Discover Top Posts Tagged with #ffxv ignis x reader

how do they love? | ffxv | gn!reader

ᯓ NOCTIS’ love is unusual, a kind of love that’s like an inside joke only the two of you are privy to. a warm kind of string between you both, plucked with the most unconventional timing.

CAN WE GET SOME SLEEPY IGNISSSSSS

“iggy,” you call softly, into the depths of the dark. finger poking at your boyfriend’s shoulder, your brows furrow at the lack of response. “ignis?”

it’s almost like he senses your distress (if you can even call it that), and you see jade irises slowly open in the dark, with the help of the moonlight that bleeds through the half-veiled windowsill, illuminating even the smallest of pores on his face. brown lashes flutter open and a hand comes up to wipe the sleep from his eyes.

“ye-yes? what is it?” he tiredly asks, head turning in the direction of which your voice came from. his lips quirk up a bit, already able to see your gentle smile even with just your silhouette in the dark.

“would you still love me if i was a crab and you were an octopus?” you ask, and ignis has to ask you to repeat yourself because he can’t believe you just woke him up to ask that.

“what?”

you tilt your head, as if his confusion was outlandish. “would you still love me if i was a crab and you were an octopus?”

his hand comes up to rub at his temples and he huffs out a small noise of amusement. you nudge him softly, to which he is all too sleepy for. “it’s a serious question!”

he hums, hand coming down to rest on the bare skin of your thigh — a shiver of warmth wriggling through your body. “i.. suppose i would,” he finally answers.

“but octopuses eat crabs.”

“octopi,” he corrects, and he can practically hear how hard your eyes roll. he cracks a smile, much to your liking as you can see the way his lips fight back the grin with the way the light hits him — a soft glow against his skin. you have half a mind to kiss him, but this question is far too important to you.

“same difference,” you say. with that sass, ignis contemplates saying he would eat you if he was an octopus, just to hear you whine and complain about his teasing. but instead, he settles for a more responsable option.

“what’s the meaning of this question?” he finally asks, as he realizes that’s probably what should’ve been questioned in the first place.

you huff and plop back down against the pillows, crossing your arms as you gaze at him confusedly. this time, ignis can finally see the moonlight trickling down onto your figure, and he swears he can feel his pulse in his head with how intently he looks at you.

“to see if you really love me,” you press your lips together in a soft pout. he suppresses the urge to point it out and instead lets you continue. you prop yourself up on one elbow, chin held in your palm as you look down at him. tilting your head, you say, “now answer please?”

deft fingers find your own and intertwine them with his; muscle memory, at this point. he savors the smoothness of your skin against his own, thumbing at the ridges of your protruding bones. you almost crack, and try not to melt at the soft gesture.

“have i not shown you i love you enough?” he mumbles into the back of your hand, lips pressing a soft kiss to the cold skin. even in his half-asleep state, he can’t help but be so sweet. you sigh dramatically, much to his amusement.

“but would you love me if you were an octopus and i was a crab?” you persist.

ignis thinks for a moment, both hands leaving the confines of your comforter to clasp one of yours. “i would,” he whispers.

“what about the eating part?”

“i would try my very, very hardest not to eat you,” he mutters. “i would be the only octopus in history never to eat a crab.”

at his answer, a silence follows. he blearily looks at you through his lashes, fingers rubbing at your wrist absentmindedly; a small habit he likes to do when his gloves are off. your face almost seems a little shocked, as if you weren’t expecting it (which ignis thinks you totally were, but he’ll keep the magic alive a little longer). he swears there’s starlight in your eyes, as they dart all around his face.

a low chuckle rumbles through his chest, as he presses one more kiss to your wrist and lets go — unaware of the way your fingers flex when you don’t want him to let go. he eyes you fondly, one last time, before turning over and pulling the covers up to his shoulders for more warmth.

alongside a small whisper of your name, he mutters a gentle, “goodnight.”

“i would love you too, ignis,” you call softly.

he hums. “thank you, my love.”

