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Reunion (Ignis Scientia/Reader) (Final Fantasy XV)

Your worn leather boots kicked the loose pebbles in the road, your gloved hands tucked away inside of your pockets trying to keep warm from the light breeze that blew in from the south. Your messy braid was falling apart, little strands of (H/C) hair, shrouded your vision from time to time with each pass of the wind. You appearance was messy, and if someone was to pick a fight with you now, they would for sure win.

Your black knee high leather boots were wrinkled and ripped; it was a miracle that they stayed on your feet throughout your whole journey across the land of Lucis. Your pants were ripped, the medium sized rips revealed small cuts and bruises that you acquired during the day's battles; some of them were still open and bleeding, but you didn't really care about the minor ones. Your royal Kingsglaive uniform was falling apart at the seams, but you didn't dare take it off. Your left sleeve was completely separated from the whole jacket. There were holes the size of fists in the fabric and the your blood stained it from the inside out. On your shoulder and abdomen were flesh wounds that were as bad as they looked.

Your gloved, calloused hands came out of your pockets to lightly apply pressure on the wounds, making sure that they weren't bleeding too bad; you still needed to make it back to Lestallum in one piece for Iris if her big brother, Gladio, doesn't make it to her.

Your earpiece buzzed in your numb ear, startling you a bit from your lost-in-space mind. You quickly clicked the device and answer with a small "hello". The other line was silent for a bit, but after a few seconds, a sweet, innocent voice came through.

"(Y/N)? Where are you? It's night and I know the daemons are out. Are you okay?"

"Iris, it's nice to hear from you." You spoke with a smile on your face as you saw Lestallum's bright city lights only about a mile away from you or so. "I'm fine, I'm about a mile or so away from the city, so I'll be there shortly. Did those refugees make it there safe and sound?"

"That's good to hear, I was just worried about you. About the refugees, they made it here and they are hoping for your return. They say that they in your debt for your brave act." You could just imagine her sweet smile on the other side, "Do you want me to send someone to pick you up? It won't be too big of a risk since you're not that far."

"Nah, that won't be necessary; I rescue and protect people, not the other way around. I promise, I'll be there within a couple of minutes; just make sure that the doctor isn't busy, I just want him to fix up a couple things on me and I'll be alright." You were about to finish off your conversation when something popped into your mind, "Hey, just curious, you hear from Gladio at all or any of the boys? I'm just really worried about them... I hope the new reports are wrong."

Iris was silent on her end and it made you uneasy and a the small pit of anxiety grew in your stomach, making your wound hurt just a tad bit more. "I called Gladio, he didn't answer, but his phone was still working so, I'm gonna just take that as a good sign, as should you. I'll talk to you more when you get here. Please hurry and stay safe. Later."

"Bye."

With that, you ended the conversation and you reverted back to your lost-in-space state. There were a million things floating in that head of yours, but the one that kept trying to make itself apparent was, about your beloved, Ignis.

Ignis and you had been together since you were seventeen. You met him while you were training to be a member of the Kingsglaive. Ignis and you had kept your relationship lowkey all the way up until his departure from Insomnia. You were a mess and he did his best to reassure you that the trip would be short and he would return as soon as he could. Due to your mind being caught in the trap of war and what happens, you were scared that you might not see him again, so that was also the day you two had called it quits; you couldn't live on knowing that you lost a piece of you that could've been prevented.