#poor ignis

[juantheashura]

How did the team react when they first got their superpowers?

Oh, this is fun! Well, you already know about yourself and Lat, obviously, so let's see...

Seeker didn't really have a reaction, since he's had his powers since he was more or less a toddler. His first memory is, ironically, of using his powers. He doesn't remember a life before them.

Forlorn doesn't exactly remember a time before his powers either, not perfectly, since super strength has always been there. His laser vision came a bit later though, and he was a bit disappointed about it, but his parents got him out of that funk real quick. They were super proud of him, and he was everything they ever wanted in a kid. He was perfect just as he was.

Aki was a bit similar, super strength was always part of the deal, but when her frost breath came about, her family reacted in a much more excited and celebratory way. Her dad straight up took something like a week off work to make her feel super special.

Nova didn't believe he had powers at first. He was good at building things, but he never really considered there might be powers behind that. It wasn't until he saw himself reading nuclear physics and designing AIs out of a potato computer that he started to think there was more to it than him just having a good brain. When that happened, he brought it up to his parents, and then... Well. You'll see.

Mars had a bad time when his powers first came about. He was somewhat scared when they first manifested, though that eventually gave way to excitement. Still, things weren't very good for a while. More on that later!

Ignis' powers came at the most mundane of times. She was something like 7-8, and doing something that everyone's parents tells them not to do.

Eating cookies and drinking milk on her bed while watching cartoons.

Eventually, obviously, her glass of milk was about to spill, and she was too far, and when she reached out her hand... In came a small golden bucket to hold the liquids, scaring the hell out of her. The milk spilled regardless since she couldn't maintain objects very well yet, but the scream brought her parents to the room, who noticed their child was a lot more special than they expected.

... At first, Ignis was really happy. Lots of attention, lots of talking, lots of her parents being sickeningly sweet.

And then the chats turned into how to spin this for good PR and if they could somehow monetize or sell the image of the 'Coltello Heir' being powered, with the talks of hiring some trainer to show her how to best utilize her powers so she never caused them any embarrassment.

That's about when she stopped being happy about it. Took her a while, and some therapy, to realize that's when things stopped sounding so good, though. But the horrors of being raised by the Coltellos shall be explored in detail later, so just hold tight!

[ragewerthers]

Break For It

Summary: Ignis may not always know the best way to look after himself, but thankfully Gladio does.

A/n: Hello there! 

Here is my contribution to the ffxv brotherly love week!

This is for Day 10: Carry

You can read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25249624

Enjoy! :D

Word Count: 755

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Poking his head out of his room, Ignis glanced around his apartment, eyes narrowed as he scanned for any sign of his partner.

There was no creaking of floorboards.  No sizzle of breakfast or burble from the coffee pot.

Silence.

He was alone.

Which meant… he could make a break for it.

He nudged the door to his bedroom open just a little more, taking a tentative step down the hall… then another.  The only sound reaching his ears was his own slightly rattled breathing and whatever stuffy noises were coming from his nose.

Surely Gladio was overreacting.  This had to be allergies.  Nothing more, nothing less.

Granted he had never been affected by allergies a single day in his life, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t start now! Bringing his arm up to stifle a sneeze, he was distracted just long enough not to notice the shadow that suddenly loomed behind him until it was too late.

“And where do you think you’re goin’, hot stuff?” a deep voice growled and before Ignis could register what was happening he was being swept up into the strong arms of his partner, shield and, apparently, his prison guard.

“Gladio!  Put me down this insta-ACHOO!”  His diatribe was cut short as another tickle in his nose had him quickly turning his head and sneezing into the crook of his elbow.

“If I do you’re gonna try and make another break for it and you need to rest,” Gladio said simply, shaking his head as he made his way carefully back toward Ignis’s room.

The adviser huffed unhappily before slumping back against Gladio’s chest, a pout making its way onto his features.

Glancing down Gladio couldn’t help chuckling at the sight and shook his head.  “You’re ridiculous,” he murmured fondly as he reentered the room.  As gently as possibly he lowered Ignis down onto the bed, the man lying out as Gladio took a seat beside him.  “Look at you… you didn’t even completely dress yourself.”

Glancing down Ignis suddenly realized that yes… he may be wearing two different colored socks… and yes… his grey button up didn’t quite mesh well with his moogle print sweats.

Oh astrals.

