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[mcalhenwrites]

@ignisfluff - Day 7, “Free Day” Ignis Scientia, as made by hand by me. :’) ALL OF HIM EXCEPT THE SHOES. Which took me several stores to find, and they’re not perfect, but they’ll do. NOCTIS WILL BE NEXT. I’m trying to finish him for IgNoct week, so they can be together. Then I can make them hug!!!

He can stand, thanks to the help of dowel rods and his shoes. I can style his hair a bit, though I attempted ~another style~ and it didn’t work. Jacket, necklace - all things that will come later. :) I wanted to pose him with the other amigurumi I’ve made, too, because it’s IGNIS FLUFF WEEK SO ALL THE FLUFFY THINGS GO HERE And Prompto was good comparison for people who know the size of the figures! 

He took me weeks of consistently working on him to finish. Hours and hours. Please love him. ;A;

[lhugbereth]

Ignis Fluff Week Day 4 / Fix the Ending (+ a happier world) / @ignisfluff​

The ending Ignis and all of us deserved 

Kinda sad but mostly fluffy companion fic under the cut OR

Read on AO3

Title: Happily Ever After Word Count: ~1000 Pairing: Ignoct Rating: T (for dem feels)

On the day Ignis arrived at long last, the Citadel was practically shimmering with radiance.

Banners strung from the ramparts, white and inlaid with jewels the color of iridescent flame, welcomed him home. Long carpets of red and black greeted him as they were rolled down the palace steps, and fanfare rung high and clear throughout the courtyard, signaling his ascent. There were others, too; faces he neither recognized nor particularly cared to, cheering as they lined his path.

All of these things Ignis saw without seeing. After years - decades - of blindness, perhaps the sudden clarity of the world around him should have felt alien, jarring even. But it didn’t. As he climbed the steps toward the Citadel, his mind was clear. He understood exactly why he had been called to this place.

Familiar paths down familiar halls, past tapestries and paintings he’d seen in another lifetime, led him at last to the throne room. There, too, banners had been hung from the high ceiling - the same white-and-iridescence as the suit he wore - and curved down and out in beautiful, elegant arcs. Opening up the room and drawing the eye directly to the dais, upon which the King stood waiting.

Ignis followed the sight. He strode across the otherwise empty hall, listening to the click of his shoes against the marble and recalling days long past - days when he'd run here, played here, sworn a solemn oath upon these very steps. An oath that had, in a way, led him back here in the end, though this time he had come to take a different kind of vow.

The King was smiling as Ignis approached. He wore a suit of dark blues and gold and decorated in the sigils of his forefathers. The sash draped across his chest from his left shoulder appeared to be made of the same silk as the banners above. When Ignis paused, breath stolen by the sight of him. Noctis reached out one white-gloved hand to draw him up the last few steps. Into an embrace far too many years overdue.

"Noct," he said in joy and in reverence. "How is this possible? You haven't aged a day."

Warm fingers found his cheeks. Traced over the scars, the wrinkles, the lines that had slowly deepened over the course of his full life. Up to his temples to brush through strands of white hair flecked with cinnamon, and Noct smiled again. "Maybe I should even the odds?"

In the span of a heartbeat, he was changed. Noctis stood before him now older, eyes heavy with the weight and passing of many years. Yet behind the thick, grey beard that lined his jaw, he was still smiling. Ignis’ breath hitched at the sight. The face before him was the spitting image of King Regis - regal, youthful, handsome; how he might have looked without the drain of the Crystal’s magic to dull the complexion of his skin.

Perhaps Noct misread the awe in Ignis’ silence, for suddenly he was changing again. Not into the bold young king who had greeted him on the dais, but into a more familiar form - into the sleepy prince whose hair fell in a veil over his eyes, and with whom Ignis had first fallen deeply in love.

“Is this better?” he pressed, teeth flashing at whatever shade of wonder had flushed across Iggy’s cheeks. Those brilliant eyes drew him in, those soft lips brushed the bridge of his nose, and Ignis felt his chest swell to bursting even as the first tears began to fall.

“Noctis, how I’ve missed you.”

Catching the strain in his voice, his prince - his king - drew their hands together between them. Ignis noticed vaguely that his own fingers appeared stronger, straighter, his hands once again vibrant with youth as Noctis clasped them to his breast.

“We’ve both waited long enough. Are you ready?”

A nod, firm and resolute.

“I always have been.”

The ceremony took place there in the throne room. Faces watched from below the steps as Noctis, grown once more into the proud man Ignis last knew him to be, recited his vows in an unwavering voice. Ignis’ turn came next, his heart supplying the words where experience failed him. And though there was no ring, the matching scars they bore around their fingers served as proof enough. Proof of their bonds, and of the depth of their devotion to duty, to one another.

It ended with a kiss. Cheers rose up around them in a crescendo of joy, matched only by the pounding of Ignis’ heart in his chest as he tasted Noct’s lips - so sweet, so perfect - after far, far too many years.

Long before the kiss broke, the sounds of applause began to fade. Further and further until Ignis sensed that the room around them had grown empty. The wedding was over; the guests had dispersed.

Alone at last, he pulled away from his king’s - his husband’s - mouth and smiled. “I do believe that was worth the wait.”

Noctis’ reply was a laugh that resonated like music in the hall. “Come on, Specs. Your throne’s been expecting you.”

The king settled back into the cushions of the seat from which his father’s before him had ruled over Lucis. A kingdom which now existed only in memory as the winds of change - and eventually of peace - had swept over the land in the wake of the Dawn. Ignis had lived to see that peace, had even played a role in its establishment, and for that he was grateful for the time he’d had. But now, here at the end, he longed for rest.

His throne was a seat of marble and bronze to Noct’s right, and he moved toward it when his king beckoned. Feeling his way along the arms out of habit, he finally lowered himself down to let the silky cushions swallow him up. Sighed and yawned as Noct’s fingers stroked back through his hair. Smiled as warm lips once more met his in the space between them.

After a lifetime, Ignis could close his eyes in relief. At last, he’d come home.

[meowstinite]

Day 5 of @ignisfluff

Take a break, AND CUDDLE IGNIS

we all wanna cuddle Ignis.

