#ignis fanfic

[ladtheove-art]

I based this one on my fanfic “IGNIS” just with long haired Jason cause I love him with long hair. ✨

[crystaline323]

Are people still interested in FFXV fanfic? And specifically Ignis x Reader fanfic? I'm writing one and I'm not sure anyone will actually read it.

[afaye1999]

Merry Christmas [A Chocobro Christmas Special]

Prompto's is done so next up would be Ignis. Small warning for slight cussing.

Also this one isn't all that great and I'm sorry if he's completely OOC.

Merry Christmas : Ignis

It was always hectic around this time of year. This time of year being Christmas of course, but this specific Christmas was even more hectic than any other past christmas.

Why?

Because you and the prince had decided to make your favorite, spectical wearing, prince advising, boyfriend the best Christmas dinner of his life.

Noctis sat across from you, his forehead pressed against the counter as you violently chopped away at a few vegetables.

"Can you not chop so loudly? My head hurts.." The prince had groaned and wrapped his arms around his messy raven haired head.

You just shot a quick glare in response to his request and added the vegetables into a large bowl you had set out.

"You know, it'd be great if you actually helped like you said you would." You muttered as you started to peel a potato.

Noctis mimicked you like a child would and made his way over to help.

"I'm going to check on Ignis." You said taking off the apron and head towards the back of the apartment.

Ignis hadn't been feeling too well lately and has been suffering from terrible migranes. You lightly tapped on the door and opened it to find him fixing the final button on his shirt.

"Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?" You asked as you quietly shut the door behind you.

"Better actually." He said as he gave you a quick peck on the lips and a warm smile. "Can you help me find my glasses? I've seemed to misplace them."

You walked over towards the nightstand on your side of the bed and quickly retrieved them. As you started to place them on his face a loud thud coming from the kitchen had startled both you and Ignis.

"What in bloody hell was that?!" Ignis somewhat shouted. He quickly took his glasses from you and made his way out the door.

"Ignis wai- damn it." You said chasing after him. 

When you arrived Ignis's expression was priceless and your mouth was slightly agape. There on the kitchen floor was Noctis, covered in the thing he hates most, vegetables.

"What in the gods names are you doing your higness?!" He said helping him up and brushing a few carrot slices off of him. Ignis looked at you for an answer.

"Merry Christmas..?" You and the prince said at the same time, rubbing the back of your necks.

Ignis narrowed his eyes at you causing you to slump down.

"I wanted to make you dinner and Noctis offered to help..."

You could hear the advisor chuckle as he fixed his glasses. "[Y/N], darling, why don't you leave the cooking to me will you?"

You nodded your head yes as you went to hug Ignis, giving him a small, but sweet kiss as you did so.

"Thank the gods, can I go back to sleep now?" Noctis whined as he pulled out another vegetable from his hair and you both laughed.

-The End-

This one was short and I'm sorry for that. I didn't realise how difficult it would be to write for everyone lol

Well, Two down, two more to go!

Hope you enjoyed. Don't be afriad to reblog or leave feedback and let me know what you thought.

-1.7 pages, 572 words-

[airlea-sicarius]

A Winter’s Tale - Ignis x Audacia - 3rd December

Genre: Angst

Words: 2, 571

This is set before IUDV so no spoilers here! Gotta say, this is my favourite Christmas Song. XD Oops.

Song: A Winter’s Tale - David Essex

Tagging: @jojopitcher @bluefirefox23  @neko-otaku13 @insomniasix @honeybeelily @furumiakiyuki @perimmaster @amicitonia @miss-scientia @cerasusazule

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Ignis woke to the dawn chorus, birds chirping happily as the freezing temperatures began to stabilise with the coming of the dawn. It was early, dark and cold. He turned in bed, expecting to see a brunette beauty by his side.

But there was none.

Where she would lay was cold, empty.... a great sadness. He frowned as he sat up, bringing his spectacles up to his face, placing them onto his nose. The thin plastic encased metal was cold upon his skin, numbing the small amount of sadness that had began to brew within the past few seconds.

