The day has crawled into night, darkness creeping along the sky and luring the clouds into perpetual twilight. Ignis is in the driver’s seat beside you, occasionally staring upwards through the window and eliciting the smallest and softest of sighs. Gladiolus, Prompto and Noctis sit in the back, the eldest reading a book despite the dying light, with the younger two sleepily leaning against each other.
“Can I drive for a little bit?” You murmur softly so as not to wake the sleeping pair up. “I know you don’t like driving at night…”
The light smile that Ignis sends your way is wholeheartedly breathtaking as he takes your offer into consideration. “Would you mind? I would very much appreciate it.”
“Of course,” You grin at him, and despite the low light in the vehicle you can see the glint of appreciation in his gaze before he turns away and allows the car to glide to a stop. Quickly you switch seats, sliding onto the comfortable leather and settling down as comfort washes over you.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
The warmth in your tone is practically overwhelming as you respond. “You’re welcome.”
Mh, if it's not too much to ask... how does Ignis feel about making love in the caravan? Perhaps after a romantic date in Galdin Quay? (The scenario is for you to decide, of course) Could you please write a drabble about this? Kudos for a submissive Ignis (not really BDSM or something... just Ignis laying back and enjoying and letting someone take control of things for once... maybe?) *grins and hides immediately*
A/N: You alreadyknow I am A-OK with the idea of a very vanilla Ignis as that’s all I writereally. X”D I’ll be happy to do it. c: I would have had this up yesterday butwe had a storm that knocked out my power, so that thought was shot to hell.Thanks for waiting, my dear~.
Rated: This story has been edited and can be found unedited on AO3 under my pen name Oreana!
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Stars that glittered like jewels, the melodic sound of wavescrashing upon the shore, and the gentle, glowing lights of Galdin Quay—it allcame together so perfectly as you walked down the pier with Ignis hand in handand enjoyed in the casual conversation he monopolized given how busy his dayscontinued to be even on vacation with you. His phone was constantly buzzing, itseemed, but the advisor had seen to silencing it and only looking at it ifthere was ever something of importance; however, after a quick look hecontinued to see nothing of such (merely rolling his eyes at something) and putit away, refusing to touch it no matter what for the rest of the evening.
You couldn’t say much in regards to your own life. Incomparison to Ignis’ you felt there wasn’t anything to say or even add, buteven if you spoke of it, he latched onto every word all the same. “I am notkeeping your attention from personal matters back in Insomnia, am I?” Youdidn’t want to sound so fretful, but you didn’t want the man to get in troublefor ignoring the position that held more precedence over even you.
Ignis’ scoff rumbled in his throat as he unfolded his handsfrom under his chin. “Not in the slightest. Besides, I am allowed time away frommy responsibilities and to enjoy in the company of the one I care for, am Inot?”
Sitting upright a bit at the response of him willing toignore his phone completely in the moment, you were a bit surprised. “Well,I…Of course…!” It wasn’t as though he ignored you completely whenever work wasbeckoning to him but you did inwardly groan when it had to steal him away fromyou all the same. You motioned to him with your fork. “Earlier you were rollingyour eyes as though work was trying to get a hold of you when we were walkingdown the pier, so I was merely curious.”
“Mm?” Ignis tilted his head, confused and then it dawned onhim. “Ah, that—a text was sent fromGladio, and I was…inclined to ignore it.” The advisor sounded playfullyexasperated, exciting your curiosity all the more about what it had said.
A small laugh excited you as your fork continued to pushabout the vegetables on your plate. “What did it say?”
Ignis shrugged his brow, hands bridging underneath his chin oncemore as he merely wanted to delight in the conversation and peace with you. “Itis far from important,” he insisted, moving in his posture to slip his glassesup the slope of his nose. “I must confess, Y/N…we are far from any place idealin terms of rest as getting back to Lestallum would take a fair bit of time.”His words sounded oddly nervous in what he was about to request. “Perhapsstaying at the nearby caravan would suffice as I am afraid the funds I havewouldn’t prepare us for a night at the finest hotel here.”
Was he embarrassed about the money he had on hand? Itsounded like it as a caravan in comparison to a nice hotel room after aromantic night out felt as though it wasn’t exactly how either of you plannedto end the evening together. If you were to be honest, you wouldn’t mind iteither way as long as you got to spend the evening with him. “If I get to beselfish and have you in my arms then I will be happy to spend the eveninganywhere.”
The comment seemed to relax him as Ignis breathed out hisrelief through his nostrils. “The feeling is undoubtedly mutual, Y/N.”
The stroll along the shoreline with Ignis shortly after themeal was delightful. Of course, with it being night you both couldn’t stray toofar from the lights else you risked running into a daemon or two but a part ofyou had a tendency to forget all of that in the comfort of his company. As theevening came to a slow and steady end, Ignis did escort you to the nearbycaravan but his grip upon your hand seemed to tighten as if require reassuranceof some sort in something he had yet to tell you that was on his mind. Yourfree hand upon his upper, nearby arm, you nuzzled against the black jacket totry and calm whatever could be racing through his mind.
He was appreciative, a smile ever prevalent upon his lips ashis gloved fingers explored your hair for just a moment until arriving at thedoor of the caravan, allowing you in first. It wasn’t anything impressive asfar as a place to stay but it was still a very nice spot just outside ofparadise. As you thought to remove your shoes and at least get comfortable forthe coming end to the day, Ignis’ hand rested upon your shoulder in a form ofmanner that almost seemed foreign.
“Ignis?” you questioned, attempting to turn to look at himbut the advisor saw to it you didn’t as he moved in closer with his other handtouching your opposite shoulder only to slide in afterward to grapple his wristand hook his embrace there upon your chest. Your back against his chest intime, Ignis’ lips found a form of comfort there against your tresses. The holdwas far more intimate than you could recall ever being allowed to endure,making your heart beat so loudly in your chest you feared it would be heardsinging of the comforting touch.
“Y/N,” Ignis spoke a bit nervously, “how long has it beenfor us?”
You stuttered to even try to think of a response, wonderingwhy that was important. “I-uh-It’s been two years or so together.” Your handfound his clasped upon your chest to try and soothe the nervous tension youcould feel budding within them. “Why do you ask?”
