Rambling Into the Abyss

Fandom:  Final Fantasy XV
Characters:  Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Gladio Amicitia. Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, Ardyn Izunia, Nyx Ulric, Crowe Altius, Libertus Ostium. Regis Lucis Caelum, Carbuncle, various astrals. A few other cameos.
Pairings: Noctis/Ignis/Prompto/Gladio, Noctis/Luna, Noct/Luna/Ignis/Prompto/Gladio, Noct/Luna/Nyx, a giant clusterfuck of an implied polyship, and implied Ardyn/Prompto
Chapter Rating:  PG-13 
Warnings: Anxiety, panic attacks, possession, dimension-hopping, mild suicidal ideation, blindness, canon disabled character, implied kidnapping, polyshipping if you couldn’t tell.
Word count: 21,734
Notes:  …So I wrote a sequel to If the Ring Fits. It took… a while. And it’s over twice as long. I got a little carried away. But I’m actually pretty proud of it.
Once again, basically every AU presented has had way too much thought put into it and some of them might be expanded upon later.
Some of the AUs here also showed up in ItRF, but I’m not gonna explain that here. Either you figure that out or come ask and I can explain things in way too much detail.

previously: If the Ring Fits

 

Noctis stared at the ceiling of the hotel room, the room dark enough that he couldn’t make out any of the details. To his left, Ignis was all but wrapped around him, their legs tangled, one of Ignis’s hands fisted loosely in the fabric of Noctis’s shirt. To his right, Prompto curled up against his side, one arm tossed over both him and Ignis, as if to hold them close and keep them safe at the same time, the fingers of his other hand threaded through Noctis’s hair. Gladio slept on the other side of the bed, his back to the three of them.

Noctis couldn’t sleep. It was such a strange thought. Part of him wanted to get up—to try to walk off the excess energy buzzing through his veins—but another part of him was wary to move. Ignis had never been a heavy sleeper and Prompto slept so much lighter than he used to, always waking up with a start like he expected to be somewhere else. 

So Noctis stared at the ceiling for another half hour, trying to will himself to fall asleep, until boredom finally won out and he began the careful process of extricating himself from the tangle of arms and legs. 

Ignis made an agitated noise and his hand tightened against Noctis’s chest. He buried his face further against Noctis’s shoulder, only to jerk awake with a pained hiss. 

“Noct?” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “What’s wrong?"