another sigh comes out of Ignis.

"Don't worry about it. Besides, I guess it was true, what Gladio was bragging about regarding rescuing the Cactuar King." Sophiño casually tells him, as much as his voice can muster to hide any emotion; it earns him a troubled look as Ignis completely turns around, halting the massage session. Being blind, Ignis eyes distantly looks at the corner, but his whole body is turned to face him, with his hand already reaching out to clasp Sophiño's. He studies the dark slashes of scars across his eyes, marring his eyesight, but not marring how handsome his sharp, deep-set eyes are.

"Ignis." Sophiño whispers, leaning to his cheek. Ignis feels his warm breath and his head faces him exactly. His lips simper to a small, concerned smile. "I'm not done yet."

"No, we're not." Ignis whispers back before placing a peck on his lips. A smirk graces his lips again, succeeding on placing a chaste kiss despite being blind. "I'm sorry I'm always making you worried. I'm sure I would be if you were on my stead instead."

It was Sophiño's turn to sigh. "It doesn't matter who's in the other's shoe. The nights that we're in now, anytime could be our last. Who knows how long the anti-Daemon lights are going to be effective? Or what would be asked of you guys if you finally find a way to stop the apocalypse?"

At that point, Ignis places his hand on his cheek and leans his forehead on his. Sophiño continues, his tone revealing his tender heart. "Even with me understanding what it is to lead the Royal House and the responsibilities that come with it, I know I can't stop any of you from trying. All I need is that I live long enough for anyone I love to know that there's a place for them in the darkness. That I'll be waiting for anyone. And that they, too, can stay as long as they want, until they're ready to face the darkness again. They don't need to rush anything. I don't want them to think it's their fault or their only thing that makes them who they are."

A dry laugh escapes Sophiño as he shakes his head. "Sorry, I'm just…rambling. I just want you to know you don't need to worry about me. This is home, whether here on Lucis or anywhere else on this world, and it'll always be ready for anyone of you to return anytime, and live as long as we can."

He watches Ignis close his eyes, as if in prayer, and his nostrils flare to take in more air. He finds himself doing the same, breathing deeply, taking a whiff of that subtle rugged scent from Ignis' bare skin; when they exhale, Sophiño sees a tear roll down his cheek and he couldn't help but feel his own mist his eyes.

"I wish I can see your face again—"

"Ignis!"

The way he shakes his head and huffed a breath of air is almost out of anger, but as his long fingers softly trace along the skin and features of Sophiño's face—the contours of his cheeks, his jawline, his slender nose and his mouth with a fuller lower lip—Sophiño realizes it to be desperation.

"I'm truly sorry." Ignis murmurs so low, as if the very land itself weeps of the Long Night. "I promise, someday, you and I won't have to be separated. We will find a way to stop the darkness. You'll see how beautiful Lucis is again. And you won't have to keep your promise for too long."

"I love you, Ignis." Sophiño declares softly, soothingly. And despite their emotions, Sophiño beams at his lover—his warrior, his companion, his light—and even giggles. "And what the heck are you talking about? I can keep my promise even after the Long Night's ended! Besides, this caravan is as good a shelter as any! I'll drive it out there in the middle of nowhere and burn a Daemon with the headlights, if I have to rescue you and the boys!"

A chortle escapes Ignis as he places both his hands on his cheek, his tears drying. "You do have a knack for being territorial. The Adamantoise would be frightened!" His tone becomes cheerful, if not a bit impish. "Niflheim should've looked into making a better treaty with Tenebraeans, instead of conquering it."

"Oh please!" Sophiño mocks dryly with a lazy gesture of his hand. "You think it's a good idea to elect Tenebraeans to become Niflheim officials? We would've sabotaged it from the inside!"

"See! That's why!" With that exclamation, Ignis wraps his arms around his torso and pulls him into the mattress, their bodies bouncing and their laughter playful. Twined in each other's arms, Sophiño finds his hand smoothing his hair, his sand-colored hair still a bit fluffy despite the long day's work. His other hand, however, is placed on his bare chest, warm and pulsing with his hammering heart.

"I love you, too, Sophi." Ignis murmurs as he, too, smoothens his digits across his wavy brown locks. He finds himself involuntarily leaning to his touch and Ignis beams at the way the strands of Sophiño's hair feel velvety at the palm of his hand. "And I wish we could evacuate everyone off this caravan right now."

