Since I've found no particularly interesting prompts in the lists, can we invent them on our own? For example, can I ask for a drabble (Ignis x Fem!Reader possibly) with the starter "I don't fucking care about your scars. And you can even tell me to leave but I'll stay by your side because I fucking care too much and I can't fucking live without you"? (Is it too long? :'D)
A/N: It istotally fine, dear. I will do something with this but I might remove some ofthe F bombs as even I don’t get the passionate when I swear like it’s my nativelanguage. x’D Sorry for the wait, and enjoy~
Rated: SFW (Justhinted nudity because of a bath scene)
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Ignis was still so new to losing his sight, and while he hadput on the bravest front he could manage in front of his friends, it wascompletely different when he was around you; especially, after the disappearance ofNoctis and the gradual separation of him and his friends. You wanted to help.You wanted to be beside him during such a difficult time, but even the advisorseemed to be a lot more stubborn than you thought he was and did his best tomanage on his own.
Hearing Ignis’ phone alarm go off one morning made yougrumble on instinct but in haste, you reacted by waking up a bit speedier thanhim. “Ignis?”
“Mm?” he mumbled, fondling delicately on the nearbynightstand to make sense of where his phone was to try and silence it before botheringto sit upright and prepare for the day.
“Why are you getting up so early?” you asked, moving to yourfeet to rush to the other side of the bed just in case he needed assistance.
You watched as Ignis turned his feet to the floor, his toesflexing just a bit to adjust to the carpeted flooring before moving his handabout in the darkness for his walking cane he still had with him. Grabbing itbefore him, you ushered it into his grasp before stepping back to let him seeabout figuring out the rest without your help.
“Thank you,” he said in a neutral sort of appreciation, apart of him (perhaps) wishing to have found that on his own. His hands fondledfor his glasses next, locating them with ease in time and putting them to reston the slope of his nose as he found some relief in having his scars hidden aswell as his disability to a degree. “I am heading out to the beachmomentarily.” A somber sigh passed his lips in the chill of the morning air. “Iam going to fish for our dinner this evening.”
“Fishing?” You had never seen or heard him do something suchas that even as the two of you were renting out a space in Galdin Quay for thetime being, having been misplaced from Insomnia after its fall. “Are you…sureabout doing that?” Stepping away from the bed as Ignis rose, you had found themoment to bundle up his folded clothes in your arms before handing them to him.
Ignis sighed with minor exasperation as his fingers took tohis attire for the day. “What did I tell you, Y/N, about my clothing? Just—!” Hepaused, biting back the upset and bitterness in his tone. “—Please,for me…” His tone settled after the stressful plea and you found yourselfrelaxing. “…do not retrieve my clothing unless I ask for the assistance.”
You looked downward at the floor with your hands bundlednear your chest. “I am…sorry.” A part of you hated you had to apologizeanyways. You were only trying to help. Why was it such a crime?
Even the Hand of the King needed to know when to ask for aidsometime.
All you could do was accompany Ignis when it dealt withfishing. Honestly, you couldn’t say much when it came to the pastime as it wasas simple as feeling a tug on the line and reeling it in by way of knowing andsometimes luck. Besides, this was probably the one time you didn’t want todisrupt Ignis as you understood why he was even bothering to fish given thesudden disappearance of his friend who he considered a brother.
When early evening came, you stayed beside him as heattempted to prepare the food. He didn’t require much help, but you still didyour best to gently urge food closer to him if he appeared to be struggling inlocating it on the kitchen table. There wasn’t much to say, and it was odd…theman you used to find yourself talking to and enjoying in the lighthearted companyof had turned to what felt like somber, bitter silence.
Inwardly, you tried not to take it personally but you wantedthat happiness back in your life somehow.
The meager and gentle scrape of the fork upon the dishserved you was weak and heavy with thought. Mind as serious as it was, youcouldn’t even bring yourself to eat with the fervor you used to when it dealtwith Ignis’ cooking.
“Something wrong?” Ignis asked, taking note of your sluggishpace.
