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A Thin Line

Ignis Scientia X Kingsglaive!Fem!Reader

Description: After the fall of Insomnia, and nearly losing your life— you still remain as loyal to the crown as ever. No wounds or damage done to you could stop you from joining the Royal Retinue on their travels— good or bad. However, Ignis Scientia feels differently.

Warning: Swearing, Mentions of Blood, PTSD, and graphic description of injuries. Read at your own risk.

Authors Note: This was fun to write. It's the duality of Ignis' duty to his Liege, as well as his deep rooted feelings for his significant other. I feel that he would be in a constant internalized battle at all times until he branches into madness.

I also reference that I think the Reader and Ignis in their young ages, before the game begins, would not have liked each other. The reader is a bit quirky, reckless, and defiant. Where Ignis is pretty straight laced, overly cautious, and serious. Despite their drastically different personalities, and once they mature; they would grow to love each other and find comfort within their differences.

With that said, I also believe Ignis Scientia is a giant closet dork. There are references to Star Trek Original Series in this story. I believe 100% that he will never talk about it, (except to his S/O) but he feels that he can greatly relate with Spock. Since I feel that the Reader and Ignis are close to polar opposites, personality wise— I depict them acknowledging that by alluding to Spock and Dr. McCoy's (Bones) tense relationship. Spock and Bones are constantly bickering and at odds with one another. I could talk for hours about this parallel, but I won't! (I did not watch hours upon hours of STOS to pin point this at all!) I hope you enjoy!

His nightmare had come to life— and in a second all he saw was red and heard your name tear through the cracking gunfire and raging snaps of metal upon metal. He knew how foolish he was, but your stubbornness always got the better of him.

"And I don't feel comfortable with you coming along," Ignis snapped as he tossed the remainder of his medical supplies into a bag before shoving out of the bathroom with you in tow.

"I'm almost healed, you said so yourself! I'm fine, quit babying me—"

He whipped around, sharp green eyes piercing your gaze. "I'm not babying you. I'm trying to protect you, there's only so much I can do." He tossed the bag onto the bed and tore the phone charger from the outlet near the nightstand. "It's dangerous and you are still not healed. I can't keep all my attention on you and Noctis."

"I don't need all of your attention. Look," you gave a quick kick in the air, bandaged leg holding your weight while your other swiftly penetrated the air. One fluid motion demonstrated that you could hold up on your leg with no issue. But that didn't phase him.

"You can kick the defenseless air?" He sneered as he carefully and neatly rolled the cord around his knuckles and tucked it into his bag, followed by the block of the charger.

"I can support myself. I don't need you to watch over me. I know Noct is more important than me and that's fine—"

You were treading on dangerous grounds and you felt that by the quick, sharp glance that nearly cut through you like a knife. He clicked his tongue as he zipped the bag aggressively and turned on his heels.

"Darling, I won't say it again. You will be staying here, and that's—"

The hotel room door opened and Gladio came flooding in, with his own rucksack hanging off his shoulder. "Need me to take this?—" His hand froze on your bag's handles, feeling the tension as if it were steam in a sauna. He glanced up at Ignis who stood with his head tilted, eyes sharp and brows cocked in a challenging stance. While you stood in your very short, sleeping shorts and a tank top, arms crossed tightly across your chest. All of your weight was deposited on your wounded leg.

The staring contest was at a championship level, two stubborn mules with no intention of letting up. You turned your head to look at Gladio. "Yes, please. Thank you, Gladiolus. I can shove my pajamas in Specs' bag."

Gladio took the liberty to glance at Ignis, his lips pulled into a very thin line. That sour look only growing deeper and heavier. He has seen fights spur between the two of you before. Some were so loud he needed to physically remove one party to another room. That usually was you. So the argument between you both was very normal. But what was unusual was the knowledge that you were romantic towards one another. And that this fight was not nearly as explosive as the hundred others before. It was like a silent fight of dominance, challenging gazes used as a sharp tool to sever forces of willpower. But who would cave first? Gladio didn't want to find out.

"Is that okay, Iggy?" The glare Gladio was receiving spoke the answer as if it were bold faced and flashing like a neon sign.

"You don't need his approval. I'm coming, and that's final." You sighed, grabbing your new uniform from the made up bed and turned to the bathroom.

Gladio was nervous, watching the way Ignis retorted, and mumbled beneath his breath. He grabbed his bag for his clothing and tossed it to the bed he was near. The bathroom door snapped loudly, causing the corner of Ignis lips to twitch in a displeased fashion.

"Am I taking her bag?"

"I suppose you are." The way Ignis' voice hissed made Gladio's resolve wither. Just as Gladio hooked the handles to your duffle bag onto his forearm and tugged it upward he heard Ignis raise his voice. "There is a thin line betwixt bravery and stupidity,"

Gladio did his best to shuffle out of the room before your raging response. He hardly caught the beginning of your annoyed sigh, before the room door snapped shut and locked.

The car ride was just as excruciating. The pair of you were not bickering, but shot dangerous, nearly blood thirsty glares at one another. You opted to sit in the back with Gladio and Noctis. You were friendly with your other company, but pranced around Ignis with playful quips and sassy remarks only fueling his fire further. But being the cool headed advisor, he never let the aggravation grow past a trite glare.

Prompto made a daring comment while at a rest stop— that you two hardly appeared to be lovers. And in fact were more like enemies with benefits. Of course Prompto was not careful with his volume and was caught by the least appealing subject of that accusation.

Prompto nearly begged you to relinquish the back seat, in fear that Ignis would strangle him if he got the chance. While you found the accusation to be kind of hysterical, your more than pissed boyfriend found it lacking tact. You could handle Ignis better anyway, and you relented your safe middle seat to the blonde.

Things began to settle down once the party made it to their destination at the Chocobo farm. Either you were both exhausted from ignoring each other, or you made up under everyone's noses, no one knew. But you both fell back into a more comfortable and cordial existence. Of course never showing affection or even the slightest taste of something more than friends. To everyone's dismay they were sent off on a wild goose chase for an enemy who was known for being dangerous. Back came the quips, anger and not so subtle jabs at one another.

Things remained peaceful despite the flames that raged between you and Ignis. That was until the lot had a run-in with the empire and a drop ship of MTs and a few Magitek Armor. Ignis hardly caught the scene, but noticed his love shout and take a fatal hit in an attempt to protect the Prince. Of course most literally taking a bullet for him. His nightmare had come to life— and in a second all he saw was red and heard your name tear through the cracking gunfire and raging snaps of metal upon metal. You warped towards the attacker and took them out before weakly falling into a heap in the grass.

The battle ended quickly after that, or maybe that's how it felt. Because the adrenaline that rushed through the advisor, seemed to quicken the process of destroying that pack of enemies.

"You're hurt!" Prompto bristled with worry at the sight of blood seeping from your side. Your shaking fingers were covered in crimson. The enemies laid dead face down, and machinery laid as piles of junk on the side of the road. It took Ignis no time to rush to you, and there came the anger. Of course it was subtle behind the mask of dread.

"I'm fine," you evaded Ignis nurturing hands. Your bloody ones brushing the crimson to his. "I said quit worrying. I'm not the priority, you and I both know that."

Noctis dropped to his knees next to you, his best friend, who was now ambling to get to your feet. "Thanks for taking that for me." He offered a hand and you gratefully took it as he hoisted you to your feet.

You always played the game of being unphased well, by smiling brightly at the king. "Ain't no thing. If anyone is to get shot, it better be the least important, right?" Your self deprecating jokes were always welcomed and Noctis laughed. You took a deep breath and took your thick kingsglaive coat off of your shoulders and used it as a large gauze to add pressure in hopes to end the bleeding.

However Ignis didn't take your statement as a joke at all. It scraped him more like a jab towards him rather than making light of the situation. "Whatever," Noctis huffed, "just drop the bullshit and let Specs look at that when we get to camp."

"Yes, your highness," you muttered, gaze meeting the nearly swimming look in Ignis' stoic face.

As soon as the tent was set up at the haven, Ignis strictly pointed to the canvas flaps with his usual stern look. And as if the standoff never ended in Lestallum, you bit back with a glare of your own. But complied, bending and climbing inside the tent.

He had gotten the tent lit up, and had you strip into your underwear and bra. As he figured, you ripped your stitching as well. Your right leg had bled, and dried, the skin mangled from the torn stitching. He bit back the urge to shout at you, when his eyes examined the bullet wound that imbedded into your side. He recalled your snark as he attempted to help you on the battle field. I'm not the priority, you and I both know that.

He wanted to cry. But he swallowed the urge by speaking over the swelling emotions— "lay down so I can leverage this bullet out of your side."

You didn't respond with words, however sighed with a taste of frustration before laying down onto the hard floor of the tent. Ignis noticed your head bounced lightly against the unforgiving ground, and removed his blazer from his upper body and folded it. With one shaking hand, he lifted your head and rested the material beneath you before shifting to look at the wound on your side.

He began to shuffle through his medical bag, sifting through tools and the like. It wasn't obvious to the world, or to the boys, but to you in the confines of the tent— you recognized the shake in his hands as he lifted metal tools from the bag. "Maybe you're right, " you mumbled, floating gaze focusing on the canvas roof above you. "I just didn't think the line was that thin."

He swallowed hard, before selecting the tool and bringing it to your side; never meeting your gaze. "I'd like it if you'd be less reckless." His voice was quiet. His trained eyes examined the wound before he did his hackjob of a procedure. He picked his gaze up for a fleeting moment. "You may find yourself as the least important, but that's far from the truth." He cleaned the tool with alcohol, before bringing it close to your side. "Brace yourself."

He gave you a moment before entering the wound to extract the small bead that became of the bullet. He was shocked that it didn't penetrate further. You gritted your teeth, and hissed, balled up fist smacking hard at the ground. "Fuck!" You shouted as he pulled away and dropped the bullet into the bloodied gauze from your leg. "I'm not nearly as important as Royal Sasuke out there."

Ignis didn't get the reference, but didn't bother pondering on it further. "You still matter. Apparently more than you understand," he sighed, taking a cloth and quickly sopping up the blood that began to rush from the missing bullet. Despite the pain you felt, you looked at him. He seemed to be more in pain than you were, and guilt began to press against your chest now. You flopped your head back down to his jacket. The smell of his cologne lingered on the interior of it, and made your heart seize slightly.

"I'm sorry for being a dumbass. I should have stayed back." You muttered, "I know you mean well. And I very well am a liability to you guys—"

"That's not at all why I wanted you to stay with Iris and Talcott" Ignis' tone was a bit brash as he began the process of disinfecting the bullet wound. You hissed again, slamming your heel down, trying to keep your trunk still. Ignis' face knotted in discomfort as well, his free hand rubbing soft circles into your bare stomach.

"Then why?" Your voice bubbled like a hiss, growing sharp as the disinfectant stung against the fresh wound.

He was quick to dress the wound to prevent bleeding. He helped you sit up. Whimpers left your parted lips at the lingering pain and you caught the wash of sorrow in his eyes. You knew the answer immediately. But was it cruel that you wanted him to say it? The silence made it clear however, that you weren't ever going to receive an answer. And you lulled your head back, trying to endure the pain he didn't mean to administer as he dressed the wound.

The boys were laughing outside, you could hear the sound of Gladio's lighter snapping— and Prompto's phone was blasting the opening chime of Kings Knight.

"Dude! I got such a big harvest from the Zell trees! Check it, I got a bonus!"

"What the hell?! I never get that kind of luck—" Noctis retorted, the sound of the camping chair creaking made it clear that Noctis threw himself down while pouting.