#ignisfluff #ignis fluff #ignisfluffweek

[ruiojousama]

Better late than never!  I had these sketches for @ignisfluff week for so long I didn’t get to actually upload due to school and exhaustion. I don’t wanna drop the weekly prompt just because of being late so I’ll still try my best to get them here. This thread is for Days 1-6.  First photo prompt : Baby Ignis!

Second photo prompt: Oops! ~The pepper spilled too much! This curry’s busted!

Third photo prompt: This is how you make a good Ebony

Fourth photo prompt: Happy Holidays, Ignis! ~Iggy’s everyone’s Santa. He never misses out on preparing gifts for everyone. 

Ffith photo prompt: Relaxing ~A warm soak in the hot springs is essential for bodily pains of a King’s chamberlain.

Sixth photo prompt: Puns ~When Iggy gets to be the butt of his own froggy jokes. 

[angelic-guardienne]

Still Prefer Tea

Title: Still Prefer Tea (AO3 Link)

Pairing: Ignis/F!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1946

Summary: Neither of you anticipated a simple cup of coffee being the thing that tore down three years of walls built to conceal. (For Ignis Fluff Week. Day 3: Food, food, and more food + "That is how you make the perfect cup of Ebony.")

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Tagging: @tales-of-a-fallen-star @amicitonia @alicemoonwonderland @ignisfluff @roses-and-oceans @for-lack-of-a-better-world @nemo-ne-impune-lacessit @kawaiinekorose @crazykruemel @kerrtrash @themissimmortal @ponkita @misssarahdoll 

You leaned forward against the island counter in Ignis’ kitchen, your arms crossed as you watched him glide about, gathering ingredients and utensils as he moved. Coffee beans, a mug, milk and… sugar cubes?

“Ignis…” you drawled, sliding further down into your chair, “Is this really necessary?”

He nodded, sparing you a glance over his shoulder before he set to work. “Yes. I daresay I can make you the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had.”

You raised a brow. “No offense, Igs, but you’re going for the wrong audience. I’ll like coffee no sooner than Noct will like vegetables.”

Ignis paused, holding a hand up to his chest and fixing you with the most faux-pained look you’d ever seen on his face. “You wound me.”

You laughed as he turned back to his task, an adorable pout visible on his visage. “Alright, I’ll humor you. Make me the best cup of joe ever, chef Scientia. If I like it, um…” You paused for a moment, cupping your face in your hands as you considered your next plan of action. “I’ll give you a prize.”

Six, that was reckless of you. That was actually really stupid. Take it back, take it back--

“All the more incentive,” Ignis replied, completely unaware of your inner turmoil.

You sighed internally. No takebacks now. What could you even give him that wouldn’t potentially ruin your friendship with him? You bit the inside of your cheek, struggling to keep the frown off of your face.

All you could think about was a kiss, or a dinner date, or buying him something that he completely and utterly deserved but was also too expensive for a mug of coffee (something he would undoubtedly try to turn down), or -- nothing that gave the ring of anything remotely platonic.

You’d done so well concealing your feelings these past three years, and you couldn’t run the risk of exposing yourself now, or ever. It was hard on your heart to just remain friends, but it was survivable.

So, then… a cookbook, a simple one… yeah, a quick cookbook, perhaps about concealing vegetables in a meal -- that would be a solid, completely platonic gift.

At least, that was the plan.

You watched Ignis move about the kitchen, chatting idly with him as he worked. You began to breathe shallowly, as just the smell of the coffee was already invading your senses and trying to repel you, especially Ignis’ coffee, which was stronger than most.

Maybe you wouldn’t have to worry about the gift after all. Six, wouldn’t that be nice? You could just say that coffee still wasn’t your thing, and then you wouldn’t have to worry about getting that completely platonic gift because he’d have lost the challenge anyways--

“(Y/N)?”

You looked up from your daze to find Ignis staring at you inquisitively, jade eyes warm and showing a hint of concern. You quickly averted your gaze, trying desperately to fight the blush rising to your cheeks. “What is it?”

“You seem…” You could see him gesturing out of the corner of your eye as he tried to find the right words. “A gil for your thoughts?”

You made the mistake of looking back at him, and you were blown away (like you always were) by his sheer beauty. That strong jawline, those full lips, the little bump in the bridge of his nose, his cupid’s bow, the acne scars from your adolescence scattered across his visage, those eyes that were so guarded to almost anyone else yet so open to you--

“I, uh,” you stammered, your brain scrambling for an answer through all the fawning, “Sorry. The smell of coffee doesn’t do me too well.”

Okay, so that wasn’t a total lie. You could stand it, but would avoid it if possible… but it wasn’t too possible with Ignis being the object of your affections, was it? So most times you stayed around the smell just because he carried it so much.

Ignis studied you for a moment more before he heaved a sigh, going to retrieve a small pot from the lower cabinets. “I’ll put on some tea.”

“Ah, I… thanks,” you muttered, cursing your lack of focus today. “And sorry about the coffee.”

Ignis shrugged, fiddling with his glasses. “It’s no issue. That’s just more Ebony for me.”

You nodded slowly, pursing your lips a bit. “Yeah…”

Ignis left the water on the stove to come to a boil and joined you at the island, sliding into the seat next to yours. The two of you conversed comfortably about random things, with pauses in the middle, though never awkward. It wasn’t too long before your tea was done and Ignis’ coffee as well.

He collected the two mugs and placed one in front of you, keeping the other for himself. You thanked him as you watched him move back to the other side of the kitchen, grabbing back the materials he’d previously taken out.

Ignis returned to his seat with little fanfare, pulling his mug closer to him and grabbing his spoon. “Two sugar cubes,” he said, putting one large and one small sugar cube into his beverage, “And three spoonfuls of milk.” He threw that in as well, mixing the coffee until he was satisfied. He brought the mug to his lips, a hum of satisfaction leaving his throat. “And that is how you make the perfect cup of Ebony.”

You tilted your head to the side, a smile tugging at your lips. “The perfect cup, huh? Mind if I have a try?” You placed your own mug back onto the countertop, turning to face him fully. “Maybe it’ll get you that prize after all.”

Ignis chuckled, sliding his mug over. “Have at it, then.”

