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thebloodroyal · 6 years

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The Advisor and the Psychic (Older! Ignis x Fem! Reader)

Hello! It’s been a long time since I’ve posted or done literally anything, so for you, my dear followers, I have something that I have been sitting on since last year before I thought I would ever make a Fic blog or do any of this. Good Asterals.

There may be more chapters. We will see.

Synopsis: A Psychic comes to the Citadel to warn of and impending attack on the city of Insomia. King Noctis is away on affairs of State and his Advisor was left behind to hold down the fort.

Warnings: Light smut. Possibly some later if I write another chapter. Let’s see how this is received. :)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your eyes opened blurry & unfocused. It feels like you have been hit by a truck that had then backed up and ran you over again.

Where am I?

As your eyes came into focus, you found yourself in a massive bedroom appointed with sleek, high end furnishings. The room smelled like antiseptic.

“Ah, you’re awake, miss.” A velvety voice said to your left. The sudden sound made you jump and hastily pull up the covers to your chest as though you were exposed. You certainly felt exposed waking up in a strange place unaware of how you got there to begin with.

The man who broke the silence introduced himself as Ignis Scientia.

“Wait, the King’s advisor? Where am I?” Your eyes scanned the room looking for any sort of clue.

“Yes. You’re at the Palace in Insomnia. We found you unconscious & with high fever at the gates. King Noctis had insisted we bring you inside. Although, I thought it unwise to bring strangers inside the Palace walls.” He said, thinly shielding his menace.

“I assure you, if you intend to cause any havoc within these walls, madame, you will be neutralized without any hesitation.” The flat, eerie & polite tone of his voice made a shiver run down your spine.

You swallowed as you felt cold sweat begin to pool on the back of your neck. This may have been from the fever breaking or the handsome advisors bedside manner. Somehow, you found the courage to speak and state your purpose for being in Insomnia.

“I did not come here to cause any harm to the King or the city. I have a message that must be given to King Noctis” Ignis’ eyes met yours with cautious curiosity.

“What message would that be?” He said, sarcasm peeking through the edges of his voice.

“Your lives are in danger. Yours, Noctis, the entire city. I have… abilities. I get premonitions of the past, present, and sometimes the future.” You said trying to keep the panic out of your voice.

The handsome stranger raised an eyebrow and adjusted his glasses. He took a breath and rose from his chair. Ignis walked over to the end of the bed contemplating and calculating your tale. His face betrayed just how conflicted he was.

Is she to be believed? It could very well be she does have these powers. Noctis can warp and use magic. Perhaps...No. This must be confirmed before a national incident occurs.

“How am I to know you are telling the truth? To come into the palace and say we are in danger is brazen and dangerous. You could incite widespread panic.” Ignis said evenly. He looked you directly in the eyes watching your face for any sort of tell that you were a threat.

“I can show you.” You looked directly into his green eyes with fierce determination. You threw off the covers and walked directly to his side. Your eyes met his and you could see a startled look on his face as his hands reached out to summon his weapons.

You slowly raised a hand to his cheek keeping your fingers together and closed your eyes. You heard Ignis suck in a breath as he grabbed your wrist, then he glazed over. It was beginning. You were transferring the vision of the future to him. His future. Unfortunately, you could not see what was being transmitted.

Your limbs tangled together as he held your wrists above your head. His cock was sheathed deep inside of you keeping a slow rhythm. Your walls clenched as Ignis emptied his seed into your aching sex.

The vision changed to your lips meeting as the congregation of your friends erupted into applause. “Mrs. Scientia” he whispered as you placed a hand on to Ignis’ cheek.

You felt the flow of power ebb and you took your hand away from his face. Ignis stepped back in horror and embarrassment.

“Six, you weren’t lying.” He raised a hand to his forehead and closed his eyes trying to regain his bearings.

“The first time can be a little... disorienting. You may want to sit down.” Ignis heeded your advice and slowly lowered himself into the chair. His eyes met yours once more. Ignis’ cheeks flushed a bright crimson.

Is he... blushing? What did he see…You felt your heart quicken and sweat once again begin to pool.

“What did you see?” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. He looked away and smiled. He was laughing.

“What is your name?” Ignis politely asked.

“Oh, (y/n).” Ignis took your hand and placed his lips on your knuckles placing a light kiss.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, y/n.” A smile stretched across his lips revealing the most perfect set of teeth you have ever seen. Well, his tune changed quickly.

“I take it you cannot see what is being shown when you transfer your visions. Intriguing. Do you have any control over what is shown?” He asked, hand on his chin.

