summary: Ignis was looking at the Royal Vessel when something more interesting takes ahold of his attention. He hopes it doesn’t doom him for the future.
The boys could hardly believe it, they were finally able to make it to Altissia. Across the sea where the city awaits them and Noctis’ lovely fiancé as they like to tease him about it. However, they would set sail in the morning. Taking the Royal vessel to the magnificent city, with the sun rising and showing just some of the true wonders that Altissia has to offer. It’ll have to wait though, for they rest scattered about Cape Caem, waiting for exhaustion to take them.
Ignis, in particular, was down by the boat, examining and admiring the beautiful boat that she was. Checking more out of curiosity than anything else, but something quickly catches his attention. A splash of water is heard on the opposite side of the boat and he fears he may have knocked something over. He quickly checks and peers overboard to see the faint shimmer of something moving swiftly through the water. He thinks it’s one of the glowing barrel fish he has seen Noctis catch on late nights.
Ignis hears another splash of water, this time towards the bow of the boat. His brows furrow as he follows the sound, once again just managing to see a glow. Ignis hums, confirming his suspicions that the cause of the noise is just a barrel fish. Nevertheless, his thoughts were quickly thrown out when there was a louder and bigger splashing coming from behind him. It sounds like thrashing and Ignis is quick to move.
Before he can call out anything, he’s taken by surprise. A young woman, a glowing young woman is trying to climb onto the boat. No, a glowing young woman with a tail is trying to climb onto the boat. Ignis blinked slowly in shock, the gears in his head were trying to turn to make sense of the situation, but he couldn’t figure anything out. All he could do is watch in awe as she managed to pull herself up about halfway up the stairs before looking up at him, eyes going wide.
She had long hair glowing from the roots which faded out along the length of her hair. Turquoise glowing markings shaped her face which trailed down to her arms and webbed hands. Her tail glowed brightly showing the true beauty of her fin, frills trailing from her waist to the edge of her fin. They gave off a dim glow as her fin was large with glowing spots along it. She was pretty, heavenly even.
“What are you…?” She spoke. Catching him off guard. She spoke in such a heavy accent he could barely understand her, never mind place where the accent was from.
“W-what am I…?” Ignis echoed, surely not with enough class as he would like to admit. She continues to look at him. Tilting her head to the side ever so slightly. Ignis admits to himself that the way she looks at him does unsettle him but it’s also a familiar gaze. He doesn’t know why and he isn’t sure if he should be comforted by that, but he answers her question, odd as it is. “I am human. What are you?”
She stays silent and tilts her head the other way, slowly. Ignis is left in the dark about her intention. He isn’t sure what to do exactly. To help her or not. Would it insult her or no? He is filled with many questions.
“Sirenă.” She says it with confidence, and he knows she speaks a language that isn’t his.
“Siren?” Ignis echoes once again and his brain goes into overload. “You’re a siren? Like those stories we tell children about, where the mermaid is a woman of the sea and that there’s an entire city of them at the bottom of the ocean.” The siren blinks once and sighs.
“Sirena de mare adăncime.” The look in her eyes changes as she tries to settle herself onto the stairs on the edge of the boat. “Deep sea… siren. Different than, other sirenă.” She fixes herself, sitting now on the stairs as she stares up at Ignis. Curious and calm, clearly not sensing any danger from the blonde. Ignis, on the other hand, isn’t quite sure how to feel.
“I see, sorry for the mistake then.” There’s another tilt with her head and this time he catches sight of the gills on her neck. It’s another thing upon another and Ignis is forced to accept his reality that he is meeting a real mermaid, or siren as she labels herself so.
“What is your name…?” She speaks slower, perhaps easier for her but he’s glad either way. He can hear her better this way.
“Ignis Scientia.” Ignis, in turn, says his name slowly. The siren gives a little smile.
“Fire… Science… your name has… funny meaning.” Her smile only grows bigger at Ignis’s dumbfounded look. “I am Y/N L/N, I wanted… to be on ship one last time before… you take for good.”
“Y/N is a beautiful name. It’s a pleasure to meet one such as yourself. What makes you think we are taking the boat for good?” Ignis replies, confused. For all his knowledge is that the boat was kept here the entire time, except for when the king had taken it out for his adventures.
“You go adventure to pretty place. Just like the young King.” Y/N said and Ignis thinks of Noctis but knows he isn’t king yet. He wonders whom she could be talking about before it realizes that Y/N was talking about the late king, Noctis’ father. “Is the young King with you?”
“No, but his son is.”
“Ah, I see.” There was a sadness that had washed over her. “I promised I would… bring gift for son… but I don’t have with me.”
“It is quite alright, I’m sure the sentiment is there. I’ll tell the prince.” Ignis says it but Y/N is quick to react.
“NO!” Y/N shout was loud, echoing through the cave. “My living… no, existence… must be secret. There are bad people…”
“I understand.” Ignis wishes for a moment that he didn’t. Sadness washes over him, he wonders for a moment, how many sirens were there that lived down at the ocean floor. He wondered if there truly was a difference between sirens and mermaids like you had said. “However, the ship will be returning.”
“Then I wait for its return…” Y/N smiles but also trails off, looking at Ignis for a long while before speaking again. “And for yours.” Ignis is surprised by the comment, flustered as his cheeks burn.
“Mine? We’ve only known each other for a few moments.”
“Which makes the next encounter, all the more fun.” There’s a glimmer in Y/N’s eyes and Ignis isn’t sure what it means. “I’ll teach you about me, and you teach me about you. Simple.” Y/N reaches her hand out, almost as if she’s sealing the deal. Ignis nods, however, stays rooted to where he is. Y/N pouts, hand falling back to her side but it doesn’t dissuade her. Deciding to change tactics.