“Gladly.” If it was the perfect cup, then it had to be good, right? You lifted the cup to your lips and took a sip. Ignis seemed to be holding his breath in anticipation of your reaction, and you hated to disappoint him, but-- “Yeah, sorry Igs.” You pushed the mug back over to him with a wince, taking a large sip of your tea to try and rid your tongue of the still-bitter taste of the coffee. “I guess I’m a tea girl through and through.”

Ignis snapped his fingers in false disappointment, slapping his knee and letting his head hang briefly. “Drat. It’s unfortunate that you have to miss out.”

You laughed. “I suppose so.” Ignis laughed a bit as well before the two of you settled into a relaxed silence.

As you sipped your tea, you allowed your mind to wander a bit. Okay, yeah, coffee still tasted pretty terrible, even when Ignis made it (which is a feat in and of itself, and a testament against coffee, not that you’d ever tell Ignis that much), but he made a valiant effort. That was still deserving of a prize, right? It wasn’t a grand prize, but… a consolation prize, perhaps.

Ignis had already nearly finished his mug of Ebony by the time you spoke up, catching his attention. “I appreciate the thought, even if it didn’t go as planned, so for that… a consolation prize is in order.”

Oh dear… you were thinking a bit more with your heart than your brain. Three years, you tried to remind yourself, three years and counting, is this one moment really worth the possible destruction of your friendship?

Ignis quirked a brow, idly tapping the side of his mug with a gloved fingertip. “A consolation prize? I’m flattered.”

You giggled, taking another sip from your tea. “As you should be.” And in that small amount of time between one sentence and the next, you had a mental battle with yourself -- would you just take the chance, take the leap, see how Ignis would react and put everything at stake? Or would you just sit back and buy that cookbook like you had planned, letting those feelings remain under a careful lock and key? You weighed the costs against the benefits and quickly reached a conclusion, even if it may have been a regrettable one.

The heart wants what the heart wants, and this one moment was all that you desired.

“Okay, trust me on this one. Close your eyes.” You said, scooting forward in your seat a little bit. Ignis did as told, and suddenly you were thankful for your distinct lack of nerves. Three years of holding it in be damned. You were so tired of holding back. The floodgates were open already, you just had to let yourself get swept into the current… so you did.

You leaned forward and pressed a single, lasting kiss against Ignis’ cheek.

Your nerves hit you full force the moment you’d pulled away, and you couldn’t hide the way your face heated. Ignis had gone red too, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up, not just yet--

“(Y/N)?” He asked, his voice small.

“Y-yeah?” you replied shakily, having failed to keep your nerves out of your throat. Six, you felt like you were in high school again, all jittery feelings and stammered words.

He opened his eyes, staring at you, studying you. “You… I…”

You stared right back, no matter how much you wanted to look away from his intense gaze. It was now or never at this point. You took a deep breath through your nose, then set your shoulders and came out with it. “Ignis, I -- I’m in love with you. Have been for a while now.”

He remained silent just long enough to make you even more nervous, then relaxed and slouched forward. “Six, (Y/N),” he muttered, and then he was standing so close to you, his hands cupping your face and his body heat rolling off of him in waves and his cologne absolutely clogging the air in the loveliest way. “May I?”

“Please.”

And with how intense those green orbs of his were, you’d expected the following kiss to be a bit on the rough side, yet it was anything but. Ignis’ lips were so soft and so gentle, moving against yours unsurely, as if he still wasn’t completely convinced this was happening. He pulled away just barely, your breath still mingling. “Pardon me, I-I’ve never really--”

“Neither have I,” you cut him off, reaching a hand up and tangling it in his hair, the other coming to cup his face as he did yours. “Less talking.” And you pulled him to you again, the kiss just as gentle and soft as the previous, slow and chaste as the two of you just felt each other, getting acquaintanced with one another.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you remained in each other’s embrace, but it was the most heavenly time of your life, and you were almost convinced it was a dream until you finally got a taste of the coffee on Ignis’ lips.

You pulled away, shaking your head and sticking your tongue out. “Even a kiss can’t make coffee taste better. I’m a lost cause, Ignis.”

He simply looked at you for a moment, and then that radiant, joyous smile spread across his face and he pulled you close, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “It would seem so.”

You would shortly learn that Ignis had been pining after you for about as long as you had him, and the thought made you laugh. For three years, you two danced around each other, both doing entirely too good of a job at concealing your romantic feelings for the other, until today. It was utterly foolish and utterly perfect, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[his-pair-of-spare-glasses]

Ignis Fluff Week Day 1 @ignisfluff Baby!Ignis + Scraped knees and boo-boos

There was that particular day when young Noctis and Ignis decided to play tag on socks in the throne room. Noctis was sliding down the banister while Ignis was trying to catch up running down the stairs, when he suddenly he lost his balance and sprawled. Noctis immediately turned around, hovering around his friend asking if he was hurt. Ignis clumsily fumbled for one of the three band-aids he always kept in the pocket for “just in case” and patched two of them on his own knee. “I’m fine Noct. Sorry, I tripped.”

[jastiss-blog]

Cachinnation - Ignis Fluff Week Day 6 -  SFW

Cachinnation – Ignis Fluff Week day 6 – Are You Laughing Yet? @ignisfluff +“That is hardly appropriate.” +Puns +Jokes gone wild I feel like I get away with this because it’s day 6 still in my time zone SO… I’m still going to see if I can crank out day 7 today but it’ll likely be tomorrow. 

Summary: basically a bunch of crack.  While waiting for the Regalia’s repairs to finish, the boys engage in a bunch of shenanigans.  A bunch of young adult boys being boys.  SFW.  Dumb jokes/puns.  Took some inspiration from this post by @atarostarling because it was hilarious. Cachinnation (n.) - raucous laughter 

“Not that you could, Gladio, but you wouldn’t hit a man with spectacles, would you?” Ignis taunted, daggers held at the ready, smirking.  He flowed fluidly from foot to foot, stance wide, a deadly dance.

Noct and Prompto looked on from the high ridge that held their camp, doubled over in cachinnation (one of those large, fancy words Ignis so loved to use) at the hidden egotistical side of their stoic adviser.  He and Gladio had been sparring for some time, burning off some pent-up energy as they waited for Cindy to finish some work on the Regalia.  Gladio cocked his head, greatsword slung easily over his right shoulder.  Right hip popped to compensate the weight, left foot planted, laughter dragging at his scar.