Ignis’ lips moved inward unbeknownst to you as he containedhis sigh. “Y/N, I have been…drudging up the courage to speak of wanting to domore than the pleasant talks in the evening hours when time is allowed.” Hislips moved closer to your ear as he continued onward. “Words cannot describethe euphoria that enlightens my heart day in and out at the mere touch of your graceupon my skin—even now, I’m but a meager thrall to it.” He seemed to stall,perhaps he was still embarrassed by what he wished to say even though his wordswere already hinting upon what you knew he wanted. “You’ve had the pleasurewith others, but I must confess I know nothing in how to euphorically sate yoursoul and body, but I wish to learn how if you’d give me that honor.”
You parted his embrace upon you, giving you the freedom yourequired to turn around to meet him and notice how he gazed at you in a longingway yet also timid and uncertain of where to go next. Your palms rested uponhis cheeks, trying to settle his rising anxieties in the matter as a smileformed upon your lips. “I would want nothing more than to experience such anintimate moment with you, Ignis,” you admitted in a whisper.
“What did you wish of me to do first?” he asked, cradlingyour touch there upon his features as though it gave him life still.
Your smile turned to a knowing smirk as you traveled yourgrasp to his coat and worked on removing it to reveal the leopard print shirtunderneath. “First, you have to undress me, and then we’ll go from there.”
In time, the mere light of the caravan was all that wasthere to blanket the both of you. As your lover stood, you could tell he was restlessin exposing himself in such a way but he looked to you in a form of admirationyou never saw before. Your fingertips drank in every ridge, every curve of hismuscles and skin as you moved from his chest down to his abdomen and then upand about his sides. He breathed in an excited form that showed he wanted more,and while drunk in the moment, Ignis thought to reach for your breasts, but theadvisor halted himself as his fingers curled, uncertain you’d allow him to.
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The night was quiet and enjoyed in such a fashion with thetwo of you merely resting together with only the covers to cloth you bothbeyond one another. However, you did find yourself free from Ignis’ embracewithin the hour as you heard his phone buzzing once more just there near hisclothing on the floor. Looking over your shoulder to be certain he was asleep,you pulled the covers cautiously from your nudity and tiptoed over to try andsilence his phone though still curious about that text Ignis said he was happyto ignore from earlier.
When the screen lit up just a bit, you noticed it wasGladiolus once more who was sending a casual message. Tilting your head, youunlocked the phone with ease to see the earlier conversation the two had.
Gladio (5:15 PM):Are you gonna try this time, Iggy?
Ignis (5:19 PM):I haven’t the foggiest of what I should say or even do in these sorts ofsituations. Twenty-two years old, and I’ve never had that experience like shehas…What will she think of me if I mess this up? How does one even express thedesire to be so intimate with the other…?
Gladio (5:22 PM):If she cares about you she won’t give a damn and still love you. Just tell herin private you want to try. Maybe she wants it as bad as you do—ever thought ofthat?
Ignis (5:26 PM):No…I haven’t…Mainly because she’s never brought it up before—ever. Which makes me nervous beyond allreason of a doubt that she thinks I may not be good enough for that sort ofstep with her at all..
Gladio (5:35 PM):Now you’re just being ridiculous. Do I seriously need to come down there andtell Y/N you want to try and sleep with her or what?
Ignis (5:55 PM):That is not…necessary, thank you…
Gladio (6:00 PM):Don’t be mad at me. You’ve been wanting this for months and not said anythingand then continue to beat yourself up about it. If it seriously takes mebudding in to tell her, I will if you want.
Gladio (8:56 PM):You went real quiet. Did you do it yet or what?
A part of you sputtered a laugh at the mere thought what youassumed was business was one friend trying to give a pep talk to the otherfriend about being sexual with someone they loved. Putting the phone back whereit was after silencing it a bit further under the fabric of his clothing, youventured to the bed once more to slip back in from behind to embrace Ignistightly with a kiss to his upper, bare back that faced you.
He moaned in content at the feeling of your embrace and the tenderaffection from where he was resting. Obviously, he was too exhausted to do muchelse in the moment but he was fine to take your hand and kiss upon the back of ityet again before bringing it close to his chest where his heart lay beating.
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.
Hello~ Love the fics you’ve been putting up so far thank you so much for them <3 Could I request some teacher!Ignis where he gets jealous/protective over another classmate pining over you?
A/N: Thank you,dear (and thank you for waiting). <3 I appreciate your sweet words. c: Well,I can certainly give it a try. Never written a teacher!Ignis, so this is new tome. Hopefully this sort of teacher I am about to write is the okay type. XD;
Rated: SFW
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He was one of the strongest and wittiest warriors you knew whenit came to the Crownsguard of Insomnia. Ignis knew how to grapple back anysituation into his clutches no matter how hard any of his students tried tocome at him with their best attacks or even their knowledge of certain subjectsin the classroom he had been given sanctity over in the Citadel to train newrecruits for either hunter positions or to be given the possible honor ofsomething higher under the ranks of the King or Prince themselves.
It was hard to stay focused most days. While thebattleground training was far more energizing and awoken you in the grip of theaction the classroom talks of history, elemency, beast lore…ugh, it was all sorepetitive, endless and dull.
Twiddling the end of your pencil into the desk as you triedto pay attention to your teacher (as Ignis was a supportive if not stern sort),you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Cautiously, you looked around to becertain nobody would take notice—especially Ignis—before fishing it out to takea glance at the message that had been sent your way.
Dimitrius (2:31 PM):Not getting too bored to tears by our teacher’s lecture, are you Y/N?
Scoffing to yourself you kept the phone near your lap justout of sight of Ignis before looking over your shoulder to catch the man aroundyour age sitting just in the back row diagonal from you. He was a tall one,about six feet with brown hair combed down the center, bangs hanging loosely oneither side of his face just above his jaw line with a single beaded braid thatoccasional dangled near his left cheek, a bit longer than the rest of his hairand stopped just past his chin. While clean shaven he did have a nasty scarover his left eye, leaving the orb misty in hue while the other retained itshazel green color.
The two of you hit it off rather well when you werepartnered now and again in the beginning of your training sessions when firstbeginning classes a year or so ago, but as of late it seemed Ignis was intentto keep the two of you apart and the only time you got to spend with him wasusually after class if Ignis didn’t attempt to get there first. While youenjoyed your teacher’s company after hours as well when it wasn’t dealing withclass related subjects, Dimitrius was equally enjoyable and fun to be around.
“It is so boring,” you practically mouthed to the fellowstudent, hating to talk foul about Ignis and his methods but he had a tendencyto ramble on far more than you cared for.
It looked like Dimitrius was about to respond but stoppedsuddenly and you heard why as Ignis’ ruler came snapping down on your desk tobring you back to attention. Spinning around to the loud and unforgiving sound,you removed your hands in haste with worry Ignis might strike them even if hisprecision was pretty dead on.