"Iggy," You caught his attention as he finalized the tight gauze into place. His gaze flickered to yours as he gestured to your leg. You offered it up to him, and he delicately cradled your thigh in his hands. "I know what happened in Insomnia was scary. But I don't want you to worry. I made it out, I'm alive. There's a reason for it, I'm sure. And I want to use this opportunity to help you guys. You all are my reason to keep fighting and working. To see this all through." It all stung and was hard even for you to swallow. You noticed tears beginning to form in his eyes, despite the stone cold expression he wore.

You would never admit it to him or to anyone, but you still shook when drawing your kukris, and your thumb always lovingly brushed against the small parting gift from your friend and comrade, Nyx. You winced at things you never had before, and grew anxious whenever facing the soul-less machines of war The Imperial Army thought up. "This all sucks. And everything that happened, well that sucked too. There was a reason I made it out of the city. And damnit Iggy, I'll be damned if I'm not going to use this chance to protect the last shred of our leadership and friend. And sure things are harder with these injuries. But I can't be treated like I'm made of glass because of it. Fuck, I'm a Glaive. There's no giving up even if it gets hard. You know that."

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he grabbed another cotton pad and soaked it in disinfectant. "Ignis," you touched his face and stopped him before he could apply it to the wound. "I'll be more careful. Okay? I have a duty to protect Noctis too though. Can we agree that if it's for him, sacrifices are okay?"

His jaw tightened and his glistening eyes dropped slightly. "Okay." He faked a small, thin lipped smile, before bringing the cotton pad to your wound, yielding a powerful hiss from your lips. Your hands grabbed his shoulder tightly.

"Fucking Hell Scientia," your nails dug into the meat of his shoulder. He was sure they left small crescents on his skin despite the barrier his shirt provided. But he braced the pain knowing the pain you endured was more. He was just experiencing a symptom.

You swore you saw a reflection of something horrid in his gaze. As if you saw a small taste of the pain he felt from the sight of your blood beginning to dry to his hands.

He made quick work of the stitching, and hid the fact he struggled with the mangled and torn skin from your recklessness. He didn't have control in this situation, much like the situation in Insomnia. He never whispered or breathed a word about his fear. But it was evident, at least to you— just how deeply he was affected by what happened.

Because he didn't have control, his worry and stress seemed to translate into an overprotective beast. And your defiance tore away the control he did have, leaving him scrambling, high strung and prone to make reckless decisions himself. And you knew damn well that if Noctis and yourself were to get into a bind, it was Noctis he'd rescue before you. But that didn't mean he was okay with that decision. That didn't mean it didn't tear him apart.

And by the gentle way he held your leg in his hands, you knew it was a struggling point for him. He loved you. He truly did. And he hated that he wouldn't pick you first. He began to bandage your leg again, using the same firm gentleness from before.

"Ignis," your iron grip on him had softened significantly, your thumb now brushing against the sting left by your nails. He never picked up his gaze, focusing on finishing the bandages. "Are you thinking with your emotions or with logic? I'm pretty sure Spock would be very disappointed in you. Preparing to throw away your sworn duties for a girl."

That caught his attention and made him grin. "If we are to point fingers, I'm positive you disobeyed my logic due to pride and emotions." He finished up the gauze and pushed your leg away.

"Pulling the uno reverse card are you? Well if I am anyone, it's Bones, right? And he's overly emotional." You were careful to climb up on his thighs. And as rigid as he was about the advance of physical affection, he accepted you onto his lap. His bare forearms supported you in hopes to mitigate spreading your blood further.

"He's just emotional. You, are the overly emotional one. And trouble if I may be so bold." You cradled his head in your hands.

"You're pushing it, Specs," you warned, your thumbs gracing against his cheekbones. You weren't angry, and it was obvious by the smile growing on your face.

"Yet we aren't going to mention how you've been pushing my buttons all day?"

"I'm petty, you knew this. Don't be shocked." You shrugged, your hands resting on his shoulders.

"Dr. McCoy in every sense," he mumbled, as you pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Got that right, but in this case, I am madly in love with the emotionless Vulcan." You winked before carefully rolling off of his lap to locate your clothes.

"It's illogical for me to feel likewise. But I suppose that's the human half talking. Yes?"

You looked at him while carefully sliding on your pajama shorts that he had pulled from his bag, as well as your tank top. "Yes," you winced as you pulled the tank top over your new bandages. "but don't you lose your edge, you humanoid alien person creature," you helped clean up the gauze and mess that your wounds made.

He let out a small snort as he cleaned his hands and handed you his jacket to wear. "well don't scare this humanoid alien person creature, or whatever, like that again. There is no telling what disasters will befall us if I have to scrub your blood from beneath my nails one more time."

"Can't have that, you are the most sound person we have." You pressed a kiss to his cheek before tightening the fabric of his jacket around yourself. "I'll take a pole for dinner, I love you Pumpkin." You whispered in his ear before standing and leaving him with all of your bloody gauze. He bagged them up and tied it tightly before disposing of it completely. He was soon to follow, just catching you wrapping his coat around yourself tightly while talking with the boys and laughing.

You were a tough cookie, and it was obvious by how quickly you were willing to take more pain before all the other wounds you sustained were healed. And though it drove him to the brink of tears, he was proud of you. Because despite his deep feelings, and how devoted he had been to Noctis for so long, he was quick to abandon post for you. Even for a moment. However, you were the one who had to remind him of his duties. Albeit in reference to Spock. But you knew that would catch his attention and tether him back to the ground. Yes, even he needed a tether.

Some people tethered themselves by hobbies, by duties, or by vices. His however had a wicked sense of stubbornness and a tremendous amount of back sass. Part of him was thankful, and the other half was vexed. You were at his side in only a few short moments. "Results of the pole all lean towards three mushroom kabobs."

"Care to assist, Bones?"

"Help an emotionless creature like you?" Your eyebrow quirked, serious scowl pilfered by a smile. "I would absolutely love to."

Prompto had the gull to shout for the whole campsite to hear: "They do like each other! Fancy that!" Of course gaining a mixed reaction from the group, but the blonde caught a glimmer of a smile on Ignis' face.

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years ago

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SPICE UP THE NIGHT

Pairing: FFXV! IGNIS SCIENTIA x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

Words: 3.239

Warnings: none, some erotic tension - nothing too explicit

Summary: You meet Ignis in Lestallum by chance, liking him immediately. Obviously, the two of you are sharing the same hobby: cooking and baking. So, why not spending some time together.

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For the first time since he had left Insomnia, Ignis enjoyed the silence. No, not the silence itself because it was too loud around him. He enjoyed being alone. No, not loneliness itself because it was too busy around him.

Ignis Scientia enjoyed being just with himself. No royals, no strict rules and no prince. Ignis was for himself. In Lestallum. In the middle of a crowded marketplace. With all the food stalls, the salesmen and their different stuff. He got surrounded by a cloud of unintelligible noises like conversations, laughter and announcements of goods. And all this got accompanied by the smell of delicious spices, grilled meat and the sweet scent of desserts.

All in all, Ignis was in heaven. Prompto took pictures of the sightseeing points, Gladio and Iris were exploring the city and the nature on their own and Noctis was probably sleeping in his hotel room. After everything, they had agreed to take a one day break to recharge their energy before they would face Niflheim again. They all needed to recharge their batteries in their own ways.

Ignis used this free time wisely and with his favorite hobby: cooking. Getting inspired, finding new ingredients and maybe even developing new tactics to get Noctis used to vegetables.

The Lestallum market was the perfect place for this. Even in Insomnia this certain market was famous for its different spices and seasonings, for the types of meat and exotic fruits and vegetables. So, Ignis was happy that he just could wander around between all these people, following the vibe and enjoying the time alone with his thoughts.

"Hello, Sir. Do you already know our special flour? You just find it here at my stand.", a salesman said and tried to get Ignis' attention.

Ignis was indeed interested but a sweet and also hot scent caught his attention. He smelled pepper and ginger and changed his direction to the next stand which was stocked with so many, colorful ingredients.

With the hands folded behind his back, Ignis looked over the displayed, exotic things. He was fascinated by the colors and the names he had never seen or read before. The stand owner was busy with another customer so Ignis could take his time without getting asked any questions.

A bowl with some strange looking roots caught his attention. Ignis closed up with curiosity and read the sign next to the bowl: Maca root. He frowned. He never had seen one of these before but they looked interesting. Distracted with his own thoughts, he grabbed for one root but as a sound caught his attention, some small band started to play some song, Ignis didn't look where his hand was moving. He noticed how soft the root felt but his mind wasn't working fast enough.

"Well, as much as I like the feeling of your soft hand, I... Can I have mine back?"

Ignis' head snapped to the side, looking straight into the brightest eyes he had ever seen. You smiled at him and Ignis was sure that his brain stopped working. It lasted until you spoke again- your sweet voice brought him back to earth.

"Uhm, my hand?", you asked once again, looking at your hand that was still held by Ignis.

Suddenly, Ignis realized what he was doing. His cheeks turned pink and quickly, he drew his hand away from you, already missing your warmth and softness, "I'm so very sorry."

You shook your head, "That's okay. It's definitely a way to meet new people. I'm yn, nice to meet you.", you said, liking the man immediately. His bluish-green eyes were enchanting. His hair looked so touchable and his lips were simply perfect.

"That's true. My name is Ignis.", he said, finding his old self back quickly. His heart was still racing in his chest just by your beauty.

"So, is this your thing? Grabbing hands to meet new people? Or was the purpose something else?", you asked, giving him a smirk while raising one of your brows questioningly.

Ignis chuckled, "Actually, I was interested in these Maca roots."

Your smile grew even bigger. You barely met someone who knew about this root,"You know it? I'm impressed. It's not so common in Eos because it just grows in the outskirts of Altissia."

Ignis saw real happiness sparkling in your eyes and felt bad for crushing your excitement so, he did something he wouldn't usually do, he fibbed, "I know it, yes but... The thing is, I never found one. It's the first time I see some on a market. I always wanted to try it for my cooking but...yeah...", he trailed off, not sure what exactly he should tell you. Ignis had no idea if you bought his clumsy lie or not but your next words made his heart jump a little.

"What about this: I'll buy it and invite you to my place for some baking.", you suggested with a smirk.

Ignis was speechless. You barely knew him and yet, you were sweet and nice, "I really don't want to bother you-"

"You don't. I'll bake something containing the Maca root with or without you. It's your decision to join me or not. What do you say?", you asked with the hope this good-looking, handsome man would follow your invitation. You already felt some kind of connection to him and you really hoped he would feel the same.

Ignis looked at you, at your enchanting smile and your beautiful eyes and all he could think of was: "Alright, I'll join you."

Ignis had been nervous the whole day. The good kind of nervous. While he got ready - showering, changing the suit shirt and doing his hair - his eyes fell on the piece of paper you had given him with your address. Your handwriting was neat and clean, resembling your being in a nice way.

As Ignis was pleased with himself, he left the bathroom. Deep in his thoughts, he hummed along, not paying much attention to his surroundings.

"Iggy? Are you...are you humming?"

Ignis jumped a little by surprise as he heard Prompto's voice, turned around and was faced by all his friends, "I..uhm.. yeah. Why not?"

"Not a common thing, tho.", Gladio said, leaning against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest, "Are you going out? All dressed up and then this smile on your lips.", he added with a knowing smirk.

"I just got an invitation for some...baking course.", Ignis answered as simply as possible and not to lie at the same time.

"A baking course? How boring.", Noctis said low, still gaming some mobile stuff on his phone, lying on his bed.

"Baking course, huh? That's a reason for you to wear your best shirt?", Gladio asked, closing up on Ignis with a mustering glance.