(oops almost forgot) taglist ; @sagetealeafs @camryn-haitani

requests are open — check pinned for more !

#ffxv ignis x reader #ignis scientia fanfiction #ignis scientia headcanons #ignis scientia x reader #ignis x reader #final fantasy xv ignis #ffxv x reader #ff15 x reader #ff15 fanfiction #final fantasy xv x reader #final fantasy 15 x reader #ffxv fanfiction #final fantasy xv fanfiction #kiss kiss #ᢉ𐭩 — odottie

Bestieee!! Could we get some fluffy headcanons for ignis? I don't have any particular in mind, I know that would help alot, but any ones that you personally have for him or any fluffy headcanons that suit him. There Is not enough ignis content, I wanna start writing him but I don't wanna write him wrong lol

ignis who is a thoughtful lover, as i mentioned in my other post. as noctis’ royal retainer, he’s accustomed to having to deal with royal duties and protecting the prince both as a friend and as his job. it is no different with you, and you can find it in the smallest ways.

he’s constantly watching over you, a smile on his face while he just watches you in all your candidness; a mirthful youth about the way you’re absolutely doing nothing. ignis isn’t one to judge appearances, yet he still finds you beautiful regardless of how you look. bedhead, stay at home clothes, sleep crusted in the inner corners of your eyes. he’ll love all of you as long as you’ll let him.

ignis who loves cooking, as we obviously see in his interactions with others and special hobby ingame. he’s not new to compliments or flattery, especially about how skills — although his pulse can’t help but thump a little quicker when he hears you praise him with a mouth full of food and a smile with chubby cheeks.

he lives to make you happy, as that is his job but ignis also feels it is his purpose overall. he’ll sit across from you at the table, lashes fluttering behind those frames when they flicker up to see how you’re doing. you’re chewing away, taking sips of your drink in between. he feels a smile tug at his lips, knowing that it’s the greatest compliment he could ever receive. there’s love found in sustenance and in the sinews stuck between your gums, he thinks. at least he knows you enjoy him (as his food is an extension of himself) enough to keep bits of him where he cannot reach.

ignis who can’t help himself, as all he does it want to spoil you in his own ways. if you wear makeup and you fall asleep with it on, he’ll gently wipe it off for you and ensure he does a thorough job, especially if it’s waterproof. he’ll shush you gently, an accented voice cooing at you and lulling you back to sleep. if you fall asleep with shoes on, he’ll take them off and rest them against the corner where he knows you look when youre in a rush.

even then, he manages to have his own fun with it. he’ll lean against the doorway, tousled strands flat against his forehead, glasses a little crooked. a small smile on his face, rosy lips quirked upwards as he watches you scramble around for your clothes. you glance up at him as your eye catches on the way he gives a small shrug, and a teasing, “i told you so.”

ignis who melts at the sight of you doing the same for him. the way you remove his glasses on the rare chance that his lids are too heavy to take them off before bed, or the way you rub at his temples when he has a headache; head rested in your lap and all. it takes a bit to get used to receiving treatment like this, but he finds that he quite likes it.

telling him you saw a video that reminded you of him or getting him a souvenir from somewhere will always make him smile and give a soft, close-mouthed chuckle. he has all your gifts in a drawer designated for everything you give him. he organizes it frequently and has the whole other half spacious just in case you ever give him more. he never expects it, or asks for anything, but the idea of you being sweet enough to ask if he wants something from somewhere lives dormant in his mind 24/7.

ignis who likes doing skincare and moisturizing with you, even indulging in your silly ideas and new methods of getting your skin to be smoother. he’ll never tell you it’s only because he likes touching your face so much that he enjoys the softness between the deft pads of his fingers. okay .. he doesn’t get how snail mucin moisturizes your face — but he’ll gladly put some on too if it means getting to see your beaming face afterwards.

ignis who’ll entertain all your hobbies and interests, even if he may not understand that; and is half-ready to get down on one knee when you do the same.