Yet he still felt...empty. That was the only way he could describe it. It was.... an ominous feeling: bizarre, but completely foreboding. He hated it. It made him... uncertain, not knowing what to do with himself. He felt as cold inside as the outside world, dark and streets empty of people.

He slid out of bed, padding across to the chest of drawers. He picked out his clothing for the day: a white office shirt, pair of black trousers... He looked at the diary he left open on top of the draws so he knew what he had for the day – he’d scheduled a short training session with Airlea that afternoon. Undoubtedly she wouldn’t have had any time to go and pick up some food... maybe he’d make her something so she’d eat... That also meant he’d have to buy some ingredients later...

First things first, he had a meeting to attend. After that he could always drop back in, get what he needed and go....

He padded on over to the shower – it was a simple one that was connected to the bathtub – with a towel in hand and turned on the water, undressing whilst the water warmed. He climbed in easily, the warm water heavenly upon his goose-bump littered skin. Even still, it didn’t erase the memory of the morning he found out...

“Airlea...” He found her stood sat outside her home in the back garden, holding her six month old brother in her arms. She looked cold, keeping the blanket wrapped around him. She looked up, eyes bright, emphasised with how red her face was. “You’ll catch a death of cold like that.”

He got closer and noted that she’d been crying. “Audax had a temperature. I... I thought the air could help. He was crying, I was terrified I... I didn’t know what to do.” She looked back down, her brother’s hands reaching for her face.

“Come on.” He walked into the garden, ducking beneath a low hanging branch. He helped her up. “Let’s get you inside.”

When he opened the door, he was surprised to find the kitchen spotless, the living room clear of boxes and spider webs yet littered with the odd spider corpse. He motioned for Airlea to settle on the sofa only to find himself draping the blanket over her before heading out into the kitchen, where he prepared a hot chocolate .

“Ignis you don’t have to –“

“It’s not like you’ll do yourself a favour and make one whilst you’re in such a state.” Ignis spoke over the machine. “Relax.” Whilst the milk was warming, he went into the cupboard and retrieved a small bottle of amaretto syrup, pouring a little into the mug she was using followed by half a teaspoon of sugar so she didn’t find it too bitter. He took three heaped teaspoons of cocoa powder (malteaser to be exact) and once the milk was done he poured it in. He stirred it well – not the quick stir you have, the good stir to make sure most of the powder had dissolved and the syrup was mixed in well. He went into the fridge then, took out the can of whipped can and sprayed it on before topping it with marshmallows.

Ignis took it in to her, passing it to her carefully. “Mind yourself. It’s hot.” He stated when she went to take a sip. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself when she looked at the drink and the quickly put it onto the floor, shaking her hand and blowing on it. He took a seat. “How is he?”

“He’s okay now, annoying me with his grabby hands as per usual.” She sighed when he did the exact thing she just complained about and took his tiny hands. “I got a call from Cor this morning... as in he knocked on the door... She... she left the city. They lost any lead upon her whereabouts at a camp in the Nebula wood... No note, no forgotten item, just an old set of burnt wood. A day old tops.”

Ignis felt his stomach churn, his heart feeling weighed down by an anvil... For a week he had hoped that they’d find Audacia, bring her back. But he remained himself, not bringing it up unless she wanted to discuss it. He’d calm her down when she’d be getting erratic, cheer her up with his puns whilst training...

But right now...

He was a man of statistics, yet the hope he had forged hid them and he felt the earth shatter. He didn’t know what to do whist he clenched and unclenched his fists, his elbows on his knees, his jaw clenching, nose feeling stuffy whilst his eyes began to sting like hell.

Ignis wasn’t expecting Airlea to reach out like she did, place her hand on his shoulder. Nor did he expect the words of comfort. “It’s okay.” He looked at her and noted the gentle smile through vision that began to blur. “They’ve asked the public to keep an eye out for her. It’ll hurt for a few months, but as the years roll by...you’ll forget...” Her face fell... “As terrible as it sounds to forget the voice and face of someone you care so deeply for... it helps...”