“…Let’s play a little game,” Y/N starts to sing and Ignis is immediately taken in, but still has his wits about it. “just between you and I. Obviously physical~” Her singing is mesmerizing and Ignis can’t help but want to get closer. Nevertheless, he doesn’t want to get closer, something isn’t right. The shine behind her eyes holds much more than the curiosity she had earlier. But he can’t help but take a step closer, and another as she continues to sing. “But either way the objective is the same. To please and entertain.”
Y/N knows it’s working, raising her hand once again. A tantalizing deal awaits him, he just doesn’t fully understand it. However, the elaborate plan is cutting short, she can hear the elevator working and many voices. His companions were coming, cursing herself mentally about her shout earlier. She didn’t have to be so loud. She’s ready to start the next line, but his companions could appear quicker than she thinks but decides to push it. He’s so close.
“You can be my vixen,” His gloved fingers begin to brush against her fingers just as the elevator opens. She takes her chance, the weight of having to see him again versus being seen by his companions is heavily outweighed. His hand is firmly clasped in hers just as they call out to him. “Your demise will be your stage~.”
“Ignis!!” The three of them shout and it’s enough to pull Ignis out of his trance. His head quickly spins towards them as Y/N takes the chance to finish the rest of the spell. Pressing soft lips to his neck and whisper quick details to him, officially bounding her to him.
“Paws off, our man!” Gladiolus shouts, summoning a great sword to his hands. Y/N is quick to react from here. Letting go of Ignis and quickly diving off the boat as he throws the large sword at her, barely missing her.
They’re quick to run over to Ignis and check the water, seeing her glow fade out as she swam away, back into the deep ocean. The boys fuss over Ignis checking to make sure he’s alright but they concluded that the only thing she did was leave a mark. A trident within a circle is placed right by his collarbone and neck. It glows a bright turquoise before going completely black.
“Ok, but let’s confirm that wasn’t a daemon or was it?” Prompto says worriedly.
“If it was a daemon, why didn’t the light bother it?” Noctis makes a note.
“I don’t think it was a daemon.” Ignis sighs, fingers lingering on the mark. The others look at him concerned. “However, we can’t be sure. Let us speak with the others, they may have more knowledge on this beast than we do.” They agree and all move back up to the house.
The second they enter the house, they’re swarmed with concerns from everyone but Talcott was the only one to point out the new mark on Ignis’ neck. Eyes wide with wonder and shock as the kid goes on a whole tirade about mermaids and sirens. Eventually saying that those who bear Ignis’ mark are bound to see the mermaid again at some point in their lives before they die.
“Here I thought it was just a bedtime story…” Iris comments with a small smile. Ignis feels exhaustion take him. He was grateful it was nothing bad, but he wondered if he really could place all his faith into a child's’ bedtime story.
“What did she look like?” Cindy pips up, quickly gaining everyone’s attention. Soon everyone is sitting around the table and telling what little they saw of the siren and Ignis retelling the encounter. As he does so, he wonders if the encounter is as innocent as Talcott’s stories are.
I have been writing his name since I started doing pointed pen and when I went back to writing in broad pen and I am not stopping now. So happy birthday to my inspirational Recipeh-maker Ignis I just hope you’re real srsly oml
Well that’s what I have to say for today. Happy birthday Iggy 😍 😍 😍
If you could could you write some ignis x reader where hes making them feel better after they somehow messed their back up. Like when the move normally little squeals and yips of pain come out of their mouth. (And yes this is what is happening to me)
A/N: Yoyoyo I got a lot of sweet messages from you guys and I feel slightly more motivated to write again! I hope this makes up for the time waited. (Everyone is still anticipating for the Hanzo fic and I swear it will be up soon!)
Ignis x reader - Soft
Taking a day off work was probably the best decision you’ve made since forever. Lounging on the couch in the living room, your back ached from the countless hours spent sitting in one position all day. You groaned with every little movement, the stiffness of your shoulders hindered you from moving from your position on the couch. You had woken up later than your usual schedule which meant you missed Ignis leaving. Working with and for the Crownsguard was an enduring and exhausting task for the pair of you. It always meant either of you coming home later than the other and missing out on valuable cuddle time. You hadn’t told Ignis about taking the day off, you knew he’d question your whereabouts but decided against calling and informing him of your situation.
You tried sitting up, the freshly made cup of coffee getting colder by the minute. It seemed as though your spine had been cast in concrete; rigid in stature. The heaviness on your shoulder felt as if you sustained the burden of the whole world. Another pained moan left your dry lips as you sat up and reached for your mug. The coffee turned lukewarm, the worst kind of temperature for a drink to become which made you scrunch your nose in discontent.
“Aah- this is the worst” you complained to no one in particular. With a thud, you face planted yourself into the comforts of the pillows.
All you wished for was for your lover to arrive home and-
The sound of the door unlocking was heard.
“[Y/n]? I was worried about you since I didn’t see you at the- [y/n]?” The worried voice of your lover sounded throughout the empty house as he laid his eyes of your sprawled figure.
You tried to speak but it comes out as an incoherent muffled mumble. You then felt a pair of firm arm circle your shoulders and under your knees. Next thing you knew, you were being lifted by your stern partner. The sudden movement caused pain to shoot up your back causing you to yelp in pain.
“[Y/n]? My dear, what’s wrong? I apologize for my mishandling” Ignis apologized as he reached your shared bed and set you down slowly.