“Of course not, Iggy,” he said flippantly.  "I’d hit him with a greatsword!“

Gladio charged forward, Ignis dropping down and scuttling away easily.

"You can’t even hit the broad side of a barn, you hulking garulessa!” Ignis mocked in return.

“At least I can make it with the ladies,” the brunette fired back, a wolfish grin on his scarred face.  "The only way you’d get laid is if you crawled up a chocobo’s ass and waited.“ Above, Noct and Prompto howled.

"Come now, Gladio,” Ignis drawled, dismissing his weapons as he and the Shield made the walk back to camp.  "We both know that simply isn’t true.“

The two bickered amiably up until dinner time, during which Ignis announced, "I’ve lost my potatoes.  I do hope they’ll turnip.”

Groans abound.  Chortles.

“Y'know,” Gladio piped up as Ignis served the completed meal, glancing at Prompto.  "I heard photographers make great botanists because they know photo synthesis.“

"Dude,” Prompto burst out, cackling.  "You guys are too much.“

"I honestly have no idea why they chose any of you to be a part of my retinue,” Noct mock complained, failing to hide an amused smile in his food.  "Unless you count knocking the enemies dead with the power of your trash puns.“

"But you’re the one who Nocts them out!” Prompto wheezed in response, laughter overtaking him.

When the Regalia finished the next day, the quartet decided to visit Takka, who had yet another ingredient errand for them to run.  To Noct’s distaste, he required a shipment of beans.  As an avid bean-hater, the prince was loath to accept the hunt.  

“Beeeaaaaannnnns,” he complained, grimacing.

“Hey Noct,” Gladio yelled from the other side of the diner.  "How does a man take a bubble bath?“

The remainder of the group turned with inquisitive eyes to the Shield, awaiting the punchline.

"He eats beans for dinner!” He announced, a loud guffaw passing his lips as soon as the line was delivered.  Noct snorted in laughter as well, Prompto quickly joining in.  Ignis hid his laughter behind a gloved hand, desperately seeking to retain his hold on his professional demeanor.

“Gladio, that’s hardly appropriate,” he chided, hoping the Astrals would keep all evidence of laughter from his voice.

“What’s hardly appropriate is the way Prompto’s staring at Cindy,” Noct laughed, slapping his best friend on the back on the way out of the diner.  "Go on, go say something!“

A bright flush violently overtook the young boy’s pale face, drowning out his freckles.  "N-no, I couldn’t do that.  Not to my grease monkey goddess…”

Coming out of the diner, Gladio blasted a laugh and also smacked Prompto on the back, sending him stumbling forward several paces, arms wind-milling.  "You just need practice!  There, look!  See that chick over there?“

Several eyes trained on the position he indicated, a woman browsing the general store’s supplies.  Pretty, if a little plain, alone.

"Go on, give it your best shot,” Gladio encouraged, pushing Prompto in her direction.  "Let’s see what you’re made of.“

Of course Noct supported the ridiculous idea as well, ocean eyes spirited with mischief.  Heaving a defeated sigh, Prompto put on his game face and approached the woman…

…only for her to snort in disgust as he approached, turning away.

"MAN DOWN!” Gladio cried.

Beside him, Noct tilted his head back, laughing until tears burned his eyes.

“Well, let’s see you do better!” Prompto wailed in defense, embarrassed.   Noct pointed to Gladio.  "I’m not doing it.  Have at it, Gladio.“

"Indeed,” Ignis finally spoke up, eyes igneous in challenge.  "I’ve yet to see this legendary ability to ‘land women,’ Gladio.“

The Shield never failed to take bait from the adviser, a cocky smirk splitting his face as he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders.  "Alright.  Watch and learn.”

The behemoth of a man sauntered up to the woman.  Noting that she was watching him out of the corner of her eye, he opened conversation.

“You know, your body is made up of seventy percent water.  Suddenly I’m thirsty as hell,” he said, flashing perfect white teeth in a wicked smile.

She was nonplussed, reaching for a magazine to hide her face.  "Bottled water is over in the coolers, I think.“

Chuckling, Gladio shrugged, not one to be easily deterred.  "Miss, if you were the words on that page, you’d be what they call fine print.  You feel me?”

Another snort, and the woman turned her back.  "No thank you.“

Stunned, Gladio returned to the laughing group.  

"Wow, I learned so much,” Prompto gasped between giggles.  "Great work, buddy!“

"Yeah, knucklehead,” Noct agreed.  "What a ladykiller.“

They looked to Ignis, who had remained silent.  His arms were crossed at his chest, a devilish smirk plastered on his face.

"Watch a true master at work, boys,” he announced.

They didn’t expect much, honestly.  When Ignis approached, he didn’t smile, didn’t get in the woman’s face, simply pursed his lips and cocked his head in confusion before gently seeking her attention.

“Excuse me, miss?” he asked, emerald eyes wide, innocent. “Yes?” she answered, disarmed.

“I find I need a woman’s advice on a matter, if you could spare a moment of your time?”  A charming smile accompanied his second query.

“Oh, sure!” She chirped happily.  "What’s up?“

"There’s a woman,” he began, pausing for effect to sigh dreamily, “a singularly beautiful woman and I’m simply not sure if I should talk to her.  She’s the most divine creature I’ve seen.  What do you suggest I do?”

A pretty blush rose on her cheeks as she subtly fanned herself with the magazine she was holding.  "Well, you should introduce yourself!“

"Mmm,” Ignis hummed deep in his chest.  "Are you quite sure?“

"Definitely!”

Ignis sat in mock contemplation for another moment before he raised smoldering eyes to hers, extending a hand in greeting.

“Well, I suppose in that case, my name is Ignis Scientia,” he breathed.  "Nice to meet you.“

As the woman took his hand, Gladio threw his hands up.  Noct and Prompto simply laughed.