 It had been two months to the day. Airlea was practically over it, apart from the news she had heard from one of the scouts sent to look into a lead – a dangerous lead at then. The news that Audacia had become a dragoon, location still a mystery, had her blood boiling. She hated the Empire. And she understandably felt betrayed, her love for her sibling misplaced as both joined the enemy lines....

But Ignis... he couldn’t. He couldn’t remember her voice, how hazy it was in the morning, or how chirpy it was if she walked past him in the Citadel’s halls. He couldn’t remember the smell of her hair and perfume, couldn’t remember how she smiled at him sleepily in the early morning or how she thanked him for her cup of ebony in the afternoon.

He struggled through his days at first, but now? It was just the mornings he had to contend with... Or so he thought.

He walked down the street towards the Sicarius household, greeting the elder and owner of the villa when ‘Grampa Sicarius’ opened the gothic designed door with a small salute. He lowered his hand, flinching a little as the older man clasped his shoulder. Ignis looked behind him for a brief moment, thinking that he heard Audacia pottering around in the front garden... but no avail.

The nights are colder now Maybe I should close the door. And anyway the snow has covered all your footsteps So I can follow you no more.

So the Prince’s advisor walked in, taking off his coat and laying down his suitcase. He pushed his glasses up his nose and rolled up his sleeves. Airlea was in the kitchen reading a book whilst writing notes, talking into the computer screen – video chat more than likely. “I got four hundred and thirty five as my answer on question five. What did you get?”

“Same here.” Noct’s voice. “So why’s the book saying two hundred and fifty two?”

Ignis quietly approached, tapping the back of her chair so she knew who it is, though he found Noctis stopping himself from swearing from the shock amusing. He mentally calculated the answers in his head, Airlea’s small steps making it easier. “The book’s wrong.” He got a pen and crossed out the answer in the book, correcting it neatly.

“oh. Thank you, Ignis.” Airlea mumbled, looking back up at the screen. “You okay, Noct?”

“Yeah... just stuck on question ten.”

“What you stuck on?”

“How do you write the equation?”

“Draw the pyramid thing so you have force on top, then mass and acceleration on the bottom with a times between them if it helps.” She waited until he had done that. “Then cover up mass and you get force divided by acceleration. Does that help?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Ignis took a seat opposite her. He looked up at the clock to find that he was half an hour early. So he figured he’d check over her work, looking over the mark schemes. She always kept a pile she named ‘Iggy’s checking point’ where he could check over her work. It was her way of saying ‘I’ll keep you busy while you wait for me to finish up homework hour’. He was grateful for it.

For the most part she was fine. It was only with the A grade maths he began to see an increase in corrections. With her English work, it was more about spelling and punctuation, grammar and finding the right words. He looked behind him for a brief moment, clicking his fingers at the young dog that threatened to take a bit of rabbit food from the indoor rabbit’s hutch. The black lab approached, head hung low, and sat down. It perked right up when Ignis found that special spot behind it’s ear. It soon walked back into the living room, laying in front of the warm fire, peaceful in it’s need of sleep beside the baby rabbit the family had just found abandoned on the cold streets the week before. Airlea had the biggest soft spot for it out of everyone, going as far to sit by it and offering some of her lettuce to it if she was having a lettuce sandwich, sometimes she’d drape an old towel over him if he looked cold.

Ignis remembered him being a shy small thing, but now it was a curious cutie.

He knew Audacia would be just as fond of it as Airlea was, constantly setting Alarms for breakfast and supper, another alarm for when to set it to bed. She’d take it for walks through the back garden in summer – rain or sun... She’d be cuddling it for days.

He looked back to her English book, picking up the pen again, listening to the laughter her and Noct shared about a conversation they had with Prompto during the school day. Thinking about it, these guys were his family. They made an effort to give him something when they could in thanks, even if they planned it all together. Although they couldn’t always get to his place or he to theirs, was he truly alone considering they all called to wish him a merry Christmas?