You winched slightly as you adjusted your position and gave him a weak smile while taking his hand in yours.
“It’s not you, Iggy. My back… I think I spent too long at the office and my back got messed up somehow” you laughed a little while caressing his hand. A sympathetic smile formed on his porcelain smooth features. A moment of silence passed as Ignis was considering the best course of action for your pain.
“I think I may have a solution. My love, could you perhaps take your shirt off and turn over a little” Ignis instructed.
“Oh my, that’s quite blunt of you Iggy” you chuckled as you watched your lover’s face flare up.
“I-I did not intend for it to sound so suggestive,” he said as he looked away to hide his painfully obvious blush.
“I’m just messing with you, dear” You giggled at his demeanor and did as he instructed.
Lifting your shirt over your head, you laid on the bed in only your undergarment. Before your thoughts could escalate, you felt Ignis’ slender fingers grace your back with a heavenly force causing you to moan in pleasure. His hands then slid down your back with his thumbs applying pressure along your spine. And once again, he slid up your back and rested his hands on your shoulders. A satisfied smile was visible as you relaxed under his heavenly fingers.
“Do warn me if I hurt you” His melodic voice carried out. You hummed in acknowledgment which prompted him.
You felt both his hands on either shoulder, softly rolling them with his thumbs causing you to emit another moan of satisfaction. Oh, how glad Ignis was that you couldn’t see his flustered face. He wouldn’t admit it for the life of him but your moans and groans would stir something in him yet he refrained himself. Your health was above all else. As he worked his fingers to relieve your shoulder of the tension built up, he admired the silken smoothness of your skin. Despite the few blemishes that covered your skin, he found it beautiful; like paint on a canvas that decorated a part of your identity.
Ignis couldn’t help but lean and place a tender kiss on your shoulder blade. You let out a soft giggle as felt his lips on your back.
“I hope I have relieved some of the pain, my love” Ignis said as he stood and straightened his back, hearing a few clicks of his bones was satisfying.
You sit up and feel revitalised by his unprecedented fingers.
“I haven’t felt this good since… well forever. Thank you Iggy” you say as you reach for his hand.
“Anything for you, my dear [Y/n]” he said, a soft smile present o his features. A smug smile manifested on you as Ignis spoke.
“Anything?” you asked with a cock of your brow.
Ignis could feel the rising heat on his ear tips as he averted his gaze. Then moved back to yours with a newly found glint.
“For you? Always”
“Then cuddle with me!” you say as you held out your arms. A full blown grin was now visible on your face as you beamed with happiness.
Ignis’ heart swelled with an immense feeling of love for you. A small sigh escaped his lips before being replaced with a smile as he leaned in your arms. He positioned himself so his arms circled your smaller form and you laid on his chest. A content smile visible on both of your faces.
“I love you Iggy” you mumbled before being enveloped in the sweet embrace of sleep.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom:Final Fantasy XV
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia/Original Female Character(s), Ardyn Izunia/Original Female Character(s), Noctis Lucis Caelum & Original Female Character(s), Prompto Argentum & Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Original Characters, Gladiolus Amicitia, Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ignis Scientia, Ardyn Izunia, Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII, Clarus Amicitia, Iris Amicitia, Nyx Ulric
Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Angst, Fluff, Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, Arguing, Slow Burn, Character(s) of Color, Female Character of Color, Childhood, Childhood Friends
Summary: Having a parent who is loyal to the crown and the gods and another who is a traitor to the country who took them in Sully grows up always questioning everything but hardly getting answers. This is until one day when she stumbles upon an old book buried beneath the millions and millions of books in the Citadel's library that could have the answers she seeks. Little does she know she has such Important information in her hands. The answers to why insomnia and the imperials are at war, the history and fate of the lucis caelum family, and the mistakes the gods have made. She begins to question her belief in her country, home, and the people around her.
Here are some of the small things that drive Ignis to the brink of snarky-ness.
Ignis’ patience goes on for miles but these are a few of his ‘unfavorite things’ that bother him to no end.
Stealing his spectacles.
Also, foggy specs.
Eating fast food and unhealthy meals. He’s looking vehemently at Noct.
Depleting his supply of Ebony. Just don’t. Please.
Not showering for days.
Farting in his presence. Just no. He farts when nobody’s in near proximity. Must have grace even with flatulence, mind.
Chewing with sounds. Ignis cringes just by thinking about it.
Also, no burping loudly. Are you uncivilized?
Basically all table manner rules being broken are huge no-no’s.
Stashing his hair gel.
Losing his socks and nail cutters. All the bros lost his nail cutters every time he buys one.
Not giving him time to read his joke book. Yes, he has one. Ignis may not look like it, but he loves humor. He loves to read it though and giggling to himself makes him a happy man. He doesn’t like comedy shows. Good gods.
Smelly feet. Clean your feet, fellas.
Running out of ingredients. By all means, let him do his groceries.
Nothing to clean his eyeglasses with.
No personal space. Don’t breathe on his neck, please.
When he keeps failing to kill ‘that boss’ in video games.
Forgetting to open the heater. Prepare to hear Iggy’s shrill scream when cold water hits his body. He’s not going to love it.
When things go out of hand, especially machinery.
Blotchy inks from his pens.
Dog-eared books.
Short blankets that barely cover his feet.
Cold noodles.
Pointing really interesting things whenever he’s driving. He can’t even look at whatever that thing was since he’s behind the wheel. He hates being left out.
Threads that are sticking out of clothes.
