Headcanon Idea: The weather outside is frightful, but the Chocobros’ S/O in a virgin killer sweater is delightful~

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Okay so I was starting to get a little carried away, so here is Ignis and Gladio.  If you guys would like to see the other bros just lemme know and I’ll get to work on that!! I hope you enjoy ^_^

Ignis

As Ignis walked through the door of the apartment a chilly gust of wind followed.  A few snowflakes melted on the floor as they blew in, their lives cut short by the warm temperature of the room.  Ignis sighed, his muscles weary from an exhausting day made worse by the constantly grey sky.  How he wished to go back to a time when he felt the childish enjoyment of the first snow fall of the year.  Now he did nothing but resent it.  All the snow did was make traffic worse, his bones feel weak, and numb his nose.  

Ignis heard the sound of dishes clinking together coming from the kitchen and a small smile graced his lips as he unwound the red scarf from around his neck.  The next items of clothing to come off were his jacket and boots.  Only then did he make his way further into the shared living space.  He doubted he could ever grow to regret the decision of asking you to move in with him; getting to see you as soon as he got home after a tiring day allowed him to finally begin to relax.  

“Good evening, darling, what are we having for….”  Ignis trailed off in the same moment his eyes widened to twice their size.  There standing in front of the kitchen sink was you.  And while Ignis thought you were easily the most radiant person he’d ever laid his eyes on, the ensemble – or lack there of – that you were wearing had you entering an entirely new level of attractive.

Ignis had seen pictures of what had been labeled the “Virgin Killer” sweater courtesy of Prompto, but up until this moment Ignis had never found the article of clothing appealing.  Yet here you were managing to make him change his mind completely.  The poor excuse for a sweater you were wearing was black and you’d paired it with a pair of red heels.  A diamond necklace Ignis had bought for you last Christmas was settled along the neckline of the sweater and the matching earrings dangled elegantly from your ears.

“Oh, welcome home, Ignis,” you said, eyes dancing with a mischievousness that let him know you knew exactly what your little outfit was doing to him. “Would you mind grabbing a couple of glasses?  The chicken’s nearly done.”  Your hands were still submerged in the soapy water in the sink while your eyes trailed Ignis as he made his way into the kitchen.  He hadn’t uttered a word since he’d set his eyes on you but the way in which he conducted himself as he came to stand behind you spoke volumes.  

“I think, my dear,” Ignis began, his voice husky as his hands settled on your hips.  “Dinner is going to have to wait just a little longer.”

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