"There's never not a good reason to make a good first impression, don't you think?", Ignis answered, grabbed his jacket and left the hotel room to head to your place. Excitement was fastening his steps through the slowly calming city. The sun slowly sank behind the horizon and changed the colors of the sky magically. As Ignis reached your place, the first stars were already sparkling in the deep blue firmament.

You had been nervous the whole day. The good kind of nervous. After your spontaneous invitation of a complete stranger, a handsome one but still, you had headed back home to clean up your place. You showered and changed into something more nicer but still comfortable. Just as you finished your hair, someone knocked at your door: three times, firmly and yet kinda soft and you knew it had to be Ignis.

You opened the door with a warm smile which grew even bigger as you saw the good-looking, tall man in front of you, "You made it right on time."

"Of course. I hate being late mostly when it comes to such a nice host.", Ignis said politely, showing you a genuine smile and even bowing a little.

The time was running fast as the two of you had so much fun. You were impressed about Ignis' life and past. Ignis had been honest with you, telling you about Noctis and the royale tasks he did for the prince. You had been interested but not in a nosey way and not because some royalty was involved rather you just wanted to know things about Ignis which was refreshing.

You two shared a bottle of wine, laughter and stories until you remembered the reason why you had invited Ignis, "So, are you still interested in tasting the Maca root?"

Everything had been in such a nice flow that Ignis felt surprised how he could forget about the baking, "Of course. I'm looking forward to seeing what you're up to."

Said and done. The two of you went into the kitchen and prepared the different ingredients. While you explained the recipe to Ignis, he listened attentively to you. Now and then, he caught himself staring at your lips as they were moving. He already was addicted to the way you talked, how you explained things and how easy it was to be himself around you. Your light and friendly character let Ignis relax more and more with each passing second. He could forget the troubles lying ahead of him for one moment and he was more than thankful that you gave him this little peaceful moment.

The cake was in the oven, baking for thirty minutes which gave you two the time for more conversations with another glass of wine. Ignis gave you one glass before he said, "I was convinced the Maca root would come into the dough."

"Sure you can do that. But I like to add it to the frosting. You know it's the contrast of the sweetness of the cake and the little bit of spice in the frosting that makes it thrilling and interesting.", you said, slowly stepping closer to Ignis who was just focused on you, "You will see, the frosting will be more harsh than the cake."

"Oh, like salt and caramel?", Ignis asked, watching every step of yours, "Giving you a little kick while relishing the sweetness?", he asked, matching your tone.

"Yes, or chocolate and chili.", you said low, "Spicing something up that wouldn't get combined usually.", you saw how Ignis stared at your lips. Again. You had noticed it many times before and every time, you had hoped he would just kiss you - the one thing you wanted so desperately - tasting his perfect, pink lips.

Now, even Ignis saw your eyes wandering down to his own mouth and he knew the feelings, the tension he had felt the whole time, had been real. Mutual. He leant forward, keeping your eyes in his spell, almost kissing you, finally giving in to satisfy the yearning he felt - just to get stopped by the alarm for the cake as it went off. Both of you stepped back by surprise like caught teenagers.

While turning around, you cursed under your breath. But quickly, you took out the cake to place it on the counter to cool down. Ignis joined you, showing you a small, sweet smile which calmed your racing heart until the two of you could prepare the frosting.

Just as you were done with blending the ingredients together to get a smooth texture, you looked up at Ignis who had watched you once again. As if seeing him for the first time, you turned over to him completely, "You have so beautiful eyes.", you said softly, slowly removing Ignis' glasses to lay them aside. You saw his cheeks blushing in a soft pink but he still kept eye contact with you.

You could tell that he was the one who barely got this kind of attention but he also seemed to like it. So, you started your next, bold attempt to get closer to this tall and handsome man, "You're really handsome, Ignis.", you whispered, "There's just one thing left to gain pure perfection."

Ignis had noticed how you playfully ignited something deep inside of him he usually ignored: desire. Attraction had brought him this far and the desire to be close to you gave him a reason to stay. Softly, he leant forward, matching the smirk on your lips, "Then, tell me, what is this one thing you're talking about."

"This little spot, right here, on your neck.", you breathed and with your index finger, you smeared a small bit of chocolate frosting over the spot you meant, "Unfortunately, this has to get removed first."

Ignis saw the amusement and hope sparkling in your eyes and how your gaze flickered down on his lips like many other times before, "Well, since this annoys you so much, I'm sure you're willing to volunteer to get rid of that?", he breathed and leant down, giving you better access.

"It would be my pleasure.", you answered lasciviously and just like that, you let your tongue dance across the soft skin of Ignis' neck. The taste of the chocolate accompanied with the scent of Ignis' skin shot goosebumps down your spine.

As Ignis felt your soft tongue sliding along his neck, brushing over a sensitive spot under his ear, he just closed his eyes and enjoyed your attention. You licked two, three times to make sure to get rid of all the 'imperfection' you could find on him and as you left his skin, Ignis already missed your touch.

Slowly, you looked back into Ignis' eyes while licking over your lips, "Now, you're pretty perfect."

Ignis chuckled. He already loved your light attitude. That you were straight forward with your thoughts. And that you were very open with showing what you wanted. You were exactly what he needed. Quickly, Ignis mimicked your move with the frosting and smeared a little bit of it on the corner of your mouth before he smirked, "You know, yn, you're already perfect. You just have some chocolate there."

You chuckled while looking at him with one raised brow, "Then, clean up the spot, Ignis.", you whispered. The way you said his name didn't stay unnoticed by him. You saw his eyes lighten up, the smirk grew a bit bigger and in the next moment, you felt his perfect lips against your own.

Ignis licked away the small bit of chocolate with his lips and tongue, tasting it for the first time with all the ingredients plus your taste and for him, it was the perfect composition. As he was done, Ignis leant back, "That's delicious."

"It's my secret recipe. Cinnamon, chocolate, star anise, Chili and the Maca root we bought on the market.", you explained softly, watching how Ignis cleaned his thumb.

Ignis nodded softly, "Actually, I was speaking of you.", he whispered before he leant forward to kiss you once again and this time without chocolate or trick. He just wanted to taste you finally. Devouring everything of you.

As your lips met, you felt like you were struck by lightning. Ignis was skilled and knew exactly what he did. You started to swoon and out of instinct, you flung your arms around Ignis' neck.

The moment Ignis felt how you were pulling him closer, he stepped forward, grabbed your hips and raised you up to put you on top of the kitchen counter. Stepping between your legs. Ignis explored with his hands what he could find of you. You were warm and soft. He was sure your skin tasted like vanilla and sugar wherever he kissed you.

While you enjoyed Ignis' attention, you also unbuttoned his black suit shirt as quickly as possible. The moment it was open and pulled out of the pants, you let your hands roam over every free spot. Feeling his chiseled abs and muscles tensing under your touch. As Ignis kissed down your neck, you leant your head back to give him more access, "Stay tonight. Stay here.", you asked with your fingers buried into his soft, blonde hair, playing with his strands.

"I have no intention to leave so soon.", Ignis breathed against your skin and was eager to keep this promise. The way you touched him, how you wanted him, drove him crazy. The smell of the different scents clouded his mind and your soft moans and panting let his blood boil in his veins. He already craved to get more of you.

While you scratched down his spine, leaving possessively marks on his skin with your nails, Ignis let his hand slide along your inner thigh. His move was teasingly slow and as he reached your crotch, you groaned, almost loosing your mind by the firm touch that caused so much sexual desire deep inside of your core.

Ignis noticed your desperation, how you seeked closeness to him and his hand. How hungrily you kissed him back, biting into his lower lip to earn a deep, throaty moan. You tugged on his belt, slowly opening it to make it clear what you wanted. He felt exactly the same for you. Nothing could stop Ignis now to have you. His hand slipped under your shirt, touching your soft skin, feeling the small hairs reacting to his touch with goosebumps and all he wanted was to have you lying underneath him while he would cherish every single inch of your body with his lips and his tongue.

Already having some wild fantasies in his mind, he snaked his arms around your middle, giving you the chance to steady yourself with your legs around his hips while he carried you into your bedroom, kicking the door close with his foot to shut out the world to have a little piece of sweet heaven just for himself.

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The next morning, on his way back to the hotel, Ignis smiled and hummed by the memory of you. You didn't want him to leave but you understood that he couldn't stay much longer. He promised you to visit you once his journey was over - the only promise he feared he couldn't keep. Not knowing what laid ahead on his way.

Ignis hoped everyone was still asleep as he opened the door but as someone took it out of his hand, he knew he got caught in the act.

"Iggy? Are you coming back just...now?", Prompto called out, surprised as he saw his friend in the same clothing as the day before.

"Yeah, kinda.", Ignis said as he got faced by his friends - the thing he had hoped to avoid.

"How was your baking course, Ignis?", Gladio asked with a knowing smirk. Even if Ignis had played cool, he saw the certain signs: the disheveled hair, the open suit shirt and the certain sparkling in the usual very silent man's eyes.

"A gentleman never tells.", Ignis just answered, passing the taller guy to enter the hotel room.

"And what's that? Is that... chocolate?", Prompto asked with a smirk, touching the collar of Ignis's black shirt as he followed his friend.

"I've come up with a new recipe last night. That's all I'll tell you.", Ignis said serious. But as he entered the bathroom to get ready to continue their trip how they had planned, he couldn't stop the smile from spreading on his lips by the mere remembrance of the last night. And by the memory of you: the sweetest dessert he had ever got to taste.

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Final Fantasy 15 Works

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archonssun · 4 years ago

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Keys

July 24, 2020

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Where are they?

Ignis was searching frantically for what had been lost: keys to the Regalia. Just as he was about to give up hope, his savior appeared.

“Did you lose these?” a voice drew the man’s attention, and he looked up to see the Regalia’s keys dangling from the fingers of a rather petite woman. When Ignis reached for them, she laughed lightly, handing them over willingly.

“You should probably keep those better secured,” she smiled, giving Ignis a wave before walking off.

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your-1up-girl · 4 years ago

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Working on Weapons (Cindy Aurum x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: I love Cindy. This is my first time writing smut. I hate it. Please enjoy :)

Word Count: 4756

Link to AO3

Ever since you and the guys first showed up at the garage and you saw her walk towards the car with a smile that seemed to taunt you and a sway in her hips that spoke a language of their own, you knew that you stood no chance against this woman’s spell.

Every so often when you had to make a visit for supplies or do a task for her, you would do your best to turn on the charm. You weren’t bad at flirting, hell one time when you were at a bar, you and Gladio made a bet to see who could get the most numbers by the end of the night. Long story short, you had him beat and had an amazing night with one of those numbers.

The problem with flirting with Cindy was that she just seemed so used to it that it felt like nothing you did even phased her. Much to your dismay (and Gladio’s utmost entertainment) all of your subtle and not so subtle advances had no effect on her. The winks, cute nicknames that you reserved only for her, lingering touches, soft eyes and smiles that seemed to convey both innocence and hidden suggestive messages. Absolutely nothing. It was driving you crazy. It was at the point that even poor Prompto was rooting for you (“I have to live vicariously through you so you better make this happen,” It was a joke, one followed by a playful shove and a wink).

Just when you were at that point of giving up, it finally happened one afternoon. You all were returning from picking up headlights from that Gods forsaken sewer system. The whole party was exhausted and you wanted nothing more than to take a shower in the caravan.

“Hey Cin!” You called out catching her attention from another hunter who, from the look of dejection, struck out with her. “We got it.”

