“..My King and I will just adore having you over.” - Ignis
The idea was haunting me for awhile, and I had to get it done.. lol After playing Skyrim nonstop for awhile, these thoughts came to be. I only made Ignis half-blind as I imagine the burn mark was from an attack he wasn’t able to get away from and the other is an orange-red as that’s the color of eyes the vampires usually have in the game.
Fakey screenshot attempt after having not done them in forever. Drawing Ignis makes me feel better after the hurricane scare. Enjoy. Please do not use without my permission~. Thanks!
This is the story of you on an unexpected journey. Are you deemed worthy to fight alongside your King?
//wow, it only took me half a year to finally update LOL. So much has happened since I originally started writing this chapter, but I hope yall like it <3
Gladiolus held you with his arms around your shoulders in a protective hold, his nose buried in your hair. He leaned back against the side of the Regalia with you resting against him with your back to his chest. Once your high had gone down and the pain subsided completely, he helped you back to your feet. You all stood outside the garage, waiting for Ignis to be finished speaking with whom you learned was Cindy, grand daughter of a close friend of the king.
“S-So,” Prompto hesitantly spoke, “How did you get out of there, Y/N?”
“Someone... helped me,” you quietly answered.
Noct’s brows furrowed, “They let you escape?”
“Yeah.... He must have been a Nif, I mean, the guy brought me over the wall in a freakin’ dropship.”
The prince paused for a moment, his gaze going towards the direction of the crown city and then down to his feet. “.... How bad was it? The city, I mean.”
You shook your head, remembering the pandemonium that came with the first tremor, followed by your work building crumbling down with you in it. You hadn’t witnessed it all with your own eyes, but the screams and the explosions... The memory made you huddle more into your boyfriend’s hold.
“I-I....”
Gladio finally interjected, “Let’s talk about that another time. She needs rest.”
Noctis gave him an irritated look, “Wha..? But-”
“Not now, Noct.”
It was at that moment that Ignis rejoined the four of you, suggesting to stay at the caravan in Galdin Quay. Gladio refused to release you from his hold anytime soon, which you had no objections towards and sat comfortably in his lap during the drive to the resort. You got to relax on the sandy beach and watch the sun dip below the ocean while Ignis prepped dinner. It was there, as you and the others unwound from the events of the day that you discovered that the attack had occurred four days ago. You were shocked to realize you had been trapped under the rubble for so long, it was no wonder you were so starved of blood.
After a delicious meal and a bit of chatting with the boys, you hopped into the tiny shower of the caravan to wash off all the dirt you were covered in. Vampire wounds healed a bit slower to that of a lycan, so yours had barely scarred over by the time you removed the bandages on your shoulder where the bullets had pierced you. As much as you would have preferred hot water to wash away the stress of the day, cold water would have to get the job done for now. Emerging from the tiny bathroom wrapped in a towel with your wet hair dripping onto your shoulders, the situation with your clothes arose.
With your belongings irretrievable and the clothes you had been wearing filthy and on the verge of tatters, the boys graciously decided to come together to compose some sort of outfit for you. You sat on the small couch of the caravan, your back to Ignis as he sewed at the straps of the oversized tank top you wore that Gladio had picked out for you. It would have been easier for Prompto or Noctis to lend you one of their shirts, but your ever stubborn and possessive boyfriend wasn’t having it. He sat in front of you, rubbing your aching feet while Ignis busied himself with the thread and needle. Although you were struggling a bit to stay awake, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up, you felt a sort of tension in the air. You glanced out towards the open door of the caravan, able to hear Noctis and Prompto laughing and conversing over a game of King’s Knight- they’d most likely be the last to go to bed.
“So,” you spoke up, “ you guys have been hunting in the meantime?”
“That is correct,” Ignis said over your shoulder, snapping the thread before moving on to the next strap of your shirt.
“Good and easy way to make some Gil,” Gladio chipped in.
You smiled, mind wandering and imagining the four of them engaged in combat with the wildlife, and eventually picturing yourself fighting alongside them as well. But your smile faltered, reminding yourself that you had no formal training in combat. Sure, you could deck a guy if he tried to make an unwanted move, but never had you wielded a weapon nor knew how to block an incoming blow. And with that, you knew that sticking with them would just slow them down out in the field. Ignis noticed the slump of your shoulders, glancing up at Gladio who nodded in acknowledgement.
“Since it seems you shall be joining us for our journey, I think it would be best for you to take part in morning training.”
Glancing back at Ignis, you asked “Morning training?”
“You needn’t worry,” he chuckled, “we will start with the basics.”
As Ignis snipped at the thread after finishing the last stitch, you stretched out the kinks from your back. You thanked him and he nodded in acknowledgement as he clapped a hand on Gladio’s shoulder before he made is way to the small kitchenette and began cleaning. As you watched him, you couldn’t stop the yawn that escaped and Gladio chuckled, “C’mon princess, let’s get you to bed.”
You gave a sigh and paused; as tired as you were, you couldn’t shake off that little bit of anxiety that had wedged itself in your chest.
“Actually, Gladdy, I’m gonna stay up a bit and help Iggy. It’s the least I could do.”
Your boyfriend took your face in his hands and caressed your cheek.
He gave you a small smile, “Not too late. Remember, you start training in the morning. I want you up bright and early.”
“Yeah...”
Gladio went into the darkened bedroom where you heard him flop into the bed with a groan, causing the caravan to slightly shake. Ignis peered over his glasses as he watched you approach. You grabbed a dish towel and began drying off the pans he set to drip-dry.
“Gil for your thoughts?” His voice was quiet.
You shook your head, unsure where to start. When you had dried off a saucepan and opened your mouth to speak, he began, “Undoubtedly, you’re anxious about joining us in the fray.”
You huffed, “ You sure you’re not a mind reader, Ig?”
He gave a soft laugh, “I’m quite sure, simply observant.”
“You never cease to amaze me. I’m just... Not sure about this- about me. What if I can’t keep up? What if I’m not a fighter like the rest of you?.”
Ignis straightened his posture as he handed you a freshly cleaned bowl, “You seem to forget you’re not exactly ‘normal’.”
“Hard to forget but I do anyways.”
“And although I have taught you about vampyrism in a domestic setting, there is much to learn in terms of your full potential. You already have an advantage, a supernatural advantage.”
You shrugged, “I know, but you guys have had years of training. I can’t help but have my doubts.”
Ignis turned off the faucet, drying his hands before taking the damp towel from you and drawing your attention. You peered up at him, your troubled eyes meeting sea foam gems.
“I assure you, under my tutelage, you will not fail. Trust in my words, Y/N.” He smiled in amusement at the sight of your sleepy eyes struggling to stay open.
“Now, off to bed. I expect you to assist me with making breakfast in the morning.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his words. Perhaps you needed to put a bit more faith in yourself. You rubbed at the sleep in your eyes and nodded, “Goodnight, Iggy.”