“Forgive me, Y/N, but am I interrupting somethingimportant?” Ignis asked, tone labored with ill amusement at being disrupted andnot having your attention.
“N-No, sir,” you responded, hating the students’ eyes wereall on you now. “I was—.”
“—Just paying attention to what I was talking about prior, Ihope,” Ignis interrupted, fixing his glasses upon the slope of his nose beforelooking back at the book he had opened before him. “So, Y/N, you can tell mewhat a duelhorn is weakest against then, correct?”
Admittedly, the last part of his lecture had become a hugeblur even before Dimitrius stole your attention away. “Umm, well…it’s…” Youwished you could cheat and maybe look at your phone for something or askDimitrius for an answer but everybody was watching your every movement.“Polearms…?” you finally departed with, looking nervously up at Ignis afterreleasing that answer.
His forehead wrinkled ever slightly as a single brow rose atthe answer. “Lucky guess, my dear,” he responded quietly as if to only allowyou the honor of hearing it. “And what else?”
Really? What else? Couldn’t he be happy with the one answer?Couldn’t he call on someone else in the classroom? Why was he picking on you sosuddenly? “And…swords?” you reluctantly responded, hand to the side of yourneck to try and massage away the stiffness. “I mean, what creature or person isimmune to swords cutting through them?”
While parts of the class found humor in that remark, Ignissighed with a shake of his head. “Shields and fire, Y/N, are also on the list.Swords do decent damage but not enough to bring down the creature in haste.Please keep your eyes and ears forward so I do not find my words falling ondeaf attention.” Just as he was about to pull away from you, Ignis opened hishand and beckoned his fingers inward as if asking for something. “Your phone,if you please?”
You wanted to fight him on that but you also didn’t want todraw attention to yourself anymore than you already had, relinquishing thephone to him with an annoyed sigh in the process.
Ignis pocketed into one of his chest pockets. “You canretrieve it once we’re done here, Y/N.”
As Ignis continued onward down the aisle talking still ofthe best way to handle duelhorns you did eventually sneak another look back atDimitrius only to have him mouth a ‘sorry’ at the predicament, feeling he wasto blame for it.
Once class was over for the day, you put away your notebookand other things within your bag before being stopped with a gentle pat on theback from your fellow classmate, Dimitrius. “You got me in trouble, you ass,”you likely jabbed with a laugh in between so as to show you weren’t venomousover the thought.
“I would have said something but he was coming right at you,Y/N,” Dimitrius whispered back before taking your hand into his. Your fingersrelaxed into his touch as the hold of his hand was far from being a friend butfelt like a quiet ask to be much more. “Hey, ummm…so I was wondering—.”
“Y/N, a word with you in private, if you please?” Ignisinterrupted from his desk.
Pulling away from Dimitrius and him as well from you, hesighed with a roll of his eyes at Ignis’ persistent behavior. “Whenever youditch the teacher, let me know. Talk to you later.”
“See ya,” you whispered back, fixing your bag over yourshoulder before heading up towards Ignis’ desk to at least ask for your phoneback. With all of the classmates out of the room, you grumbled with a hard lookat your teacher. “Well, you certainly are good at embarrassing your ‘pet’before your students, aren’t you?” It was obvious to everybody that Ignisseemed to prize you as a favorite of sorts; especially when the two of you werecaught after hours now and again. Jokes (cruel or otherwise) of sleeping withthe teacher did tend to circulate but you had never done such a thing and hadno intention of doing so. You just saw Ignis as a nice and interesting personto be around; especially when he wasn’t in ‘teacher mode’.
Ignis removed his glasses, fondling with them in his graspas he sized you up in a scolding manner from where he sat at his desk. “Sincewhen have you ever been allowed to exempt yourself from my tutelage, Y/N?” Heplaced his glasses back upon the slope of his nose, urging them better intoplace with his index and middle finger. “A shining example in terms of polearmsyou may very well be, Y/N, but if you slip your attention from the writtenword, you will forget what cause we are fighting for and what foes we may facebeyond these walls.”
“All I need is my spear,” you insisted with a wave of yourhand, dismissing the thought that he couldn’t at least be supportive of yourhard work on the field. “And my phone, if you’d be so kind?” Outstretching yourhand, you waited for him to release it to you.
His eyes seemed to narrow at you, unimpressed at somethingyou departed with. However, he did dig into his pocket and pull out your cellto hand over to you as you requested. “Just know that…I care a lot about you,Y/N, and if you were to fall on the battlefield before my eyes, I do not thinkI could escape the blanket of blame I would coil myself within.”
“There are no daemons inside the walls, Ignis,” youinsisted, looking through your phone first to be certain nothing important wassent your way during those hours without it.
“We will be upon the battlefield in time as we have toremain vigilant in terms of what we are up against should the Empire everattack as they are no stranger to using the beasts in their battles,” Ignisreminded you. When you remained fixated on your phone, ignoring him, you heardthe ever faint sound of leather tightening as his gloved hands moved into afist of annoyance upon his desk. “Dimitrius has your attention far better thanI it seems, even when vacant from the classroom.”
Hearing the awkward hurt in his tone, you huffed as youpocketed your phone with a tilt of your head. “Ignis—where the hell is thatcoming from?”
“Y/N, I’ve seen the way you two behave when in my presence.It seems I am but a memory when he’s around and your focus is far moreattentive on his own belligerent behavior,” he chastised out of jealousy.
“Ignis!” you responded heatedly, hands slamming down on the woodensurface you were casually leaning against in upset he would say that aboutsomeone you cared for. “He’s not belligerent!”
“He acts irrationally during the physical aspects oftraining, has nearly endangered you and other members on his team with hisreckless behavior, and has gotten that scar on his features from acting withoutmy guidance when we went outside the Wall to train on the actual field,” Ignisrecalled to you, jogging your memory of the times Dimitrius seemed to be moreintent to show off than actually participate at times.
“He does that because he’s worried about us, and he just wantsto prove himself,” you insisted, standing in Dimitrius’ corner. “I know therehave been several times you’ve even put him in his place and seemed to enjoy init too. You are not immune to being belligerent at times!”
The advisor to the Prince seemed cross with your response tostand by his side still. “He is not worthy of you, Y/N!”
Seemed the last part accidentally parted from Ignis’ lips ashe recoiled at his own choice of wording just as you had. “Wha…What…?” youasked softly, wondering if you did indeed hear that right.