The fire still burns at night My memories are warm and clear But everybody knows it’s hard to be alone at this time of year.

What was the use of lingering on his relationship with Audacia anyway? It was just something someone else had gone through, that was a trivial matter in comparison to the edge that Luis and the Niffs hung on. It was just another failed love story. It just... wouldn’t happen easily. Just another romance gone awry in this world.

It was only a winter’s tale. Just another winter’s tale... And why should the world take notice Of one more love that’s failed?

It was a love that could never be, Though it meant a lot to you and me. On a worldwide scale, We’re just another winter’s tale.

Ignis looked up at Airlea who was closing her books, placing them on the table for him to check over and talk her through everything if there was any time at the end. She slipped on her coat which hung on the back of her chair.

“Off training now?”

“Yeah.” She shot over a grin. “And take some Sudafed. It won’t hurt for you to take some medicine and get some rest.”

“But I can’t sleep.”

“Seriously, if you think I’m going to walk over to your apartment just to ...” She quietened, as if Noct was giving her the softest smile he could muster. “Alright alright. I’ll get Ignis to give me a lift. “

“It’s okay, I’ll get the bus or –“

“Grampa, tell the king to give his son a lift over here. His poor boy required me to give him a head massage and I don’t want him out in the cold for too long waiting for the bus that’s fifteen minutes away from his block”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Airlea, no way am I – “

She sighed. “Noct, you know he’s dying and you don’t need me to tell you that. Stop acting like your distance is his fault and make an effort, alright?” She went to walk away but brought her face back into camera. “And tell him you love him for me. See you soon, deary.” She stopped the video call and picked up the sword she had leaned against the back door. “Come on then, Specs. Let us go train.”

With a quiet sigh he stood, picking up his suitcase and placing it on the dining table where he opened it and took out his daggers. It would be easier today to test her speed for when she came across Gladio in a months time. He hoped it wouldn’t be another accident like the one Gladio had accidently caused when she first learnt how to warp. To say her Grampa gave the King a good lecture about the importance of waiting was an understatement.

He walked outside into the bitter chill, closing the door behind him. He walked down a path, lit up by hanging lanterns, where she was ahead of him. He stood for a brief moment, looking to one side. He could vaguely hear to chime of church bells. He wondered how far away they could be heard.

While I stand alone, A bell is ringing far away. I wonder if you hear, I wonder if you’re listening... I wonder where you are today.

“C’mon, Ignis. We don’t have all evening.”

“On my way!”

Despite his hurried pace, he couldn’t help but hope that Audacia was okay – alive and well, wherever she was. That she’d be happy, find someone who’d look after her. For their own story was a simple tale, starting and ending in winter, playing only a small part in forming out lives of those around them. Really, it shouldn’t have existed even if it did mean a lot. Because on a worldwide scale, they were just another winter’s tale.

Good luck, I wish you well For all that wishes may be worth. I hope that love and strength are with you for the length of your time on earth

It was only a winter’s tale Just another winter’s tale. And why should the world take notice Of one more love that’s failed? It’s a love that could never be. Though it meant a lot to you and me. On a worldwide scale we’re just another Winter’s Tale.

[winemum-ignis]

Glasses

Notes: A short drabble based on, unfortunately, very true events that occured due to free wine on holiday. I currently regret every decision i have made in the last 24 hours ಸ‿ಸ

990 Words. (AO3)

If you were to ask the pair, neither would probably be able to tell you how many drinks they had had at that point. Of course that was the point when it was often suggested to perhaps stop drinking. Contrary to what one may have assumed though they weren’t yet drunk. They weren’t sober, by any means, but they still danced on that fine line between ‘tipsy’ and ‘utterly sloshed’. They had been wise enough to pace themselves at least spreading their drinks over a few hours; they’d rocked up early to the hotel since they had spent the last several nights in the tent and were all in dire need of some home comforts.

They had begun with all four of the boys sat at the bar but now Gladio and Ignis were the last men standing. Or sitting if we were to be pedantic. The younger two had long since peeled off to get their rest in and as he knocked back the last dregs of wine in the glass, Gladio suggested that perhaps it was time for them to do the same.

