Ignis looks damn fine in that leather suit but how the hell did he get in that thing?

hypaalicious:

“You lost the bet, Specs. It’s not our fault.”

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, but I’m certain you would have found an excuse to put me in this contraption in any case.”

Prompto giggled from the other side of the room, fitting his camera up to his face and taking a few shots of the disgruntled strategist. “Well… you look good in it, Iggy. Honestly. Neither Noct nor I could pull it off.”

“I doubt that I can remove this without help and a few shears,” Ignis retorted, sucking in his breath as Gladio tightened the laces near the small of his back. The outfit fit him like the second skin that it was, and he wondered which Astral was to blame for specifically singling him out for this unique form of humiliation. It was likely the same one that brought a flush to his cheeks every time Gladio “accidentally” brushed against his ass, and maybe also screwed up the part of his brain that would normally be fighting tooth and nail at this.

“But you got a butt now,” Gladio praised, continuing his progress. Having helped Iris in a few fancy dresses meant that doing this task was easy. But unlike with his sister, he found his amber eyes traveling the figure Ignis had in the skintight suit and wondering if he always had those lithe curves or if it was the way the light was hitting him.

“Are you quite finished?” Ignis pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose irritably, folding his arms and wincing at the squeak the patent leather made. “I’d like to get this over with.”

Putting the finishing touches on the laces, Gladio gave the strategist a clap on the back before stepping back. Noct opened the door they were facing, revealing a full length mirror on the inside of the closet, and Ignis’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull at the view.

“… my word.” A faint pink tinge crawled up his neck. “This is insanely impractical.”

“But insanely hot. Here,” Noct walked up and placed the police hat on his head, grinning. Ignis fussed with it, not liking anything covering up his hair. That was… until he noticed the other boys staring at him with barely concealed hunger. Just like that, his heart rate kicked up a few notches, and he pulled the bill of the hat down to cover his eyes as he coughed awkwardly. It wasn’t hard to realize why they all insisted that he wear it.

And if he was being honest with himself, he also knew why he agreed to it in the first place.

“Well. Shall we?” Ignis took all the carefully acquired decorum a man like him naturally possessed and walked towards the door to the room as if it was just a normal Tuesday. “Which one of you will have the sewing kit ready once I turn too quickly to apprehend a daemon and cause my knickers to split in an instant?”

“Uh… well, I can’t sew…” Prompto said sheepishly.

“So I guess you’ll just have to trust us to cover you,” Gladio folded his arms and winked.

None of it was terribly reassuring to Ignis, but what else could he do but see it through?