whether you like video games or reading or art, he’ll sit there with neatly folded hands and a hum every once in a while. if you were ever to pause, he’d tilt his head a bit and ask for you to keep going. his silence is his way of telling you he’s listening. even if you’re talking about something he shares interest in, he’ll sit quietly and patiently until it’s his turn to talk. he’s great with remembering details, and you’ll often find yourself forgetting things he’s already committed to his memory.

ignis who takes off his gloves just to feel you, in all your entirety. the leather is often a barrier but once they come off, you find that his hands are often softer than your own. he traces every birthmark and every scar on your body with ease, pure love seeping into his fingerprints and making invisible marks that somehow bleed into your skin and make you feel all dizzy with how much he’s consumed by you.

he rarely, if ever, keeps them on when at home with you. he never wants to be shielded from you, not even by a little bit. so when you lay in bed with your bare limbs tangled in each other’s loose and sleepy embrace, he gets to hear even the thinnest beats of your heart. his hand always manages to find yours, even if he swears he doesn’t know how.

taglist ; @sagetealeafs @camryn-haitani

requests are open — may eleventh, 2025 .

#sorry its a little short i’m pretty sleeepy right neow #i’d say just write him! i know he doesn’t have many fics on tumblr n stuff #but i went in kinda blind with ffxv if im being honest #you’ll get the hang of it with more consumption and practice !1!1 #love ur nero headcanons by the way :333 #ffxv ignis x reader #ignis scientia fanfiction #ignis scientia x reader #ignis x reader #ignis scientia headcanons #ffxv x reader #ffxv fanfiction #ff15 x reader #ff15 fanfiction #final fantasy xv x reader #final fantasy 15 x reader #kiss kiss

Greetings~ May I please request some fluff and sweetness for Ignis? (FFXV) Him playing pocky game with his s/o? Many thanks!

# “ah, so what am i supposed to do exactly?”

your eyes flicker to ignis, sat on the floor in front of you — the glow of the half-dead fire creeping up on his face with flexible streaks of auburn as it dances across his contoured face as you both sit next to it.

he looks at the box, sat criss-crossed and patient. a ghost of a bemused smile graces his lips as he pretends to read the content information of the back; as he pretends not to notice your smile.

(you think he looks handsome like this; his hair down as the waves of the dying flames dimly wash over his face while they move with the breeze that has you hugging your knees to yourself even further.)

you hold your hand out, fingers twitching as you beckon him to give the box to you — and like muscle memory, a gloved hand places it within your palm instantly. a tip to the left and a small shuffle is heard as the small bag slips out of the box with ease, the pink letters spelling out ‘pocky’ with the flavoring under it in tiny letters. ignis was never a big fan of strawberry, but after seeing your big, wet eyes gaze up at him with clasped hands and a tilted head — he didn’t see any reason to persist.

hands pinching the corners that results in an unclean tear anyway, ignis spots a slip of pink peeking out before it’s found itself in between your index and middle finger. he’s sure the reflection of his glasses hide it, but his eyes linger a bit on that faint scar you have on your hand from when you had fell down a hill with prompto — even when he had told you to be careful — and you tore the skin on a branch. he remembers that evening, putting disinfectant he carried on it as you hissed and told him, “never again”.

but when his eyes trail upwards and find your bright grin, slight dimples at the corners of your mouth forming — he remembers why he had warned you to be careful so much and he bites back a smile, too.

you hold the stick up and your finger points at the frosted side, the pink morphing into a red hue from the slow burn beside you. “i bite this end,” your finger points to the opposing end, untainted with artificial strawberry. “and you bite this one, then we just keep biting it ‘til. . .” you shrug with a small simper. “i either win or we tie.”

“how come there’s only mention of your victory?” he inquires.

you hum, “i’m pretty confident.”