You walked to the bedroom where Gladio was already snoring gently. As soon as your weight was on the bed, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back against his chest. It was so sweet, you missed this. You realized you left the bedroom door open and light poured in from the kitchen, giving you a view of Ignis as he finished up wiping down the counters. It put you at ease, knowing that he believed in you and was willing to go to great lengths for your benefit. Your eyes began to close, fatigue taking over, but there was no mistaking what you saw. He brought his hand to his mouth and spat out something shiny into his ungloved palm: two bullets, once drenched in your blood but now clean.
Gladiolus, being the early riser of the four, was sure to wake you and start the day with a jog along the beach. Although you were sore from the day before, you somehow managed to keep up with him. It was nice, the brisk morning air coupled with the gorgeous view of the sparkling sea along with the loving and excited smile your boyfriend had. Ignis was awake and laying out the ingredients for the meal that you would help him prep. It was a simple yet filling breakfast: omelettes with some fried potato wedges and sausage on the side. You and the others were halfway through your servings by the time Prompto and Noctis finally emerged from the camper.
Once everyone finished their meals, you aided in clean up before the four of you moved closer towards the edge of the water. You gave an extra tug at the laces of the boots Prompto had lent you before straightening out and stretching your arms above your head, swallowing the lump in your throat as your first opponent stood before you: Gladio.
“Our kind excels in speed,” Ignis said, standing a bit behind you and serving as your instructor, “and though tricky it may be to hone it at first, it is an invaluable skill that will turn the tides of battle, no matter what may come. This is what we shall begin with.”
You inhaled sharply as your boyfriend removed his open shirt and let it drop, rolling his shoulders back and grounding his feet. You pointed and shook your head, “That’s not fair, put your shirt back on.”
“Come on,” he laughed, “Gonna let a bit of muscle throw you off, babe?”
“You must be ready for anything,” Ignis interjected, “Even the unexpected.”
And with the snap of his fingers, you were suddenly tackled to the ground. Not by Gladio, but by Noctis. You hit the sand with a groan, Noctis standing above you. But there was something about him that felt off, probably because his eyes were flickering between his natural blue and a bright green. The prince shook his head as he stumbled back, putting a hand to his forehead and glaring at Ignis.
“I told you never to do that again,” he hissed, stomping back to his spot beside his best friend.
You looked up at the royal adviser, whose eyes were glowing before settling back to their original shade of sea foam.
He smirked and adjusted his glasses, “My apologies, Your Highness, but I needed to make a point. The first rule of battle is for one to never let their guard down.”
There was movement at the corner of your eyes, turning your head just in time to see Gladio taking advantage of the distraction and charging towards you. You grunted as you shoved yourself out of the Shield’s path at the last moment, feeling the buffet of sand as he passed you.
“That leads us to the next rule: never stay down and never stay still.”
Just as soon as you had evaded Gladio’s attack, he was turning around and barreling back towards you. You rolled out of the way once more and scrambled onto your feet, staring him down as he stalked around you in circles. Staying in motion, you told yourself. You took careful steps around him, eyes flickering between him and Ignis. The adviser showed no sign of dissatisfaction nor of praise, it was as if he was waiting for something.
This time you were ready for when your boyfriend ran at you at full force, spinning out of the way before his shoulder could collide with your own. You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face with the rush of air that went by with him. The adrenaline was beginning to creep in, making your body tingle, as if a weight was lifted and a fog was clearing.
You continued this sequence until you dodged every attack with ease, as if you were dancing on air. You had gotten comfortable with the rhythm that had been set until there was a shift, a change that caught you off guard for a moment. Gladio gave a wolfish snarl before sticking his arm out to stop you, suddenly colliding with it and knocking some air out of you. He took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you and lift you into the air, making you squeal in his hold. He let out a laugh as he spun you around, looking over at Ignis who did his best to contain an amused smile.
“That’s enough, let her go,” the Strategist commanded.
Gladiolus carefully set you down, giving your cheek a teasing pinch to which you responded with jabbing your fist into his ribs. He didn’t even flinch.
“Speed alone won’t keep you from getting snatched up.”
You rolled your eyes, “Obviously, that’s why you guys have to teach me more.”
The others stepped forward, Noctis catching your attention with a proposition.
“What do you think, Y/N? You’re pretty fast, but do you think you can take on Ignis in a race?”
You and Ignis looked at one another, sharing an intense gaze filled with mischief. He smirked and adjusted his glasses, “I’ll bite, let’s have at it.”
Would it be possible to do a drabble with vampire Iggy coaxing his newly turned mate through their first feeding?
Thank you so much for the request. I hope you enjoy this.
Pairing: Vampire!Ignis x reader
I would say this is sfw, however do be aware there is blood and biting involved as this is a vampire!au. Happy reading,
-M
Your skin tingled as you rested soundlessly on the silk sheets. The light of the lamp seemed all too bright, making you wince in discomfort. When did the lights get so bright in here you thought to yourself.
“Easy love,” a cool voice cooed.
You turned to see Ignis walking into the room, holding a mug of something. You couldn’t help but notice how different he seemed. It was undoubtedly still Ignis, but it felt like seeing him for the first time all over again. The curve of his jaw so alluring, the faintest hint of freckles that speckled his face, the different hues of his irises, it was all too much. You felt overstimulated, all the new sensations making it difficult to focus on anything he said. His gentle touch brought you back down as he lightly tilted your chin, coaxing you to look up at him.
“Sorry my love, I know this is all quite overwhelming at first. Just focus on me,” he muttered softly, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.
You could feel every line of his lips, the slightest part between, and the faintest of breath exhaled against your face. You reached for him desperately, still so alarmed by the overwhelming new level of sensations.
“Ignis,” you breathed, as you clung tightly to his arm.
It was only one word, and yet it seemed more than enough to get your point across, as he gently wrapped you in his arms. He held you until you seemed to calm down, even then not fully letting you go. He kept one arm wrapped loosely around your waist while the other extended the mug he had been carrying towards you. You tentatively accepted the mug, curiously peering into the crimson fluid.
It smelled appealing at first, and you were about to take a sip when you picked up on another scent. Something sharp and unnatural was mixed with the blood. Your nose scrunched up involuntarily as you looked back at Ignis.
“Try it,” he chuckled lightly.
You gave him one last questioning glance, before tacking a sip of the crimson liquid swirling around in the mug. You gagged immediately as the liquid reached the back of your throat. It was like tasting a mouthful of copper, tinged with some sort of strong preservative.
“What was that?!” you asked as you glared indignantly at the mug.
Ignis chuckled again, taking the mug from you and setting it gently on the nightstand.
“That was blood. It’s preserved blood; it’s not quite the same as fresh. It is however, easier to get ahold of.” Taking note of your concerned facial expression, he was quick to add, “Not to worry dear heart, there are other options should you be unable to adapt to the preserved sort.”
“Ignis, I’m so hungry,” you replied looking sadly at the mug.
He extended his wrist towards you with a smile, “then feed my love.”
Fangs extended, you eagerly reached for his wrist pulling it to your mouth before a concerning thought passed your mind. What if I can’t stop? You quickly pushed his wrist back towards him. Despite not speaking a word, he seemed to understand your concerns completely. He gently cupped your cheek, brushing the pad of his thumb across your cheekbone.