Again, Ignis removed his glasses and pinched the space withhis other hand as if to relax a headache that had triggered in him. “Y/N…” Himsaying your name alone was heavy, as though the single word was difficult forhim to even part with. “…I would like to hope that I have some room for errorwhen it comes to the attentiveness of your heart.” You jerked your head backbut was hardly able to move your body as Ignis’ hand found yours to hold it ina manner that it too felt different than before. “When I fight with you—evenagainst you—it is as though we are one, dancing in perfect synergy that nobodyelse can match. You know what I require in terms of aid as I do you if notbetter than you do me, if I may so boldly state.” His glasses found rest uponthe slope of his nose yet again. “Duties occupy my time heavily as of late,leaving me with my thoughts of you and how I know I’ll regret everything if Ido not speak up sooner in regards to my emotions about all of this.”
When the heat upon your cheeks became evident, you did yourbest to try and ignore it and pass it away with a playful response. “You know,if you want to kiss me, Iggy, just say so.”
But it seemed he was more a man of action than youremembered. The chair scraping violently against the floor after your wittyremark, Ignis took to his feet to lean across the desk and usher your lipsagainst his. Your heart felt like it stalled in your chest at the suddenreaction, eyes wide as you couldn’t believe he would actually follow throughwith it. It was a simple kiss, nothing too sensual but one that was expressiveenough to tell you that he loved you far more than you had realized as itlingered for you to taste of his want and feed on the desire of.
I saw a prompt from a prompts list you reblogged a long time ago which was "Come over and make me then". Could you write it (NSFW) with older!Ignis (alt. verse) x fem!reader?
A/N: I would behappy to, dear. I am sorry it took me awhile. <3
As a reminder: people are welcome to offer requests andideas but my personal projects and commissioners are always a priority, soplease do not expect these to be filled right away. I see requests as superhelpful with testing myself and my ability as a writer and they are greatwarm-up exercises. If you don’t know what to suggest, there is always the loveletters or you can search under my meme tag and finddrabble prompts to use varying from SFW, NSFW to even kink heavy, I am sure.
Art is mine so please do not use or take without my permission. C’: Enjoy.
Rated: This story has been edited and can be found unedited on AO3 under my pen name Oreana!
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Trying to power down for evenings was always a challenge.Honestly, if it weren’t for work and other responsibilities you had, you wouldbe just fine at the very thought of staying up as late as possible enjoyingvideo games and other activities that could continue well into the twilighthours. However, the roommate that you decided to bunk with and offer your heartto was always keen on early rises and rest with all things considered.
Ignis was hardly into video games. He would watch you playwhile reading up on a few things or cooking dinner, but his comments wereusually the same in regards to finding nothing entertaining about what wasbefore him on the screen.
“All you do is complain,” you jabbed lightheartedly whilecontinuing with the video game you plugged in to enjoy for the evening.
“And all you do is waste your time with…whatever thisnonsense is,” Ignis responded, gesturing to the screen across from where he hadjoined you there on the sofa, an Ebony in hand for the evening as well as somebook he had been reading for the last several days.
“Well, I happen to enjoy this nonsense, thank you,” youanswered with a smirk at his annoyance. Behaving around him probably made Ignissigh in relief but frustrating the advisor was ten times more enjoyable if youwere to be honest.
Ignis’ eyes rolled to the side, closing the book in hishands when he noted the time before finding it within him to nudge you gentlywith the back of his hand. “It is best you save and turn it off. It is late,and we have an early start tomorrow, Y/N.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you murmured as if to wave away his insistenceon the matter.
The advisor gave you a disapproving yet playful expressionas you tried to undermine him in the matter. “Don’t sass me, love. You alwayssay these things, going to bed late and then waking up to the point I have todrag you into the shower.” He gestured once more from you to the TV screen.“Turn it off and let’s get to bed.”
A groan passed your lips as you let the controller fall toyour lap. “C’mon, Iggy,” you whined, looking to him pleadingly in the eyes.“Just at least ten more minutes?”
His response was rather firm in the matter. “No.”
Your shoulders slumped forwards, trying to find a middleground you could be content with. “Five minutes then! C’mon, five more minutesisn’t going to hurt anything.”
Ignis moved his fingers to his forehead, massaging a headachehe no doubt could feel coming at trying to get you to do anything. “Fivemore minutes, darling,” he insisted, stressing the number so you wouldn’t thinkto fight him on it later. The advisor to the crown took to his feet, moving tothe nearby trashcan to dump the empty can of Ebony into it in passing. “I amgoing to get ready for bed, and you better have this game turned off and thelights as well before I am through.”
“Uh hu.” You were more into what was on the screen than whatIgnis was trying to tell you, really, but you knew he was used to it by now.Every night was a challenge just as every morning could be as well.
Ignis did indeed move down the nearby hall and to thebedroom to get ready, you saw that from just the periphery of your vision. Asfate would see to it, the five minutes felt more like five seconds and Ignis reappeareda minute after to notice you were still very much into the game you wereplaying and nowhere near the very thought of stopping.
“Y/N,” Ignis began in a scolding tone, arms crossed upon hischest where he stood in a sleeveless t-shirt he often wore to bed, black incolor with gray pajama pants.
“Ignis,” you groaned right back, hoping if you ignored himmaybe he would let you play in peace as he sometimes did whenever hesurrendered.
“Y/N, you said to give you five minutes, and that time haspassed,” the advisor reminded you, jabbing down to the floor in annoyance that youwere intent to ignore him. It was odd, really. He was never this demanding interms of trying to get you to bed before—it was as though he wanted somethingthat he wasn’t telling you about.
Pausing the game, you glanced over at Ignis with a raise ofyour brow. “Does my being late to bed really upset you this much? Do I disturbyour sleeping or something when I get in bed after you?”
The advisor sighed, looking away while taking the time toremove his glasses completely from where the resided upon the slope of hisnose. “Not at all, really—.”
“Then why so upset about me just playing a bit more? If I amtired tomorrow then let me worry about it.” You turned, noting the time on yourphone being a bit earlier than usual anyways. “Besides, it’s only a littleafter nine. I can manage just fine for another hour.”
Another sigh of exasperation escaped Ignis as he fondledwith the glasses in his possession before placing them on the kitchen counternearby. “I was hoping to…explore other options for a moment before bed with youif you’d be so gracious to join me,” he explained albeit a bit nervously as hewas never one to truly come out and express his wants or needs, only physicallyshow what he needed with a simple look, a gesture, or even a kiss to insinuatehe wanted more than that. “Otherwise, you’re free to stay up as you wishenjoying the game if you find it more preferable over me and my company.”