“oh, are you?” he tilts his head, scooting a bit closer to you as he prepares for the initiation. “we’ll see about that.”

your brow cocks before the stick comes between you two. you lips close on one end as you hold the other end up for ignis to follow your lead. he huffs in amusement before his teeth gingerly clasp onto the biscuit.

the campfire crackles a bit as the remaining bits of flame against the wood flares up in attempts to revive itself — his soft breathing seems to drown the low pitch of the owls and other noises of the creatures that surround the haven, or maybe it’s just your fixation on the situation getting the better of you.

much to your surprise, ignis takes the first bite; taking a small pause to swallow before he looks back at you again. your eyes catch on the green of his eyes, like birch leaves in june, glossy behind the crystalline of his glasses, before your brow twitches and you take a pettily bigger bite; out of spite.

it keeps going like that for a while, small but progressively growing bites as you go back and forth in a draw out. the tips of his ears heat up once he feels your breath close enough to intertwine with his, and his hands clam up a bit, too, but his half-smile only quirks further once he sees the way your eye twitches after it looks down at the pocky.

he takes a bite, you follow in suit. it continues for a bit longer before you both reach the center of the stick, the tips of your noses practically touching. it takes a small pause, your eyes darting all over his face; the sharp slope of his nose, the way his hair falls ever so slightly over his glasses — the way his eyes flutter when your breath hitches ever so slightly.

his little quirks are cute, you think. you don’t know how he doesn’t see it.

but as your mind whirs with your thoughts unfolding before you, ignis takes your face in his hand, delicately squeezing both of your cheeks with his thumb and index finger, as his lips meet yours.

it’s only a peck before a small gasp leaves your lips. he pulls away ever so slightly as his hands fall from your face. sage green eyes darting across your face, they only blink once he pulls his glasses off to lean back in and kiss you — only this time, your hands reach out to hold him, too.

a slow pop is heard when you part, soft breathing filling the air that rises higher than the leftover particles of ash floating around in the air, the heat rising as he stares into your eyes.

he lets out an airy laugh, letting it fall from his tongue with a honey sweet flavor. you catch hints of strawberry on him before you sit back on your haunches; him sitting back and planting his hands on the stone beneath you, resting on his palms.

he hums. “i guess i’ve won, haven’t i?”

you blink, a fawn caught in headlights along a dark road — before you let out a soft huff, half-amused. “i challenge you to a rematch, mister scientia.”

“sore loser?”

“ah, shut up.”

regal cheekbones tinged with pink, he shakes his head fondly at your harmless bite before he hears the quick rustling of the bag again and the sweet scent of strawberry’s airborne once again. the fire crackles with small laughs and heads tilting towards each other once more. the cherry red of the wood blooms with the growing heat reaching your ears.

you peek an eye open for a split second, your museum of art embalming the man before you in a whirlwind of golden embers before entering the candle lit fog. your eye closes, and he can feel you smile against his lips.

𐙚 requests are open — january twenty-seventh, 2024

𐙚 taglist ; @sagetealeafs @camryn-haitani

#ffxv x reader #ff15 x reader #ffxv ignis x reader #ignis scientia fanfiction #ignis scientia x reader #ignis x reader #final fantasy xv ignis #final fantasy 15 x reader #final fantasy xv x reader #ignis scientia #ᢉ𐭩 — odottie. . .#kiss kiss

hi!! could i request ignis with a reader who's super flirty? i just think iggy is so attractive and want to know how you think he'd react to being told that lol

the crickets around you chirped in tune with the inner melody playing in your head, a soft song muttered under your breath and a tap of your fingers left you satisfied while you watched ignis work. his back was facing you; his sleek, dark grey button-up hugging on him while he made another dish. after the day you guys had, he couldn’t help but make some more food per your request— especially since gladio and you had gathered some herbs nearby. observing the man in front of you some more, you stared at him with no shame. after all, it wasn’t everyday that ignis didn’t gel his hair.

the brown color of his hair now parted with an acacia orange as it accentuated even the tiniest strands of hair. pieces of it covered the back of his neck and what you presumed was the front of his face. silently, you prayed for some water to come his way so you’d see more of this side of him. he looked so content, ignis always did when he was cooking.