“It’s quite alright. I promise. I’ll teach you to feed, just trust me.” He said softly.
“But what if I can’t stop myself? What if I take too much? Six Ignis! What if I hurt you?!” you cried.
He once more pulled you close, rubbing soothing patterns gently across your back. It’s okay. Everything is okay. You weren’t sure if he actually spoke aloud, or not as you almost seemed to sense the words as opposed to hearing them. You couldn’t explain it, but somehow you felt a sort of relaxing sensation working its way through your system. You felt yourself relaxing despite your worries. Concerns melted away as you steadily found yourself solely focused on Ignis. In an almost trance-like state you found yourself pulling his arm to your mouth & sinking your newfound fangs into his wrist.
Ignis couldn’t help the slight moan that left his lips as you pierced the sensitive flesh of his wrist. The pain mixed with the pleasure of being bitten by his mate. You drank from him desperately, his blood sending a euphoric feeling throughout your body. It was like nothing you had ever experienced. In that moment he was everything. All was long forgotten as you became enraptured in the sensation of his blood. As it travelled from his body throughout your own, you felt as if every nerve in your body had been reawakened. You felt truly alive. You had no idea how long you had been feeding off Ignis, before his calm voice brought you back to consciousness.
“Y/n” he said calmly.
You gave a dazed smile, as you pulled back from him. Feeling a sort of buzz from the blood, you reached for him. He complied immediately, pulling you onto his chest with a smile. You felt yourself melting to his touch.
“I feel so light & sort of fuzzy,” you muttered into his chest.
“It’s a side effect of the blood.
Feeding too much can give you a sort of high. It’s the start of bloodlust. You want to try to make sure to stop when you start feeling that high, otherwise you can make yourself sick. Not to worry though,” he soothed, “I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”
You nuzzled further into his chest, content in the knowledge that whatever happened, Ignis would be there to guide you through your transformation.
a corpse supposed, in european folklore, to leave its grave at night to drink the blood of the living by biting their necks with long pointed canine teeth.
Author’s Note: In honor of Friday the 13th and the Halloween season, I give you, Vampire!Ignis! I know, I’m not the first to think of it, nor will I be the last, but this is just my smutty take on it. Vampires are my favorite mythical creatures, after all, and Ignis is my favorite chocobro, so it was inevitable. Think of this as a Monster AU. There are mentions of the other guys as well, along with what creatures they are..but it’s mainly a vampire!Ignis x fem!reader fic. Word count: 8930. BTW, I guess a trigger warning would be blood? Not blood play, just...vampire feeding, I guess...
You hadn’t seen Ignis Scientia in months. One day he was at work, and the next day he wasn’t. Your boss explained that Prince Noctis had some urgent business to attend to outside of Insomnia and his advisor, shield, and best friend were to accompany him. No one was sure just how long the group would be absent, but the King of Lucis was adamant that the Prince was well taken care of and that the business they had was important and that they would all return safely in time. As suspicious as it seemed, you had no reason to question your king, and so you had no choice but to move forward.
You had worked in the Citadel since graduation. You were one of the junior members of the Council, training up to be a full-fledged member in a few years. This meant that you crossed paths with the Prince’s advisor quite often, seeing as how he attended most Council meetings in his charge’s place. You had initially just exchanged pleasantries, but eventually, the two of you struck up a friendship. Ignis was intelligent, handsome, and witty, but most only saw him as the stoic glorified nanny to Prince Noctis. You, however, always knew better. He easily (and most likely unintentionally) charmed you with his intellect and humor, and you counted yourself one of the few to be on the receiving end of his heart-melting smiles. And his eyes…oh, Astrals, his eyes! Those emerald pools could drown you with one look, but the way they reflected such joy when he spoke to you or smiled at you…you were a goner.
Ignis kept his private life, well, private, and so you never knew if he actually already had a significant other, but that didn’t stop you from dreaming that one day you could be lucky enough to be on the receiving end of his affections. Just when you had finally worked up the nerve to confess your feelings to him, he vanished. All courage went down the drain then, and heartbroken, you resumed your normal life of work, dreaming of the day you would see Ignis again, hoping that you’d have the chance to try again.
So when he randomly showed up at your door one night, you couldn’t help but be completely shocked and totally smitten with him all over again. You had been curled up on your couch, engrossed in a fantasy novel when the doorbell chimed. One look at the clock on the wall to your left told you this was no ordinary visitor. No one, salesperson, chocobo scout, or friend dropping by your part of town, would ever show up at such a late hour. You cautiously snuck to the doorway to peer through the peephole. You could barely make out a tall, lanky shape standing just on the edge of the light cast out by your porch light. Your hand automatically reached for the baseball bat you had propped up against your umbrella stand. You hadn’t played ball in years, but your dad had always suggested you keep it handy in case of an unwanted visitor. The door stayed locked whether you were home or away, so you knew this visitor couldn’t easily force their way in. You hesitantly called out, “Who’s there?”
You saw the visitor flinch at the sound of your voice. “Y/N?” they questioned, before quickly clamping a hand over their mouth. Before they could turn to go, you quickly unlatched the door and threw it open. You knew that voice instantly and all fears were cast aside the moment it pricked your ears. “Ignis!?”
He froze. He had been in the process of turning around, as if to flee quickly before you stopped him dead in his tracks. You couldn’t believe it. It had been months since you saw him, and yet here he stood at your very door. You let your excitement cloud your sense of judgment initially before reason finally caught up to you. You had started to step across the threshold, one arm outstretched towards the man when you stopped. “Wait. Ignis, why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be away on business with Prince Noctis? Or did you just come back?” So many questions swam around in your mind as you gaped at the man hidden in the shadows. It finally hit you that something was off about him, and fear gripped you, causing your flesh to break out into goose bumps and the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end. Something about this situation was very, very wrong.
Ignis remained in the shadows, but turned his body to face you. You could make out his face, but only just so. It was definitely him, but something seemed different, though you weren’t sure how. He was dressed in his typical black pants, boots, and purple dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His usual driving gloves were absent, and you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring the veins and muscles in his hands and forearms as he brought one hand up to rub at his forehead.
“Y/N, I apologize. I thought this house belonged to someone else. I’m so sorry I disturbed you. I’ll just be on my way,” he wearily explained before turning away from you once more.
“Wait!” You lunged at him then, ignoring every red flag that your brain threw at you, and wrapped your fingers around his wrist. Though you had never really touched him before, any accidental brushes or bumps against him were always warm and welcomed. His wrist, however, was like ice despite the hot summer night. You gasped and quickly released your grip, taking a step back into the light of your porch. Something wasn’t right. “Ignis, what’s wrong? What happened to you? Why are you here?” Your heart was racing. Adrenaline was commanding you to run back in the house but something else was keeping you rooted to the spot. Was that curiosity or just plain stupidity? You weren’t really sure at the moment, but you were confused. You were in love with this man, but why should he suddenly be here, right in front of you?
