#ignyx week

[cantripandcharm]

↳ Day 4.    “I got your back” | Nightmares | Small Town Au  

Nyx has a nightmare about Galahd and thought he could keep Ignis from finding out. Sometimes even a hero needs to a shoulder to lean on.

@ffxvignyxzine

[aij-writes]

Quarter Past Wrong, Pt 1

Rating: Teen, Swearing, Mild Fantasy Violence

Pairing: Ignyx (Ignis/Nyx)

Summary: Ignis is fifteen and at the start of his Crownsguard training.  Nyx is twenty-four and a bit of a show-off, already earning his Hero moniker from battles with the Kingsglaive.  Cor Leonis decides Noctis’s retinue might need magic training.  Ignis is eager to show off in the ring. Nyx thinks he’s only helping.  Ignis wants to get away and Nyx doesn’t want him to give up.

Warnings: So...these characters first interact at a questionable age but there’s no romancing (yet).  Age range is nine years because I accidentally bump up Ignis’s age to three years older than Noctis (instead of 2 1/2 of canon) and Gladio a year older than Ignis.  Also, I have a headcanon I’m carrying over that Dragoon is a race and Ignis is a Dragoon.  If I ever write an explanation to this I’ll link it.

Other Tags: Canon compliant, Brotherhood Era, Best friends Gladio & Ignis, Slow burn?, Trying to be your mentor but you just find me annoying

For @ffxvignyxzine using all the prompts on day 1, why not?  “Stay with me”/”Don’t go”, Ring, Help/Rescue

First part of a multi-part fic trying to tie it all together

“Glaives!” Drautos called over his men.  “You see we have a few guests joining us today.”  He spread his arm out.  “The Marshal and two Crownsguard recruits.”

“Sir!” they yelled in acknowledgment.

Cor eyed the men, before turning to Gladiolus Amicitia.  “Recruits, he says,” he said in a carrying voice.

“Well, you look good for your age, Marshal,” Ignis Scientia said in a droll tone.  “Perhaps they have you confused for me.”

Cor shook his head, but there was a slight twitch in his expression.  He ruffled the kid’s grey hair.  “You’re a hoot.”

“Is something funny, Leonis?” Drautos asked.

“No,” he said.  “I leave two of my most promising soldiers to your dexterous hands, Titus.  I have others to babysit.”  He shook his head to Gladio.  “Don’t hold back now,” he said, calmly walking away.

Drautos shook his head, sighing.  “Most Crownsguard don’t fight with magic,” he explained to his battalion in a carrying, commanding voice.  “That’s why the King has so graciously extended his magic to the Kingsglaive.  But these two pipsqueaks are a special exception.  I want you all to meet Ignis Scientia and Gladiolus Amicitia.  You may know them as our dear Prince’s babysitter and manhandler.  As they’ve recently began practicing magic as connection to our future king, they need training the typical Crownsguard does not receive.  Something to say, Furia?”

“How old are they?  Sir?” Tredd, a red-headed Glaive asked, bumping Luche with his elbow.

“Old enough,” Drautos offered.  “Everyone knows us to be war heroes.  Now let’s prove that we know how to play nice.  Exception being they will not being joining us in warp practice.  Now!  To the training yard!”

They were put through the paces, starting with perfectly normal training exercises.  Warm ups that lead to sprints.  Ignis was fast, but he was young so the older Glaives had him beat.  Gladio didn’t even try to compete, comfortable in his stance, but Ignis had a hard enough time proving himself in Crownsguard training to not feel discouraged.

Luche, the unofficial second-in-command, pulled them aside when warp warm ups were announced.  He took an appraisal of their abilities.  Gladio could summon his sword after a few tries, but was hopeless with elemental.  Ignis had his daggers in hand before asked, but only seemed to be able to get a small flame going across them and had no projectile or release abilities.  Luche tried not to come off as condescending, but it was hard.  They were kids.

“How’s it look? Drautos asked, coming up behind them.  “Anything?”  He listened to Luche’s summery and frowned.  “Alright,” he said with an annoyed sigh.  He eyed them.  “Alright,” he repeated.  “Okay, so how old are either of you?”

“Fifteen, Sir,” Ignis answered respectfully while Gladio answered over him a gruff and defensive, “Sixteen.”

“How long have you been tapped into Prince Noctis’s magic?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“Uh...about a year,” Gladio answered.  “Since he turned thirteen I guess?”

“For eight days now,” Ignis said.

Drautos’s eyebrows raised further.  “Let me see you summon fire.”

Ignis looked at him with a calm expression, but argued quietly, “With all due respect Sir, I can’t--”

“I want to see you do it so you’ll do it.”

