Assassin!Ignis x Reader - The Truth is Sometimes Equivalent to Love—Always Blind - Chapter 10
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A/N: A 10 chapter commission for @martascully! And as a side note: yeah, this is the ‘final chapter’, but we’re working on the thought of doing more perhaps! Much love for your support!
Desc: The Assassins are said to work under the mighty King of Lucis while the Templars throw their lot in with Niflheim. Sent to find out information about King Noctis, his army, and kingdom to reveal his weakness, the Reader encounters an interesting foe in her way. {AU}
By Oreana Galena (blindgeishateahouse.tumblr.com)
Words: 5,253
Rated: NSFW
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Y/N tried to shake the doubt from her in regards to what their traveling over to Niflheim would truly do. A part of her wished she could trick Ignis and Prompto in just staying put on Lucis while she gained speed to Gralea, but she knew shaking the two would hardly be as easy as that and tried to find more pleasant things to think about in the obnoxious early morning hours. Y/N was fully aware she’d find a moment or two longer to focus on her plans later as the three of them sat down to eat in the dining area just near the docks, waiting for the ship they would need to board. However, the surrounding families and loved ones talking at the nearby tables did bring her senses to a distracting halt as she paid more attention to the strangers about them then what was at risk.
Two small boys seemed to be interested in playing with their little beach ball on land while their parents continued to eat and enjoy their meal. The resonance of their laughter made Y/N stall in her own eating to merely watch them as Prompto himself seemed to slip out his camera for a quick second to snap a picture of the two in satisfaction. He was always taking a picture of something. This was starting to become apparent to Y/N over time that he was a photo taking maniac.
“At least someone’s having fun,” Y/N commented simply in regards to children in general having such a carefree life. She moved the fork to her mouth, eating the last bit of the breakfast food the dining area was serving given the early hour. “Must be nice to be that young with little to no responsibilities.”
Ignis’ head turned at Y/N’s remark, making sense of the many sounds, vibrations, and speeches happening all at once that morning. There wasn’t much that was distracting to him and when he heard the laughter of the two children he had to guess they were probably no older than six given their mannerisms and how they talked. “You mean the little ones?” the advisor questioned curiously.
“Yeah,” Y/N answered with a hidden sigh in her words. “There’s two kids playing with a ball near the table just one over from us, and I am only being bitter.” She jokingly added the last statement regardless of how true it was.
While Ignis appeared to be looking in the boys’ direction, he wasn’t exactly sure where they were beyond the fact they were indeed not too far away and were tossing a ball about given how the boards underneath his feet would slightly quiver at their movement and how the blown up beach ball would make a hollowing sound whenever hitting the ground (if it did). “Pleasant times do indeed end for all, but what matters is in those times we find salvation in past and present moments of pleasure and aim to make more in the future no matter what is in store.”
“How obnoxiously poetic of you,” chimed in Sal from where she was resting on the table between Ignis and Y/N.
“Sal!” Y/N scolded quietly, unsure why the device was still so aggressive at Ignis.
Ignis merely raised his hand to Y/N’s attempt to keep the machine quiet on his behalf. It was starting to bother him very little with what strength he had in patience. Prompto himself couldn’t help but try to stifle a nervous laugh in the matter as he put his camera away for the time being.
“You, uh…drop her or something, Iggy?”
Ignis shook his head, lips thinning at the thought. “I’ve never handled her improperly, no.”
“Says the man who wanted me disassembled in the beginning,” reminded Sal coldly, but the tone she was mimicking sounded more like she was merely mocking him in a playful manner and not truly as upset about it as before when she was told.
It seemed the joke was lost on the advisor as he raised a single brow at the remark, eyes closing as the sea breeze was starting to agitate his sensitive sight. “I apologized for that before, my dear, and you know I had my reasons.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, scooping Sal into her possession. “She’s just busting your balls, Ignis,” commented the Templar. “She isn’t nearly as angry about it anymore, but her sarcasm chip could use a bit of work.” Tampering with a few buttons, she tried to see if there was any update that Sal might not be telling her of in regards to the Ring of the Lucii, but nothing came to the surface at the present time. Sighing nasally in frustration, she let the machine go into idle sleep before pocketing her.
Prompto watched Y/N closely from across the table, rolling his teeth over his lower lip as if nervous to ask. “Anything in regards to Noct and the ring…?”