“Ah, that’s correct. It is a one way connection. Most of the time, I can control what is passed. There are other times where the energy of the person overpowers what I’m trying to transfer. You should have seen Insomnia being invaded. Judging by your reaction...you saw something else.”

“That’s correct.” He said, trying not to smile. “You are welcome to stay here for the time being. There is a full bathroom just across the room and I will have clean clothes laid out for you. I’ll be back in to check on you shortly.” He turned to leave and stopped when you spoke.

“I need to speak with King Noctis immediately.”

“He is on state business. King Noctis will not be returning for another two days. You’re welcome to stay until then. If you can manage to, ah, show me what you’re trying to tell him, I can send word.” Ignis turned and left, closing the door behind him.

He’s certainly charming. Perhaps that shower isn’t such a bad idea.

Ignis closed the door behind him and leaned against it. She is to be my wife...what in all of the Asterals…

His cock twitched at the very viceral vision of the beautiful stranger beneath him. Her panting and moaning as he took her slowly and to completion. He shivered.

There was a knock at the door as you slipped the black tank top that was left on the bed for you when you came out from the shower. Waiting on the other side of the portal was once again, the Royal Advisor, Ignis Scientia. This time, he was much more cordial. In his hands, a silver tray with what smelled like eggs, bacon and sausage. Your stomach rumbled at the realization.

“I thought you would be hungry.” He said as he invited himself into the room. He wasn’t wrong. You didn’t remember the last time you had eaten. He placed the tray on the coffee table in the middle of the room that was flanked by loveseats on each side. He removed the cover with a flourish revealing the best breakfast platter you have ever seen.

“Please dig in. I’m sure you’re famished.” His dictation perfect, the opposite of your behavior as you dove into the meal before you. Each bite was delicious and cooked perfectly. The bacon crispy, the sausage juicy & the eggs runny. The meal was so satisfying, you thought you were going to cry. As quickly as it was set down before you, the plate was clean.

“This was amazing..” You said, emotion flooding your praise. “Compliments to the chef!”

“Why, thank you, Y/N.”

“You made this? It was divine.” Good looking and he can cook. Be still my heart…. No. Focus. You’re here on business.

“I spent a great deal of time keeping and caring for the King. I have been cooking for him since we were children.”

“Ah, explains why you’re so good at it.”

“I accept your gracious compliments. I get no better satisfaction than seeing a clean plate.” He said, smiling from ear to ear. An uncomfortable tension hung in the air. You broke the silence.

“Ah, Mr. Scientia-” He cut you off before you could continue “Please, call me Ignis. There is no need for formalities.”

“Alright then… ah, Ignis. What did you see when I transferred visions to you?” His eyebrow raised at your question. His face flushed once again. Why in the Six is he turning red…Did he see something…

“It was certainly not doom or destruction, as you had claimed before.” He failed at suppressing a chuckle.

“Then what DID you see?” You asked feverishly this time.

“Two lovers in the throes of passion.” His liquid dictation made you shiver. Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a beat.

Eyes wide “Who...Who did you see?” Barely able to finish the statement.

“Myself...and you.” His tone was even and his emerald eyes unwavering from yours. You didn’t dare break eye contact, he wouldn’t allow it.

“You’re lying. That couldn’t possibly…” His eyes continued to drill into you, unblinking. His gaze was intense.

“I would not lie. The premonition was far too vivid to come from my imagination, my dear.” He leaned back on the sofa and crossed his legs. His eyes never leaving you.

Well, there’s only on way to find out. Here goes.

With a deep inhale, you focused your third eye and allowed your eyes to begin rolling back into your skull when the Advisor broke your concentration.

“What are you doing?” He did not mask the panic in his voice as he reached a hand out to touch your arm.

“I can recall what was transferred to you. It just...takes some effort. Please don’t move or distract me. It won’t work otherwise.” You snapped back, laced with frustration.

Once more, you took a deep breath and began the tricky process again. You felt your mind sink backwards, as though you were being submerged in thick water. The room did not change except you were seeing the space with a filter of blue.

You were now alone on the sofa, the silence being punctuated with sighs and ruffling of sheets.

“Holy shit, he wasn’t lying.”

In the bed, the two lovers bodies moved in a rehearsed synchronization, a dance known only to them. The vision began to fade from your sight as you heard yourself reach climax.

Once again, you were back in the present, the colored filter gone. Replaced with the Advisor watching you intently, a blush creeping to your cheeks.

“Well? What did you see?” Ignis said expectantly. “Ah, I see.” He answered his own question. A smile betraying his poker face.

For the first time, you desperately wanted your vision to come true.

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