Ignis, the picture of control and respect, gave him an icy look.  “I can only enchant things.”

“Fine,” he said, hand waving.  “Wouldn’t want to burn the little adviser's hands now.”  He turned his back on Ignis, smirking at his crew.

Ignis frowned, throwing his hand out.  Though he’d not managed to do it before, Ignis’s hand sparked briefly with fire.

Luche nudged Drautos, speaking in an undertone about what Ignis had managed to do.  Turning back to him, Drautos gave him a grim look.  “Be careful being motivated by anger, no matter how checked you keep it.  You’ll have to dig deeper and deeper for your fuel.  Finding out how deep the vein runs is dangerous.”  He eyed Gladiolus.  “Alright, Shield-in-Waiting.  You focus on getting a little more graceful and Scientia, you go with Altius.  She’s my best mage.  Maybe she can teach you a thing or two.”

---

“You ever get tired, Iggy?” Gladio asked, doing squats in front of their tutor’s office.

Ignis looked up from placing a tab on the report.  “All the time,” he said, tilting his head.  “I require sleep like everyone.”

Gladio laughed, huffing and falling down on the bench next to him.  He shared a smile with his best friend.  “Wiseass.”

“Better than being a dumbass,” Ignis shot back.  He took his binder and bopped Gladio on the head.  “Of course I’m tired.  But I worry that if I don’t attend to it, it won’t get done.”

“Are you doubting me?” Gladio asked, throwing an arm around him.  At sixteen, he was already larger than many men.  “I’m here to kick the princess into shape and you’re...well, what are you supposed to be doing?”

“Right now I’m making sure he has all the required--”

“Nah, Iggy, right now, you’re doing stuff you’re not supposed to be doing but do anyway to coddle him.  You’re his adviser, not his--”

“I’m his chamberlain,” he pointed out.  “I manage His Highness, too.”

“No one can manage him,” a new voice spoke up.  Nyx Ulric slid against the wall rounding the corner still leaning against the new wall.  He was a tall Galahdian with bright blue eyes.  “I commend you both for trying.”

Ignis scowled and Gladio glared.

“Alright, alright, protective to a fault.”  Nyx put his hands up in defense.  “But you know, the Shield’s got a point, kid.”  Nyx was in his twenties, already a veteran of so many battles against Nifleheim and Tenebrae forces.  He had seen battles Gladio and Ignis had only simulated.  He was the Hero of Insomnia.  He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and smiling.  “I mean, you have to admit, Scientia.  No one’s expecting a servant to take on actual battle duty.”

Gladio stood up so fast he nearly bowled Ignis over.  He got into Nyx’s face.  “Ignis isn’t a servant.  He’s smarter, sharper, and ten times the tactician than most Crownsguard and he’s already nipping on the heels of any Glaive in magic.”

Nyx laughed.  “Sure, big guy.  I bet he’s juggling that along with the rest of everything he does, but honestly, who’s he to lay down his life for the Kingdom?  That’s what I do.  That’s what you might have to do if not the Prince himself.  But Ignis Scientia?  No one’s going to expect more out of him than a spare pen.  So honestly?  You’re both wasting your time.  Maybe go act like teenagers for a minute while you still can.  You’re going to hate it when there’s nothing left but full time duty.”

“Thank you for the unsolicited advice, Mr. Ulric.  If I wanted to know what you thought about my ability to balance my work, I’d have asked.”  Ignis raised his eyebrows, shooting him a sharp look learned from raising his own kid since he was six.

Nyx shrugged.  “Only trying to help.”

---

Drautos yelled commands before finally giving up.  He fell back, frowning.  That disappointment rippled through the practicing Glaives until one by one they stopped, settling their gaze on him.  He raised his eyebrows.  “Oh, now you stop?” he asked, shaking his head.  “Alright, well, I didn’t know this was an exposition and not a practice.  Someone else must have ordered it.”

“Sorry!  Sir!” they called in unison.

“Are we here to help the Prince’s retinue or make asses of ourselves showing them our flashy moves?  What if they go back to the King and Shield, reporting the waste of magic?  Enough!  One-on-one sparing.  I want you all practicing form and observing, so two in a ring a time.  No warping!  Practice knives only!”  He eyed Gladio.  “Good luck.”

Drautos moved through the group, jostling people together and pairing them off.  He gave each of them two minutes to knock one of them out of the ring.  But as Gladio approached, he glared.  “I thought I put Ulric with you.”

Libertus eyed Drautos warily.  “Well, uh, Sir...we switched.”

“Did you now?” he asked, unimpressed by the initiative.  “Why?”

“I thought it’d be helpful if the bureaucrat didn’t get crushed so soon,” Nyx offered.  “Motivate him to keep trying.”

