Ignis Scientia x Reader: Simple and Clean

Simple and Clean

Dishes clattered upon a stainless steel serving tray in the next room over-the dining room; shortly after a pair of black, shiny red-soled shoes strode pass, entering the kitchen before you. You stared solemnly into your favorite brew-a medium-bodied blend of Keemun and Ceylon black teas.

"Good evening Miss. Having a spot of high tea are we?" A prompt gesture from the man now in front of you.

"Hello there, Ignis." You say, your voice trailing at the end; he catches onto your glum expression as he sets the tray down, grabbing a tea cup to join you.

"What is the matter? Is your tea not to your liking?" A gloved hand reaches towards your cup, you gently shake your head as you manage to lock eyes with him. You lightly push his hand away as you take your last remaining sips; his stern face now puzzled at your actions, you flash him a coy smile to set his mind at ease.

You knew he were to leave tomorrow, your friend since childhood, the only one who knew how you truly felt. A tear welled in the corner of your left eye before the other, you managed to brush it away before it slipped down your (s/c) cheek.

Memories filled your mind of the times you two had together, they were all too simple and oh so few. Ignis's days were filled with receiving gifted education befitting a staff officer, becoming the advisor of Prince Noctis and the strategist for the royal family.

Luckily, you were able to sneak meetings occasionally, by laying out on the lush green grass of the courtyard whilst everyone else were asleep, so you hoped. You would lay and listen to the knowledge he shared as you watched the tiny crystalline dots twinkle above over the skyline of Insomnia; his words lulling you to sleep, you clung to his chest, basking in the warmth provided.

You never had the opportunity to confess your feelings for him, but deep inside you knew he understood and only hoped that he equally shared his own for you; he was just as aloof as he was formal.

The running of water broke you out of your daydreaming, with one fell swoop the cup that was once in your grasp sat at the bottom of the porcelain wash basin, becoming a vessel for water. Your eyes trailed up the tall, slender figure before you; you quickly pinned your (h/l) (h/c) locks into a tight bun, grabbing the bottle of dishwashing liquid and a sponge.

"I can wash my own dish, thank you." You bantered, pushing Ignis to the other side of the sink; his head whipped in your direction, his brow furrowed as he took the sponge from you.

"I mustn't allow you to wash your highness's dishes, it isn't your duty. Run along now, it's awfully late."

You huffed at his disapproval, the nerve of him treating you like a child.

"You must really like washing dishes?"

"I actually do enjoy it, to some degree. A sink full of unwashed dishes is unsettling. It's an exhibit of neglect, laziness and procrastination. The mere sight of it gnaws at me. This simple chore offers a semblance of control. With a little work I can, in a small way, improve the world around me. Though tedious, it's also oddly gratifying." Ignis declared tediously, as you rolled your eyes, you grabbed the towel to dry your hands, you also took the cup and dried it.

"Out!" His voice rose just a hair, you cupped your hands under the running faucet and doused him. You burst out in laughter as his eyes widened in fury behind those glasses of his, Ignis was too serious for his own good, you bet if you told him a side-splitting joke, he'd keep his composure and complain.

As you turn to run, a suds-ridden hand grabbed your right forearm, as you tugged to free yourself, Ignis slipped on the sopping wet floor. You came pummeling down right with him, you laughed at the water droplets that formed on his glasses from the fall. The sound of his throat clearing curbed your attention, it was then when you realized you had fallen in between his legs.