you couldn’t stop the next words tumbling from your mouth. “have i ever told you how pretty you look with your hair like that?” even through the distant crackling of the camp fire and the chattering of gladio and prompto talking about only astrals know what, your voice cleared its own pathway throughout the faint noises and wiggled its way into ignis’ head, hoping his soon heating cheeks would be covered with an excuse of the fire.

he still faced away from you, hand languidly stirring the pot in which contained a stew from whatever ingredients were able to be gathered in the seas surrounding the galdin quay, provided to you guys by noctis’ skilled fishing. ignis cleared his throat, swallowing thickly before responding, “thank you, although i wouldn’t have thought that ‘pretty’ was the right word to describe a man such as myself.”

getting up to help him clean up, you watched him out of the corner of your eye; his glasses glinting with the warm glow of the nearby fire. you hummed mindlessly, almost dismissing his claim. “nonsense, anybody can be labeled as pretty.” and to that, he chuckled—brushing off his pink ears. “i suppose.”

letting out a giggle, you made ignis’ heart flutter once more. his head turned towards you, an amused smile resting on his face. he admired the way the auburn flames lit up your face as it highlighted your features; he sunk in the way your eyes crinkled when you beamed, along with the way your shoulders shook with your soft laughter. looking back at him, you pointed at his face. you paused a bit, turning your attention back to cleaning the cutting boards and cutlery which had been used by the brute of food known as noctis. always such a messy eater, you recalled. even gladio ate cleaner than noct did.

blinking up at him, you huffed again, “c’mon iggy, you know it. you’re even heating up— at the truth, might i add.”

hearing the familiar nickname laced with your sweet tone of voice fall from your lips made his heart beat a little louder— ( even if he’s heard it plenty of times before from his friends, hearing it from you felt different. almost strange. )

he scoffed amusedly. “it’s quite hot out here if you haven’t noticed.” blaming his pink cheeks on the vennaugh haven you lot had made yourself comfortable in, he brushed off your comments as you rolled your eyes at him with a mumbled, “whatever you say, iggy.”

“don’t start with that now.”

“what? what’d i do this time?” you grinned, tilted your head at him with a tone intertwined with feigned coyness. he sighed, shaking his head. “oh,” you said, dragging out the vowel perhaps longer than you needed to, “you just don’t wanna give into my super charming character. i get it.” putting your hands up in a defensive manner, you pushed more. he groaned, eyes still focused on the pot. “yes, quite the charmer.”

you scoffed dramatically, “why did that sound sarcastic?” he hummed in denial, shaking his head at your silly questions. “admit it,” you said, “you’re just salty i made you blush.”

“you did not.”

“i did, too.”

and before you could keep going on with this foolish game of who’ll crack first, a voice cleared their throat behind you. the two of you turned your heads only to see noctis with a hand on his hip and cocked head. ignis and you exchanged a glance as you both paused your movements. noctis grinned lazily as he teased, “what’re you guys talking about?”

ignis who’ll never admit it (and if he ever does, with sheepishness) that while on his journey with the boys, he will specifically look for ingredients to your favorite dish with keen eyes. . . he is a subtle lover at heart; cooking you food, bringing you back trinkets and leaving them in your room, performing chores you’re more likely to forget — and he will forever be devoted to you as long as your heart’s content with him

#UGHH #sorry for the spam but i have so many small ideas and headcanons for my fandoms #ignis ily #the kids miss you #come home #ffxv ignis x reader #ignis scientia fanfiction #ignis scientia x reader #ignis x reader #ffxv x reader #ffxv fanfiction #final fantasy xv x reader #final fantasy 15 x reader #ff15 x reader #ff15 fanfiction #final fantasy 15 fanfiction #⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ tag — ; thoughts of odette #kiss kiss #ᢉ𐭩 — odottie. . .

I’m taking you up on your offer (kinda pt 2)

Chocobros POV

***

Night had fallen yet none of the three men could sleep. Instead they settled on playing King's Knight, or in Gladio's case reading, and making as much small talk as possible. The constant knocking on the wall and semi loud (and lewd) noises from their neighbors kept them awake, much to the chagrin of a very grumpy prince.