Cindy took the headlights from you but not before giving you elevator eyes, your appearance was intoxicating to her. Perfectly disheveled hair, a tank top that clung deliciously against your chest and hips, small bruises perfectly stamping your skin (some, she made note of, appeared to be about the size of her mouth), and a light sheen of sweat on your skin. If she hadn’t known why you were gone, she may have just gotten other ideas in her head about your look. Not that you noticed of course, Gladio convinced the others to take a hunt that was also in that sewer system. It took far too long to find and kill; with the exhaustion setting in you hadn’t noticed how the tables were turned and the woman of your dreams was now unapologetically checking you out.

“Didn’t realize these little ol’ things would be such trouble.” You smiled at her, combing your hair back with your fingers causing Cindy to flush ever so slightly.

“Don’t worry about it, we’re back and no one got too hurt other than Noct’s pride. But I’m letting you know now, if you want us to go back there for anything else, I’m gonna have to tell you to go fuck yourself.” Cindy laughed. It was a joke and she knew it, the smirk on your beautiful lips and the playful glint in your eye told her that.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind darlin’,” Turing, she saw that Ignis had put the car in her garage to prepare for the lights modification. “Looks like I got to get back to the ol’ girl. She’s gon be shinin’ so bright that the stars’ll wanna take notes.”

“If they wanna learn so badly they should just look into your eyes.” Gods that was corny even her face scrunched up on that one, but she still had that sweet, weak-in-the-knees smile so you assumed she somewhat enjoyed it? Thought it was cute at least?

“Anyways, to save myself from further embarrassment, I'm gonna go. Got a nice cold shower and a hot meal with my name on it.” You turned on your heel thinking the conversation would just end at that but what Cindy said next would forever stay in your mind.

“I thought I was the only hot meal you wanted to eat baby girl?”

...

Did you just hear that correctly? You tripped on your own two feet and barely had the nerve to turn around to see the beautiful mechanic giving you a small smile with slightly parted lips and half lidded eyes. She looked you up and down once more and licked her lips with a subtly that almost went missed by you. You knew that she was practically undressing you with her eyes because you had done the same on many occasions. Wondering if she was thinking about the same lewd thoughts made you unconsciously rub your thighs together. Opening and closing your mouth trying to think of something to say, Cindy just shook her head smiling at the ground before leaving you with, “Have a nice cold shower hun.”

Later in the evening, after you and the boys had cleaned up, and Ignis was making something in the caravan because no matter how late it was Ignis always wanted to make sure everyone was fed. You sat outside reading with Gladio, Noctis and Prompto as they played rounds of King’s Knight. But couldn’t care less about whatever they were doing or about what you were doing for that matter. You read the same page about 20 times now, but you just couldn’t get that interaction out of your head. Had all your flirting finally worked? Or was she just playing you?

“How y’all doing?” Speak of the gorgeous devil. All heads turned as Cindy approached the caravan. She wore black skin tight leggings, a loose gray crop top that hung off her left shoulder, and of course her signature cowgirl boots. It was nice to see her in casual clothes. The domestic look was one that suited her nicely you thought. You loved it when she wore her work attire but seeing her so relaxed, it made you imagine a possible future with her.

“You look comfortable Cindy. Done for the day? Thought you never close up shop.” Gladio asked.

“Yeah just about wanted to finish early today; the Regalia looks real nice now that she’s got new lights on ‘er. And you don’t gotta worry about those damn daemons either.”

Prompto gave out a happy shout at both the no more daemons news and for winning the match.

“What would we do without you Cindy.” Noctis relayed the gratitude with a slight pout.

“Aw don’t give me too much credit now. I just connect some wires and do some modifications. Speaking of, (Y/N).” Your head snapped so quickly to her she giggled making you blush, “My reason for closin’ early was so I would use you as my guinea pig.” She paused on purpose, wanting to get your reaction at her choice of words. She approached you to where you were, sitting on the table with a tilt of her head and a sly smile she continued. “Well, your weapons that is. See, with Paw-Paw modin’ things for the Prince, figured why not throw my hat in the ring too. If everything goes well, I could fix up equipment for other hunters as well.” Cindy crossed one leg over the other bouncing the top leg lightly as she spoke giving you an eye full of her calves. And dammit, you could not help yourself as your eyes wandered up to her thighs to the curve of her ass. Up her hips and exposed waist and to where the shirt peaked from her breasts, the soft skin of her neck just waiting to be bitten and finally to her face where a knowing smirk and lecherous eyes watched you take in her appearance.

She had you now more than ever. To think, you had been flirting with her on every occasion you could. All of a sudden she struts over here and says the right words, acts a certain way and you become putty in her hands. “So (Y/N) what’d ya say?” Prompto had to kick you lightly under the table to get you out of your shocked state.

Stuttering you gave an answer, “I yeah-yes, of course you can use me—My weapons! You can use- fix them if you want to.” Gods just kill me now! Face beat read you could hear Gladio and Noctis containing their snickers at you making an utter fool of yourself in front of Cindy. She didn’t seem to mind however, just turned that smirk into a smile and hopped off the table and began to walk towards the garage. She was about half way there and you were still glued to your seat like an idiot when someone spoke from the door of the caravan.

“I don’t think you should keep her waiting (Y/N).” Ignis took a sip of Ebony.

“Wha-? Weren’t you cooking-? How long have you been-”

“Long enough to know that you won’t be joining us for dinner. Now, you have much better things to attend to than staying here with me and The Three Stooges.” He was right, you got up from your seat already noting how you felt a bit of slickness at your core as you began to walk over to the garage. “Oh and (Y/N),” Turning to Iggy you saw the smirk as he took another sip of coffee, “Have fun.”

You didn’t say anything and just made your way to the garage. Taking the back entrance seeing that the large main door was closed early for the afternoon. Once inside you saw Cindy working on something at the workbench biting her bottom lip in concentration. She looked up at you when she heard the door shut, “Hey doll come ‘er.” You approached her as she told you to place your weapons off to the far right of the bench. Doing as you're told, you summoned your short sword and placed it on the bench. You turned around but as you did Cindy came up to you and kissed you. She had her arms on either side of you, effectively trapping. The kiss was one with a fever that you made your whole body tense and heat go straight to your core. That feeling bubbled so pleasantly within you.

However, you were in such a state of shock because Cindy Aurum was basically making out with you that you had yet to return the kiss. Cindy stopped to look at you with a hint of fear in her eyes.

“Have I overstepped my boundaries? I’m so sorry hun’ I just, you were always flirtin’ with me, so I took that as an opportunity to- You can leave if I made ya uncomfort-”

“No.” It was soft, you didn’t want to scare her any more that she clearly was. “It’s just that-” You dragged your hands across the exposed sink of her waist and brought her closer to you. Taking your time to feel just how soft it was. Your left hand played with the shirt hem and your right drew small infinity signs on the small of her back. “In all the ways I’ve had this dream play out, that’s all it ever was. A dream.”

It looked like that relaxed Cindy because next thing you knew she placed her lips on yours once more and pulled you close as well. Thank the Gods that your brain returned to a functional state as you kissed her back. Making sure to match the force and passion behind it.

“Let me tell you baby girl, I am very,” Cindy grabbed your hand, “Much.” Open palm she allowed it to ghost over her breast. “Real.” A quick glance down and a nod was all you need to knead the soft flesh in your hand. The sigh that fell from her lips sent shivers throughout your entire body.

“You're not wearing a bra?”

“Oh? I guess I ain’t.” She bit her bottom lip and laughed. “Honestly (Y/N), I’m surprised you just noticed. Just so you know, I ain’t wearing a thong either darlin’.” A whine escaped you and you leaned forward to kiss her again moving in tandem with her as you gave the other breast some attention as well. Her arms found their way around your waist and down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. Every moment that passed you expected one of the boys to shake you awake but the way Cindy felt, her breasts and hands, her dangerously addicting mouth, it all felt too real to be anything but reality. And thank the Astrals for that.

With caution, you allowed your fingers to graze over the nipple, already, it began to harden under the shirt at your touch. The kiss broke only for a moment as Cindy whispered in your ear, “Pinch it darlin’.”

And that is exactly what you did. Tweaking and twisting the small bud between your index finger and thumb. The action rewarded you the most intoxicating sound as Cindy moaned softly in your ear. In a bold move on her part, she brought one leg in between yours. The moan was one so sinful you didn’t even realize that you were capable of making such a noise.

That noise gave fuel to Cindy as she applied more pressure to your core with her leg. More sounds escaped both your mouths and you grinned into her thigh, mentally wishing you wore something much thinner than skinny jeans.

“Want to take this somewhere more private?” The infatuation in both hers and your eyes were apparent and Cindy laughed.

“We have a whole garage to ourselves, that not enough privacy for you?”

“Well, as hot as it would be to eat you out on the hood of the Regalia, I feel that if Noctis found out then he would literally behead us.”

Cindy smiled at you, with a peck on the lips and said, “I don’t think he’ll mind. What he don’t know won’t kill him, right? But, a bed is always good.” With your hand in yours, she led you to a side upstairs part of the garage. Opening up the door at the top of the side staircase revealed a quaint, rustic studio apartment of sorts. One central open area that had a small kitchen and dining area. There were some built in bookshelves that contained various books and pictures. A small love-seat with two pink pillows located near a door which you assumed was the bathroom. And on a more raised part of the room was a small dresser and her full sized mattress, adorned with pillows and a gray, chunky knit throw blanket.

On said mattress was the woman of your dreams. Seated on her haunches, leaning forward ever so slightly to accentuate her breasts and hair tousled from your hands moments before, she beckoned you to the bed. Wasting no time, you all but ran to her, crashing your lips against her and laid her gently against the soft duvet covers. Her hands were on your hips again, fingers finding their way to the button of your jeans. You smiled into the kiss and helped her out undoing it yourself and shimmying out of the article.

“What were you thinking about over there when you came in hun'?” The small circles being rubbed on your clit made it differently to answer but you did.

"Ahhh, just thinking that you got a real nice place. I guess it kind of surprised me." Deciding to return the favor and give an eye for an eye, you lifted her shirt off and tossed it. Taking in her beautiful upper body; chest of full display and nipples harden from when you played with them. Further grinding into her fingers you took one nipple into your mouth and began to suck and flick your tongue across the skin. Cindy arched her back at the sudden stimulation and momentarily stopped the rubbing.

"Oh God's (Y/N) that feels…" She couldn't finish as you moved to the next breast but still played with the other with your expert hands. "Ah! Based on how much attention you give my boobs, I take it that you're a tit girl then?"

You released from her with a pop, “When it comes to you, I just adore everything.” and began to attack her neck and collar bone. Kissing and nipping at the sun-kissed skin. She held you close running fingers desperately through your hair and leaving scratches along you back, your shirt discarded a long time ago.

"Keep doing that and I'll have to wear an actual shirt tomorrow hun'." The smirk on her lips was evident that she would do nothing of the sort. The thought of her working tomorrow with the bruises, bites and hickeys exposed for all the world to see made the fire in your core burn even hotter.

"Something tells me you'll be fine. And if you can still form sentences then I'm clearly not doing a good enough job." You started at the valley of her breasts and left a trail of kisses and worked your way down to where her leggings laid just above her pelvic bone.

"My my my, aren't you all worked up." The comment acknowledged the prominent wet spot on her leggings. You looked Cindy dead in the eyes, hers were a bit furrowed.

"Oh please darlin', don't act all high and mighty like you aren't as wet as- AH!" You rubbed your fingers on that mark and Cindy moaned so beautifully that it grew a smirk on your face.

You positioned yourself between her legs and licked your tongue across her sex. Cindy threw her head back against the pillows and begged you to do that again. Her thighs found homes on your shoulders and your hands on her abdomen to pin her down.