You forced a smile but it slowly disappeared when yourealized it wouldn’t matter in the end if you did or not as Ignis couldn’t seeit. “No, my mind just wanders. The food is delicious as always.” Ignoring itfor the time being, you sampled the drink next to try and enjoy with what youhad as there were growing rumors that certain produce wouldn’t be able to lastmuch longer with the dying light and some products would become all but amemory in time till things improved. Who knew what would become a valuablecommodity and what wouldn’t. People could only speculate. “You haven’t lostyour touch there.”
Ignis’ misty stare gazed upon you neutrally before he wentback to his meal. “Glad to hear it.” The comment sounded more as just a meansto thank for an expected response. It held no life to it and it weighed heavilyupon your heart yet again wishing there was something you could do to help him.
When Ignis wanted to wash up for bed, you reluctantly lethim do so on his own. Given time to yourself in the bedroom you both had rentedout in Galdin, you brought your knees to your chest and silently mourned thedeath of your once happy relationship round you. Could the both of you even getthrough this? Ignis was so intent to push you away that it was painful, but youfelt you had no right to tell him as he was already suffering the worst of youboth. The world dying around you was frightening on its own but this was justas horrifying if not leaving the worst pain in your chest.
What snapped you to your senses was the sound of Ignisapparently tripping over something and hurting himself in the bathroom. Theheavy thud muffled on the other side of the entryway sounded painful. Jumpingto your feet, you ran to the door and let yourself in regardless of thecircumstances.
“Ignis?” you called, seeing him lying there naked on thefloor’s tile. His knee was red and cut from apparently hitting the glasscubical the shower was encased within. Panicking at the sight of the blood, youdidn’t even care to take in the sights of scarring that had appeared over therest of him after his time in Altissia.
Just seeing him there lying on the ground hurt like a childthat had been accidentally clumsy tore at your heart.
“Ignis!” you panicked, kneeling to his side after grabbing atowel to try and dab at the wound he caused just trying to get to the tub hehad filled. “Are you alright—!”
“G-Get out of here, Y/N…!” Ignis demanded, trying to usheryou away with a gentle push of your nearest shoulder. “I don’t want you seeingme like this!”
You knew he didn’t mean the nudity per se…it was the fact hewas so scarred and in need of more help than he could even offer you that wasso damning about the sight. Even the several weeks you had been together afterhis return from Gralea had him very distant and not once could you say you wereallowed to be intimate with him.
Frowning at his behavior, you shook your head indetermination. If one of you had to be strong in this collapse of your emotionsfor one another, then you would do your best. “I am not leaving you! You cutyour knee, and I need to make sure it’s not that bad; then I will help you intothe bath.”
“Y/N, please do not excite my anger—get out of here as Iasked!” Ignis ordered a bit more firmly that time through a small hiss of pain.“I will be fine!”
You refused once more, keeping the pressure applied to hisinjury. “Why!” you shouted in an equally frustrated tone. “Why are you doingthis to yourself—why are you doing this to us?”
Ignis’ lips parted, struggling to find an answer. “I…” Hiseyes closed tightly, ashamed to even respond it seemed. “…I was always the oneto watch over and care for you. I do not know how long you’ll need to bepredisposed to my needs, Y/N…” The mere slip of those words made his teethclench and his lower lip visibly quiver, hating to admit defeat in it all.
The tears that you saw creep from his eyes made you worry aslast time he cried he admitted it was painful to as the damage done to hissight caused a fiery, uncomfortable sensation whenever he dared to express theemotion. “Shhh, shhh,” you whispered, trying to dry his eyes to the best ofyour ability as you noticed the agony of his past decisions was still very muchthere and causing him harm. “Listen to me…” you pleaded, resting your foreheadagainst his as you did your best to blanket his body with your own. I don’t careabout your scars, alright?” Your thumb gently touched upon the seared flesh ofhis left eye. “You can even tell me to leave, but I’ll stay by your side nomatter what because I fucking care too much, and…I can’t live without you…”
Ignis’ eyes closed and he moved his lower lip inward withregret. “I am sorry for causing you harm, Y/N,” he whispered in emotionaldistress that was nearly lost in his rasping breath of sorrow.