"Y'know... it's midnight and they're still going at it..." Noctis says offhandedly before throwing his hands up in frustration at the game. Prompto smirks knowing he had this match in the bag.

"With as much sexual tension between them- this was the only outcome-" Gladio says barely glancing up from his book.

The room went silent then a moan pierced through the room from the opposite side of the wall.

"Haha yeah this is kinda awkward... maybe we should get rooms further apart next time, or y'know maybe have let them sort out those feelings on their own?" Prompto laughs awkwardly finally dropping his phone from his hands unable to concentrate on the game anymore. Noctis mimics his actions as they both shake their heads.

"It could be worse-" Gladio jokes before the sound of a headboard starts knocking harder and faster against the wall. Snapping his book shut, he sighs in irritation, "and it got worse. I'm going out for a drink. You two wanna join?"

Both Noctis and Prompto shoot off the bed fumbling to get changed and get their shoes on. In less than 5 minutes they were all dressed to head out to whatever bar was open and then possibly crash in the Regalia. Whatever they ended up doing would be ten times better than listening to these two for however long they would last.... (probably until the morning).

---

The tension at the breakfast table was unbearably palpable... at least for the three men. Usually the ever perceptive Ignis would be more than aware of the bad mood hanging over the table however, in this moment, he was completely unaware or didn't care as he made small talk with (Y/N) while also lightly scolding his friends for the state they were found in. Instead of being in their room next door they were found sprawled across the seats of the Regalia. Gladio taking up the entirety of the back, Prompto in the passenger seat with his feet on the dash, and Noctis with the seat as far back as it could go in the driver's seat. They were hungover, sore, stiff, and sleep deprived and at their boiling point with Ignis' incessant bitching about sleeping in the car. How dare he fuss after having the best night of his life and probably even better sleep? To make matters worse the peaceful and lovey dovey aura those two exuded as they enjoyed breakfast was just icing on the goddamn proverbial cake.

"Seriously. Was there a reason as to why you all decided to sleep in the Regalia?" Ignis asks nonchalantly still oblivious to the fact that him and (Y/N) were the very reason for the three men being ousted from their room.

"Well that's the last damn straw." Prompto thinks before calling the two out.

"Yeah you two fucking all night! Could've been in bed but instead were sleeping outside in the car like drunk assholes," the usually cheery Prompto gripes as he begrudgingly shoves a spoonful of food into his mouth.

"W-what??" (Y/N) stuttered out as she choked on her drink.

"You heard him. I was rooting for you two but you both suck," Noctis says looking at them equally as disgruntled as his blonde counterpart, "Next time try to use some common courtesy."

"Tch right! Have you two no decorum?!" Prompto barks out as Gladio nods in agreement.

"My expectations for (Y/N) were low but Ignis- I'm very disappointed." Gladio chides.

(Y/N) fumbles for words but nothing seems to come out and all she can do is hide her face in shame. Even Ignis is out of words. How were they supposed to know the walls were that thin? Were they actually being that loud? Either way the peaceful bliss the two were absorbed in was tarnished and now the whole table had to suffer in the awkward tension.

Sharing in a quick glance, (Y/N) and Ignis knew that moving forward they would need to exercise more caution with their extensive and noisy love making.

***

For my sweet anon, I hope you enjoy and get a little laugh out of it!

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖆

#ffxv imagines #ffxv scenarios #ffxv x reader #final fantasy scenario #ffxv ignis x reader #ff15 ignis scenarios #ff15 scenarios #ff15 x reader #ff15 chocobros #ffxv chocobros

how do they love? | ffxv | gn!reader

ᯓ NOCTIS’ love is unusual, a kind of love that’s like an inside joke only the two of you are privy to. a warm kind of string between you both, plucked with the most unconventional timing.

#ffxv ignis x reader

Trending Tags

Recently Viewed Tags

#ffxv ignis x reader