“No,” she simply replied in a worrisome way. Y/N never thought she would be so concerned over a king she had little care for other than previously seeing his ultimate destruction when it came to her past rearing under the Empire.
Ignis caught onto the sombering sound of her words, urging his hand to find her own there under the table to comfort her with merely his touch—perhaps, in truth, needing her own in turn.
A lot was on her mind and while Y/N would have found comfort in Ignis’ hold before, it was beginning to feel heavier than normal. She would have to make a tough choice in regards to what she wanted to do when the final battle was over. With her palm touching upon the back of the advisor’s hand, she closed her eyes tightly to fight back the negativity desiring to swallow her whole. Y/N did what she could to find relief in the tender and loving act.
“The one thing I do not miss about being on a boat is how long it takes for us just to get from Niflheim to Lucis and vise versa,” Y/N grumbled aloud when Ignis and herself found a room next door to the one given to Prompto on a cruise ship that had come into port that morning for them to take.
Ignis moved his duffle bag to the foot of the bed he was going to take upon finding it using echolocation by pressing his heel a bit harder into the carpeted flooring of the boat, sending out a small vibration to figure out where everything was. “A week is indeed a long time, but we already were fully aware it was going to take us nearly a month or so to get to the seat of the Empire.” His hands moved to the bed’s covers to feel of them before sitting on the side of it. “You don’t get easily seasick, do you?”
Y/N scrunched up her nose and swatted away the accusation. “Neh, I just hate being stuck in the same location for too long at times. Even a hermit like me wants to get out and move about sometime.” Seeing as Prompto took Sal, Y/N had nothing to truly unpack and merely flopped face first on the bed as she was still tired from the early rise. “This is good.” Her words were practically muffled by the covers as she lay still upon the bed like a dead person with her arms at her sides.
Ignis hardly heard them but paid the simple phrase little mind as he began to remove his boots to get comfortable as he had no reason to truly venture about the boat at current. As his darkened sight gazed in Y/N’s direction, the advisor thought on the best way to ask what he wanted to without being direct. “Those children weren’t bothering you any at breakfast, were they?”
She found the question oddly placed at current, but Y/N moved onto her side and humored him with an answer. “Not at all. I don’t mind kids and they don’t mind me, so it’s perfect harmony there.”
One of his boots was removed and Ignis took care in massaging the middle of his foot to work out the weariness. “Never fancied yourself a mother then, I wager?”
Hearing the title, Y/N scrunched up her nose again as if appalled to even consider it. “Well, I…don’t know.” She moved to where she too now was sitting on the side of her bed. “My mom was never truly around to tell me how to be a woman and there was even a time that…well…an old friend—a different old friend than Sulista, mind you—miscarried to the point I got scared of even wanting to picture it.”
Ignis’ brow wrinkled in dismay at that news. “I am sorry for your friend’s loss. That must have been difficult,” he quietly spoke, turning his attention back to the task at hand in regards to removing his other boot.
“She wasn’t the same since, and I just…” Y/N’s words derailed, hating she fell out of contact with her given the loss her friend suffered. Her hand rubbed the back of her neck to rid herself of the uneasy feeling. “…Maybe she healed.” Y/N tried to smile at the thought, breathing out her anxiety. “I’d like to think she did.”
“Time is merciful as it is cruel,” reminded the royal retainer as he unfastened the last of the buckles on his other boot to loosen it. “I am certain she is far better.”
Y/N shrugged her brow at the pleasant thought wishing her own salvation of coming to terms with losing Sulista would grace her in time. “Anyways—to answer you, I guess I get sort of upset when I see new mothers or mothers-to-be around me because I don’t know what I want, but at the same time, I do not trust myself to be a good mother.”
“You would be a fine mother, Y/N,” Ignis encouraged across from her, finally ridding himself of the other leather boot. “When life grants us such challenges, we stand firm and take on the responsibilities a lot more graciously then we think we will.”
Y/N rolled her eyes playfully at his sentiment, moving her feet back and forth like a child idly. “I am sure if I had the right, responsible adult or something beside me then it would be easier to consider what I wanted to do with a child.”
Ignis opened his left eye to peer in her direction to the best of his ability. “I do not qualify then?” he questioned curiously though a bit dreadful of what Y/N would say after their last talk of what they planned to do after this confrontation was over and Noctis and Gladiolus were saved.