Yet again, you kindly shushed him to try and silence his distress.“Stop being so prideful, and let me help you. No matter what you look like orwhat befalls us both, I’ll never stop loving you, Iggy.” Taking back to hisknee, you continued to dab at it till taking to your feet as you knew youneeded a bandage at least and something to clean it. “You’ve taken care of mefor years now, so let me return the favor for once.” Feeling like a weightlifted off of you, you sighed with reprieve. “I’ll return in a moment to cleanthe wound. Keep the towel on there. I need to get some things to bandage andclean that up; then I’ll help you with bathing just a bit if you want me to?”
“Of course,” Ignis responded, doing his best to accept yourhelp this time and not biting back as he had been.
“This is… this is somewhere I never imagined I’d be.”
A/N: I wanted to do something for some people this Holiday season, so I wrote a drabble with their bias. The premise of the shenanigans are:
I picked a winter/cold/christmas theme, and a random prompt off a huge list, and tried my best to keep them sort. Key word is TRIED. =p
This one is for Blossy of @blossattic - So, Miss C - here’s the incoming retaliation to your amazing gift I warned you about. =3 I hope you like it Doll. Merry Christmas! ♥
Prompt: “This is… this is somewhere I never imagined I’d be.”
Characters: Blind!Ignis x Reader
Word Count: 674
“And, there.” You said with a smile as you gently wiped your hands on your jeans as you got back to your feet. You chuckled and crossed your arms, nodding once at the finishing touches you had put on your decorating.
“Everything alright Darling?”
Your head snapped in Ignis’ direction and you smiled as he wandered in from the kitchen, a plate of snacks in his hand. You watched him as he deftly navigated your home, before setting the plate down on the coffee table before you hummed.
“Well, almost.” you said with a soft laugh. “At least my decorating is done.”
“I bet it looks splendid.”
You hummed softly and moved closer to him, his milky green eye flicking in your direction behind that darkened visor. You gently reached out to him and took his hand in yours, squeezing it gently as you lead him closer to the couch.
“Would you like me to describe it to you?”
He stopped short a moment, causing you to pause and blink up at him.
“Yes, actually, I would quite like that.”
With a gentle laugh you squeezed his hand again before you stepped closer to him, gently linking your arm with his. You described everything. How the room seemed to glow softly with all the twinkling lights. The small village you had set up on the mantle, and all the bright presents that you had nestled under the tree. You bent down a little, grabbing a small remote from the coffee table and with the press of a button the room was filled with soft instrumental christmas music.
You watched the corner of his mouth turn up in a smile as you turned and grasped his hands, placing one at your hip, and the other in your opposite hand. You couldn’t help but chuckle as his brows rose almost to his hairline before you hummed to him softly.
“Will you dance with me, Ignis?”
You watched him blink that unseeing eye once, before that smile returned to his features after his moment of surprise. He stepped closer to you, encircling your waist with his arm as he dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
“I would be delighted.”
You let him lead, your body’s slowly swaying and growing ever closer till you rested your head against his chest. You let your eyes flutter shut as you breathed him in - the smell of ebony, musk and leather - all of it distinctly Ignis. You felt him chuckle more than heard it and lifted your head.
“What is it?”
“This…” he paused, his movements with you coming to a stop.
You blinked up at him. “Ignis?”
You watched him release your hand to let himself reach up and remove that dark visor to which he held out to you. Tilting your head curiously before you gently took them from his fingers, moving away just enough to rest them on the coffee table nearby. When you turned back, he had his hand extended for you, which you gently took, and he pulled you gently but flush up against him, causing you to gasp softly.
He chuckled again, and gently dipped his head, pressing another kiss to your forehead before he dipped his head further and placed a butterfly kiss to each of your cheeks then the tip of your nose which caused you to wrinkle it up and giggle softly. His hand rose from your hip, and he gently cupped your cheek.
“This is… this is somewhere I never imagined I’d be.” he paused and took a deep breath. “I never imagined I’d have someone so beautiful at my side, with all that has happened, to share the holidays with me in a home where I feel safe, and at peace.”
