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“Be safe out there, Nyx.”

“I promise I will come back to you.” 

For Ignyx week day six. Prompts used: Sunrise and Lavender. 

Ignis usually wasn't one for public displays of affection. This was a known fact to anyone who knew him. Ignis rarely ever made an acception to this rule. That is, until he started dating Nyx Ulric of the Kingsglaive. Their relationship had been unexpected, and they couldn't be more night and day even if they tried. However, this didn't seem to stop the feelings from growing. Needless to say, Everyone who heard of their relationship had agreed on one thing;

Nyx was all about physical displays of affection. Not to say Ignis was cold and distant, he just preferred to keep things professional especially if both were on the clock. Which was understandable, Ignis was prim and proper, he wasn't one to tell anyone about his private life or make a scene. Nyx on the other hand, though he usually was calm, he was a smartass, had a bit of history of insubordination, and was a known cocky bastard. So, again when they finally announced their relationship with one another, many truely believed it was a joke, or that they wouldn't last long.

And boy they couldn't have been more wrong. With their coming together, people started to notice a change not only in Ignis, but Nyx as well. Nyx seemed to bring out the more laid back and easy going side of Ignis that he loved to keep hidden and only show when he was in the privacy of his home. And Ignis brought out the more mature, and level headed side of Nyx that no one even believed he had. From that, Ignis became more open. He would let his walls down and allow small forms of physical affection.

"So, I'll see you tonight?"Nyx asked, lightly holding Ignis' wrist in his hand, keeping the man from walking into the Citadel just yet. He didn't need to ask if he would see him because he already knew that they would meet up for the evening to spend the weekend together. But it gave Nyx an excuse to keep Ignis here for a little bit longer before he had to let go and hesd off to his own post. Nyx practically purred when the smaller of the two leaned up pressing their lips together in a sweet but short kiss. "I will never get tired of that."

Ignis chuckled. "Of what? The kissing?" Nyx nodded, tugging the smaller man closer and kissing him again. This made the green eyed man smile and laugh softly. "Come now, I have to get going," another peck. "And you," another. "Have to get going to your post otherwise Drautos will have your head."

Nyx for the most part looked like he didn't care. The shrug basically gave that away, if is rolled his eyes fondly, he reached up and ran his hands up his chest to his shoulders, adjusting the collar of the Glaive coat. "You are a troublemaker, and a bad influence." Ignis teased, Nyx only gave a grin which earned him a shake of the younger man's head before a hand landed on the back of his neck and pulled him down for a final kiss.

"Ugh, PDA guys." Nyx growled and Ignis could only blush darkly at the all too familiar voice of their crown prince. "I dont wanna see you trying to suck the soul out of my advisor-"

"Noctis!"

Nyx couldn't help but snort before laughing loudly. Ignis groaned loudly and pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. The Galahdian man cupped his younger lover's face, giving him a final kiss. "I'll see you tonight. Dinner will be ready when you come by." He mumbled against his lips before pulling away. He bowed to the Prince. "And I'll see you later as well, Highness."

"Yeah, see you later, Ulric." Noctis said as he and his older friend watched the other walk down the steps and leave for his post. "So, mister no PDA-" the Prince could only laugh when Ignis shot him a look.

Honestly, there were days he couldn't stand being caught kissing his lover, but if Ignis had to admit to anything it would be that he did enjoy kissing the other man. And would gladly do it again, anywhere.

(and in honor of @ignyxweek and my best @stopmopingstarthoping, here’s the first one.)

(writing inspiration: here. the song is called “araw-gabi”, which translates roughly to “day and night”.)

Quick Fic Pick 98: threw away ten thousand songs

The last drops of rain slide a chilly path down the back of his neck and it’s all he can do to fight off the sheer prey-animal fear that rolls sickening down his spine -- he hates the feeling of having to look over his shoulder even in these places, in these corridors, all these rooms of stone and fortified glass and -- out beyond them, shivering on the edges of the city -- blue-light protection.

Best not to think about the source of that protection, either, or he’ll find himself having to fight off the dry-heaves as well, and just as he’s ducking into a quiet alcove, just as he’s reaching to turn off one bank of distant overhead lights so he has more shadows to hide in -- he hears it. Tentative, in the whistle of night-scented wind along the cold floors. In the draft and the lingering scents of the last of the autumn blooms, the bracing sea-breezes -- 

He would gladly fill up his lungs with that brine-scented breeze, but he’s drawn to the piano, to the rising music: and it starts out almost gentle, almost tentative, almost drowned out in these dark cavernous halls.

No way he’s letting it go, when it calls to him, when it sets the hooks of sweet powerful melodies into his skin, into his heart, and he takes off almost at a run, trusting his battle-honed senses to send him not into the the raging heart of the fight, but into something far gentler, far far quieter, and even as he runs the notes falter and almost trail off, and then rise again --

Open door, and one single shaft of wavering light, that he crosses in his headlong rush.

When he hears the voice, the startlingly tuneful words in the voice that he knows as a refined accent, calling out strategy and tactics or otherwise swearing up a strangely profane song -- he stops dead, whirls, doubles back.

And Nyx Ulric fetches up in that deserted chamber, wide-eyed on the threshold, eyes straining to pick out the lit candles. The graceful shadowed bulk of the piano, the graceful broad shoulders of the man at the piano, singing, his voice filling in between the notes, as the music is caught between wistful and steadfast.

RAINY DAYS, CHAPTER 4

My entry for Day 1 of @ignyxweek 2018 using the prompts late-night coffee and kisses.

Pardon the formatting since I'm using mobile. 😅

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Nyx [11:49 PM] shut that laptop down and go home.