The hurt in his voice made you laugh quietly as if stunnedhe’d think a game would be more enjoyable than him. “If you want me to shutdown the game and come play with you in bed…” You paused, shrugging your shoulderslooking from the TV back to him. “…come over and make me then.”
Ignis accepted the challenge, taking to the remote andturning the television off so that you would have no other option but to shutdown the console unless you wanted to fight him for the remote and the right toturn it back on. But to be honest, given how needy he was being, you didn’tcare to put up a fight. You just saved so no progress would be lost and it wasin that moment you let him even power down the console for you before theadvisor moved to where you sat.
{EDITED}
Chest heaving from the aftermath of his love, you turned toacknowledge he was burying his nose against the nook of your neck to findcomfort and relief there, his own panting moans sending a shiver of delight upyour spine as they caressed your skin. “Feel better now…?” you asked playfully,fingers touching the corner of his lips before moving them onward to his hairto pull back the curtain of tresses and get a better view of his eyes.
“If…you let me stay in this embrace during the eveninghours, Y/N…” Ignis paused, groping for your hand to bring your knuckles to hislips to which he kissed. “…I will consider myself forever sated a bit more.”
What's Ignis reaction at his lover wearing the Ring of Lucii to protect him from Ardyn, and eventually losing her life?
Rated: SFW
Warnings: Character death
Words: 1,330
Had he the strength, he would have stopped you—a moment thatIgnis had damned himself for not doing properly by his voice alone. Regardless,it carried not the same weight as if he were the one physically beside you tohalt such a reckless action. The sight of your body near turning to ash beforehis very eyes as you occupied and struck upon Ardyn, the horrific screams ofpain as you adjusted to the ring’s powers, it came to a moment where Igniscould bear it no longer and to halt the appalling vision, tore himself free ofhis oppressors with tears of anguish blinding his vision as he unleashed hisfury to try and get to you.
“Your actions are dreadfully misguided, my dear,” spokeArdyn in a very drab tone at your attacks on him as even with the Ring of theLucii in place you were hardly fit enough to overpower him as one would havehoped. While his counterstrikes were painful, you noticed not a single one asthe ring itself was practically tearing you asunder as it were. “All you do isdelay the inevitable for you both.”
Your teeth bared, you swung your weapon valiantly at themadman only to have him move from the oncoming decorative blade as if expectingit. Even as your body threatened to crash underneath you, relentlessly youcontinued. “I won’t let you hurt him!” you threatened, digging into your pocketto try and reach for a tonic to make it easier to continue as you could feel yourbody attempting to give out, but in the heat of the moment, your fingersfumbled and Ardyn found the perfect moment in which to strike and bring you to yourside.
Feeling the cold chill of the ground brought you momentarilyback to yourself as the world grew hazy all about your failing senses. Youcould hear the echoing of Ardyn’s approaching footsteps and as you tasted theblooded bile in your mouth, you acknowledged his ever looming presence as hewhirled a dagger in his hand casually as if striking you down was merely but aside quest to bigger things.
That ever prevalent smug grin clung to his lips like a badhabit as he squatted before you. “I am afraid this is over, Y/N. Brilliantshow, I must say, but all good things come to an ever so tragic end,” Ardynteased in a theatrically manner as that grin turned to a malicious smile whilereadying the killing blow just above his head.
Closing your eyes, you waited for the moment his weaponwould find your heart only to hear as one angrily struck the ground between youand your looming threat. Opening your eyes you noted Ignis standing a few feetaway in a furious stance as he had let loose one of his elemental daggers totry and strike the unsuspecting Ardyn only to watch as it easily missed as theman hadn’t unaccounted for the advisor being nearby and was alert to his backsidemuch to Ignis’ dismay. Seemed Ignis too took this into account as the blade wasintentionally thrown with less energy to be sure it didn’t strike you in theprocess should the villain move.
“Oh, the ever valiant hero has come to his dear’s rescue?” Ardynteased as he removed his hat, placing it upon his chest and mockingly bowing atIgnis as though he were some knight of nobility in the act.
Ignis continued to snarl in a sort of painful fury you’dnever had the chance of seeing before as he re-summoned the dagger back intohis possession, lunging at Ardyn with a furious howl in the process only tomiss no thanks in kind to his lack of poise given the moment and what he had tobear witness to. You yourself felt your heart nearly stop dead in your chestwhen the vile man appeared right beside Ignis, you fearing a dagger going tohis chest as Ardyn had the opportunity.
“Your damsel awaits,” he hissed in wicked delight nearIgnis’ ear before placing his hand on the advisor’s shoulder and sending him tothe floor with a release of his power, easily catching Ignis off guard andprompting him to fall forward to his hands and knees. Scurrying to his feetregardless of the pain Ignis’ own body was going through, Ardyn backed awaywith an unimpressed look upon his features. Again, the man teleported with easeaway from Ignis’ oncoming assault. “Oh, don’t focus on me, ol’ boy.” Here, hepointed to where you lie in wait. “I was being quite fair in giving you amoment alone with your wilting flower.”
Trying to choose between revenge for you and the need to bethere in what could be your last moment was an inner struggle that only lastedfor a mere second as Ignis dispelled his weapons and hurried to your side.“Y/N!” he shouted his voice but a fading memory as you struggled to remain onEos, Ardyn departing the scene with a rather ‘ta-ta’ sort of gesture.
As Ignis moved you cautiously into his arms, your eyesfluttered open at his constant beckoning your name to plead with you to staywith him. Eyes lidded and looking off at the distance at nothing in particularyou felt the warmth of him the moment your cheek laid to rest upon his chest. Hispresence was ever welcome in the darkening circle that begun to get evertighter about you. “You…You’re so warm…” you whispered regardless of howpainful it was to even speak.
The Ring of the Lucii removed in haste, you hadn’t takennote of it even if Ignis was feverishly trying to pull it from your decayinggrasp. “Don’t you dare speak of such ill fated words, Y/N!” he insisted in apainful rush of words as he dropped the trinket of the royal family to theside. Ignis moved more into the view of your closing eyes, trying to force yourattention to him though even you could feel your body dying all around you.“You’re going to be fine!” Again, Ignis painfully sneered at Ardyn provokingthis from you. “I am going to take your blade and see to it that it is the lastthing he feels in his wretched form should you be unfit to do so yourself…!”