Ignis hesitated; he considered fleeing as he originally intended once he realized gravity of the situation he had accidentally put himself in, but he had always cared about you, and even though your wellbeing depended on him leaving, he didn’t want it to end like this. He felt he owed you a bit of an explanation. He sighed and angled towards you yet again. Gods, you were still as beautiful as he remembered. You hadn’t changed at all in the months he had been away. Even standing there, unsure of yourself, questions swimming in your eyes, clad in sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, you were as radiant as ever and it killed him to think about what he was almost willing to do to you. There was no way he was going to subject you to that, now that he realized this was your residence. It was one thing to do this to a complete stranger. There was no way he would go through with this with someone he knew, especially someone he had been pining after. Remaining in the shadows, he inhaled deeply before asking, “How long have you resided in this house? As I seem to recall, you had an apartment closer to the Citadel, did you not?”
Right. You just moved in a month ago. It was silly of you to think that he was here specifically to visit you. He was gone before you even got the house. He had no way of knowing. “Yeah, I did, but when my aunt passed away nearly two months ago, she left me her house. I’ve only been here about a month. But she had lived here for years. Did you plan on visiting her? She was a florist…what business would you or the Prince, for that matter, have with a simple florist?”
Ignis knew there was no way he would be able to truly talk his way out of this. You were too sharp. That and he didn’t relish the thought of having to lie to you or manipulate your mind. He was up to his armpits in secrets these days, and frankly he was sick of it all. Conflicted as he was, perhaps he could be honest with you without you laughing in his face or trying to murder him. He knew your father had insisted you keep a baseball bat by the door for your safety, and though it wouldn’t do much good to beat him with it, he didn’t particularly want to be bludgeoned that night. Throwing all caution to the wind, he decided to give you a taste of the truth.
“Truth be told, Y/N, I didn’t know who’s house this was. I was in need of something and this was the first house I happened to come across. I offer my condolences, by the way. As I recall, you always spoke highly of your aunt and the two of you were very close. She was still rather young, however, wasn’t she?” He hadn’t realized how long it had been since he saw you last, but being in your presence was relaxing. He had missed you—your smile, the sound of your voice, the way you always stood with one hip pushed out to the side, your arms folded across your chest like you had an attitude. He wanted to draw this conversation out as long as possible before arriving at the inevitable.
You looked away, suddenly filled with emotion. You hastily wiped a stray tear away before answering. “Yeah, my aunt was my best friend. She found out she had cancer. The doctors did everything they could, but it was already at such an advanced stage when she found out. She never married nor had any kids, so she willed everything to me. I spent so much time over here growing up, I couldn’t part with it, and so I moved in. At least she’s not in pain anymore.”
“I’m sorry,” Ignis whispered. He wanted so badly to hold you, but he didn’t want to tempt himself, especially when he was so thirsty. He couldn’t bare it if he lost control for one moment.
You were temporarily distracted by memories of your aunt, but you realized something about Ignis’s story didn’t make sense. “Wait, you said you were in need of something. Ignis, are you in trouble? Can I help you? Why don’t you just come—“
“No!” he practically yelled. You flinched at his outburst. You had started to invite him in, but that was the last thing he needed. It would be all too tempting to give into his thirst in such a confined space with you. Ignis cleared his throat and spoke softly this time. “That won’t be necessary. I do not wish to intrude, especially at such a late hour. My problem will resolve itself in due time. I made an error in coming here tonight and as much as I would love to stay and catch up, I really must be going.” He was having second thoughts. There was no way he could confide in you. He cared too much about you and his thirst was growing by the minute. This whole night had been nothing but one blunder after another.
Something was definitely off. Ignis had always had an accent unlike any others you had heard, and you were easily wooed by his voice. The more he talked, however, the more it sounded like he had something in his mouth, interfering with his speech slightly. And the whole time the two of you had been standing outside, he had kept his face in the shadows, as if he was trying to conceal himself from you. Your imagination was running out of control, and yet, your flight or fight instincts were kicking in. But this was Ignis Scientia. The most brilliant man you had ever encountered. The Prince’s advisor and friend. A master strategist. What did you have to fear?
You took a step back, completely bathed in the yellow glow radiating from your porch. “Step into the light,” you dared him. Surely your mind was playing tricks on you.
As much as Ignis hated himself, he couldn’t just walk away from you. Obeying your command, he stepped forward, allowing the condemning light to wash over him as he looked you dead in the eye. You gasped aloud, taking another step backwards towards your house. He looked the same as he always did, only somehow paler, as if he hadn’t seen the sun in the entire time he was away. The green eyes you were so in love with were absent, and instead eyes black as obsidian stared back at you. He possessed hungry eyes, but not hungry with lust—the true hunger of a predator. “Ignis?”
“I told you this was a mistake,” he whispered. As he spoke, you caught a glimpse of his teeth. Fangs were present where his canine teeth used to be. This was impossible. You were tired. You had been reading a lot of fantasy novels lately. This was just your mind playing tricks on you. Right?
“This is crazy. You can’t really be…” you shook your head incredulously.
“Be what?” he raised one eyebrow. As impossible as it seemed, he was in your place four and a half months ago. He had no idea such a world existed within his own until everything went spiraling out of control. “Just say what you’re thinking. Please,” he begged. As much as it pained him, a piece of him just wanted someone to know the truth about him.
“A vampire?” You were almost too ashamed to say it. It seemed so ridiculous, and yet, you had no alternative explanation to offer.
“And we have a winner,” Ignis humorlessly laughed. “This is the part where you either run back into your house, lock the door, and pray to the Astrals for your protection, or you tell yourself you’re hallucinating or sleepwalking and you go back inside and pretend none of this ever happened. I wouldn’t blame you, either way. Both responses seem rather reasonable. I apologize for involving you in this at all. I never wished to hurt you. If you want, I could even glamour you into forgetting this entire exchange. The choice is yours, you know.”
You were speechless. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t real. Had it been anyone else, you’d say it was a nightmare, but this was Ignis Scientia. The man you had harbored a crush on for over two years. As much as your logic screamed for you to get a grip on yourself, you almost couldn’t deal with the situation. Part of you wanted to laugh it off, and part of you wanted to break into a fit of hysterics. When you opened your mouth, even you didn’t know what was going to come forth.
“Oh, so you really are a vampire? And next you’re going to tell me that I don’t really know the world that I live in. There’s a whole other world out there within our own. A world full of monsters! Vampires exist! And so do other creatures!” Yep, hysteria won out. And yet you were trying to quell it with your sarcasm. Smooth move.
“Are you making fun of me?” Ignis questioned. He wasn’t really sure what reaction to expect from you, but it wasn’t this. You had always been sarcastic, but he had a feeling you were still processing this information and trying to reason with yourself.
“Me? Make fun of a vampire? No, why would I be stupid enough to do that?” You shrugged, the hysteria slowly building, causing your voice to go an octave higher. “What next? You’re going to tell me that Gladio is a werewolf and Prompto is…what, part of the Fae?” you nervously laughed.