As was so often the case, neither of the pair realised quite how merry they were until they found themselves vertical for the first time in what felt like an age. Once they were stood Ignis, much like Gladio had, promptly finished the last of the burgundy in his glass with a slight tilt of his head. It was as he went to step that it truly kicked in; the alcohol combined with having been seated for an excessively long period had a hand reached out to clutch a muscular shoulder for a few moments as green eyes glared down at his shoes.

“Everything okay there, Iggy?” The older man placed a hand atop that which had settled on his shoulder, looking to the brunette out of curiousity as an alcohol induced lopsided smile settled on his features.

“I believe my foot momentarily decided it didn’t want to be a foot anymore.” The glare that had been directed at his own limb broke as Ignis looked to Gladio who broke out into a hearty chuckle. Fortunately his foot had decided to start functioning as it was supposed to and the pair were soon heading back to their room to finally get some sleep, not without the occasional stumble or walking into the odd inanimate object on the way which of course elicited a statement of apology or confusion as to why a table was there in the first place when they so clearly trying to walk there. The audacity.

Having taken slightly longer than if they weren’t currently three shades to the wind, the boys finally made it to their room for the evening and eventually managed to get inside after a nearly heated debate as to how they were supposed to get the key in the hole. Needless to say this caused them both to dissolve into laughter as they stepped over the threshold. While Gladio diverted to the bathroom, Ignis took it upon himself to become considerably more acquainted with the bed in the centre of the room, ‘elegantly’ dropping himself face first onto the soft mattress as limbs rag-dolled.

Gladiolus heard the long drawn out ‘oh no’ through the bathroom door, but was still confused when he walked out the bathroom to see the brunette still face down and dressed, clearly not having moved since he had first face planted the bed. Taking a seat next to his corpsed body, the tall male leant back on one arm, the other extending so he could so caringly poke the side of Ignis to try and get him to move, obviously thinking he was just reacting appropriately for the volume of wine they had both drunk.

A long groan was muffled by the covers that Ignis’ face was buried into, soon forming words as he was reluctant to move afraid of what he might find. “I think I broke my glasses…” Finally he worked up the courage, pushing himself up enough to look down where, as he had anticipated, his glasses lay on the bed with one arm snapped off and lying limp next to the frames.

The same groan came out yet again but before he buried his head back into the covers, Gladio plucked the glasses in two pieces from where his head threatened to land again, unable to contain the roar of laughter as he proceeded to see if there was any way to repair them on the fly. “You’ve got your spare pair with you, right?” The question caused Ignis to finally roll over onto his back hands rising to rub over his eyes and up through his hair; exasperated by the sheer stupidity of his actions.

The question didn’t reassure him about the other males ability to fix them then and there, but then again it wasn’t like he needed them to sleep. “In the glove box of the Regalia.” Letting his arms drop down to his chest, fawn coloured hair now had been pushed from its once styled appearance, several strands tumbling down and decorating his forehead as intoxicated green eyes closed. He could fall asleep right there and then even though he was still fully suited and booted. “At least I won’t need them until we head off anyways.” It meant that he would probably get very confused looks from Noctis and Prompto at breakfast but he would deal with that when the time came. He wasn’t overly keen on divulging the true story of what happened, but as he turned his head to look at Gladio who had placed the glasses on the bedside table he realised he could just blame the muscular man who was now lying in a very similar position to himself, trying to put off the the thralls of inebriated sleep. It was believable and at least would save him the embarrassment.

[waterproof-kazoo-chicken]

Ignis x Reader upcoming fanfic

Hi there dear followers and soulmates!

For the first time in my life I am going to write a fanfic. I wanted to do this stuff for so long and now I will definitely do it!