Grabbing an ingredient then suddenly realizing it’s expired.
No synchronization, especially with clocks.
Being short on coins/change.
Not being greeted in the morning or before sleeping. Iggy tries to hide it, but he hates it whenever people just go about their day without such subtle but well appreciated niceties.
Dirt on his pristine black shoes at the end of a rough day.
Losing or forgetting his handkerchief.
Not being able to join an event in King’s Knight.
Leftover oil on pots and pans.
Talking to him while he’s reading.
Disrespect, especially against the elders.
Grammatical errors and shortcuts in spelling. Though Iggy likes colloquial terms.
The arguments that consist mostly of ‘Whats’. Noct is guilty of this crime.
Forgetting promises and appointments.
Floral shorts. Iggy detests such a fashion statement. He doesn’t know why, but he absolutely hates seeing those things, especially if they’re rather on the short side.
He can handle snoring. But by all means, don’t sleep talk. He gets paranoid every damn time Prompto starts fighting his pillow in his sleep. He keeps thinking they’re under attack.
Ignis Scientia x Princess!Reader - As You Wish, My Lady {Chapter 2}
A/N: The description will be the same here as I am not keen on writing too much about the chapter in question to give away plots ahead. The other names are listed below and will be linked in time when I get to their respected stories. I made this one a bit shorter for many reasons and deleted a scene I hadn’t the energy to put in, but, enjoy.
Keep in mind, these are all strictly AU based—in a world where the bros might not have even met and or the layout and archetypes of the world have changed. For this one, Altissia has its own royalty ruling over Accordo. Enjoy~. If I find the time, inspiration or the response is good, I may add more to them.
Pairing: Ignis Scientia x Princess!Reader
Desc: He’s been there through everything—your ups, your downs, and listened to the worst of it all. He practically raised you when your parents were too busy to be around, and he, Ignis Scientia, became your everything. But perhaps you trusted him with far more than you were supposed to…
Rated: This story has been edited and can be found unedited on AO3 under my pen name Oreana! The file name of the story remains the same!
Words: 8,237
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At most nights you found your bed cold while others you found it accompanied by the presence of your advisor after you managed to sneak Ignis into your bedroom in the late evening hours of Altissia with the life of the palace dying around you for the day. It was innocent when it came to the private, sensual exploration of one another—at least, that’s what you told yourself and he perhaps did in turn as Ignis fell to your side in worshipping want without much effort on your part. He was still learning just as you were, but in the passing days of such intimacy, he seemed to pick up quickly on what excited you the most and what delayed such peak delight.
It was hard for you to say you knew what aroused and urged him into such stimulating states of euphoria as Ignis was content to bow to your needs over letting you tending to him. If you were to be honest with yourself, in the beginning you would have had it no other way as it left a sickening emptiness inside of you for not having the balmy breath of his moans and tender moving words upon your bare skin, the lingering and loving taste of his kiss upon your lips and the ever subtle way his fingers graced your figure as if to take in every part of you.
{EDITED}
“You always pull away too fast for my taste,” you panted breathlessly, wishing he’d at least let you embrace him for a moment longer and enjoy in the warmth that was contained in your body.
“Just being cautious,” Ignis reminded you, as he tossed what had been done to the trash bin nearby. “I’d rather you be cross with me than I have a bigger mess to clean up in time, Y/N.”
It seemed the first time was still an anxious thought on his plate. You knew day in and day out he still worried over the possibility he may have gotten you pregnant as he was always watching you closely—asking you how you felt and monitoring everything else that could be a telling sign of a baby on the way. In all honesty, it was starting to get you stressed and you would playfully smack his shoulder and tell him to relax.
As he did away with the used condom and found his spot there under the covers with you, you playfully spat at him with your arm draped across his chest, which was still dewed with sweat, rising and falling ever so calmly to regain his breath. “You are such a worrier, I swear. Nothing bad is going to happen,” you soothed, kissing the side of his neck to feel as it moved against your lips when he swallowed.
“If we remain guarded, yes, my Lady—that is true,” your advisor corrected as he took care in handling with the lamplight to be certain it was off and only the moonlight cascading through the curtains gave any form of silhouette to Ignis in the coming moments. His hand moved, grasping yours to let it lay pleasantly to rest on his upper abdomen. “How do you feel? Are you alright?”
It was a different type of question than the last few earlier in the day. Ignis seemed always intent to be certain he didn’t over do it in regards to aggression or being too slow for your liking. “Just fine,” you answered, finding comfort near the nook of his neck. “I wish you’d let me enjoy exploring you sometime.”
With your hand in his own, he escorted your knuckles near his lips where he kissed you there again and again as if to praise you once more in his own ways. The more you focused on the way he kissed you, the more you realized it almost felt…different in some manner. In the heat of the moment, you didn’t focus too much on it, but you did feel special and as though you were the only thing that mattered to him. “Mmm, in time, my Princess. As of current, I am merely wishing to be spoiled first.”
You gave him a funny look that was no doubt lost in the darkness and him without his glasses. “You call pampering me being the one who is spoiled here?” A small laugh escaped you. “I’d say it was the other way around.”
In the darkness of the room, you heard his own quiet chortle that was barricaded in his throat. “Indeed,” Ignis said cryptically. “Soon his Highness Anduin will be here to give you the proper pleasure you so desire.” His words seemed to teeter between honesty and some form of somber tenor that you could swear you heard in his speech. “I am learning what I too can before he takes his seat beside you in a few weeks.”
