@ignisfluff - Day 7, “Free Day”
Ignis Scientia, as made by hand by me. :’) ALL OF HIM EXCEPT THE SHOES. Which took me several stores to find, and they’re not perfect, but they’ll do.
NOCTIS WILL BE NEXT. I’m trying to finish him for IgNoct week, so they can be together. Then I can make them hug!!!
He can stand, thanks to the help of dowel rods and his shoes. I can style his hair a bit, though I attempted ~another style~ and it didn’t work. Jacket, necklace - all things that will come later. :)
I wanted to pose him with the other amigurumi I’ve made, too, because it’s IGNIS FLUFF WEEK SO ALL THE FLUFFY THINGS GO HERE
And Prompto was good comparison for people who know the size of the figures!
He took me weeks of consistently working on him to finish. Hours and hours. Please love him. ;A;
Ignis Fluff Week Day 4 / Fix the Ending (+ a happier world) / @ignisfluff
The ending Ignis and all of us deserved
Kinda sad but mostly fluffy companion fic under the cut OR
Read on AO3
Title: Happily Ever After
Word Count: ~1000
Pairing: Ignoct
Rating: T (for dem feels)
On the day Ignis arrived at long last, the Citadel was practically shimmering with radiance.
Banners strung from the ramparts, white and inlaid with jewels the color of iridescent flame, welcomed him home. Long carpets of red and black greeted him as they were rolled down the palace steps, and fanfare rung high and clear throughout the courtyard, signaling his ascent. There were others, too; faces he neither recognized nor particularly cared to, cheering as they lined his path.
All of these things Ignis saw without seeing. After years - decades - of blindness, perhaps the sudden clarity of the world around him should have felt alien, jarring even. But it didn’t. As he climbed the steps toward the Citadel, his mind was clear. He understood exactly why he had been called to this place.
Familiar paths down familiar halls, past tapestries and paintings he’d seen in another lifetime, led him at last to the throne room. There, too, banners had been hung from the high ceiling - the same white-and-iridescence as the suit he wore - and curved down and out in beautiful, elegant arcs. Opening up the room and drawing the eye directly to the dais, upon which the King stood waiting.
Ignis followed the sight. He strode across the otherwise empty hall, listening to the click of his shoes against the marble and recalling days long past - days when he'd run here, played here, sworn a solemn oath upon these very steps. An oath that had, in a way, led him back here in the end, though this time he had come to take a different kind of vow.
The King was smiling as Ignis approached. He wore a suit of dark blues and gold and decorated in the sigils of his forefathers. The sash draped across his chest from his left shoulder appeared to be made of the same silk as the banners above. When Ignis paused, breath stolen by the sight of him. Noctis reached out one white-gloved hand to draw him up the last few steps. Into an embrace far too many years overdue.
"Noct," he said in joy and in reverence. "How is this possible? You haven't aged a day."
Warm fingers found his cheeks. Traced over the scars, the wrinkles, the lines that had slowly deepened over the course of his full life. Up to his temples to brush through strands of white hair flecked with cinnamon, and Noct smiled again. "Maybe I should even the odds?"
In the span of a heartbeat, he was changed. Noctis stood before him now older, eyes heavy with the weight and passing of many years. Yet behind the thick, grey beard that lined his jaw, he was still smiling. Ignis’ breath hitched at the sight. The face before him was the spitting image of King Regis - regal, youthful, handsome; how he might have looked without the drain of the Crystal’s magic to dull the complexion of his skin.
Perhaps Noct misread the awe in Ignis’ silence, for suddenly he was changing again. Not into the bold young king who had greeted him on the dais, but into a more familiar form - into the sleepy prince whose hair fell in a veil over his eyes, and with whom Ignis had first fallen deeply in love.
“Is this better?” he pressed, teeth flashing at whatever shade of wonder had flushed across Iggy’s cheeks. Those brilliant eyes drew him in, those soft lips brushed the bridge of his nose, and Ignis felt his chest swell to bursting even as the first tears began to fall.
“Noctis, how I’ve missed you.”