The thought made you smile (even if painful to do so), yourwithering form collapsing upon Ignis’ chest all the more. You felt his holdtighten only to loosen when you expressed agony in his doing so. The welcomingwarmth of his hand soon found the chillful death of yours and even the simpleidea of moving your fingers to embrace his was too much, so you merely let itlay to waste as it were in his touch of paradise. “If dying means…I get tospend it in your arms…” With what strength you had, you smiled all the more ashis heartbeat felt as though it were resonating louder in your ear. “…I willembrace my fate with open arms…and the thought…I will one day embrace you inthe warm reaches of death…and our new life together…”
“No,” Ignis quivered painfully, the feel of his tearsgracing your skin and even given your body some small fragment of hydration andlife when you accidentally tasted of them. “You can’t leave me, Y/N…! The godscouldn’t possibly be so cruel…! I love you—does that not account for somethingin this wretched world!” His tone went from a trembling upset to a sort ofanger he couldn’t keep at bay as he expressed himself through his clenchedteeth.
It was then you could no longer keep yourself together foreven your lover’s sake. As you slumped yet again against his body, your soul hadalready departed before your body fell to ash…slipping through Ignis’ touchlike sands in an hourglass. Not a body to bury, merely your weapon lie in yourwake to the life after—possibly the device he hoped to use as revenge againstthe man who stole you from him.
Ignis: “My, my, Darling, aren’t you fun to kiss. I hate to sound so forward, but would you be opposed if I indulged myself again? I don’t know how long I can hold myself back knowing the effect you have on me.” This could be a prompt. This could be something you just throw away. IDC. Just thought I’d share some lovely Ignis thoughts with you today. 😉🤗
A/N: **Wigglesbrow seductively** It could indeed. ;) And I always appreciate any and alllovely Ignis thoughts. ;^;
Rated: This story has been edited and can be found unedited on AO3 under my pen name Oreana! The file is part of an Ignis Scientia drabble list!
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His embrace was a treasure, a secure warmth from the rest ofthe unforgiving world around you. The mere melodic rhythm of his heart againstyour ear was kind and tender in its gentle whisperings to you when you wouldlie to rest upon the advisor. Ignis’ kisses were kind and attentive no matterwhere they gave rise to your heartbeat and love.
Some were upon the back of your hand from time to time as heexpressed his devotion to you and how he felt blessed to be the one to handleand care for your heart, body, and soul. Others upon the top of your head whenmerely in his embrace reading or watching a movie together, followed by theoccasional squeeze of his hand upon either your own touch or your uppershoulder. The ones, however, you truly enjoyed, were the ones that let loose anuncontrollable fire of intimacy within your core when Ignis bravely touchedupon your lips with his own, ushering you into a feverish yet lucid paced danceof tasting of what you had to offer with not merely a single peck of a kiss buttongue in unison.
He was very reserved in such moments, if you were to be truthfulabout it. Never did the advisor wish to impose such intimacy without yourencouragement or the few moments he himself initiated it alone. He had becomevery transparent whenever he mutely asked for such a cherished time together.
If Ignis were resting his cheek upon the top of your head hewould shift ever affectionately, his tender statement to ask for a more deepermeaning to kiss you finding rest upon your cheek. His eyes, you would easilysee from the corner of your vision as if wishing you to comply by eitherlooking to him or humoring him by returning your own tender declaration uponhis lips or skin in kind. Should you turn to do either such thing, Ignis wouldlay to rest his nose near the slope of your own with the serene embrace of hisbreath caressing your form before his lips beckoned to yours yet again bymerely touching the outer area of them as if to incur a smile and express hissubmission in the matter that violently ran in his mind.
You would turn to the ever beckoning warmth of his breathenticing you to submission yourself as you would comply with the feverish andaffectionate act gracing the ever loving entrance of where he drew breath andspoke such tender fondness to you daily.
Such simple noises, touches, and tastes seemed to alwaysgive way to this personal arousal in that act—even such that would beconsidered mundane if heard out of context from said act.
In the silence of the room, the mere moaning of the sofa asIgnis moved closer to you to excite your heartbeat in the loving kiss wouldusher a wilder pace from you. The mere moan of his satisfaction in having youto himself and savoring every second of divinity, the kindhearted manner inwhich his gloved fingers lightly pressed upon your cheek to keep you in hispossession, and the sound of leather shifting at every single movement theadvisor made all worked in unison to toy with your budding lust and love forhim in a single, sensual performance.
The thick of his tongue was but a welcoming blanket to yourown as you fell under the weight of intoxication just from the fillingsweetness that made a forbiddingly sweeter concoction when mixed with your ownwarmth. Ignis cared not what you did or how you did it—passing no judgmentwhatsoever on you and your methods in pleasuring him in such a moment. Ifanything, your sensual connection alone enticed him to be more forward,feverish as his muffled moans quickened and became more vocal in time just bythe charming and ever attentive flick of his tongue upon your own.
Lips parting from the erotic dance with yours, retractingthe wet muscle from your mouth and breaking the saliva that bridged to you both,you would peer into his green, lidded eyes (weighed by want of more). “My, my,darling,” Ignis began in a labored, excited tone, the side of his index finger carryingthe weight of your chin to hold your focus, “aren’t you fun to kiss? I hate tosound so forward, but would you be opposed if I indulged myself again? I don’tknow how long I can hold myself back knowing the effect you have on me.”
Your hands and your head upon his chest, you would findsatisfaction in his encouragement and thirst for more. “Do as you wish, Ignis,”you whispered, voice harboring its own sentiment for more.
I was wondering if you could please write some sort of sequel to that drabble where the reader goes to Ignis' place after being kicked out by her boyfriend? Something like she stays at his place for much longer than planned and eventually they fall in love and just... kiss?😂❤
A/N: I thank youfor waiting, my dear. I’d be happy to try and do something like that for you.c:
Rating: SFW
Warnings: None
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>>INeed a Place to Stay<<
When the day came that Ignis swore he would go and fetch therest of your belongings from your ex’s apartment, you couldn’t help but benervous. Vehemently, you begged to go along with him to be sure nothing badwould come of it, but he wouldn’t allow you to. His excuses in the matter wasthat he didn’t wish of you to see a dreadful part of him that he might unleashas well as the very idea of what he could accidentally say or do if the former manin your life did anything vile and uncalled for at you.
In the privacy of his living room, you tried to find comfortin a few app games you had on your phone or even just surfing the net but thatdid little to calm your rising anxieties in the matter. If Ignis came back withso much as a scratch on him, you swore you wouldn’t hesitate to go out the doorand tear into your former lover if you had to…
The sound of the doorknob wiggling open caught yourattention in time and brought you quickly to your feet, prompting you to turnoff your phone and hurry to the small hallway to meet Ignis there at the door.Opening it further, Ignis nudged it gently with his side as he pulled asuitcase full of your belongings (you could only assume) with him.