You licked her through her leggings knowing that the fabric both gave a good feeling but also was a frustrating barrier. Sucking on her clit one more time, it was time that you took off her leggings. She got the queue and lifted her hips to help you and threw them off the bed.

Just to even the playing field, you took off your panties and unhooked your bra. Your boobs bounced out of the lacey prison and Cindy didn't even try to hide how she stared.

Legs spread wide, her clit wet from her own arousal and your mouth you added one finger and watched as she arched up from the bed. The perfect arch of her back made her look like a sculpture at the Citadel. Along with a gorgeous "O" forming on her mouth.

Your finger moved back and forth. Cindy's grip on the messed up duvet below her tightened. You took this as an opportunity to add not only a second finger but also your mouth to the party. Your other unoccupied hand found and held hers as you continued.

Some instructions were given, A little to the... Yeah there. Curl your fingers (Y/N). No, that’s more like scratchin’. Oh! That’s perfect. Now, if ya can… go deeper. Ah. Ahh! AH! Yes darlin' right there!

You devoured not only her but every moan, gasp, shudder, and sigh that left her mouth. You sent your fingers deeper, down to your knuckles and Cindy screamed out. “AH! YES! YES! YES! Oh sweet ASTRALS baby girl! Keep going! AH!!” Hands took desperate hold of your hair pushing your face further into her wanton sex. You could feel her walls tighten around your fingers; it encouraged you to go faster but then Cindy called out.

“WAit… wait (Y/N).” There was a hard tug on your hair that lifted you from her slick center. You took a deep breath mouth wet from her arousal and took your fingers out of her.

“Did I do something wrong?” It took a moment for Cindy to respond. It was obvious that she missed your feeling already, what with her flushed face, blown out pupils and the sheen of sweat on her body.

“Naw baby girl… you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then?”

“It ain’t fair for me to be the one getting all the attention.” The mechanic found strength to give you some attention, her hand rubbing against your sex, she took your moan to memory and held nothing back as she gave you much needed friction to your core. Cindy was more rough with you. Even when she took one nipple in her mouth, she sucked and flicked the bud with force. Teeth were used to lightly tug and twist, her ultimate goal was to bring the soft bud to peak.

Breaths began to shudder at the stimulation you were receiving. Cindy turned you around so you could lay against some pillows at the head of the bed. Her fingers entered you with ease, you slick with arousal as you held her close. Minimal assistance was given on your part, what with your brain practically shutdown from her actions but Cindy knew how to read you. Noticed little movements, subtle gasps or even when your face scrunched slightly telling her to try a different spot. The ragged breaths that came from both your bodies and the squelching noises that were produced from her working your mercilessly were the only things heard in the studio room. She worked her way up from your breasts and to your neck, leaving the same, if not more marks against your skin that would be a bitch to cover in the morning.

She gave you a heated kiss and you could feel the smile on her lips as she danced with you. Your bottom lip earned a small bite when you snaked your arms up her back and clawed your way down. When she released your lips, the smile was more present than ever and Cindy licked her own.

“You never told me that I tasted so good darlin’.” A small peck on the lips. “You wanna find out how you taste?” Her fingers left your core and you whined at the emptiness but it was cut short when she put her two fingers in your mouth. You sucked them letting your tongue rub against the pads of her digits. When pulled out she laughed at the face you made.

“Kinda bitter, but I’m not surprised. Noct has been taking more hunts at night and coffee is the only thing keeping me awake.”

She hummed and you barely caught the whisper of, “Mind if I try?” Before she put her two fingers back in and massaged you. Fingers curled in just the right way, the slow pumps along with her thumb rubbing your clit. Not breaking her gaze at you as your head fell back against the wall with a soft thud at the languid pace she kept. The blonde woman placed a small pillow behind your head to keep you from hurting yourself.

“Gods! Cindy! Please!” Fingers were removed and placed into her mouth, self-satisfied smile at the flush ever present on your face. Legs on either side of you in a straddle, she put her fingers back in you, catching your neck with her mouth as you bucked at the insertion. “I think you taste divine baby girl.” Whispered against sensitive skin, it formed goosebumps all along your body.

Finally, you put your fingers back into her. Your breaths mixed beautifully with her moans against your skin. Cindy took your nipple in her mouth again. Deft fingers worked you so well that when you finally climaxed, you stopped working Cindy for just a moment. The way you called out her name as your orgasm washed over you was music to her ears. “AH! CI-CINDY! Don’t stop! AH-AHH! OH GODS!” How she was able to get you so loud, you would never know. Normally, you were a quiet love maker but with Cindy it seemed she could turn you into a pornstar. Giving you one last pump she took in her work. Your chest was heaving, mouth slightly parted, pupils dilated and hair an absolute mess; you looked like sin in your post orgasm state.

Cindy didn’t blame you for being so worn out but she was impressed when you still pumped your fingers into her. She took mercy on you and began to ride your fingers but not before removing hers from you and placing them back in her mouth lapping up the release you left on her. Her bundle of nerves got stimulation from your thumb. You just enjoyed the sights and sounds of her breasts bouncing, whimpers from sucking her own fingers clean of you, and the soft wet slaps of her grinding, as she took her own release on your fingers.

One final desperate shout escaped her as she fell forward against your equally exhausted body. Both parties laid on the bed and tried to catch their breaths. Cindy sat up against and kissed you, this time it was soft, meaningful and somewhat fleeting.

“I think we ruined your duvet…”

“Aw don’t worry ‘bout it darlin.’ Nothin’ a quick wash won’t fix. How ‘bout you get this off the bed and I’ll get us a warm towel to clean us off.” You nodded and she hopped off you and to the kitchen to wet a towel with warm water as you made quick work of the duvet and throw pillows. Cindy came back, pulled the sheets back and motioned for you to get into bed with her. Gently you cleaned each other up and placed the towel on the nightstand near her bed once finished. That was also when you noticed that it was so late into the night and you hadn’t eaten anything. Stomach catching up with your mind it made a loud rumbling noise that you both laughed at.

“I totally forgot that I skipped dinner.”

“It was worth it though right?”

You caressed her chin and guided her to a small kiss. “Oh absolutely. But Ignis’ll flip if he finds out I didn’t eat.”

“Well (Y/N) you kinda did eat.” Cindy sat on her haunches with her legs just barely spread. “I’d say you had yourself a full course meal.” A playful tackle to the bed wiped that smirk off her face as laughter filled the room. You blew against her stomach and she tried, in vain, to push you off. “Okay okay! How ‘bout this: You get yourself to the bathroom if you need to I’ll leave you a shirt of mine and get started on makin’ us something proper to eat? May not be like the Prince’s Advisor, but I consider myself a good cook at times.”

“Sounds like a plan.” To the bathroom you went and did what you had to do there, and true to her word, Cindy left you one of her shirts. The soft fabric was gentle on your skin, it was much larger than you expected it to be, just going past the curve of your butt, and it had the smell of Jasmine, vanilla, and motor oil. When you met Cindy at the stove she already began to warm up what appeared to be a breakfast like dish. She asked you to watch the food as she went to the bathroom herself.

Maybe five minutes passed. You hummed a tune as you cooked the food. Cindy wrapped her arms around your waist, she too wearing an over-sized shirt.

“You look nice like this.” It was whispered against soft fabric and love-bitten skin.

“Like how? In one of your shirts?”

“That, and here with me.” One kiss was barely pressed on your shoulder. “I could get used to late night or, I should say early mornin’, meals with you. Waking up with you. Being able to call you my girl.” The food sizzled on the stove as Cindy all but confessed to you. “That is… if you’ll want to. Don’t wanna force you or anything but, having you here with me has made me more happy than you could now.”

You turned and kissed her. The answer to the request, your hands grazing up and down her back while hers gripped tightly to the shirt you wore. Both of you were smiling before, during and after the kiss. Your foreheads rested against one another as you happily whispered, “Cindy, nothing would make me happier.”

#cindy aurum x reader #female reader #cindy aurum x female reader #cindy aurum x fem!reader #noctis lucis caelum #gladio amiticia #prompto argentum #ignis scientia #smut fic #please enjoy #1up-writes #spencer writes

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#Final Fantasy #final fantasy xv #ardyn ffxv #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ardyn x reader #ardyn x oc #nyx x reader #nyx ulric #nyx x oc #ignis scientia #ignis x reader #ignis x oc #original female character #imperatrix tellus aldercapt #Character Concept #concept art #Concept Design

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mandakatt · 5 years ago

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FFXV Drabble - Ignis Scientia - First Kiss

A/N: Ignis is the type that, to me, would not like someone else pining after you. Despite his nature of wanting to keep PDA to a minimum, I think in this case, for your first kiss, he would make an exception. Especially when he wishes for others to know that you are his. ♥

Hope you like it Doll! @atarostarling

Request: 800 Follower Milestone Kiss: First Kiss Place: At a Party Characters: Ignis Scientia/Fem!Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 668

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That is a feeling that Ignis thought he would never experience. Yet here, at a small nightclub with you attached to his arm, it seemed not a soul cared who he was the moment he passed the threshold. It struck him much like a cold splash of water to the face, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little at his bewildered expression.

“Are you sure about this, Darling?”

With a smile you gently nodded. “Yes, Ignis, I’m sure. My friends know of you, but they do not know who you are.”

Ignis’ brows pinched gently before he drew you in just a bit closer. “Know that I am never one that doubts you, but—”

Smiling at him as you placed your finger to his lips, you gently tilted your head. “Then just trust me… ”

Music filled the air while the two of you weaved through what felt like to him, a sea of people till someone recognized you. Releasing his arm you moved forward a few steps to take your friend into a tight embrace, wishing them a loud ‘Happy Birthday!’ over the music. When you stepped back, and turned to face him to introduce him, his stomach twisted in a knot.

He was positive they knew who he was the moment they looked at him.

“This is Ignis.”

“Oh ho, so we finally meet the fabled boyfriend huh?”

“Hey, come on, he’s been busy! But he made time to come with me to meet you.”

“I—yes, it is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” Ignis spoke loud enough for them to hear him, grasping their hand gently.

“Oh my… with an accent and a voice like that it's no wonder she keeps you well hidden.”

Ignis was positive that you could see the blush on his face as you playfully slapped your friends shoulder. Yet when your friend smiled and laughed then thanked him for coming, he felt that knot in his stomach slowly untangle. You gently took his hand, lacing your fingers together as you lead him to the bar.

The two of you hadn’t been dating long, at least not officially; he would be the first to admit he admired you for quite sometime before gaining the nerve to ask you on a date, but he was simply surprised that your friend knew him as your boyfriend. Not as Ignis Scientia, Right Hand of the King.

“Surprised?” your voice pulled him from his thoughts as you pushed a glass gently into his hand.

Glancing down at it he smiled softly. Scotch. He could tell just by the amber color, even in the strange glow of the lights above. “Yes.” he stated simply as he brought his glass up to take a small sip. “I expected a it’s him not, this is your boyfriend.”

It was your turn to blush. “Well, I’ll admit that the day you asked me on a date was the day I let them know I was no longer single.”

Ignis’ brows lifted high. “Does this mean that your friend was my competition?”

“Maybe… “ you said with a smirk as you brought your own glass to your lips, only to be surprised as Ignis’ hand snapped up and gently grasped your wrist.

You turned your head to look at him, only to feel entirely rooted to the spot as he leaned in and just barely brushed his lips over your own. It was featherlight, and he seemed to hesitate for a moment, eyes glancing to your own as if asking for permission to go further. Your lips parted slightly as you spoke his name before he captured your lips then in a proper, yet gentle kiss.

When he finally pulled back from it, he kept himself close, his thumb gently petting the pulse point on your wrist as he spoke just loud enough for you to hear.