A frown lingered upon your features as your fingers curled tightly on Ignis’ touch to show him support. “Actually, the problems still occurring within Niflheim are keeping him busy, so it may be another month or so till he shows up.” You sighed softly at the thought but a part of you found relief as well knowing it meant it gave you more times with Ignis.
Ignis merely hummed as if to ponder that over, giving you no indication how he truly felt even as he kissed your forehead in the veil of night shrouding your room. “Have you ever planned what you will do upon his arrival here? I heard his Majesty speaking of marriage when tending to breakfast. ”
“Of course he would be planning that already,” you groaned with a roll of your eyes. “I am sure the sooner they place my life in someone else’s hands, the happier they’ll be.”
“Y/N…” Ignis said in a scolding tone as he didn’t like it too much when you spoke in dishonor of your parents.
Frowning at his desires to silence you, your eyes flashed up at where you could just see your advisor in the dim lighting, which haloed his form. “I am not even going to apologize, Iggy… When I was sick and wrestling horribly with the aftermath of that daemon attack, you were the one running to my bedside to be sure I was okay and feeding me, bathing me and even helping me with my leg muscles until I could manage to walk on my own again. I only saw my parents a handful of times…” The pain of that struck at you harder than it should have, doing all you could to keep your tears at bay. “What parents do that to their bedridden child…?”
Ignis was quiet, uncertain of what even he could say in the royals’ defense. He seemed to ponder quietly back on those times at your mere mentioning of it given his sudden silence.
“Ignis?”
“Mm?”
“When I was out cold for several days, who was there beside me through most of it?” A part of you was scared to ask, but you had to know.
“My Lady, please…” Ignis sighed, massaging the space between his eyes as if to combat a minor migraine the question agitated.
“Who was it, Ignis!” you demanded to know in a higher whisper.
A sigh prompted his chest to rise and fall and you felt it against the arm that draped over him. “Your father came to your side as often as he could as did your mother…I, however, was there through most of it.” He tried to relax after releasing that bit of knowledge to you. “I was trying to get you to eat when you would be semi-conscious, but there were moments you would react violently to anything your body attempted to ingest, and I became frightened that you would die in my arms with how starved and dehydrated your body was becoming. I prayed to the gods every night that you would be alright, so when you finally roused, I felt my prayers had been answered even if you were in the most vile pain of your life.”
A sigh escaped your nostrils, finding some kindness in at least Ignis being there with you through most of it. “Hmph…well, because of the way they’ve treated me, I’ve made it a mission to make it unfeasible for any ‘true’ match to be one that’s idealistic for me.”
You felt Ignis turn at your confession. “Example…?”
“As a little girl, I used to tell my parents that if a man truly loved me, he would do the impossible for me.” Arm remaining at rest lazily across his chest, you smiled to yourself at the innocents of the memory while nuzzling against his bare form. “If he wanted to win my heart, he’d have to get me the very thing I ever wanted.”
“Such as?”
“A star—the brightest start from the northern most part of the sky,” you answered without restraint. “When my parents told me what I was asking for was impractical, I kept with it regardless.” A bitter frown tugged upon the corners of your lips. “I know no man could do this, but if that is the case, no man I marry or they force me to wed will be worthy of my heart.”
The bed moaned ever slightly under Ignis’ minor movements. You expected he would equally laugh at you and tell you that it was merely a child’s wish of a dream, but he didn’t. “And what if a man did bend to such a request or, perhaps, gave you something close to this innocent dream?”
You couldn’t contain the harsh laugh that sputtered past your lips as if to scoff that could happen. “If a man actually got me a star from the sky I would tell my parents ‘no, this is the one’ and marry him instead regardless of what they would say or do to me.” A pleasant sigh escaped you, eyes feeling a bit heavy as exhaustion was starting to set in given the early rise you always had to do day in and day out. “If he got me something close, well…good enough, I suppose, and I would see it as a nice gesture.”
Noting your tone labored with weariness, Ignis’ fingers brushed against your hair as if to urge you into the idea of sleep. “You should rest, my Lady. Tomorrow is another early day for us both.” His words whispered in kind upon your forehead before he planted a tender kiss there to seal such a sentiment.
Eyes already closed, you heard his words pleasantly rumbling from within his chest against your ear. “Mm…hmm…” you wearily responded, the sounds of everything thereafter becoming near to a dream. The lullaby like breathing patterns of Ignis ignited your passion to sleep as did the occasional creak of the bed when he would shift on the mattress.
Silence…but…
“I love you…”
The words came from somewhere in your mind, but with how you teetered from reality and the dreaming world, you weren’t sure if they were truly said by Ignis or you merely dreamed it as your body was too exhausted to respond to such a damning phrase.
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There were times you wished you could leave the suffocation of the palace walls whenever Ignis had to venture beyond them to head to the market to get food for the coming week or so whenever there was a shortage on ingredients. However, the times he usually ventured to do so, you were ordered to remain studying under the watchful eye of your music teacher who was relentless in his teachings of the piano. Ever you were to miss a key—a lazy mistake—he would swat the back of your hand with the music baton he carried. You deemed his ways harsh, but a princess had to be cultured and pass as the ever perfect lady even if it apparently meant a harsh teacher to have you be so.
While your hands ached less (at least) after the lesson, you were disappointed to notice Ignis had yet to return to the palace. Digging into your pocket for your phone, you sent him a text to be certain he was at least on his way back as you wanted to have him in your arms again.
Y/N (11:46 AM): Iggy, you left like three hours ago. Where are you?
You waited impatiently, sitting down on your bed as you knew he was usually pretty good at responding given how often he monitored his phone. The moment your device sprung to life with a quick reply, you smiled at just seeing his name.