[tarubunart]

A small comic for @ignisfluff for the Day 1 theme: Baby!Ignis

I hope I’m not too late;; Put this together as fast as I could cause I really wanted to do at least one of the days for Ignis Fluff Week. Hopefully I can do more depending on how busy I still am with running my own event;; 

Anyway! It’s like, child Ignis and still with a booboo so I hope it fits the theme fine~ Ignis thinking back on a memory when he was younger, ft. my selfinsert/OC and possibly mother?? aunt?? Since we don’t really know much about his family I left it a little ambiguous;; Also I think I made Noctis a little too much of a dick but-- EVERYONE APPRECIATES YOU IGNIS.

[ignisfluff]

What are your plans?

So, Ignis lovers...

What are your plans? What are you making?

Remember, we’re all in this together. All the sweetness, because god knows we are going to need it.

(This writer has two fics written as of today, and tonight will be trying for two more!)

[rsasai]

Favorite Treasures

Title: Favorite Treasures Rating: G Pairing: Ignis/Noctis Status: One Shot (~500 words) Warnings: None. Just sweet fluff for baby!Ignoct prompt

Summary:  "This is my favorite."

Ignis slid his fingers over the surface of the book. No, not just his book—his favorite book. It was the one that his mother had read to him from when he was still inside her belly. It was the one she read to him when he was sick, or sad, or lonely. It was the one that she had tucked under his pillow the night before she died, promising that she would read him another story the next day.

She couldn't read stories to him anymore, but Ignis knew how to read now.

He could read them out loud... he could hold on to his treasure.

Continue reading here....

for @ignisfluff

[lhugbereth]

Ignis Fluff Week / Day One: Scrapes and Boo Boos / @ignisfluff

Title: Night at the Observatory Word count: ~1000 Rating: Gen (or F for extra Fluffy!) Pairing: Baby Ignocts <3

HERE on AO3

It hadn’t been an accident, not really. Ignis knew exactly the kind of trouble he was getting himself into following Noct up to the observatory at night.

Normally, they weren’t allowed inside without the watchful eye of an adult - especially the young prince, who was still at an age where he insisted on touching everything to figure out what it did, and how it moved. Which, in all fairness, was why Ignis had reluctantly agreed to accompany Noct in the first place. He was no adult, of course, but he was older and therefore wiser, and hoped that perhaps he could keep Noct from breaking anything too important.

It hadn’t been an accident, but neither had it been Noctis’ fault.

They reached the observatory at last, a circular room at the top of the East Wing of the Citadel. Its walls were lined with dusty, leather-bound books, it’s tables with strange contraptions used for observing and studying the heavens. At least, Ignis assumed that was their purpose - he’d never been allowed to play with them himself to find out. But that didn’t seem to matter now as, hoisting himself up on a stool, Noct plucked an expensive-looking golden orb from one of the work benches.

“Highness!” He tried to keep his voice low. “Put that down this instant!”

The prince turned to smile at him, new toy in his outstretched hand. “A present! For Iggy!”

“Wha…? No! Put it back.”

Ignis snatched the ball from Noct’s hand, ignoring his protests as he set it carefully back in place atop the table. “Now come down from there. You told me you wanted to see the stars.”

Noctis, who was beginning to pout at having lost his toy, instantly brightened. “Wanna see the stars!” He jumped from the stool about as gracefully as could be expected from a four-year old, catching onto Ignis’ nightshirt for balance on the way down. His hand found Iggy’s, gripped it tight in his excitement, and together they started for the massive telescope taking up much of the far side of the room.

Made of copper and brass, and inlaid with intricate carvings dating back to the early days of the Citadel’s history, the telescope was less a fine-tuned scientific instrument as it was an experience. Just climbing the steps to the eyepiece always filled Ignis with a sense of inexplicable awe, as if he were somehow ascending into the past the higher he went. Even Noctis had fallen quiet, his fingers curled around Iggy’s as he struggled with each too-steep stair. At the top, Ignis found that he had to lift Noct up - no small feat for a boy of six-and-a-half - in order for him to even reach the eyepiece.

“C-can you s-see anything?” he asked, straining under the weight with his face pressed to Noctis’ back.

“Nuh-uh.” The prince squirmed, and Ignis scrambled to adjust his grip. “S’all dark.”

“H-here, let me try.” Bare feet once more settled on the landing of the platform. Ignis took Noct’s place at the controls of the telescope, peering into the the lens while he fiddled with knobs and gears the way he had seen the scientists sometimes do. It took several moments, but eventually he managed to open the viewfinder - and gasped at the sight that greeted him.

“What? Iggy, what?”

“The stars…. Noctis, come see!”

It hadn’t been an accident, because he should have been paying attention.

By the time Ignis turned to his prince, it was already too late. Noct teetered on the edge of the platform, his heels hanging off the edge and arms flailing, and for a split second Ignis saw everything play out before his eyes in a flash. Noctis falls, his head hits the hardwood floor, he cries for a second then goes deathly silent. No. NO.

He moved before he realized what he was doing, instinct taking over for indecision. Just as Noct slipped from the edge, Ignis is there with him, wrapping his arms around his smaller body and tucking his head against his chest. Neither of them had a chance to scream -

...And then it was over. The fall was only a couple of meters, hardly the terrifying plunge Ignis had been expecting. But he absorbed the brunt of it in his shoulder and side. When he tried to sit up, releasing the prince who scrambled off of him in a confused panic, he felt nothing but searing pain.

“Owww….”

“Iggy? Iggy?!”

“I...I’m okay, Highness.” A wince, another flash of pain. “Are you hurt?”

Despite the sudden crocodile tears pouring down his face, Noct managed to nod. “I’m s-s-s-s-sorry!”

“Noct.” Iggy pushed himself with his good arm to his feet. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“But you’re all b-bloody!”

His heart thudded as he caught sight of where Noctis was pointing. A few scrapes, nothing serious, but they were an angry red where his nightshirt had been torn in the impact. “...Let’s go back”

In the end, it was Noctis who confessed everything. Regis held him close and listened without a word. Summoned the doctor to tend to Ignis while he carried his son off to bed. Ignis didn’t see either of them again until the next day, when his arm was in a sling against his chest and he could only greet Noct with a half-complete hug.

“Iggy, Iggy!” the prince said excitedly, nearly jostling his injured shoulder in an attempt to dig something out of his pocket. “I brought these to make you all better.” They were bandages, little ones with Noct’s favorite cartoon Malboro in bright colors all over the outside. Ignis couldn’t resist a laugh.