Ignis [11:51 PM] What are you talking about?

Ignis [11:52 PM] I was sleeping and then your message woke me up.

Nyx: [11:52 PM] haha. nice try.

Ignis [11:53 PM] What do you mean?

Nyx [11:53 PM] your office lights are still on.

Drats. Ignis cursed mentally and glared at the offending lights. He pinched the bridge of his nose and fired up his messaging app again.

Ignis [11:55 PM] The annual financial review is coming up and I have to be prepared.

Nyx [11:56 PM] i dunno what that is but i bet it can wait.

Ignis [11:58 PM] It absolutely can't.

Nyx [11:58 PM] then why r u texting me?

Ignis [12:00 AM] Might I remind you that you texted me first.

Nyx [12:01 AM] yeah but u still replied.

Nyx [12:01 AM] so. not too urgent. u can take a break.

Ignis sighed. He had about four more days to finish everything, so Nyx wasn't entirely wrong. However, Ignis liked to be prepared long before deadline so he didn't get caught off-guard by anything. He definitely didn't have the time to dawdle.

Nyx [12:04 AM] cmon babe. im still here at the shop to close.if u dont want 2 go home then come down for a cup of coffee at least.

“Babe?” Ignis whispered to himself, slightly incredulous but also flustered. They'd known each other seven days! Granted, they’d shared quite some heated kisses just three days in, but still.

Ignis shook his head with a helpless smile.

Ignis [12:06 AM] I’ll be right down.You better have a large Galahdian brew ready for me when I get there.

Read the rest on AO3.

For ease of reading, if you’d prefer to read the update on my AO3 you can find it over this way. 

Prompt(s): Jade/ Cultural Differences/ Daggers

Prompt chosen: Daggers

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It was cruel irony, Ignis supposed. Nyx was very attached to his daggers, and Ignis couldn't blame him, they had been specifically made for him, one from his home land of Galahad and the other made in his new home; Insomnia. They were- are - one of a kind, it would be impossible to find those types of daggers, that well made anywhere else in all of Lucis. So it wasn't a shock that Nyx liked to keep them close at all times, and it wasn't a shock that Ignis made it a bit of a game to see if Nyx would ever notice if someone had managed to take those daggers. No matter how hard Ignis tried, Nyx always noticed when the other would just barely touch one of the daggers. A quick snatching of his wrist and a kiss later, Nyx would be giving him a toothy grin with a wink and saying;

"Better Luck next time, Babe."

However, it wouldn't be until one night when Ignis found himself laying on top of the older man on his couch after dinner, both lazily watching some random TV show that they actually weren't paying much attention to. Nyx had been oddly quite that evening, both seeming to be nervous and on edge due the coming road trip to Altissia Ignis would be leaving on to take Noctis to his wedding. And Nyx nervous due to the peace treaty ceremony taking place days after Ignis' departure. So, it wasn't strange that the two found themselves a little more clingly than usual. But what really shocked Ignis would be the words Nyx spoke that night.

"Ignis...you know should anything happen to me you'd get my Daggers, right?"

Ignis couldn't stop the look of shock and utter confusion on his face when he looked up at the man he loved that night. He always hated it when Nyx would talk like that, truely, he did. He always insisted that nothing was going to happen to Nyx, that he would always come back home safely. Logically, Ignis knew better than that, he did. He truely and absolutely did know better. Nyx's life and a Kingsglaive constantly put his life in danger, and it wasn't so uncommon for the Glaive to have wills written up should they die out in the front lines. Nyx was no different. Ignis couldn't nor did he respond to his words, but he did cling to the man a lot harder then before, prompting his older lover to wrap his arms around him and squeeze tightly.

And it wouldn't be until days later that news would reach Ignis and the rest of the crew of the attack on the Crown city. Ignis had prayed Nyx was okay. And it wouldn't be until they reached Altissia where Ignis would find a unconscious Noctis with a sadly dead Lunafreya who had with her the very Daggers he had prayed he would never see without their owner, along with a letter. Despite the grief, the anger and pure pain he felt, he used those very same daggers to protect his Prince like how Nyx had used them to protect their city. Even at the cost of his sight, it didn't matter, at least one of the last things he saw before his world faded to darkness was the intrekit design of those daggers.

Years later, the dawn would return to their world, darkness would finally be lifted. And it would be on that day where Ignis would finally open the letter that came with the matching Daggers. He wasn't ashamed that the letter brought tears to his remaining good eye, he wasn't ashamed he broke down into a sobbing mess. He wasn't ashamed when he fell to his knees, clutching those daggers tightly to his chest as he finally decided to allow himself to cry for the first time in years over the loss of the man he loved.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ignis Scientia/Nyx Ulric Characters: Ignis Scientia, Nyx Ulric Additional Tags: Lunafreya Nox Fleuret (mentioned), Aranea Highwind (mentioned), Prompto Argentum (mentioned), Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Spy Ignis Scientia, Double Agent Nyx Ulric, Double Agents, Sickfic, tradecraft, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Anger born of worry, but that's a secret, Black Humor, Inspired by Music, Ignyx week 2018 Summary: Even if they play the layered and dangerous games of spy vs. spy, this -- isn't the first time Ignis finds Nyx in his bed, wracked with pain, cracking wise even as he burns away.

Title: Date Night Idea: Stuck in an Elevator

Rating: Mature

Pairing: IgNyx

Warnings: None

Summary: What to do while stuck in an elevator? Let Nyx and Ignis demonstrate.

For Ignyx Week day four. Prompts used: Stuck in elevator and charcoal grey.