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It’s 7:47 p.m. when the Regalia sputters and dies. The sudden silence rouses Ignis from his doze in the backseat. He blinks awake, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and glances out the window—and then his heart nearly seizes when he registers that they’re in the middle of nowhere, and worse, that the sun has almost dipped below the horizon.
“Noct,” he says, as evenly as he’s able, and pulls himself forward to get a look at the dash. The needle on the petrol gauge is pointing at E. “Did you forget to fill up at the last petrol station?”
The boys get stranded in the Regalia overnight—and the daemons are closing in. REPOST.
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Ignis stops abruptly, reaching out for the wall with one hand. When he finds it, he leans on it, his shoulders curling up toward his ears as he hunches over in pain.
“Iggy?” Gladio comes around to to get a better look at Ignis’s face. It’s white as a sheet, and he’s grimacing, his teeth gleaming in the glow of Gladio’s flashlight. “What’s wrong?”
Wordlessly, Ignis shows him the palm that’s been holding his side. It’s slick and red with blood.
When Ignis is grievously injured on a hunt and there are no curatives available, Gladio has to rely on first aid to save his life. Written for the World of Ruin Mini Bang; art by Recipeh for Success.
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On the Twelve Days of Solstice... by Nixxi for Recipeh_for_Success
Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV
29 Dec 2020
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When he returns to his office after his council meeting, Ignis finds a small box waiting for him on his desk. It is wrapped in silver paper and tied with a red bow. A white card taped to the box bears his name in elegant calligraphy.
This does not surprise him; it’s the fourth time this week that a mysterious gift has appeared on his desk.
Some mystery person keeps leaving Ignis solstice gifts. He's determined to find out who.
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Gingerbread and Sugar Kisses by Nixxi for AtropaAzraelle (Polyoxyethylene)
Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV
20 Dec 2020
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“Mmm,” Gladio says over his shoulder. “That smells good.”
Ignis sets the pan on the counter, removes his oven mitts, and looks down at their work. The pieces of the gingerbread house are a rich cinnamon colour, the edges lightly browned. Once they’re trimmed and cooled, they’ll come together to create a quaint little cottage, bejewelled with gumdrops and jelly beans and assorted other tooth-rotting confections.
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“You seen a guy with glasses and really tall hair?” Gladio asks. “He was wearing a purple dress shirt. Might’ve been with another guy, a blond.”
“Yeah, they went outside a few minutes ago,” the waitress says, nodding toward the door. “Your friend looked pretty wasted. I think he needed some fresh air.”
Wasted? On one drink? Ignis doesn’t hit the bottle often, but he ain’t a lightweight. Gladio gets a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Ignis gets roofied during a night out at a bar. It's up to Gladio to stop anything worse from happening. REPOSTED.