If Ignis had the ability to blanch, he would have done so then. Instead, his eyes widened as he stared at you. For someone who couldn’t get a grip on the situation, you were surprisingly accurate in your assumptions.
You took his silence as confirmation of your suspicions. You weren’t even sure if you meant what you said, but it came out all the same. “Wait…you mean to tell me that I’m right? Does that mean more people I know are…not actual people? Oh Astrals, this is too much…” You lost it then. You became uneasy, swaying on the spot. You would have crumpled to the ground had Ignis not stepped forward and caught you, gently lowering you to sit on the porch, propping you up against one of the posts.
“That’s the type of reaction I would expect from someone who just learned about this,” he shook his head and peered down at you, pity in his blackened eyes. You looked up at him, blinking, trying to make sense of the situation.
“So you really are a vampire?” you dared to ask.
“Yes, Y/N, I really am a vampire,” he grimaced.
“Have you always been?”
“No.”
“That’s what I figured. Is that really why you went away?”
“Yes. Part of the reason, anyway.”
You had so many other questions, but you didn’t know where to begin. Before you had time to ponder the situation further, Ignis suddenly spoke up. “You really should get back inside, Y/N. It’s late. I’m sure you have work tomorrow. I’d help you in myself, but I don’t think it wise. I’ve already done enough damage for one night and I don’t wish to subject you to more. Goodnight.”
“Wait! Please don’t go Ignis,” you practically begged. He hated hearing that tone from you. He didn’t wish to cause you any more distress than he already had, but there was a hurt in that voice that he couldn’t shake.
You thought a moment before everything clicked. Though you weren’t sure if any of the vampire lore you had been exposed to through literature had any truth to it, it was all you had to work with for the time being. “You can’t come in because I haven’t invited you. Is that it? That’s why you cut me off earlier when I started to ask you?”
Ignis dropped his gaze to the ground and his shoulders drooped downwards. “Yes, that is correct.”
“But why didn’t you want me to invite you in? What’s wrong with that? Especially now that I already know what you are?”
“All the more reason for you not to invite me in. At least you can rest assured that you are safe within the confines of your own home. No vampire may set foot over the threshold as long as you do not invite them in.”
You mulled over the information before speaking again. “But if you wanted to attack me, you would have done so already, correct?”
“Yes, but outside, there are other smells to distract me and to dilute yours. Inside, however…” he trailed off, not wishing to finish his thought.
“Oh.” Right. Inside the house, it would reek of your scent. And he’d be in a confined space with you. And based on what he said, he was a new vampire. Perhaps he didn’t have practiced control just yet. Still, as much as your sense of self-preservation begged you to run, the rest of you had other ideas.
“I don’t think you want to hurt me, Ignis,” you confidently declared.
“True, I do not wish to harm you,” he answered cautiously.
“So I don’t think you will, no matter how high the temptation.”
“I must say, I do not like where this is going. Perhaps this episode has caused a lapse in your judgment.”
“Perhaps,” you reasoned. “But all the same, I want an explanation. Please tell me what’s going on with you. I thought we were friends?” There were those feelings again. You never let go of liking him, and even though you should be afraid, you still wanted this man.
Ignis let out an exasperated breath. “Yes, we were friends, though I don’t see why you would wish to remain as such with the likes of me now, knowing what I have become.”
“Come inside with me. Talk to me,” you whispered.
Ignis couldn’t resist your request. Even with Noctis, Gladio, and Prompto around, he still felt quite alone throughout this entire ordeal. His desire for companionship outweighed his desire for blood at the moment, so he took you up on your offer. He offered you a hand and helped you up off the porch before leading you back inside.
Once you shut the door behind you, you grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch. The two of you sat, turning sideways, facing each other. You gestured towards him. “Tell me what happened. How you became this way.”
Ignis stared at you with pleading eyes, hoping you would understand what he had been through. What effort it cost him just to be in that room with you. Confined to that couch, staring at your pulsing veins, inhaling the perfume of your skin, resisting everything that he was in that moment. “Like you, I was unaware that such a world existed within our own. I did not learn of it until a few months back, when the incident occurred.”
He paused, checking to make sure you were still interested. You sat perfectly still, staring at him with questions in your eyes. “I didn’t know that the Amicitia bloodline consisted of a long line of werewolves. They had made a pact with the Lucian royal bloodline many, many years ago. They swore to protect them as their shields. Werewolves in their human form are larger and stronger than most humans, which makes them such better protectors than most. It made sense. The royal bloodline has their own natural magical abilities, so even though they are human, they are a step above the rest. Having werewolves on their side was quite an advantage.
“Vampires have never been part of the royal court. Niflheim has vampires within their own ranks, and so most of their kind, well, my kind, do not care for the Lucians. Other world politics still do not make sense to me. I still have much to learn, but that’s beside the point. Vampires are natural enemies of the werewolves, so that was another advantage to having them as shields in Lucis. One night, Gladio was set to guard Noctis at his apartment. King Regis never liked Noctis living outside of the Citadel, but he respected his son’s wishes to be more independent. That’s why Gladio was never too far away. But that particular night, Gladio became very ill and had to rush back to the Amicitia home. Iris was supposed to take his watch that night, but a vampire came and overpowered her. He kidnapped Noctis and made his way over the wall of Insomnia.”
You were completely invested in this story, despite knowing that the ending wasn’t going to be pleasant. “So what happened next?”
Ignis gulped. “I never knew about the Amicitias being what they were. Imagine my surprise when I made my way to Noct’s apartment only to find a young werewolf passed out inside and the place completely trashed. I summoned my daggers right away to do away with the beast, thinking it was just some overgrown wolf but it looked at me and then transformed into a battered Iris. I stood there in shock as she wheezed and tried to explain to me what happened. I didn’t have time to be horrified by what I was learning. I had to go after Noctis. I called Clarus as I made my way to the edge of the city. I drove out of the gates and must have gone many miles before getting out of my car and going out on foot.”
“How did you know where to go?” you wondered aloud.
“I didn’t. I just went into the situation blindly. I did not know a thing about tracking. I had no way of knowing where they were. I found some woods and stumbled around in there for hours in the dark, not even thinking about the daemons that might be lurking around before I came across the place where they were holding Noctis captive. There must have been about ten vampires there. I don’t know what I thought I could do. I was only a man with a set of daggers. They were full-fledged vampires. Monsters. Sadly, they had already turned Noctis into a vampire as well. I could tell by the way he hungrily stared at me from where they had him chained with silver to a tree. Turns out silver isn’t exactly tolerated by vampires or werewolves, but that’s another story for another time.
“I tried to fight them off, but it was fruitless. They had me beaten to a pulp in no time at all. Even though Noctis was thirsty and in pain, he still begged them to have mercy on my behalf. As they delivered the fatal blow, a pack of werewolves appeared—Clarus and some of his relatives. The vampires were soon vanquished, and Noctis was released, but I was a lost cause. No potion could spare my life at that time.”