The Templar woman was glad she wasn’t drinking anything but all the same, she nearly choked on her own spit when Ignis came right out to say it. “I-Ignis…! What are you implying!” Y/N demanded to know, clearing her throat and trying to settle her small coughing fit. Her cheeks hued with a bright blush, knowing full well what he was insinuating.
His legs crossed, fingers intertwined upon his knee as though he was about to make some sort of business proposal. “In the future, Y/N, I would like to consider the possibilities of passing on my linage to a child of my own given the position in which I stand before the King of Lucis. His own child requires an advisor as of late to tend to him as he ages, and I would want that responsibility to fall on my line,” Ignis explained, his thumbs tapping together as if to barricade his nervousness in the matter. “And in less business reasons and more selfish…” His words paused as he shifted about on the bed. “…it would be nice to know what it feels like to be a father to a child I love and with a woman I love.”
Y/N went speechless, her mind struggling to even think of the proper thing to say let alone yell at him for first. “Ignis, we just wanted to murder each other nearly a few days ago, and what did I tell you last night about celebrating early!” Her words were risen, frantic and uncertain of where anything could truly end.
Ignis frowned at her choice of words. “And I told you, Y/N, that I would protect you. What you aim to do after this is over will be very much in your hands, but I am offering you something far more pleasant than years of solitude in your past mistakes and servitude to an Order that doesn’t love you like I do.” Ignis pointed at where he could hear her speaking. “I am willing to remove your shackles of shame and guilt you’ve placed upon yourself and bind you to me and the love I have for you.”
Love…
Hearing it from him even now in a more sobering environment was oddly foreign even if welcoming. Hand moved to her rapidly beating heart, Y/N tried to stifle its loud thumping in worry Ignis would hear it. “You cannot speak in my corner when it comes to my punishment at the hands of your Lucian King when we free him.”
“And who says I need to?” Ignis questioned, leaning forward just a bit to where the bed moaned under his movements. “I trust my King will make the proper assessment in this. Should I be requested to stand in your stead, then I will gladly do so.”
Thinking about what she should do, Y/N knew in the climax of the end she’d have to surrender a lot of things at her home as there would be no time to truly grab anything if the Empire found out her betrayal. There were a few items she wanted to keep in terms of memories and the like, but again—the future remained uncertain and horrifying to her. Why couldn’t she just go back home and to bed again? Her palm rubbed her upper arm to be rid of the goose bumps that freckled her. “I just…” Words were failing her. What could she truly say to a future that was uncertain? Y/N’s lips moved inward as a heavy sigh escaped shortly after. “You promise me you won’t get yourself killed?”
Hearing the horror mixed with fear in her tone from across the room, Ignis pulled himself to his feet and ventured towards Y/N to ask for her hands with his palms open to her before taking a seat beside her. When he felt the weight of her touch, the advisor brought it to his chest. “I will do what is necessary to see everyone alive—.”
“—Promise me!” Y/N interrupted, hating that he was thinking of the broader picture than just himself at current. Ignis closed his mouth, preventing the words from continuing at the Templar’s forward demand. “I cannot go onward knowing someone I care for dies before me again! Do not make me go through that pain once more, please!” Her head rested against Ignis’ chest eventually, letting her hands go to his lap with his still cradling them. “The worst of it would be me being pregnant with your child after all of this is over and having to constantly be reminded of my failure in that child’s eyes…”
Ignis’ brow rose ever so at the mere mention, wondering if she was even considering the idea with that statement. “I would not leave you behind, Y/N,” he soothed, his fingers gracing the strands of her hair to try and lure her into a state of peace. “Least of all with my legacy growing inside of you.” His hands moved hers to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “Do you have such a lack in my abilities, my dear?”
“I have a lack of confidence in myself,” Y/N corrected. “You would have killed that daemon without me getting in the damn way…you wouldn’t have been hurt!”
Thinking back on the moment, Ignis’ lips parted as if to expel a quiet sigh at the mention of her being the reason he took the blow. “It was my fault for not gaining my own clarity on the situation,” explained Ignis to try and take the blame from her. “I heard you scream like you were about to die, and I ran in without much thought.” He sensed her breathe as if to dispute him. “Don’t you dare blame yourself, Y/N,” Ignis scolded as his brow furrowed at the thought. “I should have been more focused on the matter at hand and not let my emotions blind me further.”