“I really am sick, aren’t I?” he grumbled, making Gladio smile sympathetically as he reached over to the nightstand for a cup of water he’d left for Ignis earlier.

“Afraid so, darlin’.  Though I’m surprised it took a look at your fashion choices right now for you to realize it,” he teased, handing over the drink as Ignis sat up a bit to take it.  The adviser took a few careful sips before Gladio took it back, noticing the slight tremble in the man's hands.  “I think your fever is coming back.  Are you cold?” he asked softly as Ignis sunk back down onto the bed.  The little nod he received as Ignis shivered slightly made his heart ache and he went into action to remedy his partners discomfort.  Standing up he helped to maneuver his long limbed darling back under the covers, tucking them around him and making sure he was bundled up to his red nose.  “There… any better?” he murmured, watching as Ignis curled up slightly and snuggled into the warmth.

“Could be… better,” he mumbled, blinking open a bleary eye and looking up at Gladio.  “Stay with me?”

The words were so softly spoken and so unsure that Gladio didn’t think a force on this Eos could ever make him move.  “Of course I’ll stay, Iggy.  As long as you need me,” he murmured, soothing his fingers through Ignis’ hair before moving to the other side of the bed.  Once he had slipped in under the covers he moved closer, wrapping his arms around Ignis and drawing him closer to his own warm body.

Like a moth to a flame, Ignis instantly turned in his hold and snuggled closer to Gladio, giving another little shiver before sighing contentedly.

“Now get some rest and maybe… maybe… I’ll bring you your laptop later.”

Ignis peeked up to glare at the man.  “I can’t believe you hid it on me.”

“I can’t believe you tried to make a break for it in moogle sweatpants.”

“...... touche.”

With that, Ignis ducked his head back down and it wasn’t much longer before his soft snores could be heard throughout the room, the slight stuffiness of his nose not helping to quiet them.

Chuckling softly, Gladio shook his head and dropped a soft kiss to the top of Ignis’s head.

“Sleep tight, Iggy.”

[royalbratprince]

[I was thinking about @inimiicus ‘ Blank Slate verse this afternoon and some other kid!Ardyn and protective!Noct writings we’d done, and uh.  Well.  I’d also previously talked about a dumb idea of it being hilarious if Noct was in a polyamorous relationship with his retinue it me, after all and every time kid!Adryn wanted to wake not-Dad!Noct up, he had to crawl across everyone else to do it.  Small humors, you know how it is.

...Then I guess my brain got a little serious and a drabble happened.  More on the semi-domestic fluff side of things.  Somehow.  After Noct and kid!Ardyn meet.]

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He'd sent a text.  Which was always cheap and always dumb, especially when there was so much to say.  So he'd sent three texts, trying to explain who he'd found.  And what he wanted to do. It absolutely explained why Ignis wasn't in the least bit quiet or polite about walking into the private conference room, closing the door with a good deal of extra force.  "You can't be serious, Noctis."

Already about what he expected.  A little better, truth be told.  "Somehow I didn't think you'd lead with that."

Leaning over the table, supported by noticeably rigid fingertips, there was no humor in the response.  "The situation is a little too dire to joke about."

"Dire?"  They weren't the greatest of circumstances, but treating them as negative and dangerous right away...

"Exceptionally integral to the future of everyone, then."  The adviser finally sat, if stiffly.

"Better."

"Noct.  If he is who you think he is--"

"He is."  Noctis interrupted, certain of it.  Uncomfortably certain; but that was in part why he'd come to the decision he had.  "Or--  Was, I'm not--  Specs, it's him.  Before any of the shit he went through."

Ignis stared at the king for a number of seconds like he was one of those visual puzzles he used to be fond of when he was younger.  As if there were something hidden in plain sight, or an easy solution despite knowing better, and despite the unmoving gaze meeting his.  "Then perhaps finding him a family elsewhere in Lucis is in his best interest, and yours." Alright, that hurt a little.  He hadn't even considered...  "I found him.  I don't know... if I was supposed to or not, but I did.  I don't just want to drop him on someone else when I'm the first person he's seen here..." "And what will we tell the citizens?  Surely this will be noticed sooner or later." A classic Ignis diversion, and Noctis saw it for what it was; trying to make a seemingly separate point in order to link them.  Show that something's a bad idea so any related ideas must be bad as well.  He wasn't going to bite, and wasn't going to worry about the public relations.  "He's an orphan.  It's the truth, even if...   I don't know how to tell him that."  He saw his adviser take a breath to make another point, and interrupted.  "Or that we'll never be able to find his mother or brother no matter how long we look.  He's lost, Ignis." The mask of neutrality was almost flawless.  But the anger came through clipped words, not bothering to control himself entirely when there were no delegates, no politics and outward appearances to worry over.  "You are finished.  You are done with your responsibility to him in all forms."

