A sort of sequel to my King Daddy Noctis fic, His Treasure. Set in a sort of faux-Arab Assassin’s Creed AU. Whew lord it took me ages to write this but I’ve finally burst through my block.If the reader seems extra mouthy it’s because I basically wrote her as @hypaalicious lmao. Hope you guys enjoy T3T
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Ignis Ibn Scientia was a difficult man to read, but you knew him better than most after two years of serving as his assistant. His private work with the king and his most trusted servants and friends often saw him going away on long, dangerous missions. You never knew quite what he was up to, but you were certain it was some flavor of unsavory judging by the bloodstains on his clothes and weapons when he returned.
It happened the same way every time—a rap on your window in the dead of night, and then there he was, his long, graceful frame silhouetted in the moonlight. He’d hand you a bundle without a word, his green eyes locked onto yours as your hands brush his. He’d always pause for just a bit too long, as if he wanted to say something to you, but he never spoke. You felt the closest to him in those moments; he never thanked you outright, but the thought of a man as careful as him trusting you with such a deep secret flatters you deeply.
The night before a mission he usually prepares alone, but tonight he’s summoned you to his office. You’re stunned to find it a mess when you walk in—the king’s advisor is normally so fastidious about his space, but there are maps and letters scattered all over the round table in the middle of his office.
“Ah.” He looks up from a map of a strange land, straightening his robes with a nervous energy you’ve not seen from him. “Thank you for coming so late, Y/N. I need you tonight.”
You give him a respectful bow. “It’s my pleasure to serve you, my lord.”
The formality in your address seems to make him uncomfortable. “I did not call you here to work.”
It’s your turn to look uncomfortable. “My lord?”
“Would you close the door behind you?”
You oblige, feeling your pulse quicken at the thought. It isn’t your first time being alone with him, but there’s something heavy in the air tonight between you. When he hears the door click shut behind you he sighs. You can almost feel him searching for the words.
“You have served me dutifully for two years now. You know that my work extends far beyond merely advising the king.”
You nod, trying to predict where he might be going, but nothing comes to mind.
“During that time I have entrusted you with certain clandestine duties, but I have endeavored to keep you as far as possible from that work.” He crosses his arms over his chest, unable to meet your gaze. “I only ever wished to protect you.”
You nod again, feeling a tingle in your chest at the thought of him worrying for your safety. He continues.
“Tomorrow I will depart for a mission that may not see me returning.” When he sees the panic in your expression, he holds one hand up to stop you. “Please, allow me to finish. I don’t know if I will be able to continue if I stop now.”
Me: *since the Noct installation* I’m fuckin thirsty asf for Ignis ibn Scientia
LV: oh okay I gotchu bae
Me: o rly I- *reads*
FUCCCKKK ME UP, I got snatched once again to the deepest pits of Ignis hell like when I first started reading/writing trash ass fics. I felt so damn exposedt tho from the slap to the mouthiness and I was like “o boy am I really like this haha 😬” BUT I AM, AND 10/10 WOULD SLAP AN ATTRACTIVE MAN AND GET THE LIFE FUCKED OUT OF ME, BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I’M ABOUT
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