For Mod Nanaki: Can you do some early morning headcanons for Ignis with his s/o? ~ Lykos <3

galdinbeacon:

Sorry this took so long to reply to, I was seriously bogged down with University work </3 enjoy anyway!

• Ignis is up before you even realise the sun has risen
• He manoeuvres himself from out of your embrace barely waking you, draping the covers back over so as not to alert you to the morning’s chill
• The spot where he laid is warm and inviting, smelling like wood smoke, old books and his favourite hair clay, you waste no time in snuggling into the dip he left
• Ignis looks at you with the softest green eyes, like the earliest leaves of Erosian spring flowers had grown ever faster to get to see just you
• They shimmer in a way that belays  both the excitement of the day and the impishness in Iggy’s plans for you both 
• He tiptoes out of the tent only to hear you snore, making him chuckle
• In a half hour or less Ignis is fully dressed, combed, has ebony on the go for you both and is making waffles/pancakes/eggs/bacon/insert favourite breakfast foods
• He switches on the radio, the soft buzz of static is replaced by an upbeat jazz rhythm that you can’t place
• Between the music, the dewy  freshness of dawn and the salty sweetness of breakfast that mixes and lingers about the air, you would swear you had died and gone to heaven
• When you’re actually starting to come to, you stretch languidly, muscles and joints popping with the early morning chill
• Ground sleeping had never been so comfortable; Ignis really knew how to camp in comfort, without losing a shred of the authentic feel
• The door to the tent rustles and you smiles, sitting up to greet your lover
• “Now now, don’t get up.” He whispers sultry, his breath warm on the nape of your neck as he slides the tray over with your breakfast
• Your mouth waters as the food tickles your sense of smell, turning suddenly to catch Ignis in a hungrier kiss than you’d first intended
• He tasted too good, the richness of the ebony clinging to his lips
• The warm purr that escapes the man’s throat as you let him free to breathe again
• “Mmm, you haven’t even tasted it yet Darling.” He says with a smile, brushing kisses against your temple
• “You say that like you’re not the best chef in Eos.” You laugh, spooning a big heap of fluffy eggs into your mouth, eliciting a quiet closed mouth moan as Iggy brushes his warm slightly calloused hand over the bareness of your thigh, not like you ever slept clothed 
• “That good?” He teases, grinning wickedly as you swallow quick enough to give him your best most faux glare
• “I don’t know, why don’t you try it?” You shoot back, dipping your forefingers in some syrup, you press them against Iggy’s soft lips, navigating your hand very precariously on the inside of this thigh 
• Ignis’s gasp is sharp but his moan is deep and low, he sucks on the edge of your fingertips, his tongue peeking out to lick attentively 
• The blush in your lover’s cheeks is deceptively sweet, he is beautiful if not fiercely intelligent in how he holds himself
• You can’t help but take a moment to kiss his rosy cheek, nuzzling his jaw ever so tenderly
• In those moments you are both calm, the problems of Eos washed away from your shoulders
• And all the while you’re both smiling at each other, love like sparks between you, breakfast barely even touched because you’re just too preoccupied with each other in the morning
• Astrals, you could both get used to this

~ Mod Nanaki