Can I request 74 with Iggy and reader?? ❤️❤️❤️

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Work of Art (Ignis x Reader) 

Here you go boo boo ❤

#74: Why don’t you just sit there and look pretty?

Articulate adviser, skillful chef, graceful combatant: these
were just a few of the titles Ignis Scientia held. However, talented artist,
specifically painter, was not something you expected from him. While he was a
man of many skills, you figured something had to give. He couldn’t be that perfect.

But he was. Of course he was.

So when he asked if he could paint you, you were surprised
at first but still happy to oblige.

You were not sure of his abilities, but as you watched him,
you could see the lines and creases on his face, expressing a look of utmost focus.
You sat wrapped in a lightly colored sheet, leaving your shoulders bare and
leaving you naked underneath the linen. Your hair cascaded down around your
face and you sat with no sort of maquillage painted across your face. You
looked like you: no edits, no masks, no processed perfection.

His eyes darted back and forth from you to the canvas, and
each time you met his gaze, the butterflies in your stomach took flight.

“Concentrating incredibly hard aren’t you Mr. Scientia,” you
spoke teasingly.

“I want to make sure I capture all of you and every fine
detail,” he replied with a small grin spreading across his face.

“That’s great an all,” you began, “But it has already been a
couple hours. Mind hurrying it up a little bit?”

“Perfection takes time darling,” he chuckled, “Why don’t you
just continue to sit there and look pretty?”

You felt your cheeks begin to heat up, as a smirk started
forming on your face. You were amazed at how even after all this time with him,
he could articulate something so simply and it affect you so drastically. However,
you did what he said and continued to sit. Not for much longer of course, but
you were still thankful when he announced he was finished and called you over
to look.

You waddled over to him holding on to the sheet that was
still comfortably wrapped around you, and eagerly looked at his piece.

Your breath hitched in your throat at the masterpiece he had
created. In no way did you ever think you could look as ethereal as you did and
you were stunned that this was his image of you. Or was it? He was merely the
painter while you were the work of art he decided to mimic unto his canvas.

“Iggy,” you whispered, “It is absolutely beautiful.”

Turning towards you he met your eyes, “My dear, you are the
true beauty. I merely painted what was there.”

You looked to him, a soft smile spread across his face. You
moved a bit closer to him and leaned up, planting a soft kiss upon his cheek. “Thank
you Iggy,” you spoke softly.

He took your face in his hands and brought his lips to
yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as your heart beat a little faster. When he
pulled away he rested his forehead on yours and filled your head and soul with
the simple words: “No my love, thank you.”