He smirked lightly at the sudden intake of your breath as he dipped his head again, brushing his nose against your own, only to feel you smile as he brushed his lips against your own and spoke softly.
I’m almost done with it and hope to post the whole thing next week.
With Noct in Crystal sleep, Eos fell into darkness. The remaining three members of the king’s entourage returned to Lestallum heavy with emotion. Finally reuniting with (Y/N) and seeing him in his current state, all she could do was hold him in a silent embrace, not shedding a single tear.
The only words she uttered were, “You endured and none the worse for wear.”
After giving them some time to settle down, she mustered up the courage to ask about their trip to Gralea one evening over food and beer. The three gave as much information to her as they could before emotions took over the moment scumbag Ardyn was mentioned. Swallowing the weighty lump in her throat, (Y/N) was reluctant to ask about her parents’ whereabouts.
She had to know for closure.
Her pulse could be felt beating from her throat upon inquiring, followed with a rush of blood to her head as her stomach dropped down to Ifrit’s layer: there were no signs of life found within Niflheim and could only assume their souls and minds were transferred to an MT that’s gone rogue. (Y/N)’s breath quickened as her body shook from mixed emotions of shock and rage. As much as she despised her parents, they were still family. After working through all of her thoughts and feelings, all she was left with was pity; pity over her family’s desperation for influence and power, the fruits of their labor were all for naught from one simple, yet terrible decision.
I've been playing a lot of the FFXV Comrades expansion, and need some Ignis love. So #17, please?
A/N: Sure thing,hon! C: And yes, I’ve been playing it when I can. XD; I will use the DLC as anidea of sorts, so expect blind Ignis.
17. “Is that my shirt?”
Rated: SFW
Warnings: None
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It was the only thing left that you had from him—a button upcrownsguard shirt Ignis wore often. Ever since the sudden news of Noctis’disappearance, you became worried of what had happened to Ignis and the others.You were already fearful after the death of the Oracle, knowing he was there,but what had become of him and the others…you didn’t rightly know after thatfact.
The news kept everything ambiguous and the only person theywould focus on was the King himself, saying he was ‘dead’. At times when suchnewscasts went by on the radio, you grabbed onto the device, shaking it asthough it were a physical person, and just screamed in anguish, begging intears for some invisible force to tell you more about Ignis and the others, butno such ears listened to your request.
The days and nights you went by without so much as a messagefrom the man you loved, your anxiety grew worse and worse. Normally, he sent atext or left a voicemail if you didn’t get to your phone in time. There wererare moments where you could talk on the phone with him before he slept, and now,it was uncomfortable silence.
Embracing yourself and bringing his shirt closer to yourbody, you tried to close your eyes and pretend it was him embracing you. Thesmell of the man you adored very much lingered on the fabric, making tears bluryour vision as you remained in the last standing bastion of light, Lestallum. “Please,please, please,” your quivering words pleaded in the silence of the room youtook as yours. “…Please be okay, Ignis…”
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You kept yourself busy trying to maintain the food suppliesno matter how much it hurt your heart to do so. It was advised that everybodylearned to handle a weapon of some sort, so when given the chance, you took totraining like every other survivor who willingly accepted the challenge of maintaininga weapon. However, you did it with the idea of revenge on those who may havedamned this world…who may have taken Ignis from you as well.
You heard enough rumors to know what beast you would makeyour final target if that were to be the case.
However, the strength to continue on with even simple taskswas a challenge with Ignis’ memory still in your mind and weighing on yourheart. Tears and fits of sadness would overwhelm you to the point of falling toyour hands and knees, sobbing uncontrollably. “Why…?” you found yourself askingwhen trying to train with the katana you were given as a starter weapon. “Whydid this have to happen?” Heart thumping a painful rhythm in your chest, you grabbedonto Ignis’ shirt that you wore thinking for a mere moment you were sufferingfrom a heart attack seeing as the miserable stabbing sensation was so intense.
As you thought to lie there on the floor in your own misery,you overheard a sudden commotion arise amongst the workers and townsfolk.