“If I must battle for your affections, then I do hope you know that I am not one to take such a challenge lightly…”

#Meraki #800 Follower Milestone #Final Fantasy 15 #Final Fantasy XV #FFXV #Ignis Scientia #Ignis Scientia x Reader #Female Reader #Reader Insert #Request #Hope you like it Doll!#if not #I'm totally willing to redo this for you #he's a bit of a cheeky tease though #X3

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Opening his arms, Ignis’ father took to his grandson to hold him in a tight, loving bear hug. “Ooh, you’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Trying to reach for Ignitus was a challenge for poor Igneilya who was still about a foot smaller than her own husband. She turned to you for empathy. “The downsides of marrying a man who is taller than you—he can easily play keep away with your children and grandchildren.”

“I had my ways of getting my son back from Ignis from time to time,” you joked, leaving the store with the rest of them. “I am starting to notice where you say sweetheart a lot, Ignis.”

“Says it frequently, does he?” Aurdis asked, blowing a kiss on Ignitus’ cheek to make the boy laugh. “Wouldn’t be surprised. We said it to him so often when he was a small boy that he at one point thought that was his name.”

Ignis, again, wiped his face in an effort to hide his shame in the talks of his childhood. “I’m relieved I don’t recall that.”

Trying to ease him from the very idea that anything regarding his past was an embarrassment, you took his hand and held it tightly to calm him from the matter. His eyes turned to you to which you responded with a smile and leaned on him as you all ventured back to the car to head out for dinner.

When arriving home, you found yourself lazing on the sofa with Ignis and Cinnamon who had taken over your former advisor’s lap. You let the little creature have it as you merely rest your cheek on Ignis’ shoulder. It was nice to just sit in peace and quiet.

As Ignis’ fingers caressed Cinnamon’s fur, you would feel him turn ever slightly and kiss you on top of the head while rubbing your upper arm affectionately. Even for all the days and nights you stressed over what was to happen to you both, it was surprisingly a moment in time that you seemed to ignore those horrors. You had closeted them, left them behind for the time being and was just enjoying something simpler than a life that was laid out for you.

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lureofthesiren · 7 years ago

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FFXV Bullfighting AU Masterlist

This is the masterlist of chapters for the FFXV Bullfighting AU collab between @finalfantasyxvnut and @lureofthesiren

SFW, Gladio x reader, matador!Ardyn, bull!Gladio, Noctis Lucis Caelum, bull!Noctis, Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum, alcohol use, kissing, angst, sadness, and all the feels

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

#ffxv #final fantasy 15 #Gladio x fem!reader #bull!gladio #female reader insert #finalfantasyxvnut and lureofthesiren collab #gladiolus amicitia #ardyn izunia #noctis lucis caelum #ignis scientia #prompto argentum #bullfighting/bull!au

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by Olivia200312 Y/N, a female Wing Warrior (WW), gets transported into the past 2000 years before the FFXV story where Noctis takes his journey. When she gets found by Lady Aera Nox Fleuret, she meets the brothers, Somnus and the one and only Ardyn. While Y/N gets closer to Ardyn, Somnus doesn't like Y/N at all, after the deaths of Aera and Ardyn, Y/N gets granted to live up to 3000 years. What would happen if she gets found years later? What if she meets Ardyn again? How would the story play out? Words: 173, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence , Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Ardyn Izunia , Aera Mirus Fleuret , Somnus Lucis Caelum , Noctis Lucis Caelum , Ignis Scientia , Gladiolus Amicitia , Prompto Argentum Relationships: Ardyn Izunia/Reader Additional Tags: Romance , Fanfiction , Fantasy , Action/Adventure , Fluff and Angst , Fluff and Smut , Vaginal Sex , Rough Sex , Sex , How Do I Tag

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #ffxv fic rec #final fantasy xv fic rec

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rosiewritesstuff · 2 years ago

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An Office Dinner

Ignis Scientia X Fem!Reader

A simple story about an overworked Advisor and his very supportive girlfriend. Enjoy!

Ignis Scientia was a tightly wound individual. A pack mule for brutal paperwork and responsibilities that anyone else his age would crumble under. And he never thought twice about his lifestyle. He would bite off more than he could chew, but would manage it fine on the exterior. It was a stunning display he upheld without any eyebrows raising in concern. He pulled off what many deemed a miracle, however he hardly bat an eye. It was his duty after all.

But Ignis was human, a human with an extinguished appetite for change. He would never breathe a word of it, yet his heart did yearn for a break in the least. His job never provided breaks, it was around the clock, demanding him of everything. He wouldn't accept anything less however.

The weight of his job only grew heavier when a council member, who worked beside the crown, dumped a load of work with a nearly impossible deadline.

"You think you can get this to me by the end of the week?"

Ignis looked at the stack of work, everything that had to be simplified for the prince for his own sake as well as other miscellaneous things. He checked the date on his laptop and nodded. "yes of course."

The over-achiever felt nearly defeated, however presented a confident facade. This earned a smile from the said council member. "Excellent, Friday then." And he left, his flowing outfit following after, nearly pinching into the office door as it shut.

Ignis looked at the date again. Tuesday, February 6th. He did the rough calculations in his head, he could bring the paperwork home, work on simplifying it there. In fact, he could stay and finish it tonight before making it home. He finishes that tonight, then he will have plenty of time to get it to Noct and work over all of it on Wednesday and the morning of Thursday before the weekly meeting with the general. Perhaps before lunch on Wednesday he could have it read, signed and talked over for Friday morning. This plan seemed to suffice, among other tasks like Grocery shopping for both himself and the prince, as well as helping with school work and motivating the prince to study for exams.

His mind was spiraling trying to schedule and fit everything together for it to work. The stress made his head begin to ache, his eyes were going a little hazy. In the midst of his mental undoing— A knock at his office door made the buzz in his ears snap and his gaze focused on a worker in the citadel. Ignis had known this man for a while, they had worked together on a few projects here and there. They became close acquaintances, and Ignis grew to enjoy his company. Jerry was his name, he had a good taste in music; Ignis recalled. "If I don't see you tomorrow, Happy Birthday." He gave a small wave and his usual thin lipped smile.

"Thank you." Ignis urgently looked at the date on his computer again. Surely Jerry wasn't losing it, it was indeed his birthday tomorrow. How old was he again? He had to ponder that thought as he waved and smiled at Jerry as he left the office, shutting the door behind himself. It took him a few moments before it came to him. "Twenty two. That's right." His words came off in a sigh. "How does one forget their own age."

It wasn't long until the sun was set, forcing the lamp to flick on in his office. Surely it was to be another late night. He was hardly a quarter of the way through the paperwork and it was already 6:30. He cleared his throat and took a sip of his canned coffee, Ebony. He sipped it deeply, hoping it would give him his second wind to complete the work. Tonight, Noctis insisted on ordering pizza with Prompto, so he didn't have that on his plate at least. He was far more relieved than the prince would ever know.

Ignis took a deep breath, palms rubbing his eyes. "Alright— here we go—" his phone buzzed in his pocket taking the wind out of his mustered up sails. He sighed, pulling the phone from his chest pocket. It was his girlfriend. Among all the things on his plate, he also maintained a relationship with his beloved. He had immediate guilt when your name popped up on his screen. You were the relief in the hailstorm work created, yet you received the back burner every day. He didn't give you nearly the attention you deserved, and he hardly heard about it other than one small emotional outburst. He knew it was coming, yet didn't rush in fast enough to extinguish the flames. Since then, you had held the utmost patience with him and for that he was eternally thankful.

You never would call when he was at work, mostly to keep from being too distracting, and because your relationship was completely confidential. So you always opted to text him while you were apart.

Another late one tonight?

He opened his phone and rubbed his eyes again. He knew you were at his place, probably preparing dinner. He hated the idea that you would sit alone at his apartment, waiting for him. Most nights he'd come home and you'd be asleep in front of the TV.

Unfortunately, yes.

He sent the message and rested the phone face up on the desk. His fingers touched the keys on his laptop, but the phone buzzed again before he could type any words.

Okay. You hang tight Scientia. ❤️

I will. I'm sorry sweetheart.

Don't be! I'll see you soon.

Not soon enough, dear.

He sighed as he locked the phone and proceeded to type. He was at it for about 20 minutes. He made progress, and finally hit the halfway point. He was beginning to grow hungry now, and his concentration tanked significantly. However, he cracked open another can of Ebony and proceeded onward, trekking through the mired fog that became of his mind. He didn't make it far until a gentle knock on his door startled him. "Come in," his voice was a little horse. He cleared it as the door slowly opened. "Sweetheart?"

"Hey there Specs." You whispered, shutting the door and locking it. You were a sight for sore eyes such as his. You were wearing a sweater and tight jeans. He always loved that outfit on you just as much as you loved wearing it. You were also carrying a big bag. "You don't mind joining me for dinner do you— well more like me joining you."

"Of course not. What did you bring?" He began to clear away his desk, making room for the two of you to eat.

"Your favorite. Cutlet with Tomato basil sauce." You grinned, setting his plastic container in front of him. You also gave him water and other side dishes as well as a napkin and utensils.

"You went through all the trouble—"

"Hardly what I'd call trouble. I love you, why wouldn't I take care of you?" You pulled up a chair and sat cross legged on it; pulling out your own dinner.

"Thank you." He found himself enamored by you. Your face was so gentle, so warm and soft. It held the look of kindness, and understanding. He couldn't help but watch as you opened up your own food and began to eat. You took a bite of your food, eyes flickering up to greet his gaze. You smiled, cheeks dusting red at his undivided attention.

"Hopefully it tastes good. You are the cooking mastermind. I'm a mere apprentice." You spoke nonsense. He did teach you how to cook, however you did wonderfully, and in fact enhanced some of his recipes. Including the one you were currently indulging. "What are you working on?" You asked, picking up a sheet of paper from the large stack. He blinked a few times, following your eyes to the paper you held.

"Condensing that into a simplified form for Noctis. As well as other house keeping items." He finally took a bite. He could taste the many flavors dancing upon his tongue. He knew by the warmth and the flavor how much love you added upon it. "You outdid yourself, this tastes splendid."

You beamed up at him. "I'm glad you like it— So, just this sheet then?" You questioned, eyes scanning over the words.

"No. The pile, dear."

Questioning eyes glanced at the pile and then back at him. "The whole thing? By when? That's huge!"

He nodded and took another bite of his dinner. "Friday. That includes Noct reading, responding and recording his responses, editing them then submitting it."

"That's only a few days?! What are they nuts? Why would they put so much on you? Your birthday is tomorrow for crying out loud." Your face began to contort with frustration, eyebrows furrowing and cute nose scrunching. You usually became frustrated with the overwhelming work load he was given. "How are you to take care of yourself? Iggy..." Your eyes finally met his, and the emotion that gathered made something within his chest burst. No one ever batted an eye over him... No one but his willful girlfriend. He didn't have too much to say. He just looked at his food and proceeded to eat. "Okay, how can I help? Give me a task." You began shuffling around to make room in front of yourself.

He took a sip of his water and smiled at the eager, determined face you sported. "There isn't much you can do. You've done enough just by bringing dinner."

"Nonsense! There's something I can help with! We are getting this done so you can relax tonight. You need it sweetie, it's written on your face." Only you could see such exhaustion. Exhaustion he ignored quite plainly.

"Truly, there is nothing. But I feel my second wind coming on. And that's thanks to you." He stood and placed a kiss to your forehead. He caught the smile on your face as he slowly sank back into his office chair.