Ignis scowled but didn’t voice his displeasure.  Gladio wasn’t quite so tactful.

“That’s bullshit!”  Gladio jabbed a finger towards Ignis.  “Ignis has been training with the Crownsguard and he’s not merely a show piece!”

Nyx shrugged.  He was flipping a practice dagger in his hand.  “You can be quick and still lack any strength behind it.  He needs to work on his physique to be any good.  Otherwise, he needs to stay on the books and let the men battle.”

Drautos stared at Nyx, but allowed a faint smirk.  “Alright, Nyx, maybe you’re right.  Maybe Ignis doesn’t belong here.”

“That’s--” Gladio started.

“You know, I think maybe my authority here wasn’t properly explained by the Marshal, since now I got everyone telling me how to train these Crownguards.  Okay, Nyx...you run practice with Ignis and I’ll observe.  Make it a real show.”

Ignis let his daggers appear with a blue flash.  “Real weapons then,” he said, unable to more than set the wooden knife on fire rather than enchant them.

“Alright,” Nyx agreed, pulling out his set of kukri.  “No time limit.  No out of the ring BS.  First person to yield.”

“Feel free to warp,” Ignis offered, taking his glasses off and handing them to Gladio for safe keeping.

Nyx raised his eyebrows.  “Oh boy...skinny, blind, and turned around.  Make sure you say uncle before I kill you, kid.”

“I don’t need anymore of your help, thank you,” Ignis replied crisply.  He joined Nyx into the ring, offering him a handshake as was custom in the Crownsguard.

Nyx took it and bowed as was custom in the Kingsglaive.

Ignis darted back as soon as he released.  He was quick.  Rapid and smooth with movements, but as Nyx soon critiqued, “You waste energy staying on the move.”  He dove towards Ignis, not quite aiming with his knife.  He did grin though as Ignis swept and turned, rolling his back against Nyx’s and catching him on the side with a well-placed slice.

The Kingsglaive as a collective let out a groan.

“Alright, teasing?” Nyx asked.  He caught Ignis as he swung around, blades clashing.  They traded quick swipes, each catching the other.  Nyx pushed out with his hand, knocking the much smaller kid back easily.  “See, you can’t possibly--”

Nyx’s advice was cut off as Ignis had performed a handstand only to flip back and kick him in the mouth.  He fell back, but caught himself.  He stayed crouched, eyeing Ignis as he wiped blood off his mouth.

“Sir?” Pelna spoke up.

Drautos raised a silencing hand.  “Let Nyx learn his lesson.”

“Sir!” Libertus and Crowe insisted.

Ignis darted around Nyx, avoiding his furry of swipes.  He was as quick on his feet as suspected and left Nyx little time to offer his brand of help.  He finally took the chance he saw in Ignis’s opening, throwing his kukri at one of the looming stone pillars.  He warped to catch it before releasing it and diving at Ignis.

Raising his head, Ignis watched Nyx’s falling form, the Galadian all smiles and him a frowning concentration.  Gladio tried to shout a warning for Ignis to Wake up! but he waited for the last possible moment.  His knives disappeared with a flash and in their place was his polearm.  Not quite as practiced and with admittedly all the problems of lacking core strength, Ignis relied on whatever reserves he had in magic to get more lift in his Jump.

Now Nyx was the one looking up, stunned.  It wasn’t a warp technique, that was for sure.  He didn’t even respond, just letting Ignis land on him, kicking him onto his ass and standing over him.  His staff was stabbed into the mats right next to his head at the crock of his neck.

“Wow...” he said unabashedly.

Ignis was heaving his breath, though.  That’s taken all of it out of him.  He slid down the pole only to sink to one knee.  He huffed before tapping the mat.  Using the leverage again, he stood up and started to walk away.  “You’re right,” he said over his shoulder as he let the polearm fade into the Armiger.  “I have to get stronger.”

“Hey wait!” Nyx called, looking devastated.  “Hey...come on!  Don’t go!”  He watched Ignis pick up his pace as he scurried away but for some reason couldn’t move after him.  Gladio glanced at Nyx and didn’t wait to be dismissed by Drautos before going after him.

Nyx glanced at Drautos, frowning.  “I think he won fair and square.”

[reginarossa]

IgNyx week day 3 - Who's the better chef

They probably have a collection of funny aprons and it's all Noctis fault.

Imagine Nyx in the game. Imagine camping with him playing with flames and accidentally (?) setting things on fire. 