Tears rolled down your cheeks as you realized what must have happened next. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until Ignis reached over to brush some of them away with a cold thumb. You shivered at his touch, but not just because of the coolness of his skin. You had always craved his touch, and in spite of all that was happening, that hunger did not cease.
“Noctis did the only thing he could think to do to save me. He changed me as well. Once the King found out, he sent us away, for our safety, and the safety of the kingdom. We needed to learn to control ourselves before we could come back. Noctis is a prince. He simply cannot just disappear. He has to come back into the public eye soon. Our nature didn’t change the pact between the royals and the Amicitias. Yes, it strains things a tad, but Gladio was determined to help us overcome this obstacle. Prompto agreed to come along as well, mainly for moral support for Noct.”
“But how does Prompto being Fae fit into all of this?” you quizzed him.
“Ah, that was just a fluke. Gladio knew from the beginning what Prompto was. He could sense it. But Prompto isn’t your typical faerie. He isn’t cruel to humans, though he is still quite the prankster, I’m afraid. He just wants to be loved, that’s all. He craves friendship, and a purpose in life. Gladio sensed no threat in him, so he allowed him to befriend Noct.”
You considered all of the information Ignis had laid out before you. “I mean, it kind of makes sense for Gladio to be a werewolf. He’s big, rough, and kinda hairy,” you giggled. “That’s why I suggested it in the first place. But I was just throwing it out there that Prompto was Fae. Shouldn’t he not look so…human?”
“Ah, well that would be his own personal kind of glamour. He uses some of his magic to hide the fact that his ears are pointy and he has this unearthly glow about him. He has other abilities as well, but again, that is another story for another time.”
Other pieces of the story were starting to come together in your mind. “You stayed away to learn to control your thirst for blood, correct?”
“Yes,” Ignis answered wearily. “What are you getting at?”
“You have to drink blood in order to survive. There is no getting around that, is there?”
“I’m afraid not.”
“So that’s why you came here tonight. You picked a random house to look for your next meal…”
“I was afraid you would arrive at that conclusion. Yes, you are quite correct. Noctis and I have improved immensely in terms of our control, but we do still have to drink blood to live.. Staying out in the country, we can get by on animal blood, but as you can clearly see, animals are not plentiful within Insomnia’s walls,” Ignis explained.
“So you came back to start making meals of people?” You were a tad horrified. If Ignis hadn’t known you, you would have been his supper…
Ignis started to reach out and reassure you, but he thought against it and dropped his hand back to his side. He didn’t want to frighten you more than he already had, but he wasn’t going to lie to you. “Once we learned more self-control, Gladio suggested we try to see if we could drink human blood without killing our victims. You see, blood is both a blessing and a curse to us. If we do not drink blood, we will perish. If we drink too much blood, however, we get violently ill. Our thirst is never fully quenched. We can only drink a little at a time. When first transformed, the bloodlust takes over and causes every feed to be a frenzy. We kill our prey and drink ourselves sick and then rise to do it all over again the next day. Only with practice did we learn to pace ourselves. We only feed when necessary and only a little at a time. Never enough to harm a person. It is still difficult to be around humans, though. Being near them for extended periods of time is equivalent to being in a kitchen, smelling warm food cooking. Eventually, you find yourself hungry, even if you were full before.”
“So, what, you just knock on doors and ask people to donate blood but you don’t specify that it’s to you and not a blood center?” you attempted to joke.
Ignis snorted. “No. As a vampire, I am able to glamour people into doing my bidding. I manipulate them into offering their blood, I drink a bit, and then I erase their memories. They wake up feeling slightly weak and they notice a bite on their body, but then they remember that it was an insect bite or they think they ran into something that punctured their skin, and then they go on about their merry way, never remembering that a vampire had them for dinner.”
You weren’t sure why you said it. It was a foolish thought, after all. But though your fears were erased as he told you his story, your attraction to him remained the same. You were alone in your house with Ignis Scientia. Yes, he was a vampire, but he was still the most handsome man, well, creature, you had ever seen. And his personality remained the same. You were still in love with this man, and you cared for him. Maybe love makes you say crazy things. “You came here because you were thirsty. You still are. That’s why your eyes are all blackened, isn’t it?”
“Regrettably, yes. I trick myself into thinking that what I do is okay if I do not know the person, but once I realized it was you who stood behind the door, I could not bring myself to ask you…” Ignis couldn’t finish his sentence. The very thought of exposing you to his monstrous nature pained him. Plus, the more he focused on his thirst, the more his fangs grew. As long as he wasn’t thirsty, they stayed retracted, but the worse it got, the more they showed.
“But you need blood to live. I have plenty of it. I wouldn’t mind if you took some of mine.”
Ignis was astonished. He didn’t want to subject you to that. He cared about you too much. What if his desire for you physically interfered with the desire for your blood? It was bad enough that he could sense your arousal. He had been oblivious to your attraction to him before. He was so caught up in worrying that you wouldn’t like him in that way hat he failed to notice you actually reciprocated his feelings. It wasn’t until he showed up at your door that night that he realized you had returned his feelings all along. He could sense it in you before the fear and confusion set in. But now, that sense of longing was back, and it terrified him. But the thirst was proving to be a driving force in his decision making as well. It had been over a week since he fed, and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.
“If you insist…” he reluctantly agreed. “Now that you mention it, I am rather thirsty.”
“I wouldn’t be a very good hostess if I didn’t offer you something to drink, now would I?” you smiled.
Ignis couldn’t hold back his chuckle. “I suppose you have a point.”
Your cheeks reddened as you tore your eyes away from him. “So, do you want me to just sit here and let you bite my neck, or how do you want to do this?”
The thought of being so close to you had Ignis dizzy, and that wasn’t his empty belly talking. His attraction to you was going to be the death of him. “Well, the neck is such a conspicuous place for bite marks. You once told me you hate long sleeves, so it would seem your wrist is out of the question as well. It’s easier to go for some particular veins. I’m told the thigh is the next best choice…” he coughed. He couldn’t look you in the eye. That was too intimate of a spot, and yet he couldn’t stop himself from suggesting it. What was he playing at?
Your blush deepened as crimson flooded your cheeks. “Oh,” was all you could mutter. While he had a point, you were embarrassed at the thought of Ignis seeing you without any pants on. You should be mad at him for suggesting such a thing, but instead you were turned on. You could feel your panties getting wet at the thought and you were angry with yourself. Here was a man just wanting a meal and you were trying to make it dirty. Oh boy. “Okay. Let’s do it then,” you declared. Where that surge of courage came from, you had no idea, but you boldly got up off the couch and slipped out of your sweat pants, nonchalantly tossing them aside.
Ignis stared at you incredulously. He attempted to avert his eyes from your delicious looking hips and thighs, but he was first and foremost a man. A man who hadn’t been with a woman in quite some time. A man who craved you, mind, body, and soul before he ever craved your blood. He got a grip on his inner fantasies and smirked. “I was going to suggest you change into some shorts, but I guess this is just as acceptable as well.”