Y/N knew it would be pointless to fight with him, leaving her to rest against his chest as the subtle beating of his heart calmed her. “Then…if you promise me that you won’t get yourself killed…” The Templar paused as the words fretfully tried to halt her in speaking as she gazed upward at the hunter assassin who was trying to look in her direction with the one misty eye he had open. Gathering her courage, Y/N breathed in and out her strength at the proposal she had been given to think on. “…I will move with you to Lucis after accepting my punishment from King Noctis and start a family with you.”
Ignis quietly gasped in delight as he moved forward to urge Y/N’s lips upon his own. His fingertips caressing her cheek in gratitude, he tilted his head to the side with his tongue in loving want pressing upon her oral barrier to ask for entrance as he hadn’t a time or moment to truly kiss her as this yet again since the last. He knows he could have, but he would have preferred not to make Prompto uncomfortable as he was aware his comrade still had a few doubts in regards to Y/N.
Eyes closed to enjoy in the warming sensation, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck to urge Ignis onward as it felt like a sort of feeling of going without water for too long—she just knew she needed it to revive herself again and his love was no different. Tongue lovingly stroking his in passing, Y/N found herself drunk on the sweet taste as she drank in her fill with a quiet moan humming in her throat. Fingers digging into the back of his dusty blond tresses upon their movement, Y/N found herself being quietly escorted down to the bed’s covers where she found the linens supporting her not near as in kind as Ignis did. Honestly, she found the mattress a bit too stiff for her liking but paid it no attention. Her palms upon his cheeks when their lips broke free from one another, Y/N released a mocking, delicate laugh that rumbled in her throat. “So now you want to make love with me?”
“I wasn’t about to give my companion nightmares if he walked in on me in a sexual state,” Ignis explained, placing a gentle kiss upon Y/N’s cheek before moving off of her. “Speaking of…” He took to his feet once more and moved to the door to make sure it was at least locked and that nobody would barge in on them before heading back to Y/N’s side to slide back onto the bed with ease. “Now I can begin without concern.”
(EDITED. Find the Unedited version on AO3 under my name Oreana! It’ll be under the same file name!)
The budding warmth inside of her after the intense release was a pleasant treat to her senses. It soothed her weary body, bringing Y/N into a relaxed state of being as she unwound her arms from Ignis and let them rest on either side of her face. As she attempted to get her breathing back under control, she felt Ignis depart from her with a subtle grunt from the tightness leaving his spent manhood, but he didn’t desire for Y/N to be in further discomfort. The blond lightly tapped her side.
“Move for a moment, love,” he insisted breathlessly as his fingers went for the pillows of the bed to move them to the floor.
Y/N did as requested, noting that he was pulling the covers out of place so that they could have an area to rest. “Already? We just woke up not but three hours ago.”
“I am just asking we be more comfortable than resting on top of covers exposed as we are,” insisted Ignis with a small chuckle as he cleared the space, allowing Y/N under the sheets if she wished. “Is it a crime on my behalf to desire a moment in your arms until we find our feet again for the day?”
“I never said either was bad,” Y/N said as a playful retort, moving under the bed sheets before Ignis followed in after her. “I guess I thought you were asking us back to bed again, and I thought that was weird.”
Again, Ignis chortled. “I may very well be blind, but I have a sense of time.” His arms moved about her once more but in a change of pace, Ignis rested his cheek against her chest to allow Y/N a sense of having a bit more power over him in the moment. “Besides, best to relish in the quiet and peaceful moments till our war catches up with us,” he whispered against her body, moving his leg over hers to bring her in close and protectively. “Just promise me…you’ll…never leave me,” Ignis pleaded as if fearing that could be the case in the future.
His words were heavy and almost quivering in a sort of way that showed he could cry at any minute thinking she would. Y/N frowned at the thought but a smile chased it away just as quickly as it came. “I will never leave you…” Her fingers embedded within Ignis’ tresses, she lightly massaged his scalp to the point she could hear him muffling a few pleasing moans against her body. Protected with him so close, Y/N laid her cheek to rest against his messy hair while hoping their laid future plans would come to fruition.