Ignis (11:47 AM): Still at the market, Lady Y/N. Was there something urgent that needed tending to?
Pondering how to put it delicately as you didn’t want to get him into too much trouble, you rolled your tongue over your lower lip with a playful grin following shortly after as you typed your response knowing messages could be deleted if it came down to it.
Y/N (11:50 AM): How about my body and my heart? lol
Seemed the response caught him by surprise or he was busy as the advisor didn’t answer right away making you wonder what might have obtained his attention at the moment. When the warning of an incoming message being made showed up on his side, you waited eagerly for his reply just enjoying in flustering him a bit.
Ignis (11:56 AM): Princess, you’re going to get me in trouble. Try to keep such pressing needs for a more private setting.
Now that was just making you want to bother him all the more as you loved messing with him just to watch his reaction even if it had to be through text messages. However, you were aware you couldn’t get too out of hand as he was in a public environment and the last thing you wanted was for anybody to get the idea the advisor was indeed sleeping with the Princess of Altissia.
Y/N (12:00 PM): But I am just sitting here in desperate need for you to love me once more.
Again, his response delayed quite heavily that time as though a word you may have said threw him off of his guard. You didn’t read too much into it, but the response you got was hardly one you were expecting given the length of time it took him to answer.
Ignis (12:11 PM): Oh?
You jerked your head back with a raise of your brow. Was this guy for real? Ignis knew how to romance just fine in person but texting seemed to be something new all together with anything other than business matters.
Y/N (12:12 PM): What do you mean ‘oh’? lol I want you to tend to me, if you catch my drift, Iggy.
Again, he seemed to take awhile to answer but this time it was more his typing given the icon that notified he was responding. It made you curious if he was wondering what to even say or if he was embarrassed to say it.
Ignis (12:19 PM): Never mind that. Did you really want me to love you?
The question read more literal than sensual. Were lines getting blurred for him or was he really just this bad at texting discreetly in regards to sexual matters or any matter of the heart? Perhaps it was better to be a bit more forward at the current time? You loved Ignis but…laws and even a betrothal kept you from wanting to care to love him more than you did, so you merely kept him at arm’s length when it dealt with your heart.
Y/N (12:23 PM): I know I want you in my bed, letting me be the one to fuck you this time. I don’t want you having all the power.
Ignis (12:25 PM): How…poetic. I am going to have to delete that, Lady Y/N, just so you know. I don’t need anybody finding that message by happenstance. I’ll be home in just a little while. Try to keep your thirst a bit more prudent and hushed.
You still couldn’t help but laugh to yourself and roll your eyes at his behavior, putting your phone to rest on the nightstand nearby in your bedroom for the time being. However, in the silence of the room, you couldn’t resist the biting anxiousness, which crept upon you, to where it was starting to upset your stomach a bit and make you feel slightly nauseated.
Was he forgetting why you were doing this? You had a fondness to Ignis, of course—he put up with a lot of your tantrums and down moments where you felt lonely or though the world didn’t care, but to add a word such as ‘love’ into it was a bit…forbidden. If your father or mother found out about it, he would be punished severely, and you looked down upon as a dishonor to the family name (the last part something you could handle as you weren’t exactly walking with pride in their name to begin with). Ignis would no doubt be whipped, thrown out of the city to be fed to the daemons…made a villain to all in Eos for his unspeakable acts against a woman of royalty…you couldn’t help but dry heave at the very thought of waking up without him, leaving you to make haste to the bathroom incase something did indeed manage to come up beyond worry.
You continued to think on the consequences in the coming hour as Ignis had indeed arrived home but was busy putting away the things he bought in the kitchen and other respectable places of the palace with you ignoring his ‘I’m back’ message that lingered on your phone.
“Just need to remind him it’s platonic and nothing else,” you whispered to yourself, biting at your thumbnail in thought. “Soon Anduin will be here, and then this will all stop. Nobody will know…Ignis will be safe.” There came a knock at your door, making you move your finger from your mouth though still a bit nervous as you weren’t sure how loud your self mutterings were. “C-Come in.”
Given the elegance of the knock, you weren’t surprised it was Ignis when he graced the room. “I am unaware if you received my message, Lady Y/N,” Ignis began as he fixed his gloves upon his hands with a gentle tug of the fabric when entering further, “but I have, indeed, returned to aid you as you so beckoned before.” Noting the way you looked on the bed, the advisor hurried to your side to supportively touch your upper arm. “Y/N? Something the matter?”
Your eyes graced his and it was there you breathed out your worries as they seemed to melt away regardless under his touch and the mere caring look in his eyes. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you brought him in close, nuzzling into the nape of his neck. Ignis seemed to freeze at the physical response, in time he did sweetly embrace your body with his palm moving in a supportive and loving up and down motion. “I just…missed you.”
It wasn’t the honest truth but it wasn’t a horrible lie either. You didn’t want it to end—this fake union with Ignis—but you didn’t want him to fall under your selfish wants either.
Ignis could tell your words harbored some form of falseness to them but it wasn’t bitter in any form. He did pull just a bit of the way from your embrace, fixing his glasses on the slope of his nose when they began to bother him and he gave a curious gaze to you. “A fraction of that I believe, my Lady…but I won’t force you to divulge the rest.” Ignis gracefully moved once more, kissing the corner of your lips.