You squeezed your eyes shut and smacked your forehead. “Oops. I didn’t even think about that. I’m sorry. I can go get some if you want.”
“No, it’s quite alright. Believe me, I am not complaining about the view,” he stated.
You hid your face in your hands. “Do you normally play with your food before you eat it?”
“No. Forgive me. This is new to me. I’m not used to doing this to someone I know. I’m just trying to make light of the situation.”
You asked him how he wanted to proceed, and he suggested you sit on the couch and relax. You followed orders and shakily lowered yourself onto the plush seat. Ignis removed his glasses and set them on the coffee table, then stood up and moved in front of you. Even looming over you, predatory hunger in his blackened eyes, you were still attracted to him. You shivered in anticipation of what was to come in the following moments.
He knelt down in front of you and gazed into your eyes. “Are you sure you are okay with this? Do not feel obligated just because you know I thirst.” He wanted to make sure that you were fully consenting to such a vile act. He still hadn’t fully come to terms with his new nature, but he also knew this was to be his new normal.
“Yes, I’m sure,” you breathed. “I’m all yours.” You weren’t entirely sure how you meant that last part, and Ignis wasn’t sure either, but he nodded and spread your legs slightly, eyeing your inner thigh.
“This will probably hurt only initially. The bite, that is. But if at any point you feel uncomfortable, stop me. I have enough control at this point, I can cease drinking if you wish me to,” he explained as he opened his mouth and lowered his face to your thigh.
You watched with widened eyes as his fangs made their full appearance. He sunk them deep into your flesh and you let in a sharp intake of breath. As soon as they were in you, he had pulled them out and was sucking the blood that was gushing from the punctures. His eyes were closed as he gulped down mouthfuls of your blood. You should have been frightened or repulsed, but instead you were incredibly attracted to him. The way he gripped your calf with one hand and your upper thigh with the other as he fed had butterflies doing somersaults in your stomach. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he drank and you couldn’t help but wonder how he would taste as you trailed kisses and love bites across his own neck. And what would it feel like to have that mouth on your own…
You were quickly snapped out of your reverie when Ignis suddenly ceased his actions. You looked back down at him as he lapped at the puncture marks with his tongue. The bleeding immediately stopped, the wounds clotting over. He licked his lips and sat back on his haunches.
“That was it?” you asked, almost disappointed.
Ignis offered up a lazy grin. “What, you were expecting more pain and gore? I told you, I can only drink a little bit, otherwise I get sick. Once I am finished, my saliva has properties that cause your wound to start healing itself. I couldn’t have you bleeding all over your couch, now could I?”
“I suppose you have a point,” you agreed. Your eyes locked on his, and you noticed a change. “Hey, your eyes are turning green again!”
Ignis cocked his head to the side. “They are? I guess this means I am satiated then. I can always tell I’m past due to have a meal when my eyes stay dark. The same can be said for Noct.”
The feed was over in the blink of an eye and Ignis had retracted himself from you. His eyes were green again, his fangs were gone, and he looked as he always did. Still, that longing in your belly wasn’t going away any time soon, and you already missed the feeling of him against your bare skin.
The sexual tension between the two of you couldn’t have been more tangible. The want was detectable in your eyes and Ignis felt a hunger he hadn’t felt in ages—one that had nothing to do with blood. He leaned forward and slid a hand up your bare thigh. You shuttered, the motion causing him to hesitate. He didn’t want to give in without your permission. “Don’t stop,” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve always liked you Ignis. Liked you as more than a friend. I wanted to tell you for so long but never gathered up the courage to do so. Once I finally did, you disappeared. I wanted to get over you, but I couldn’t. I longed for the day you would come back, so I could tell you, but I was still afraid. And even though you’ve changed, you’re still you. And I still want you.”
Ignis’s heart swelled. You returned his affections after all. You always had. It wasn’t just the unearthly beauty of a vampire drawing you in, the way it’s meant to. He ran his other hand up your other thigh and leaned his face closer to yours. “I have liked you for quite some time as well, Y/N. That’s why I hesitated tonight, once I realized it was your home. I didn’t want to subject you to the monster I had become. I didn’t want to risk hurting or scaring you because I care too much about you. But I also hated the thought of lying to you and hurting your feelings. Vampires may be horrible creatures and they tend to use their unnatural beauty to draw in their prey, like a moth to flame, but I could sense your attraction to me before you actually saw me. I now possess heightened senses, you know. So I could smell your arousal while I was down here…” He began planting kisses up one of your thighs and you let out a moan.
“Ignis,” you whined. He rose up and crushed his lips against yours. You sighed into the kiss and he took that opportunity to fully taste you with his tongue. You tasted a hint of your own blood, but you didn’t care. You cupped his face with both hands as your tongues wrestled for dominance. He finally broke away from the kiss and resumed kissing your thighs. He was dangerously close to your sex when he ran his fingertips along the hem of your black lace panties.
“May I?” he politely inquired.
You nodded, unable to speak, so overcome with lust and emotion. He pulled them off in one fluid motion and pulled you by the hips towards the edge of the couch. He spread your legs wide and his eyes bore into yours as he lowered his mouth to clit and sucked hard on the bundle of nerves. You threw your head back in a long, drawn out moan. Hearing your obvious approval, he began licking and sucking at your clit before moving lower to plunge his tongue between your folds. You bucked your hips into his face and reached out with one hand to grip the back of his head. Your fingers tangled in his tawny locks as you ground yourself into his mouth. Ever since developing your crush on Ignis, the only pleasure you found was from your own hand or your vibrator, so this type of attention was long overdue. You hadn’t meant to hold out for him, but no one else caught your eye the way he did.
Ignis continued his ministrations for some time, and you could feel yourself reaching the cusp of your release. He focused all of his attention on your clit as he slid two fingers inside of your dripping folds, pumping them rapidly. That was enough to completely undo you. You came with a cry of his name, releasing your hold on his head and falling back against the cushions. You breathed hard for a few seconds before rising back up to peer at Ignis. His pupils were dilated and he was completely focused on you. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before rising up to remove the shirt you forgot you were wearing. You had also forgotten that you were braless that night as well. You were home alone reading a book, not expecting visitors, so naturally you were dressed for comfort. His eyes roamed over your breasts and he surged forward to take one in his mouth, groaning as he sucked and nipped at your rosy bud. He released you and went for the other and you moaned at the sensation. You thought you were spent from his earlier touches, but this reignited the burning desire inside of you and you wanted more of him.
When Ignis pulled away, you followed to kiss him, tasting a different part of yourself on his tongue now. You pulled him in close and began unbuttoning his shirt as you continued to kiss him. Once you had pushed the silky fabric off of his shoulders, he shucked it off and stood up. You looked up at him as he began unfastening his pants. He pulled his boxer briefs down with them and stepped out of them quickly. He offered you a hand to help you up, but instead you took one look at his hardened length and formulated a plan. With one hand on his hip and the other around his cock, you pumped him a couple of times before looking him right in the eye and taking him into your mouth. He moaned and ran his fingers through your hair, tangling them up in your tresses. He didn’t thrust into you or pull you onto him, but simply gripped you for balance as you eagerly sucked him off. You continued to pump his base, your fist meeting your lips as you bobbed your head, your mouth in tandem with your hand. You did this for a bit before releasing him with your hand and pulling him further into your mouth, nearly choking yourself on his length. Ignis groaned at the sensation. You pulled back and went to deep throat him again only to have him gently stop you with a hand on your shoulder.