“Those are your favorites, Highness. Are you sure?”

A firm nod, sending black hair flying in all directions. “Yep! Can I put ‘em on?”

From the doorway, Regis watched with a warm smile as Noctis carefully stuck the bandages on Ignis’ arms, legs, face, and even around his glasses, using up the entire collection as if somehow the more he wore the faster he would heal. For his part, Ignis didn’t protest. He giggled at the tickle of tiny fingers on his cheeks, and hugged Noctis close as soon as he finally finished.

“Thanks. I feel better already.”

The pair didn’t sneak up to the observatory again for many years after that. Not until they were old enough to reach the telescope unaided, although they still climbed the steps hand in hand on their way to gaze at the heavens.  

[meowstinite]

Last day of #ignisfluffweek

A scene from the day 1 fic I wrote~♥

Read the fic about bby Iggy amnd the chocobros taking care of him and figuring out how to break the spell and such, it’s cute. ANd fluffy.

Thank you @ignisfluff mods ♥ Ignis fluff week was just what we all needed!

[xylianna]

All He Wants To Do Is Dance

Ignis isn't answering his phone. Noctis and Prompto investigate.

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13033305

@ignisfluff

Ignis Fluff Day 5 Theme: Take a break + Best vacation ever + “Today’s my day off.” + Relaxing

Combined with:

Ignis Fluff Day 6 Theme: Are you laughing yet? + Puns + Jokes gone wild + “That is hardly appropriate.”

In my effort to get caught up by the end of the day, I decided to combine prompts from two days, since it fit the story idea I had in mind.

Unedited, I have no beta, all mistakes are proudly my own!  LOL

Noctis frowned as his phone was connected to voicemail. Again. He’d been trying to reach his advisor for an hour, and each time it was the same - ringing and ringing, until the voicemail greeting played. Typically when he called Specs, the other man picked up practically before the first ring finished sounding. This was highly unusual, and while it wasn’t an emergency or anything, Noct was starting to feel a bit concerned.

“He’s still not picking up,” he said to his friend Prompto, who was sitting on the floor in front of the tv, their video game paused.

“Weird!” Prompto exclaimed. “Maybe… he forgot to charge it?”

Noctis snorted. “This is Specs we’re talking about,” he argued. “He doesn’t forget anything.”

“Maybe he got pulled into an extra session with the Council?” Prompto wondered. “Check the shared calendar!”

“Right… good idea,” Noct said, doing just that. A few swipes and taps later, he was looking at today’s schedule in a shared screen that let him see Ignis’s and Gladio’s appointments, as well as his own. “Huh… there’s nothing listed.”

Prompto shrugged. “I dunno, buddy. Maybe he’s sleeping? It is kinda late.”

Noctis paced a bit. Hearing his friend’s suggestion, he shook his head. “I’m calling Gladio.”

When his Shield answered the phone it was hard to hear him. It sounded to Noct like Gladio was out at a bar or club or something from the loud cacophony coming through the phone speaker.

“What?” was Gladio’s terse greeting.

“I can’t get a hold of Ignis.” Noctis wasted no words on small talk.

He heard Gladio chuckle. “Iggy’s fine. He’s with me.”

“But he always answers his phone,” Noct said insistently, still a touch worried despite knowing Ignis was safe.

“Give him the night off, Prince Charmless,” Gladio said. “He’s off tomorrow… er, today,” he corrected himself, noting the time. Relenting a bit, Gladio asked, “Did you actually need something urgent? I can put him on the phone.”

Noctis was embarrassed to realize he’d gotten so caught up in trying to figure out why Ignis wasn’t answering his phone, that he had forgotten why was trying to reach his chamberlain in the first place. “Nah, that’s okay. Thanks, Gladio.”

“Yep.” With that, Gladio hung up.

“He’s out with Gladio,” Noctis explained to Prompto as he walked over to sit by his friend, picking up his controller to resume their game. “Probably couldn’t hear his phone.”

“The Igster, not hear his phone? Come on, Noct,” Prompto laughed. “He keeps it cranked up so loud, I’m surprised we couldn’t hear it ring.” His face turned devious. “Something’s up.”

“Huh?” Noctis blinked at his friend’s mischievous expression.

“Where do you think they are? Let’s find ‘em and see what’s up!” Prompto suggested. “We can finish this game tomorrow.”

“Yeah… okay,” Noct agreed. He wasn’t really big on crowds, or loud music, but he couldn’t deny the truth in his friend’s words. Even when Ignis did take a rare day - or night - off, he had his ringer at max and phone on vibrate. On the off chance he didn’t hear it, he’d certainly feel it buzzing in his pocket. “They’re probably at that new club, The Coeurl’s Meow. I heard Gladio mentioning they were getting in a lot of new bands.”

“Alright, let’s go!”

A short walk brought the two young men to the club in question. After paying the cover charge and getting the bright red hand stamp showing they were underage and not to be served alcohol, they walked in and began looking around.

Astrals, it was loud. Noctis winced as the pound of the drums and the scream of the electric guitar assailed his senses. And that was nothing compared to the underlying din of so many people crammed together in one venue. Ugh. How could Ignis and Gladio actually enjoy this? How could anyone enjoy this?

“Hey, this band’s not bad!” Prompto said, a bounce in his step, in time with the beat.

“Yeah,” Noct agreed absently, cerulean eyes scanning the horde, figuring he’d see Iggy’s gelled up hair standing out above the crowd. If not, Gladio was huge, and shouldn’t be too hard to find.

He saw his behemoth-sized bodyguard first, and walked over to the large man, Prompto on his heels. “Gladio!” Noct shouted so he’d be heard.

The Shield turned his head, regarding the Prince and his friend with surprise. “Uh… Noct. Prompto.” A slight frown wrinkled his sun-bronzed forehead. “What’re you two doing here? Not really your scene.”

“We wanted to see what’s up with Iggy!” Prompto announced gleefully.

“Nothing. Go home,” Gladio growled.

While Prompto argued with Gladio, spouting forth crazier and crazier theories about Ignis and his phone, Noctis resumed scanning the crowd. They’d found Gladio, surely Ignis wasn’t far…

Oh.

Six.