Again, the kiss felt different than the times before. It went from feeling bland with no reason other than to excite you to a kiss of meaning—a kiss to lovingly conceal the pain that was forcing you to speak erroneously. It made your heart ache in some manner. Instead of it healing, it stirred the nausea yet again, but you swallowed it down to your gut once more. Hands to his cheeks, you got the advisor to gaze at you. “Let me be the one to show you pleasure this time. I’ve never had the chance to.”
Ignis’ green eyes shifted about curiously as if expecting you to say more. When that precious word didn’t seem to come forth, he nasally sighed discreetly. “As you wish, my Lady.”
{EDITED}
It was the middle of the day but both of you cared very little—leaving you to rest under the covers in the afterglow of your time together. The ever tender beating of Ignis’ heart escorted you into a pleasant slumber…at least until the nightmares of your worries caught up with you.
The dream was silent for a time, but you hardly needed sounds or words to understand what was being portrayed in the vivid reaches of your mind. Ignis before the council, your father and mother furious as your father pointed accusingly at the advisor who remained bowed in submission to their words that shouted into a void of nothingness that made you realize, as a figment of yourself stood in the crowd beyond reach of him, your father was sentencing Ignis in punishment for touching you in such a manner.
Ignis seemed to stand firm regardless, head bowed as he kept his hands clenched at his side. His lip lowering dejectedly at the news, you saw yourself scream while trying to reach out for him only to have the guards keep you at bay as two others near your advisor took him by the arm and jerked him away from the eyes of the council and the rulers of Altissia who whispered back and forth to each other with disgust at what was uncovered before them. Still, you fought to try and reach out to him but it felt as though he were miles from you, the distance between you only worsening as he was forced from the throne room.
The loud closing of the throne room doors echoed in the back of your mind as you screamed a sort of cry that became more audible in time with tears streaming down your face. The very tormenting thought you would never see him again gnawed at you. He was gone, and never again would you wake up to see him there before you no matter how much you wished it.
All because of your selfish needs and wants…
“IGNIS!”
A heated gasp of fright brought you back to yourself in the bed you almost forgot you had fallen asleep in an hour or so ago. Even if Ignis was very much beside you, you hadn’t time to react or care to in order to find comfort in the idea as you felt sick to your stomach at the tormenting thought that felt real for that moment you endured it. Throwing the covers off of yourself, you stumbled forward before rushing to your wastebasket to gag and heave violently to where the remains of your breakfast emptied from your stomach.
“Y/N…!” Ignis called to you, panicked and uncertain of what could have caused such a reaction as he took to his feet and hurried beside you to be certain you were alright. “What ever is the matter?” he asked, rubbing your back to try and settle you.
It was embarrassing to be seen as this, but you hadn’t the stomach lately to be able to handle the intrusive thoughts as of late that plagued you at the very idea the two of you could be found out and Ignis banished…or worse. Hand to your chest as you stuttered and shook from the aftermath of the vile act, you felt Ignis’ touch in time upon your grasp before he ushered a tissue for you to use to clean your mouth with if you so chose. “A…a nightmare…A horrible…horrible dream.” You gulped, trying to keep down the temptation of vomiting once more.
Ignis let you speak, trying to bring you back down to a calm state with a gentle ‘shush’ now and again. “It was merely a bad dream, Lady Y/N,” he reminded you in relief.
“Gah…!” you gasped, eyes closed tightly as tears threatened to form at the very thought you could lose the one person you cared for. “By Leviathan…! I just…” Moving your quivering lip inward, you fell against Ignis’ chest as you tried to recover from the traumatizing thought. “Gods, I thought I lost you…I thought I was going to lose you, and I still do worry about it…”
It was gibberish to him. Ignis merely rubbed your arm opposite of him to continue to sooth you. “I am right here, Y/N,” he reminded you quietly, his words seeming heavy with some thought of personal matters. “Have these thoughts been making you ill lately…?”
“I-I guess,” you murmured, taking to your feet in time when Ignis escorted you to rise. “My stomach’s been all kinds of shit anyways, and I guess the nightmares don’t help that much.”
Ignis’ hold on your arms seemed to tighten, making you gaze upward at him as he seemed to dread speaking afterward when moving you back to the bed given the fact you were still unclothed. “Princess…when was your last period?”
Having that question given to you, you found yourself struggling for an answer as you hadn’t cared to think about it as you were enjoying in the personal company with Ignis for so long. “Umm…I don’t…I haven’t had it yet.” Seeing the risen panic in his expression, you quickly raised your hands. “Don’t freak out! I-I’m just late! I’m sure of it!”
He sighed, shaking his head as he took to his clothing to redress himself in a hasty manner before tending to your trashcan you had thrown up within. “I’ll return in a moment…”
Left alone in your bedroom, you too did your best to get decent as a fretful chill washed over you. One time…it was one time! Some women had to try many times before they could get pregnant—why would you be special? Again and again, you tried to convince yourself it was merely your nerves messing with you in terms of your upset stomach lately. It made sense…right?
Upon Ignis’ return, he came back with your cleaned trashcan but also removed a small box he kept hidden in his coat to hand to you. “A pregnancy test,” he whispered. “Go to the bathroom, and don’t let anybody see that. Don’t discard it in the trash there either—bring everything back to me.”
“When did you get this?” you asked, wondering if he was always skeptical after your first time together or he had known sooner than you in some ways something might be wrong.
“After our first and last moment together without contraceptives, my Lady.” Ignis nodded nervously towards the bedroom door. “Go. I’ll be waiting here as I tidy your bedroom a bit.”
Your feet felt glued to the floor till you managed to make your way to the bedroom door and down the hall to the public washroom in the palace in haste with the box covered. I’m not pregnant. I’m not…! You mentally insisted again and again, heart beating wildly in fear of the truth, praying with all of your might that it was indeed just nerves and nothing more.