"Good! Then I'll sit on the couch and you work. We are in this together. You let me know what you need and it will be done!" You were always so enthusiastic. Even on the occasion when you were hurting. You did your best to be positive in such negative circumstances that it gave him hope and positivity as well. He was caught a little off guard when you stretched across the desk and planted a kiss to his lips. "You got this." You whispered before putting the chair back and giving him full reign of his desk. Just as you said, you sat on the couch.

Over the pain staking hours his workload had stolen, you had found amusement in a couple of history books from one of his shelves. Ignis found you absolutely beautiful. Cross legged on the couch, tucking falling hair behind your ear. You were concentrating, he could tell by the way your eyebrows furrowed. And ever so often your gaze would flutter to him, making sure he was staying on task. And there were only a few times where he met your eyes for a split second. He couldn't hide the smile as you winked at him.

He was very productive. And rode out the second spout of energy well. Wrapping up the work and saving it around 11:40 at night. You were long asleep, book abandoned on the floor. At one point without him noticing, you had stolen his jacket and wrapped it around yourself. He couldn't help but sit there and stare. He was grateful, grateful for such a woman. You could have been in bed, watching your shows, and eating snacks. Yet, you, chose to spend the evening in his cold office, on an uncomfortable couch all in means to support him. "How's it coming along?" A quavering voice broke the shared silence. You were stretching, rubbing your eyes and slowly sitting up.

"I just finished now." He grinned, shutting his laptop. Your tired face lit up and your soft lips curled into a wide smile.

"Yes!" You quietly cheered, picking up the book and placing it back on the shelf. "I knew you could do it. You are something." You grinned, as you took off his black jacket and handed it to him.

"Hardly. I couldn't have done it without you." He smiled, taking the coat from your outstretched hand. You were so exhausted, he could see it on your face. However your eyes still had that sparkle they normally did. He slid on his coat and you both walked to his car.

It was snowing and seemed as if it had been for hours, the temperature nearly below freezing. You were huddled into his arm, trying your best to steal the little warmth he had. You checked your phone as the two of you neared the car and stopped, tugging him to a halt as well. With a quick scan of the perimeter, and a trite smile— you nearly leapt into his arms and tugged him into a warm embrace. After a lingering moment, you slid back, still perched on your tippy toes; allowing you to rest your arms on his broad shoulders. "Happy birthday Iggy." Your voice fell much like the quiet snow dotting the air. Snowflakes graced against your face and melted at the heat gathered in your rosy cheeks.

"Thank you, my love," He hummed. Ignis cupped your warm face in his gloved palm, before kissing you in the empty parking lot outside the Citadel. Snow covered everything, making the world almost glow. "Thank you for everything." He whispered onto your cold lips. You smiled, pressing your frozen nose to his cheek.

"I love you Ignis Scientia. More than I can describe."

"I love you too." He kissed you again, holding you close to him, "So very much."

With a small smile and twinkling eyes, you kissed his frozen nose before leaving the warmth of his arms. "Let's get out of here! I have some plans for you, birthday boy." You winked at him while rounding his car.

He unlocked it allowing you to enter inside. And he followed after, starting the vehicle and getting it warmed up. You were quick to pick a song on your playlist to blast in the car while he went out to brush the snow from the windshield and windows. You made sure to turn the music up loud enough for him to hear, and make goofy faces as well as car dancing for him to make him laugh.

Ignis Scientia was a tightly wound individual and a pack mule to his responsibilities. He would bite off far more than he could chew and managed without raising eyebrows in concern. The world thought nothing of him, and he was fine with that. Merely because the most beautiful, kind, and selfless woman thought the world of him. And because of that, he would make it just fine.

#ffxv #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy xv #ignis x reader #ignis scientia #ignis scientia x female reader #rosie writes

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Gamble - Ignis x fem!reader Greatest Showman AU Pt. 2

Finally, the second part of this is done. Took me ages due to health, and I’m relatively OK with where it’s at so, here we go.

Lots of angst involved. Obviously this has major spoilers.

@shadeswritings @atarostarling @sevansheart

[Part One]

The shift in your husband’s demeanor is insidious, creeping. At first, you’re positive you’re imagining things. Business booms, which is truly a splendid thing, however he spends much of his time within the theatre performing with his troupe. While you’ve resigned yourself to supporting Ignis, your girls are finding it increasingly difficult to mask their disappointment.

Every missed tessenjutsu competition breaks your daughter's heart into more pieces. It hurts you to hear her sobbing into her pillow at night, her and her sister rarely seeing their father as what he ends up calling a circus runs late into the night.

Something rouses you from sleep one evening; your elder daughter climbs into bed with you, eyes red and swollen with grief. Soft sobs wrack her body as you wrap arms around her tiny frame, burying your face in her dark blonde hair.

"When will we see daddy again?" she manages around hitching breath.

"Soon, darling," you soothe, hands moving to rub circles on her back. "Soon."

Quiet sighs against your chest, where your heart races, knowing you've told her a bold face lie. In truth, you aren't sure when your husband will return to being a more constant fixture in your lives. A single tear rolls down your cheek before the call of sleep pulls you back under.

Months pass, and you can't deny that the success of the circus makes life much easier. Bills no longer go unpaid, you don't fear something being taken from you for lack of funds. Ignis is able to have the holes in the roof patched and do other improvements to your home, and things become comfortable. It's baffling to think you even manage to start saving.

Ignis wakes you one morning with a gleeful smile, tugging on your hand as you struggle to blink away the dredges of sleep.

"Darling, come on!" he whispers excitedly, working very hard to not wake your daughters.

Stumbling out of bed, you notice that many of your possessions are missing, immediately raising alarm that in your sleep, a thief somehow managed to nap your things. The anxiety must be plain upon your face, for Ignis draws you to face him, smiling.

"It's fine, Y/N," he assures, bending to plant a kiss upon your lips. "I have something to show you and the girls. Could you get them up and ready?"

"Ah, well, of course, dear," you agree, still confounded.

An hour later finds you in a carriage heading somewhere very familiar. The tang of salt fills your nostrils, the willows outside the window heralding your approach to the sea. An inkling at the back of your mind, suspicion growing as you pass your parent's home.

"Ignis, are you taking me to the place went to that night all those years ago?" you question, eyes narrowed.

Though his answering smirk tells you all you need to know, you pull up to the sprawling mansion that you recall being devoured by ivy. Instead, its majesty is unmarred by the years of decline, looking as if it has just been built. Your breath catches in your throat, the sheer beauty of it all overwhelming you.

"For you, my darling," Ignis whispers, stepping up behind you, winding his arms about your waist.

Around you, life moves in double time, your girls squealing in ecstasy as they explore the grounds of your new home. Ignis presses a kiss to your hair, finally prompting you to return to life.

"It's... it's so much," you breathe, still in shock. "You didn't have to do this for us, Ignis. We were happy in our home."

"And just think of how much happier you'll be here, in this life I promised you," he insists, and, rather than argue, you allow his mood to infect you.

The girls have claimed their rooms by the time you enter the grand foyer, visions of the past causing a bit of cognitive dissonance. It's surprisingly easy to remember how the space looked last you visited, the wonder taking over your senses, selling you on a life of mystery. A small part of you wistfully wishes for a grand life far from the one you left behind. A larger part wonders if the return to wealth will restore your relationship with your father.

"Does this mean you'll be home more often? If we're able to afford this, it would be nice for you to take a break," you wonder aloud.

"Ah, that," he answers, wincing. "I'm exploring some potential directions to take the circus. I've found a partner, a man I believe you're familiar with. Noctis Lucis Caelum."

Stopping dead in your tracks, you whirl to face your husband, eyes wide in shock.

"You've convinced Prince Noctis to be your partner? What on Eos is that boy thinking? Ardyn will lead the press in an assault on his character the second he catches the boy with you," you rant.

"Darling," Ignis laughs. "Perhaps you aren't the only highborn bored with playing the game."

You huff a breath. He makes a fine point. "His father must be so angry."

"I would guess he cares not for his father's opinion," Ignis muses. "At any rate, he's going to assist me in appealing to higher society. We've got the attention of the middle- and lower-class population."

The confession forces your lips into a thin line, annoyance rising within you. "We don't need the attention of higher society, Ignis."

He pats your arm in comfort. "Of course, Y/N. You'll see. It's going to be wonderful."

It was the first time you begin to question his motives, and as it would turn out, not the last.

Not long after moving into your new home, Ignis arrives home early one day, a crazed grin pulling at his lips. Immediately, you're on edge.

"Noctis and I are heading to Tenebrae with the troupe," he announces.

"What? Tenebrae? Whatever for?" Incredulity turns your question into an accusation.

"He's gotten us an audience with Queen Sylva Nox Fleuret," Ignis clarifies, as if it should be obvious. "It's going to open up so many more possibilities!"

"The Queen... of Tenebrae," you sputter, standing and pacing about. "Ignis, what's this really about?"

"Y/N, I'm simply attempting to fulfill my promise. To you, and to your father. To give you the life I said I'd give you, the one you wish for," he states.

A wave of clarity crashes into you, stealing the breath from your lungs. You pause in your anxious steps, turning slowly to face your husband. He's still in his uniform, and you notice a travel bag in his hand.

"The life I wish for, Ignis, or the one you do?" you whisper, flinging the accusation before the courage to do so blows away in the winds of change.

Ignis either doesn't sense your hostility or chooses to ignore it. "They're one and the same, my dear. Now, bid me farewell. I must get going."

Before you can manage a scathing reply, your daughters run into the room, immediately clinging to their father. Happy chatter from them seems to pass by him as he quickly gives them hugs and kisses, stepping over to give you the same treatment before leaving.

The sight of your daughters chasing after his carriage, crying for him to come back, breaks you and you sink to the floor, agony-laced tears dropping from your eyes.

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The subsequent month is trying, dejection creeping into you and your girls as the days pass without Ignis. Your eldest no longer wishes to do tessenjustsu, preferring to stay at home holed up in her room when the three of you aren't working on studies. Similarly, your younger daughter keeps to herself as well, sometimes wandering out to the garden to wait for her father's carriage to bring him home.

Return home he finally does, but he feels strange, distant. Something has changed and immediately, your heart worries that your future is uncertain.

To your surprise, he takes time to play with the girls in the garden, their muddy feet crossing the threshold well after dark. You try desperately to ignore the rising panic, but after dinner when the girls are tucked into their oversized beds, you corner Ignis.

"Why do I feel as if you're further away now than you were in Tenebrae?" you worry aloud, voice thick with emotion.

“I’m not sure I understand this air of melancholy, Y/N,” Ignis states, deftly avoiding the searching nature of your musings.

“Something is happening,” you refute, voice flat. “Why won’t you tell me?”

When he pauses, your heart leaps into your throat, choking you. Taking deep breaths around the lump is difficult, almost painful, but you try desperately to rationalize that yelling won’t fix anything. His expression momentarily betrays his silence, and your stomach drops to the floor.

“While in Tenebrae, I made a business arrangement with Oracle Lunafreya,” he clarifies at last. “She shall be putting on a debut performance here in Lucis and depending on the reception, perhaps we will explore a longer-term contract.”

“There’s more to it than this!” You launch your words like grenades, your anger palpable at his evasion.

He simply smiles at you, his eyes far away. “Everything is going to be fine. You’ll see. Luna's performance is in a few days. I have little to coordinate so I shall be here with you and our girls.”

Somehow, the idea doesn’t assuage your fears.

Ignis keeps true to his word, spending a majority of the following days at home. The girls are all smiles and starry eyes, hanging upon his every word as he regales them with tales of the trip to Tenebrae. They spend much of their time outdoors, either in the vast gardens or by the sea. You feel much like you’re experiencing your own life as if from the outside, barely going through the motions as the days pass.