Noctis found Ignis on the dance floor, a small space cleared around him by other revelers. It was immediately apparent why - Ignis was dancing with the same acrobatic passion he brought to his sparring. There was a ring of people around him cheering and clapping at his especially flashy moves. And some of those moves…

“Gods,” Noct muttered, cheeks darkening with a blush when Ignis rolled his hips in an exaggerated movement with the pulse of the song. The Prince grabbed Prompto’s arm. “Let’s go home. Need brain bleach. Why’d I let you talk me in to this?”

“Wha…?” Prompto turned to see what had his friend in a tizzy. He saw Ignis tearing up the dance floor and started laughing. “Oh, man! Didn’t know he had it in him!” The blonde grinned broadly. “It’s always the quiet ones, huh?”

“Can we go home? Please?” Noctis practically begged.

Gladio scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Don’t act so scandalized, Princess. Yeah, so Iggy likes to dance. So what?”

“At least it explains why he didn’t answer his phone!” Prompto said cheerfully, eyes glued to the cavorting tactician.

As the song ended, Noctis realized he’d lost his chance to slip out, since Ignis was walking right towards them, and even he knew how rude that would be. “H-hey, Specs,” he said a bit weakly, offering a wave.

“Noctis!” Ignis said, voice blurred with the alcohol he’d obviously been imbibing. “And Prompto!” The advisor grinned, green eyes bright, face flushed with exertion and shining with sweat. “Wonderful band tonight! Good of you to make it!” His handsome face settled into confusion for a moment, and he turned to his companion. “Gladio, were we expecting them to join us?”

“Uh, no. Surprise?” Gladio said with a chuckle, reaching out to steady Ignis. For a man who could dance so gracefully while in his cups, standing upright while still seemed to be a challenge.

Ignis stepped closer and leaned against Gladio, ostensibly for balance, though Noctis and Prompto both noticed the Shield’s arm wrapping around the other man’s waist in a familiar manner.

Was this… a date?

“Sorry for interrupting,” Noctis said, looking at his shoes, at the posters on the wall, anywhere but at the strangely intimate sight of his two oldest friends practically cuddling in the middle of the club.

“It’s no problem,” Gladio said.

“The more the merrier!” Ignis said grandly, sweeping an arm in what would have been a regally permissive gesture if not for the fact that the motion caused him to fall the rest of the way into Gladio’s lap. Rather than immediately extricating himself, Ignis looked up at Gladio with an expression Noctis could have really done without ever seeing on his advisor’s face.

Prompto cackled at the sight, taking it all in stride.

Noctis just sighed. “That is hardly appropriate.”

“Today’s my day off,” Ignis explained in the earnest voice of the extremely inebriated, before standing up and pressing a brief kiss to Gladio’s cheek. “This is a good song,” he explained before going back out to the dance floor, quickly losing himself in the music.

Gladio looked at the two younger men and smirked, arching an eyebrow, amber eyes filled with amusement. “Unless you want to watch me go dance very, very close to Iggy… might wanna leave.” The Shield stood and stretched, then headed away from the younger men.

Noctis didn’t waste time with words. He grabbed Prompto’s hand and practically dragged his laughing friend out of the club.

Ugh. The next time Ignis didn’t answer his phone, Noct would leave a message.

[angelic-guardienne]

Among Shattered Glass

Title: Among Shattered Glass (AO3 Link)

Pairing: Ignis/F!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1253

Summary: It was then, at that moment, among the shattered glass, that you realized that you were in love with Ignis Scientia. (For Ignis Fluff Week. Day 2: Getting into trouble + "Oops.”)

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Your chest heaved as you hauled your weapon up again, going through the motions of the forms you’d learned recently. Sweat rolled down your face and even into your eyes at some points, but you would not be interrupted by something as simple as that -- so, through the motions you went.

Your focus didn’t waver when you heard the matching huffs of exhaustion coming from your training partner. Ignis had removed his glasses to do his training, since they kept fogging up and sliding off of his face. His vision was passable without, and he took full advantage of that as he got into an offensive position before charging at you.

It had been roughly twelve years of on and off communication; quick hellos in passing, brief sightings out in the market, outings interrupted by duty, but your paths finally came together again as you joined each other to reach one common goal. Officially becoming part of the Crownsguard was no small feat, but it was one that both you and Ignis were determined to accomplish. Entrance exams were coming up, and there was no time to waste.

Your weapons collided with Ignis’ with the loud clang of metal against metal, and you stared into his eyes momentarily before breaking away, jumping back. With lungs screaming out for more oxygen and a break, you waved your hand, signaling to Ignis that you needed to stop for a moment. He fell out of his offensive position and bent over, his hands on his knees.

You made your way over to the corner of the room where you and Ignis had placed your things and retrieved a bottle of water for yourself and him. You waved him over, then began rummaging through your bags, procuring two towels. You draped one over your shoulders while tossing the other and the water to Ignis. He caught them effortlessly and cracked open the water bottle.

“So far, so good.” You panted once you’d drained a good amount of water and wiped some of the sweat from your face.

Ignis nodded in agreement, chugging part of his own bottle of water before capping it and tossing it back onto his bag. “Shall we begin projectile training?”

“Yeah.” You followed his example and the two of you moved to change weapons, him going for his beloved set of daggers while you went for a lance, and then you two moved to opposite sides of the room.

Lance throwing was not your strongest suit, but that was why you trained -- to make it a strong suit. You made sure to step far away enough before eyeing your target, that being a training dummy against the far wall. You lifted your lance, angling it and aiming properly before letting loose.

It whizzed through the air and embedded itself into the padded wall some number of inches to the left of your target. You shrugged a bit as you went to retrieve your weapon. Yes, you’d missed, but you were a bit closer than you were last time. That was an improvement, at least.

“(Y/N), a moment,” Ignis’ voice stopped you in your tracks and you turned to him, watching him consider his daggers. He looked at you, then back down at them. “I’ve been trying to perfect a new technique with these, but I can’t seem to get it right. Would you mind watching me to see if you can give any pointers?”

You hummed your assent, moving to the side of him, but still keeping your distance. “Yeah. What are you trying to do, exactly?”

He explained the move to you, waving his hands around and making a show of tossing the dagger in the air in a different version of the move he was going to show you. You briefly thought he may have been showing off for a moment, but then he gave you a nod of determination and asked you to take a few steps back.