That earns him another playful slap against his bare chest, but Ignis merely laughs at it. "Come on, now. It's raining hard outside!"

Ignis cocks an eyebrow at him, but soon gives in to the reality. "I was wishfully thinking. I'm sorry. I've not had a time with you in a long while."

And just like that, Ignis' hands slowly travels across his chest, stomach and back, teasingly igniting his ticklish side, as well as implying a more risqué idea. And yet, despite his body language, Ignis doesn't persist nor does he ask. The mere act of touching his body softly and even kneading his back, a way to return his massage on his shoulder, are the simple pleasures Ignis is content to give.

He watches him, observing his glassy-eyed contentment in roving his fingers across his clothed body, his lips quirking in a smile. Sophiño pulls him close, wanting him to know how good his touches make him; he kisses him deeply, letting a small lick come across Ignis' lip as permission. It doesn't take him too long to pull on him and lick his lips back, and soon their little smooches involved heavier petting, nails raking and their legs competing to twine around the other's as their hips grind.

No matter how quiet they thought they were doing it, overall, the activity doesn't escape receptive ears, especially as the entourage's own activity has ceased to a relaxed quietude. This led to Prompto and Lorie perking in their seats as they can hear the telltale sound of smacking lips. Snickering, the two troublemakers initially wanted to prank the lovers, but Gladio had gestured at them severely as he approached the door.

Cindy, already blushing, insists on leaving, to which the rest of them have agreed that they all should leave.

Their kisses stop as there is a knock on the door and a very cognizant Gladiolus. Quickly stopping mid-activity, in which Ignis' hand has reached at the very junction of Sophiño's posterior inside his pants, embarrassment quickly flushes them pink, frozen within their hot embrace.

His rumbling voice echoes behind the shut door. "Look, gentlemen, we're heading back to the Hammerhead, since Cindy's still gonna need to repair things back in her shop."

"Yeah, rain's slowing down!" Prompto chirps. "Lorie's coming with. She says we can stay at the apartment place you two have had since…well, since Insomnia fell. So! Hope that's okay!"

"Yeah, it's fine!" Sophiño yells, hoping his embarrassment isn't showing through his voice. Ignis, however, is looking smug. Sophiño wanted to mentally kick himself for getting too distracted to realize they weren't completely being discreet. "Bring the umbrellas! Be careful!"

"See ya, bro!" Lorie yells excitedly. "Use protection!"

Ignis chuckles as Sophiño groans, but he immediately has a comeback. "Flush the toilet before leaving! You have guests!"

A loud THUD hits against the sliding door, rattling it even. Whatever Lorie has thrown, Sophiño can clean it up the next day. As the last of the footsteps leave the front door of the caravan, it swings close and the sound of its lock sounds off; Ignis then lets out a chuckle.

"Ah, finally." He then wraps his arms around his lover and intends to continue their kisses, in hopes to proceed to something much more erotic. But the firm palms against his bare chest told him otherwise and he loosens them immediately.

"I'd love to, Iggy," Sophiño's voice is soft and quite like a lullaby, as his hand brushes his hair at the back of his head, lulling him further. "But…well, we have a long day tomorrow."

One last kiss and they separate, with Ignis beaming at him. "Understandable."

He feels his lover leaving the mattress and moving around their bed. The smooth sound of clothes being picked up from the other end of the king-sized bed indicates that Sophiño has taken his polo shirt. "I'll take a shower. Wanna come with?"

With a content hum, Ignis leaves the bed as well. Together, inside the shower room, their warm nude bodies twine once again, reveling on the feel of warm water against their skin and their appreciative touches for the other.

Dry, comfortable and ready to sleep, they slip on pajamas and make their way inside the thick duvet. Encircling his arms around Ignis, Sophiño lays his head on his chest before drifting to sleep.

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*Lola means grandmother in Tagalog. In my lore for my OCs, they're a different Tenebraean ethnicity and culture, but still adhere to and revere the Royal Tenebraean family.

To clarify, I personally don't know if there are LGBTQA+ characters in Final Fantasy XV, whether it's Ignis, or any other character. If not, it's of no consequence to me. This is just a headcanon and a way for me to character-build another OC.

I plan on writing the full story between IgnisxOC's first meeting, which was actually pre-written before this, but it had so many chapters, so I went with this one first.