“Darling, I will not last if you keep that up. Please.”
You nodded and rose from your place on the couch. You kissed him deeply as his arms wrapped around your body, his hands quickly finding your backside and giving you a squeeze. You didn’t even make a peep as he gripped the back of your thighs and hoisted you up; you just continued kissing him as if that’s all you wanted to spend the rest of your life doing. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you off to the bedroom. How he navigated with you attached to his face, you never knew, but he found your room all the same, and lowered you to the bed.
You moved to the middle, head against the pillows, and beckoned him to join you, your finger curling at him in a “come hither” motion. He crawled onto the bed and hovered over you, planting kisses along your neck and chest. Suddenly he stopped and rose up, staring at you with fear in his eyes. You snapped out of your bliss and looked at him, face reflecting nothing but concern.
“Ignis, why’d you stop? Is something wrong?”
He looked away from you as he spoke, but when he opened his mouth, you could see why he pulled back. His fangs were once again visible. “It would seem that thirst for blood isn’t the only thing that causes my fangs to make an appearance. Apparently extreme arousal coaxes them out as well. I haven’t allowed myself such pleasures since I changed. Not even my own hand. So it’s not like I would have known this would happen. I’m terribly sorry, but I…”
You cut him off with a finger to his lips. “Shh, don’t worry about it, Ignis. The fangs don’t bother me. They’re part of who you are now. Just, try not to bite me too hard, okay? That is, if you still want to do this at all,” you looked away, wondering if he still desired you the way you did him.
Ignis still craved that part of you—to be inside of you—to feel you completely around his cock; he just didn’t want to get caught up in the moment and hurt you. “Of course I still want you. I just want to be careful with you, love,” he explained as he caressed your cheek with one hand.
“Well don’t be too careful. I’m not that fragile, Ignis. I need you,” you pleaded.
He lined himself up with your entrance and eased into you. You let in a sharp intake of breath as he filled you completely. He sat motionless for a moment, letting you get accustomed to his length. “Ignis,” you whispered.
That was all it took for him to start thrusting into you. You moaned as he set a rhythm and fucked you into the mattress. He had gripped your legs, looping his arms underneath them so he could get a better angle as he slammed into you. He hit that special spot over and over and your fingers raked over the front of his thighs as you scrambled to grip at him, at the sheets, at anything to keep you steady as he undid you. You could get fucked by Ignis all night and come a thousand times and still crave more of him. This was the best feeling you had ever experienced and you didn’t want it to end.
After a while, Ignis released your legs and leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he picked up the pace. You could feel that tightness coiling in your belly and you knew your release was imminent. He jackhammered into you, and you could hear tiny groans slipping past his lips as he started moving more erratically, losing control of himself.
“Ignis, I’m gonna come again,” you moaned.
“Come for me, darling,” was his answer.
As if on command, you did come. You saw stars as you threw your head back in a loud moan. He chased his release soon after, coming with a roar as his bit down on your neck. You gasped but relished the feeling as he rode out his orgasm, your walls clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth. He finally collapsed on top of you, simultaneously releasing the grip his teeth had on your neck.
“Oh, Gods, I’m so sorry,” he apologized as he lapped at the puncture marks he made in your neck, staunching the blood flow.
You let out a tired laugh. “It’s okay, Ignis. Does it make me weird if I say it was kind of hot when you bit me like that?”
He chuckled against your shoulder as he rose up on his elbows to gaze into your face. “Only a little. Though I must say, I don’t want to get into a habit of doing that. I can’t have you walking around with anemia all of the time.”
You beamed at him. “So this means this isn’t a one-time thing? I was afraid you’d disappear on me again.”
Ignis shook his head and kissed the tip of your nose. “No, I do not wish for this to be a one night stand. As I’ve already stated, I do care for you. And here I thought my nature would put a damper on the relationship. I still thirst for blood, constantly, but we’ll figure out a way to make this work I swear to it.”
“Well, I can’t say I’m excited that you’re now a vampire, but I am happy that you’re alive and that you’re here with me. Does this mean all of you are back for good?”
Ignis rolled off of you and settled down beside you, pulling you in close so you were chest to chest. “Yes, we’re back. We were on our way back to the Citadel actually, but Noct suggested I feed first. I figured someone living near the wall would be a quick and easy meal, and yet look at where I ended up.” He flashed a smile, sans fangs, and still, it was the most beautiful smile you had ever witnessed. You were boneless from recent activities, and yet his smile had you weak at the knees.
“Can you go out in the sunlight?” you suddenly wondered aloud. “And do you even sleep?”
“Trying to figure out if all of the vampire lore you’ve read about is accurate or not?” he teased.
“Hey, this is a whole new territory for me. Can you blame me for being curious?” you stuck your tongue out at him.
“No, I cannot blame you. We have plenty of time to go over everything, but not tonight. Tonight, I just want to hold you and relax for the first time in months, if that’s quite alright with you. But to answer your questions first, yes, I do sleep, and yes, I can go out in the daylight, but only if I’m well fed. The sunlight isn’t entirely pleasant, but bearable. The longer I go without blood, the more sunlight bothers me.”
“Oh, well that’s good at least. It would be odd for our future king to only make public appearances at night.”
“True. While we are still figuring out how to approach this whole situation, it is nice to finally be back in Insomnia. And it’s nice to finally be with you.” He nuzzled his nose against your own and pecked your lips. “Sleep well, my love.” He leaned away to swiftly turn off the lamp, enveloping the two of you in darkness, the only light coming from the moonlight leaking through the blinds covering the window.
You yawned and nestled down against Ignis’s chest as he pulled the covers over you both. “Goodnight, Ignis.” You had no idea how it was going to work—dating a vampire, that is, but you were more than willing to go down that road and see what else this crazy world had in store for you.
He leaned against the stove, trying to think and focus less on the hunger that was clawing at his stomach. A cold sweat broke over his forehead as he tried to clear his suddenly foggy mind.Tongue absentmindedly running across the edge of a elongated fang caused Ignis to freeze in shock; a cold shiver running up his spine before it changed to a harsh cramp and he gasped as he fell to his knees in front of the machine. He knew that feeling; knew exactly what it was and also knew that he was essentially a danger to everyone present until he procured blood. Luckily Noctis and Gladio weren’t around at the moment, something about trying to see if they could fish after dark, that only left…Something touched his shoulder (a hand?) and the thin line of his rapidly deteriorating control broke. Head snapping up to reveal glowing green eyes and white fangs, he surged upward and buried said fangs in the exposed neck of whatever had touched him, caught in the grips of blood-starved hunger.