Catching the strain in his voice, his prince - his king - drew their hands together between them. Ignis noticed vaguely that his own fingers appeared stronger, straighter, his hands once again vibrant with youth as Noctis clasped them to his breast.
“We’ve both waited long enough. Are you ready?”
A nod, firm and resolute.
“I always have been.”
The ceremony took place there in the throne room. Faces watched from below the steps as Noctis, grown once more into the proud man Ignis last knew him to be, recited his vows in an unwavering voice. Ignis’ turn came next, his heart supplying the words where experience failed him. And though there was no ring, the matching scars they bore around their fingers served as proof enough. Proof of their bonds, and of the depth of their devotion to duty, to one another.
It ended with a kiss. Cheers rose up around them in a crescendo of joy, matched only by the pounding of Ignis’ heart in his chest as he tasted Noct’s lips - so sweet, so perfect - after far, far too many years.
Long before the kiss broke, the sounds of applause began to fade. Further and further until Ignis sensed that the room around them had grown empty. The wedding was over; the guests had dispersed.
Alone at last, he pulled away from his king’s - his husband’s - mouth and smiled. “I do believe that was worth the wait.”
Noctis’ reply was a laugh that resonated like music in the hall. “Come on, Specs. Your throne’s been expecting you.”
The king settled back into the cushions of the seat from which his father’s before him had ruled over Lucis. A kingdom which now existed only in memory as the winds of change - and eventually of peace - had swept over the land in the wake of the Dawn. Ignis had lived to see that peace, had even played a role in its establishment, and for that he was grateful for the time he’d had. But now, here at the end, he longed for rest.
His throne was a seat of marble and bronze to Noct’s right, and he moved toward it when his king beckoned. Feeling his way along the arms out of habit, he finally lowered himself down to let the silky cushions swallow him up. Sighed and yawned as Noct’s fingers stroked back through his hair. Smiled as warm lips once more met his in the space between them.
After a lifetime, Ignis could close his eyes in relief. At last, he’d come home.
Better late than never!
I had these sketches for @ignisfluff week for so long I didn’t get to actually upload due to school and exhaustion. I don’t wanna drop the weekly prompt just because of being late so I’ll still try my best to get them here. This thread is for Days 1-6.
First photo prompt : Baby Ignis!
Second photo prompt: Oops!
~The pepper spilled too much! This curry’s busted!
Third photo prompt: This is how you make a good Ebony
Fourth photo prompt: Happy Holidays, Ignis!
~Iggy’s everyone’s Santa. He never misses out on preparing gifts for everyone.
Ffith photo prompt: Relaxing
~A warm soak in the hot springs is essential for bodily pains of a King’s chamberlain.
Sixth photo prompt: Puns
~When Iggy gets to be the butt of his own froggy jokes.
Day 1
Theme: Baby!Ignis
+ Ignis and his father figure
+ “This is my favorite.”
+ Scraped knees and boo-boos
Day 2
Theme: Getting into trouble
+ Stealing the Regalia
+ Sneaking out
+ “Oops.”
Day 3
Theme: Food, food, and more food
+ Favorite meal
+ Baking vs Cooking
+ “That is how you make the perfect cup of Ebony.”
Day 4
Theme: Canon? What Canon?
+ Fix the Ending
+ A Happier World (AU)
+ “Happy (Holiday), Ignis.”
Day 5
Theme: Take a break
+ Best vacation ever
+ “Today’s my day off.”
+ Relaxing
Day 6
Theme: Are you laughing yet?
+ Puns
+ Jokes gone wild
+ “That is hardly appropriate.“
Day 7
Theme: Free Day
(Thank you @raina8 for the lovely gif for Ignis Fluff Week!)
Ignis Fluff Week Day 1 @ignisfluff
Baby!Ignis + “This is my favorite.”
Ignis’ favorite toy was this tonberry plush that danced when it heard clapping sounds. Lots of evening were spend with the youngest Scientia clapping his hands and giggling as the toy danced and walked forward, as in asking for a hug.