If you were pregnant…there would be no lie you could truly tell in order to take the blame away from Ignis as very few men acted with interest of your needs beyond him.
It was agonizing waiting for the end result, but what was worse was getting it when you noted that the test had come back positive much to your dismay. Tears blurring your vision, your hands trembled as you wanted to throw it away and pretend nothing ever happened, but you knew why Ignis demanded you bring everything back—not just so he’d have knowledge of it but also so none of the servants could find it when cleaning up. Sitting upon the rim of the bathtub, you covered your face with your hands and began to cry uncontrollably in silence.
What now…? You were going to put an end to it all after that horrible nightmare and the painful thought of losing Ignis if this was ever exposed. Now, there was no way to stop this. In the end, you could very well lose him after all.
Hiding everything out of sight of any prying eyes in the hallway, you made it back down to your bedroom where you saw Ignis sitting there in anxious wait for your return. As he took to his feet to ask you what the news was, he held back the words as the defeated expression on your face spoke volumes to him.
“Y/N…” Ignis began, his head rolling to the side to where his shoulders slumped in defeat of the mere look of what the news was to be.
You shut and locked the door in haste, hurrying over towards him to hug him tightly and barricade the horrible sobbing sound that shook past your lips against his chest. “I-I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry…! I didn’t mean to be this careless…!” Your hold was tight…unmovable as you feared the moment you released him you would never see him again. “What are we going to do…?”
Ignis’ sigh was heavy and deep with a form of regret and fear equal to your own, but he did his best to conceal it and remain a pillar for you to stand on. “I will speak with the King tomorrow about this—.”
“NO!” the words accidentally shot forth, your grip upon his coat tightening in desperation. Ignis paused in his speech, head jerking back at the sudden response. “L-Listen—Anduin will be here eventually, and I can sleep with him, and nobody will know the difference! They won’t know it’s yours!”
Ignis’ expression went from shocked and worried to stern and cold at the mere thought. “You would dare keep this from His Majesty, your betrothed and worse yet—keep my child from the truth of who I am?”
You shook your head in disbelief at his words, unable to understand why Ignis would be so willing to take the fall for this accident. “If it means you being safe and not alienated before all of Eos in the papers? Yes!”
His brow wrinkled in dismay, a sort of frown of anger you’d never had the opportunity to see on him before. “Princess, I am willing to make my mistakes right no matter the cost while you wish to hide behind a barrier of deception.” His tone was that of scolding you for your decision in the matter. “I refuse—I vehemently refuse—to have my child grown up in this palace without knowing I am its father while some other man gladly takes that title away from me! I will not just be its caretaker!” His words hardened, shouting so firmly you began to worry someone else beyond the walls would hear the truth you were desperate to keep buried.
“Ignis, it was an accident!” you reminded him, feeling your breath leave you as he moved unemotionally away from your touch. “You weren’t meant to be the father of any child I was to have!”
Again, his green eyes widened in a mixture of feelings hard for you to pin down in the heat of the moment, but you could sense a form of pain in the expression. His teeth bared in disgust at your statement, peering at you as though you had attempted to become some villain in his eyes by denying him something he wanted. “I am going to speak to the King about this matter regardless of what you may wish, my Lady—that is the end of that.”
Hearing him threaten such a thing as he attempted to leave the room, you panicked and lashed out by accident. “I forbid you to, Ignis! I-I order you to stand down!” you retaliated, a foul taste in your mouth arising at treating him like he was nothing more than an advisor and less of a friend you had grown close to.
Ignis stopped dead in his tracks, hand just inches from the doorknob when he heard your words. He turned slowly, the look in his eyes that of shock and a form of disgust that you would treat him as such given the past month you two had been intimate with one another. “You order me to, my Lady?” he asked, trying to be certain he heard you right as he turned on his heels to face you once more. “You would do this to me? You would use your power over me to silence me so!”
His words continued to growl with aggression as he gestured to himself, making you sick to your stomach yet again at the very idea you had to do this just to try and keep him safe from what you deemed a horrible fate. Tears welling in your eyes, you backed up slightly from his advances towards you with your fingers fidgeting with one another. “I want you…I want you safe, Ignis…” you whimpered, teeth biting upon your lower lip as it quivered in inner repulsion at what you were forcing him to do. “I-I don’t want to lose you…! You’re the only friend I have!”
His back straightened, face relaxed only a portion at your response to him. “Then what friend orders the other’s silence…?” Ignis asked, his words labored with pain at releasing them from their dwelling in his throat. “What friend treats the other lesser than?” You heard his arms fall to his sides as if in defeat, your teary gaze downward at your feet as you were too ashamed to look at him. “I truly thought I meant something far more to you, Princess.”
“Ignis, I’m sorry!” you screamed, fingers buried within your hair before harshly removing them as you felt like you were losing him no matter what given the direction of the conversation.
Ignis looked away when your eyes graced his. Body limp with surrender, he turned once more with his arms rising and falling shortly after as if to shove away the conversation, headed for the door to leave. “Speak with me again when you are far more reasonable, my Lady,” he murmured in a quieter tone before opening your bedroom doors and excusing himself.
You hadn’t the drive or the want to follow him. Collapsing to your knees there in the silence of your bedroom, you covered your mouth to stop yourself from wanting to scream once more as your tears continued to mark your features. Embracing yourself, you trembled uncontrollably at the very fear of losing the only thing that mattered—him.