“I don’t want to hit you by accident.” He said, actually looking a bit nervous.

But you grinned at him and gave him a thumbs up. “You wouldn’t hit me. So,” and you struck a little bit of a pose, your hands in fists on your hips and one knee bent, “show me your moves!”

That earned a chuckle from Ignis. “Alright, here goes.”

He took a brief moment to steady himself and then threw the dagger directly above his head. It spun in the air going up, gaining velocity as it began to come back down. In a feat of acrobatics, Ignis twirled and spun around, balancing himself on the ball of one foot while the other remained in the air to deliver a perfectly timed kick to the dagger, which had fallen just so. Ignis kicked it, and it flew across the room from him, precise in its nature…

There was a crash, immediately followed by another crash and the sound of shattering glass as the room went completely dark.

Ignis at least had the decency to sound incredibly sheepish. “Oops.”

“Ignis, you hit the fuse box!” You called out, reaching your arms out to try and find him. With all the overhead lights off and the power down so the emergency lights didn’t come on immediately, it was a difficult task to find your way around the room, even if it wasn’t completely pitch black.

“Wait, don’t move,” Ignis spoke cautiously, “The glass of a few of the lights shattered. Let’s wait until the emergency lights come back on to navigate this mess.”

You frowned a bit, not entirely comfortable with the idea of waiting around while surrounded by broken glass, but you were left with no other choice. “Alright.”

Luckily, the two of you weren’t left in the dark for long, as the backup generators soon rerouted power to the emergency lights, and the room was illuminated in a soft glow.

Your eyes instantly found Ignis, standing just a few feet away from you, facing away from you but presenting a beautiful side profile.

His hair had fallen out of its previous style and into his eyes through all the commotion and training, and he ran a gloved hand through it futilely to try and get it out of his face. The slender muscles in his arms tensed and drew with the movement, shifting fluidly under his skin. And when he turned and gave you that radiant smile of his, even if he did look a bit sheepish doing it--

It was then, at that moment, among the shattered glass, that you realized that you were in love with Ignis Scientia.

“Shit.” And you weren’t sure if you’d spoken aloud or not, but you must have since Ignis gave a chuckle (since when was that music to your ears?) and nodded his head in agreement.

“Shit, indeed.” He looked around once more before carefully maneuvering his way over to you. “We’d best take our leave and inform someone of this little disaster.”

You nodded robotically, now suddenly hyperaware of everything that you absolutely adored about him -- the lilt of his voice, those slender, almost always gloved fingers, that hair that would fall into his eyes at the slightest provocation, the way he walked, the absolutely perfect shade of green in his eyes--

How you had not noticed these feelings before bewildered you, especially now after they’ve hit you like a freight train at top speed. Your head was practically spinning.

Yeah, you were in deep.

Shit, indeed.

[his-pair-of-spare-glasses]

Too silent

It was a quiet evening. At least for Ignis it was. Noctis had Prompto come over. For videogames, as he had said. So Ignis took advantage of the prince being occupied to read in the spare room of the apartment. After some time the brawling of the two boys next room had went suspiciously quiet. Ignis feared they might have fallen asleep, so he laid down his book and picked up some of the spare blankets from the closet.

As he opened his door, the two teenagers tumbled against him, taking him down to the floor with them. Ignis wriggled himself up into a seated position and stared at the two boys, who had obviously been making out. He ordered them out of his room immediately.

Before he closed the door, Ignis looked at them with piercing eyes.

"Apologies, but I wasn’t aware you had Noct on my door."

day 6 for @ignisfluff week. Part 9/10

[jastiss-blog]

Practice

Here's day 1 contribution to Ignis Fluff Week: Baby!Ignis. Bumps and bruises, "this is my favorite," father figure. @ignisfluff

Regis wandered the Citadel halls, his mind cast to some far-flung dimension in which war, famine and depravity simply didn't exist. Council meetings would exist purely to discuss the joyous state of the nation, minor repairs requiring attention, perhaps the next holiday season...

A piercing screech wrested his mind from such frivolous fantasies, followed in short by hitching sobs, pathetic keening and quiet sniffles. Arching a thick black brow in interest, Regis faced the sound as a calming male voice joined the fray. Piqued, the King pursued the cause of the commotion.

Tucked into an alcove several corridors over, his attendant (Scientia, he recalled) cradled a baby to his chest, gently rocking the crying child as he cooed a soothing melody.

"Ah, Mr. Scientia," Regis whispered as quietly as possible, stepping into the space. The other man glanced up, an apology forming on his lips. "No need. Is the babe well?"

"Indeed, Your Majesty," he confirmed, still rocking. "I'm afraid he took a small tumble from my arms and bumped his head. As it turns out, small children are... rather slippery. Perhaps this is why I offer to babysit only sparingly."

The King leaned in to examine the child in his attendant's arms. So tiny, tufts of wispy fine blond hair upon his fair head. Eyebrows and lashes so pure of blond they were nigh impossible to spy. The poor babe's fair skin mottled patchy crimson in its petite fury, eyes screwed shut. The fingers, though... so captivating, miniature and yet so capable of caging around one's heart. Regis felt his clench at the sight.

"Ah, Mr. Scientia," Regis ventured, breath stolen. "Would you mind terribly if I attempted to calm the boy? Call it practice, if you will. What's his name?"

"Ignis." Smiling, the other man complied, delicately placing his nephew into the crook of the King's waiting arm.

A moment passed in which tiny Ignis took in his newest surroundings, glancing up at the bearded form of Regis with curious blue eyes. The scenery shift was enough to halt his wailing for a time. A tentative hand reached up to touch the King's dark beard, smiling at the texture...

...and then yanked.

"Ow!" Regis remarked in surprise.

Time stood still. Mr. Scientia considered how to word his resignation.

Ignis laughed, a pure, magical sound. Regis broke into a serene smile.

"You little rascal," he rumbled, tickling the child's stomach. More giggles erupting from Ignis' mouth. "Ah, that's my favorite part."

Peace fell over the trio as Regis beamed, happier than he had been in an age.

"Mr. Scientia," he said slowly, turning to fully to face his companion, bouncing Ignis a little. "Perhaps you should babysit more often."