Through Ignis' influence, the girls are very excited to see Luna perform. On the day of the debut, they dress up in their finest wear, their best shoes, hair shining in perfection. You, in sharp contrast, are nervous for reasons inexplicable, dressing in a daze and hoping for the best. Many years have passed since you’ve been in the company of high society; you can only hope you remember all the etiquette courses you took as a girl.

Your father is likely to be present as well, the icing on the proverbial cake. The man’s never even seen your daughters, despite living not a mile away.

To be fair, the performance is beautiful; the rumor that her voice is a healing balm certainly holds some merit. However, there’s as gnawing in the pit of your stomach, your intuition scrambling to set off warning bells but for what, you’ve no idea. At the very least, it doesn’t take long to find out.

Ignis introduces you and your children to Luna, at which time the gnawing blossoms into full-fledged burning. Something is amiss, yet it eludes you before you can place your finger upon it. You smile despite your immense discomfort.

During the reception, your suspicions over your husband’s actions are confirmed when he makes a grand to-do in front of Cor. Lips set in a sneering smile, he waves his new status in your father’s face, flaunting that he’s never come to know his granddaughters, nor achieved what Ignis has. As the scrutinizing eyes of upper society slide to your shocked face, you scurry forward to collect your children.

“Ignis,” you hiss, embarrassed and angry, “stop this nonsense at once! We're leaving!”

Retreat is the only option; some of the patrons titter behind their hands at the shameful display.

“Still the tailor's son,” Cor laughs as you flee.

The world blurs as embarrassed tears burn your eyes, anguish rising as physical pain in your chest. It steals your breath, forcing you to slow your hurried steps, the worried faces of your daughters coming into view as you hunch over. They cling to your legs, pressing tiny faces into your dress as they sob with you.

"Mother," your elder daughter murmurs, "what's wrong with father? When are things going to return to normal?"

At her query, you loop your arms about the two of them, shaking your head. "I don't know, darling. I don't know."

Ignis doesn't return until well into the early hours of morning. Grief has kept you awake, willing you to remain alert until his feet cross the threshold of the home you've come to resent. To you, it represents the loss of magic, the change in your husband, the many hours spent alone while he does whatever he's doing when away from home.

With that thought festering in the depths of your mind, you round on him as soon as he enters your bedchamber. A tired greeting dies upon his lips as you storm over to him, fury rolling off of you in turbulent waves.

"I knew, Ignis," you seethe, "I knew this wasn’t about getting the higher society's attention to better things for us! You lied to me, you lied to your children, and Six, what's left of us?"

He's taken aback, as if your anger is something that blindsides him. For all you know, he truly has been oblivious to what his behavior has wrought. "Darling, what's this about?"

"What's this... what's this about?" you screech, disbelieving. "How can you look me in the eye and not see what you've done to our family? All of this to prove something to my father, to the highborn society that you aren't poor anymore. Their opinion doesn’t matter, Ignis! Your family is what should matter!"

It's when he falls silent, not so much as an apology passing his lips, that you zero in on the packed bag in his hand. Hackles raise immediately, another flood of sickening animus taking over.

"Oh, I see," you snarl, jabbing a finger in the direction of the bag. "Off on another adventure, not so much as a discussion over it. Where is it now, Ignis? And for how long?"

"Luna and I have set a contract for a national tour," he explains, voice lifeless. "A few months, to be sure. I leave Noctis as ringmaster in my absence. With the extra profit from the tours-"

"I don't care about the profit," you spit. "Keep your profits. Keep it all. Just go."

"Ah, well," Ignis fidgets, "I'm merely making ready. We won't set off for another few days. I'll get to spend more time with you and the girls before I leave."

"I don't even understand why you need to go with her," you grumble. "It doesn't matter. I'm going to go to bed, Ignis. I can't deal with this any longer."

In the days he remains home, it's almost easy to forget the troubles weighing heavily upon you. He doesn't visit the theatre once, spending his time doting on your girls, trying to reconcile things with yourself, smiles upon his tired face. Beneath layers of exhaustion, you can still spy the remnants of the starry-eyed boy you met a lifetime ago.

The illusion shatters when he leaves again. This time, you're not so sure you can piece it back together.

Every day Ignis is gone widens the aching hole in your heart. You find yourself dancing through the house, remembering the steps you and Ignis used to do in tandem. A sad melody bubbles up from your wounded soul in time with your feet, the actions a soothing salve on the sting of solitude. If only it could return your husband to you. Imagining yourself as the piper brings a fleeting smile to your lips.

The days dredge on, and news reaches you that more and more protesters are gathering outside of the circus. The girls don't have much desire to go lately, and it's hard for you to face that which has torn your family tatters. You note that Ignis' share of profits from the circus is decreasing and for the first time in years, you start to worry about your future.

An abrupt letter from Ignis states that he'll be returning home, asking that you meet him in a few days at the depot. Unbidden, your heart soars; perhaps his return home earlier than expected indicates that he has finally awoken from his dreams of fame. Even your daughters start to get excited.

However, when the day arrives, it ends up being a nightmare. Any joy you may have felt at having your husband back in your arms is stolen away when a fire crew races past you, heading for the theatre. Of course, Ignis follows, you and your daughter not far behind. The sight that greets you is a harrowing one: the theatre engulfed in a raging inferno, the troupe desperately working to get free. You spy Noctis run back into the flames, apparently looking for one of the girls.

Ignis turns to you, desperation settling in crazed jade eyes. Suddenly, it occurs to you that he means to enter the building as well.

"Ignis, no!" you shout, but it falls on deaf ears.

Witnessing your husband run headlong into a burning building is enough to break you, let alone the subsequent collapse of upper floors after he does so. Tiny gasps from your waist drag your eyes away from the wreckage to grip your girls tight, despair falling over the three of you in a stone blanket.

Minutes pass, and finally Ignis returns from the scorched building, holding Noctis' unconscious form. The fire team takes Noctis to the nearby hospital, leaving Ignis to sit dejectedly outside his ruined theatre. Relief washes over you upon seeing your husband safe and you make to comfort him when a newspaper catches your eye: the front page graced with a photo of Ignis and Luna on stage, their lips meeting as they embrace.

Ice shoots through your veins at the betrayal and you rush to get your daughters away from the scene before they note the newspaper as well. Leaving Ignis behind, you take your children and head home to consider your next move.

The universe seems to have decided your fate for you; there's a notice upon your door proclaiming that the bank is foreclosing upon your home. Crazed laughter forces its way out of you before you can form a thought, your daughters gazing up at you in alarm.

"We have to leave, mother?" your youngest asks, a waver in her tiny voice.

"Yes, darling," your voice holds a similar tone when you answer. "Pack your bags. It's time you got to know your grandfather."

Packing is a haze, an autonomous process that's drowned out by the thundering of your heart in your ears. Your mind moves faster than you can process, the photo in the paper plastered across each and every thought, the words in your mind static. A petty part of you is glad Ignis is losing everything right along with you. The nausea roiling in your stomach threatens to send you retching.

Hurried footsteps crunching over the gravel of your driveway draws your attention and you're glad you're done packing and can leave. You've no desire to deal with Ignis in this state and if you're being honest with yourself, maybe never again.

"Y/N, wait!" he wails as you stomp out of the front door. "I know you must be upset but please allow me to explain!"

"No, Ignis," you fire back, allowing the anger from the past few hours to seep into your tone. "I cannot... you and that woman... I knew something was not right when you left. And to top it off, the bank taking the home back? I cannot, Ignis..."

His breath hitches and he doesn't move to stop you as your girls trail behind you, bags in tow. "Where are you going?"

"Home."

"This is your home!" he pleads, voice cracking with emotion.

A startled, sardonic laugh bursts forth. "No, it isn't. Nor is it yours any longer."

Something you never expected to do was walk up to your father's door in the middle of the night with two children and no husband, yet here you stand, breaths quickening in anxiety as you stare at the familiar door. The very same home that felt like a cage to you for so long would now be your refuge. Well, you certainly hope it will be. Surely Cor wouldn't send you away, would he?

Stepping up to the door, you knock upon it with a firm hand and hold your breath. Moments pass and you're about to give up when the large door opens slowly, the suspicious eyes of your father peering into the night. Recognition flares in his eyes and he throws open the door with a gasp.

"Y/N," he hums, and while he's never been of the emotional sort, you can hear it in his voice, "I... I saw the paper. Please, come in."

Though it feels a bit awkward, you usher your girls in as he retreats to allow you space. They huddle into each other, clearly out of their element. Cor apparently senses this, coming forth to kneel next to them, extending a polite hand in greeting.

"Hello girls," he says, a warm smile on his face. "I'm your grandfather, Cor. It's very nice to meet you."

They shyly shake his hand and you think maybe this will turn out better than you thought. Cor directs you to 2 of the bedrooms upstairs, where you take one to settle the girls in for bed. The day has been so hectic and emotional, they practically fall asleep the moment their blonde heads touch the pillows. On the other hand, you're feeling very high-strung, wandering back downstairs where you're surprised to see Cor waiting.

"I..." he starts, opening and closing his mouth a few times. "I'm sorry to see that things have come to this, Y/N. I cannot say I'm not happy to have you home, however."

You shake your head, fighting tears. "Please, father, not today. I know your opinion of Ignis. I know you said I'd come home. Please, please... leave those words unsaid."

Whereas you expected a fight, he simply nods and steps toward you, arms extended. The emotions of the day overwhelm you and you close the distance, crying out your grief into his worn sleep shirt.

Two days pass in which grief does not loosen its grip upon you. Hooked claws score your soul, bleeding you of all tears and leaving a hollow shell behind. There's a small amount of solace taken in that the girls get on very well with their grandparents and for the majority seem to be enjoying themselves.

The sea calls to you, drawing you to its edge where in the white sand you made a friend. Allowing the song of the washing waves to take your thoughts, you find yourself humming the song you and Ignis used to sing when life was simple and full of wonder.

To your surprise, a second voice joins you, harmonizing. You wonder if you've finally lost your mind, but when sliding footsteps in sand reaches your ears, you turn.

Your heart clenches at the sight of Ignis standing before you, eyes alight with something you haven't seen in years.

"Darling, I..." he begins. "I've been such a fool."

While you want to be rude and twist the knife in his gut, you simply draw in a shuddering breath, gesturing for him to come closer.

"Yes, you have," you grouse instead.

"I allowed my desire to succeed cloud my judgement, turning it into a personal vendetta against the life I was forced to live as a boy," he continues, silently seeking permission to touch you. "It put me in a position for things to be misconstrued, Luna turned on me out of jealousy and I lost everything in the blink of an eye."

"Tell me, Ignis," you demand, allowing him to take your hands, "what really happened with the Oracle."

"She apparently thought I was interested," he clarifies with a grimace. "When I denied her and made the decision to return home, she sought to ruin my image and pulled me into an unwilling embrace on stage."

You peer into his eyes for many moments, finding naught but truth within them. A small smile pulls at the corners of your mouth. "So, Ignis, where do your priorities lie?"

"With you, and our children," he answers without hesitation, holding your gaze. "Always. I would like to see to the circus and hand it over to Noctis that I may spend my remaining days with the three of you."

Releasing the breath you hadn't realized you were holding, you wrap your arms about him. "Go, then, and return to us when you've finished."

Life returns to normal as Ignis does just what he promises. The two of you invest in a smaller home, near enough to Cor to freely visit, with enough space for the four of you without too much extra. Your eldest daughter resumes her tessenjutsu and to your surprise, your youngest attempts it as well. Finally, life is precisely the way you imagined it as you stood within the overgrown mansion and truthfully, you couldn't be happier.

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