“Do you need help?” you asked, moving to try and aid himanyways with your hand on the handle nearest you. “Are you alright? Did it gookay?” Without being obvious, you did your best to search his face for any signof a scuffle that might have taken place off screen.
Ignis waved away your words in a loving manner as he pulled therest of the belongings into the safety of his apartment before shutting thedoor behind him. “It went just fine, and let me handle this, Y/N. I was a bitunprepared by how much you truly had at his place.” He stood to attention,moving his glasses up the slope of his nose. “I must confess that my trust inthat man is misplaced, so I would feel more at ease if you looked througheverything and made sure it was all there.”
“Mine too,” you sighed wondering what you saw in him tobegin with. Again, you went right back for the luggage Ignis was hauling aroundon your behalf. “But here, let me help you at least.” It was far heavier thanyou anticipated, probably meaning your ex kept his word and put everything inthe suitcase.
When Ignis saw you struggle, he gently tapped upon yourshoulder as if to urge you away. “Go sit down, Y/N. I’ll be fine on my own.I’ve handled it this far.”
You puffed your cheeks at his stubborn behavior beforerelenting. It was impossible to fight with the man but at least with Ignistrying to get him to change his mind about something was far different thantrying to confront or change the mind of your ex-boyfriend. Heading back to theliving room, you took a seat and waited for the suitcase to be dragged intoview for you to open and rifle through.
“Whose suitcase is this by the way?” you asked, notrecognizing it as yours or having seen it around your former lover’s place.Your hands came across a few personals when you opened it, making you blush anddoing your best to hide that from view of the advisor though he probably got agood look at everything when trying to neatly pack it away.
“Mine,” answered the advisor as he sat down beside you to becertain everything was as it should be. “I figured he wouldn’t depart with oneof his own, and I wouldn’t want him to regardless as the less time he hasaround you, I feel more at ease; also, I assumed you wouldn’t have one either,so I took one of my own.” His hands rested firmly on his thighs while sittingto attention. “Well?” Ignis pried after a moment or two of silence. “Everythingin order?”
You smiled, nodding your head. “As far as I am aware unlessI am that brain-dead from the past few hours,” you teased, shutting theluggage. “However, it is a bit embarrassing to know you handled my underwearfor my sake.” You blushed once more at the very thought, scratching your cheekwith your index finger.
Ignis’ laugh rumbled in his throat, his hands shrugging on thetop of his thighs from where they were placed. “If it makes you feel any atease, my dear, I’ve handled his Highness’ undergarments before to wash whenneeded. Perhaps not the same, but I’ve dealt with delicates so to say.”
You refrained from the idea of being playful and asking ifthere was one he liked the most, merely smiling your appreciation beforevoicing it. “Thanks, Iggy.”
He nodded at your gratitude. “My pleasure.” Ignis took backto his feet, straightening his coat in the process. “Care for some coffee?”
You continued to mull over your clothing, still debating onwhere you’d go now. “Sure,” you replied, mind heavy with thought. To be honest,you hadn’t really hadn’t anywhere else to go after that confrontation with yourex. You assumed to be with him for awhile even if the both of you had aturbulent moment now and again, so you never truly planned ahead. Ignis waswilling to let you stay, but you hated feeling like an inconvenience for him.Your mind had been all over the place you hadn’t realized that Ignis was soonstanding before you once more with a mug in front of you to take. “Oh,sorry—thank you.”
“Something the matter?” Ignis pried as he took to his owncup before rejoining you on the sofa.
You shook your head with a nasally sigh. “I just hate I havenowhere to go,” you grumbled, rubbing your upper arms as your elbows found restupon your legs. “That was kind of my last hope for the time being, you know? Idon’t want to and can’t go back to my parent’s place after all was said anddone, and trying to make enough to afford my own rent alone is almost out of thequestion for me right now.”
Ignis’ green eyes darted away, listening to your problemswhile enjoying in a long sip of his coffee. “Mm, I did say you could stay hereas long as you liked or needed, Y/N,” he reminded you, his thumb casually doingaway with a bit of coffee that attempted to stain his mug.
“And that’s very kind, but I hate the idea of living hereand not giving you anything in return, Ignis,” you sighed in regret, feelinglike such a leech in that regard.
He shrugged his brow as if trying to think of a response tothat to put you more at ease. “I cannot say I want or desire anything inreturn, my dear, but, umm…” Ignis’ voice stalled, scratching a minor itch nearhis mouth or perhaps to stall his response further as his mind raced with personalthoughts he wouldn’t give you the pleasure of hearing. A small sigh escaped himin the quiet of the room as the advisor attempted to relax. “If you wish, youcan pay me rent, or I can try and find another place that’s a bit more suitablefor two people than just myself.”
Your eyes widened and your heart quickened at the gesture.He was a kind and giving person, but you didn’t expect he would go that farwith it. “I-Ignis, I couldn’t ask of you to pack up and leave to find somethingelse for us both just because I’ve nowhere to go.”
“It would hardly be a problem as most places here are sobecause of workers in the Citadel,” reminded the advisor. “I would easily havea spot no matter what because of my own calling to Noct. I just cannot allowsomeone to be here without at least the tenants knowing of it. I could get introuble for that.”
“Then I should leave!” you panicked, not wishing to getIgnis kicked out of his own place or in trouble.
“No—!” he accidentally shouted but cleared his throatshortly after to calm himself. “No, no, no,” Ignis went onward a bit morequietly, urging you to be still with his hand on yours. “It’s quite alright,Y/N. As long as they’re aware you’re living here with me and it’s not viewed ashiding anything from anybody, then it should be fine.”
Your fingers curled under the gentle, leathery touch of hisglove he wore. You weren’t sure if it was intentional or not, but his thumbwould tenderly stroke the skin of your hand as if to be reassuring but it alsofelt of a foreign nature coming from him—like he was mutely trying to expresshimself in a more romantic manner. However, that could all be in your head, soyou didn’t address it. “Umm, well…I mean…” Words were failing you. “Just,uh…give me a bit longer to get things straightened up, and I can probably be onmy way in time.”
“I see,” Ignis responded, almost sounding disappointed inthe answer as he retracted his touch slowly from your own. “If there’s anythingyou require from me to aid you then please let me know. You’ll have my support,Y/N.”
Hearing him being so kind in the matter raised your spiritsand doused the fire of your worries. “I appreciate that, hon.” You were so fullof relief that you wouldn’t be living on the streets that you couldn’t help butat least put your coffee down on the nearby coffee table and move to wrap yourarms boldly about his neck to substitute as a thank you hug.