It wasn't an outburst in any sense of the word, but it may as well have been for everything the words carried.  "I--  You're right, you know.  Got sick of that a long time ago."  The smile was brittle, fleeting, watching green eyes settle on him with the kind of intensity he'd seen in the wildlife of Duscae, watching and waiting and trying to figure him out.  "But he's here now, and maybe I don't owe him anything, but I... I want to give him what I can anyway.  Nothing in his life was fair.  I'm not even sure this is fair, but I know--  He's a kid, Ignis.  Just a normal kid.  He was so scared when I first met him, and... shy.  And he's alone."

There was a library of unspoken words trailing in the silence.  Noctis saw someone helpless in need of protecting, and he was there, able to offer.  At long last, Ignis sighed.  "Do you think you can provide everything he needs?"

"I know I can."

"I don't just mean financially."

All of that kingly authority deflated somewhat, leaving an uncertain but very determined human being.  "Yeah... I know."  There were things he remembered wanting and needing that he didn't get, but maybe that... wasn't so bad.  He could be sure not to make the same mistakes, couldn't he?  Not to mention standing in the way of anything that might call itself "fate", "destiny".  To make sure anything calling itself "divine" stayed away.

Whatever Ignis sought in the king’s gaze must have been found on an instinctive, gut level.  The tension receded slightly, letting him properly sit back in his chair.  It even allowed the stiffness to bleed from his voice, a hint of humor seeping back in.  "Mm.  You haven't even made an announcement about your relationship yet.  Nevermind adoption."

Noctis snorted in spite of himself.  Yes, that.  "Different subject."   He accused, getting at least a small smile out of Ignis because of it.  "And not the important part.  So we're not a conventional family.  I think as soon as everyone meets him, really meets him, you're going to understand."

Another sigh followed, but there was a mild fondness in it.  He was willing to meet the child, at least.  To entertain this wild notion if only because of the convictions of the man next to him.  "I thought you said you weren't interested in adopting anything without four legs or feathers."

The king made no excuses, merely crossing his arms and shrugging.  "I could get him a chocobo onsie."

Ignis knew exactly how easily possible that could be thanks to Prompto.   "Even in his previous life, he did not deserve that."

[sagefiredaggers]

“STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK!”

Ignis has cringed when Noah snapped at him. He could hear the frustration in her careworn voice. And she was right, he was pretending.

Perhaps the reason for her losing patience with it was the fact that his nose was bleeding. And there was a scape on his chin and cheek, as well as bloody and swollen knuckles. He fell, after running into the corner of an outside wall. And he was pretending nothing had happened, except to blot gently at his bloody nose with a handkerchief. He wouldn’t admit that he’d lost his temper and punched the ground a few times. And he had no idea where his blinders fell. Gods but he needed a strong drink.

“I am fine,” he replied, voice wooden with suppressed emotions.

[chilledfoodtin]

Not all cross-chains are good cross-chains.

[mrs-ignis-ffxv]

Poor Ignis LOL

[aeolist-meg]

[aevumae]

@ignisitia | continued from here

Möngke’s temples are pounding from the ridiculously loud music blaring in the night club’s background. Why did he agree to being dragged around like this? He just wants to sleep for twelve hours straight. His friends had gone off somewhere else, most likely to get even more smashed, while Möngke is left by his bitter self at the bar nursing a cold drink. Which, in all honesty, he would’ve been fine with if he hadn’t been joined by unpleasant company.

It doesn’t help that the drunk keeps trying to wrap an arm around his shoulders while loudly proclaiming his prowess in drinking multiple people under the table. Möngke narrows his eyes at the drunk, knowing that the barkeep is keeping an eye on him too, and gauges how well he can beat this guy up in his own mildly inebriated state. After he coldly shoves off the drunk, he returns to his phone and carefully taps out another text.

[text] fair point but also [text] can’t i stab em a little [text] it wouldn’t even bleed. probably [text] i’m sure the king would approve of self-defense since this guy can’t take a fucking hint and leave me alone