[notthelasttime]

once more

ignis/nyx mature - hookups, drinking, and finally getting together written for day one of ignyx week @ffxvignyxzine

Ignis goes to straighten hiss glasses, only to realized they're not on his face, and the little flounder and touch of embarrassment that follows is so endearing Nyx can see a straight line down all the things that brought them to this situation, why he'd jumped in with enthusiasm. What would people say? Ignis Scientia, too young, too arrogant, already thinking he can voice his opinion on serious matter to the Council, to the King. Ignis Scientia, guiding force to the young wayward Prince, drinking heavily in his off-hours, shacking up with a Glaive, one 10 years his senior and worse, a Galahadian refugee. The things people would say and the stories they would try to turn. Nyx was used to a certain level of disdain, but it was one thing to deal with it on your own, knowing who you were and who you weren't, knowing what fights were worth fighting and what to let roll of your back. That didn't mean he wanted to drag someone down there with him. Especially not someone like Ignis.

"I think," Ignis says, fists clutching the sheets around his waist, "it might be best if we pretend this never happened."

(read on ao3)

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Ignyx week 2019 is a go!

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IgNyx Day One

My day one entry for IgNyx week! Just a short concept for a longer fic. Didn’t mean to use all of the prompts, but I sort of did lol 😅 Done very quickly, so I apologize for the lack of polish.

Rating: G

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Spectral

The Ring of the Lucii stole Ignis’s last breaths as he lay in the crystal’s light. His senses dulled, sparing him Ardyn’s gloating monologue. But he couldn’t escape the panic: panic, at dying alone. 

“No...no...no! I don’t want to die without him…” he cried, wasting what little air his lungs could still hold. The pain of realization burned hotter than the purple flames taking his body. 

All he could feel was pain. Pain so overwhelming it felt like all he had ever known. Now, a primal fear told him it would be the last thing he ever knew. 

Everything grew cold as the world faded away. 

“Not him…” a distant voice whispered. It was just on the edge of Ignis’s consciousness, between waking and death. The voice was commanding but gentle. 

“You’re still needed.” There it was again! This time, it sounded closer. 

“I don’t care if he made a deal, let me make another one!” Now it was practically in Ignis’s ear, yelling at someone just out of earshot.

The voice sounded strong and reassuring. It had the tenacity of fighting to protect someone, but who it was, Ignis had no idea. 

Perhaps it was his dying body playing tricks on him, perhaps it was something more, but he could swear his felt someone’s warm hands lift his back to cradle him. 

With every ounce of strength left in his body, Ignis tried to pry his eyes open, but no matter what he did, all he could see was darkness. His dry lips moved to ask questions, to seek understanding, but could form no words.

“Hush now, you’re going to be alright. I’m going to make sure of it.” There he was. The voice sounded familiar, but only in passing. 

He wanted so badly to believe this new voice. To believe that he would see Noctis and his friends again. To open his eyes and meet his new guardian...but Ignis was scared to believe. He was terrified that he knew better. 

With wavering strength, all the strategen could do was whisper, “Don’t go…” 

“I won’t…” the warm voice replied.

[iggys-sous-chef]

There's Something About You(r Love)

Rating: still M for now

Pairing: Ignyx

Chapter warnings: None

Chapter summary: Ignis and Nyx grow closer over conversations, coffee, and pastries (and maybe something more); Day 2 for @ignyxweek ; Prompt used: cultural differences

Nyx met up with Ignis at his apartment the following week. He lived in a swanky area close to the Citadel where he worked. Nyx wasn’t sure why he found it so surprising, especially after learning what he did for a living. It was a far cry from the moderate, single bedroom apartment he had where he could hear his neighbor’s baby crying at night through the paper thin walls.

Ignis welcomed him inside as he brushed his bangs from his forehead, dressed much differently this time around. Nyx let his gaze linger on those lean, slender arms that were swallowed by the pushed up sleeves of his too large sweatshirt. Splatters of paint decorated the jeans that hugged his hips and the bottom cuffs were rolled up, exposing his bare feet. Nyx barely even registered the rest of his apartment, noting only the grey sofa as they walked by. Ignis pointed out the bathroom to him in case he needed it and then opened the last door on the left of the hall.

A large drop cloth covered a section of the floor where Ignis had his easel set up with a blank canvas. There was an entire shelf just for his supplies - inks, paints, brushes, charcoal, pastels, chalk, pencils, and various other markers and pens. He was a bit in awe. Art work decorated the walls, unsurprisingly, and varied between still life to landscapes to portraits.  He turned to Ignis and gestured to them. “Did you do all of these?”

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↳ Day 2.     “Meet me after dark” | Rain | Is he a vampire or am I imagining it 

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Ignis can't help but to have fallen a bit smitten with the guy who saved him, and while Nyx is a bit apprehensive at first, he gives into meeting with Iggy right after his late-night shift.