Someone was coming…a group of sorts. Slowly, you rose toyour feet (no matter how much in emotional distress you were in), and took todrying your tears when you listened a bit further to the hurried and rushedvoices that spoke of the news.
It was a flurry of commotion and with the disorienting,emotional pain crippling, you almost didn’t catch onto the fact it could beanyone of importance until Cindy commented about the boys and relieved Igniswas alive and well with the others after the calamity that befell Altissia.
“I-Ignis?” you gasped, a risen choking hold of hope risingwithin you as you hurried in the direction of Lestallum they were said to beentering from. Oh, by the Gods…please,Ignis! Be alive! Please be alright! you pleaded mentally, tears streamingdown your cheeks as you ran to the front of the city where it had been blockedoff to create an entryway and exit that was easy to maintain without the worryof daemons coming in.
The mist of the morning was a bit thick, but as you camecloser to where everyone was saying the boys were, you witnessed Ignis indeedcoming into view through the fog with Prompto and Gladiolus beside him.
“Ignis!” you yelled without restraint, dropping your weaponon the floor without a care on the matter as you outstretched your arms inhopes to hold him before this beautiful dream could possibly turn intosomething as cold as that—a mere hallucination on your part.
His head rose at the sound of your voice, turning a bitawkwardly not all in your direction when you spoke. “(Y/N)?” he called backeagerly, turning on his heels and hurrying to the sound of your voice. When youshouted his name again, Ignis ran right for you with his own hand outstretchedto meet you. “(Y/N)!”
Finally, your face was able to bury against Ignis’ chestonce more. You were able to feel his warmth as he embraced you, experience him breathea heavy sigh of relief as his chest rose and fell from the act with his fingersintertwining within the strands of your hair once more. “Thank the Astralsyou’re alive…!” you sobbed, fingers curling against the fabric of his attirethat was grimy from the days and nights he had gone merely traveling withoutbeing able to stop to wash them. “I thought you were dead…!”
You heard and felt him sigh again—a sigh of regret, perhaps,for putting you through that hell. “I’m sorry, darling…I just…” Ignis stalled,fearing the worse, it seemed.
“Wh-What?” you hiccupped, pulling back with your sadnessturning into a mixture of anger and resentment for his actions. “Why didn’t youcontact me! I was worried sick about you!” In the heat of the moment, youwanted answers. There was no excuse he could properly give you to say why hewas so silent.
His lips thinned and at that moment, you noticed a mark uponthem that wasn’t there before. His fingers moving to his glasses—darker inshade than the last pair he wore—the advisor to the throne removed them beforeslowly opening the one eye that he could to make it obvious that he had beenblinded.
“By the Gods,” you breathed, a shivering inhale apparent onthe air as you tried to reach for his face but your fingers recoiled.“Ignis…what happened!”
He spared the details as he bowed his head in shame. “Ididn’t want you to see me as this, (Y/N). A man blinded and to become a burdento you with his imperfections…”
Your hands moved without restraint that time, urging hisface closer to your own where your lips touched upon the scarred mark acrosshis left eye, causing the wounded eye to flutter open at the act. “You neverwere a burden to me, Ignis, and even now I just…” Again, you struggled to keepyour emotions under control, your body shaking and your knees threatening togive out at him just being there even if battle worn. “You’re a fool to think Iwould care of you looking as this or being as this!” Your fingertips touchedthe outer, ragged design that seared his flesh. “I just want you alive!”
“Well, I am,” Ignis responded and, for a moment, you saw himsmile. His fingertips continued to grace the clothing you wore, his smile goingback to neutral as he recognized what you wore given the pattern against hisfingertips and the feel of the texture against his touch. “Is that… Is that myshirt?”
A blush reddened your cheeks at his words, noticing he couldsee a lot more than he truly let on. “It is,” you answered. “It was one of thethings of you I had, and it was what I wore day in and day out to keep youclose to me.”
Ignis managed to stifle a laugh. “Come now, (Y/N), I am surePrompto sent you many pictures of me, or so I can assume given what he toldme.”
“Well, yes, but this was more tangible for the time being.” Sighingout the remainder of your upset, you fell back into an embrace with him. “Butthis…this is far better.”