The advisor did seem to tense a bit as if not expecting theact but shortly after, he responded in kind with his arm giving you a partialembrace in return. You could say ‘thank you’ again, but you felt that would berepetitive by this point and just left things as they were in that simple embrace.
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Seemed finding a place to stay by yourself was hardly in thecards for you as you looked tirelessly for such an alternative day in and dayout when work didn’t have you pulled away. The task of just doing so left youso draining some days you’d find yourself passed out on the sofa some mornings(especially on your off hours), only to wake and find a tasseled blanket drapedover you if Ignis happened to be nearby or dropped in to check up on things. Sometimesit would just be the blanket and other times it would be with a small dish ofsome pastries he was working on set off to the side on the nearby table for youto enjoy.
It was always so new either way…You never got such kindnessin the degrading parts of your relationship with your former boyfriend. Ifanything, you sometimes woke in worry he’d be calling you lazy, yelling about somemess you had no control over or something to that effect. With Ignis, it wasalways quiet and he never once showed he was angry or annoyed by anything youdid. Often times, you had to be sure he wasn’t just hiding it as you felt youweren’t that infallible.
His responses were usually the same—he just found you andthe company enjoyable.
However, the feelings of failure and doubt in regards tobeing able to handle finding a place on your own would overwhelm you at timesand drive you into a silent crying fit as you didn’t want to bother Ignis withyour troubles when he worked so hard on caring for Prince Noctis. Seemed therewas a moment you fell asleep on the sofa doing so, unbeknownst to you, as youheard Ignis’ voice frantically yet softly trying to rouse you from your sleepthat day.
“Y/N…!” Ignis called again, finding reprieve that your eyesopened after awhile of his attempts to get you to wake up. “Are you alright?”
His concerned tone made you curious what was wrong until youfelt the dampness on your cheeks to which you tried to wearily wipe away theevidence in your upset. “Y-Yeah…I’m fine,” you lied horribly, sniffling backyour obvious upset.
Ignis dug into his pocket for a handkerchief he kept on him(apparently) and began to assist you in wiping away the salty tears. “You’recrying as though you were enduring a nightmare. I was startled, thinking you tobe in pain. Are you feeling okay?”
You sighed, sitting upright to try and not break down cryingagain at the matter that kept plaguing you for awhile now. “I guess my ownliving nightmare is that I cannot find a place to stay with the job I have.Everything is so stupidly expensive unless I want to live in the slums of thiscity…”
“Perish the thought of that,” spoke Ignis quickly as he tookto the seat next to you in a hurry, offering for you to take the fabric heowned if you wished to dab away at your own tears.
You accepted it but the intricately woven fabric ended upbundled in your hands in frustration. “Why does adult life have to suck sohard?” you bemoaned, lowering your head in defeat. “I feel like no matter whatI do, I am running in circles, and the guy who said he loved me years agotreated me as a problem from the moment I moved in with him…Like I was worthnothing when I thought I meant everything to him…”
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Ignis’ hand curl inhesitation of something before finding the courage to take your own within his.His gloved hand sweetly cradled your skin and when he found the moment to, theadvisor slipped his fingers through the divide of yours in a sort of act henever had done before. It brought your teary expression to a slight rise,looking to him with your hair disheveled from resting on the sofa. You wantedto ask what was on his mind but before you could, Ignis acted on impulse andmoved quickly with his lips upon yours to stall the thought.
Eyes widening, your heart fluttered to an aggressive beat asthe warmth of his breath filled your lungs followed by the gentle touch of hisfingertips upon your cheek with the hand he had free. For whatever reason, thetears you did your best to keep at bay after your quiet outburst began to crawldown your cheeks all the more—the feeling of actual love for the first time inforever startled you. It was something so foreign that it oddly made you a bitsaddened to realize how starved you were without it from the last person youwere with.
When you felt Ignis about to pull away (perhaps out of worryhe may have overstepped himself), you kept him firm with your hands upon hisshoulders and urged yourself closer to him with your tongue boldly sampling thesweet warmth of his breath and the ever tantalizing nectar of saliva that madeyou drunk on the tantalizing taste when your tongue caressed his in kind. Hismoan was muffled in your throat as your fingers curled against the fabric ofhis clothing, urging him closer to where you could embarrassingly fall upon hischest to find comfort away from whatever look he could give you when breakingthe string of saliva that connected your intimate moment that had gotten thebetter of you.
He was quiet and that didn’t help much, but you yourselflacked the words to speak in regards to your actions and so you kept to yourrefuge there in his arms. Your ear was close to his heart and it was there inthe stillness of the room that you heard it thump again and again—excited,obviously, from the act before. However, the gentle moaning of the sofa as theadvisor slightly adjusted himself to bring you in a tighter and warmer embracedid little to show he was that excitable…merely his heart gave him away.
“Y/N…”
Hearing your name made your throat dry and your hold uponhis clothing tighten as if desperate to remain untouched by any harm. Even ifit was breathed out in a sort of moaning sigh, you worried of what Ignis maysay next yet intrigued as you had to remind yourself he initiated the kiss.
“…The world is cruel to those who do not deserve it,” hespoke as if from experience, he sweetly caressing the back of your head to calmyou further. “However…I would be further unkind to either of us if I didn’tspeak my mind and tell you that I love you, Y/N.”
Hearing those words made your fingers clench upon hisdecorative outfit all the more. “Eh…?”
Ignis’ lips buried within your hair as you felt his chestexpand and press against your cheek and hold upon his clothing in a sort ofsigh that demanded strength from himself. “Y/N,” he began again, tone as gentleand loving as the last time, “I would want nothing more but for you to staywith me and just…just let me love you as you deserve.”
Regardless of how pathetic you felt you looked, you pulledback from the embrace you were in earlier to look upward at the advisor with asomber expression as if wondering if he truly meant what he said. Your bodyquivering as was each breath that tried to escape you, you placed your handupon the back of his neck and urged him closer to merely let your foreheadsrest against one another, the feel of his nose lightly stroking your skin uponyour features as you started into his eyes.
Ignis did in turn and as his green sight shifted back andforth in a form of worry and need for your reply, you could see there was nomalice or wicked intent—merely a man fretfully looking at you as though whatyou could say next could break him.
“I would want nothing more, Ignis,” you answered, fallinginto the comfort of his arms once more as you embraced him tightly as a meansof a mixture of things—to thank him, to comfort him, and to say in your own wayyou loved and appreciated him too.