- The fanfic will include teenager Ignis, adult Ignis and older adult Ignis who is blind. (I will make him a few years older than he is in the game and his s/o will be 5 years younger than him.) - I will make up a story how he lost his eyesight with his s/o being present. - Ignis s/o is the princess of Lucis. - It will include everything like their first kiss, their first time sleeping with each other and their engagement. (Probably nsfw stuff but no excessive language. I want to keep it decent but still sexy.)

It’s going to be huuuuge thing and I am not sure yet how many chapters I will do. I will probably just write right away and share it with you guys bit by bit!

I hope some of you are interested! I will probably share the first chapter this weekend! Stay tuned, my dear soulmates!

UPDATE: I uploaded the Prologue of my fanfic. You can read it here.

[crystaline323]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 4! So, this chapter is a little bit shorter than the others, this was originally only half of the entire chapter that I wanted to write, but I really wanted to get this out sooner because I didn’t want to leave Iggy hanging like he was in Chapter 3. So, I hope this is okay for now, and I’m aiming to get Chapter 5 out a bit sooner than it usually takes me to make up for it. I’m thinking that I’m finally gonna get to the juicy fornication in the next chapter (pun intended!!) XD

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ignis Scientia/Reader, Ignis Scientia & Reader, Ignis x Reader, ignis/reader Characters: Ignis Scientia, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia, Prompto Argentum Additional Tags: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Porn with too much plot, like seriously self-indulgent overly-obsessive longwinded pining for Ignis, ode to Ignis’ perfection, Ignis backstory, Ignis origins, Shy Ignis, surprisingly rough Ignis, trying hard not to be rough cause he’s a gentleman Ignis, kind of failing trying not to be rough Ignis, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Iggy has some daddy issues, Ignis Losing His Composure in various ways, Damn this is getting way angstier than I intended, Angsty Ignis, Vulnerable Ignis, Ignis deserves someone as devoted to him as he is to everyone else Summary:

You’re traveling as a guide with the Chocobros on their journey to Altissia, and lo and behold, you find yourself falling way, waaay too deep for a certain bespectacled tactician. If only the both of you weren’t such shy overthinkers.

(So this is the very first time in my life writing fiction of any kind, or really anything that isn’t an essay for school or something for work. So please bear with me and sorry if this is longwinded or cliche :P I started out with an idea of just writing a smutty oneshot, then I wanted reader and Ignis to have an emotional connection, the smut to have some context, then one thing led to another, and now I’ve got this thing that’s 18,000 words and the smut hasn’t even happened yet. But it’s coming (next chapter), I promise! :P)

[crystaline323]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 3 is up! I’ve been itching for so long to post it, but I had to hold myself back because I wanted it to be the best I could make it.  I really hope whoever reads, enjoys! 😄 It gets a little heavy this chapter, I hurt myself a little bit writing it 😆

Chapters: 3/?

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ignis Scientia/Reader, Ignis Scientia & Reader, Ignis x Reader, ignis/reader Characters: Ignis Scientia, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia, Prompto Argentum Additional Tags: Fluff, angsty fluff, Eventual Smut, Porn with too much plot, like seriously self-indulgent overly-obsessive longwinded pining for Ignis, ode to Ignis’ perfection, Ignis backstory, Ignis origins, Shy Ignis, surprisingly rough Ignis, trying hard not to be rough cause he’s a gentleman Ignis, kind of failing trying not to be rough Ignis, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Iggy has some daddy issues, Ignis Losing His Composure in various ways, Kinda majorly turned from porn with plot into plot with eventual porn, pain oh the pain Summary:

You’re traveling as a guide with the Chocobros on their journey to Altissia, and lo and behold, you find yourself falling way, waaay too deep for a certain bespectacled tactician. If only the both of you weren’t such shy overthinkers.

(So this is the very first time in my life writing fiction of any kind, or really anything that isn’t an essay for school or something for work. So please bear with me and sorry if this is longwinded or cliche :P I started out with an idea of just writing a smutty oneshot, then I wanted reader and Ignis to have an emotional connection, the smut to have some context, then one thing led to another, and now I’ve got this thing that’s 14,000 words and the smut hasn’t even happened yet. But it’s coming, I promise! :P)