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dirtyhecker replied to your post “so. like the wolf (and subsequently for those in the know) almost...”

That was one of my favorite promnis fics last year �� it's true tho, if you write something you love you'll always find other people who love it too

breotch-iunderstoodthatreference replied to your post “so. like the wolf (and subsequently for those in the know) almost...”

I love this. Thank you for saying this ♡ also, Like a Wolf is soooo amazing. Do you know how many times I reread it? I love it :3 ♡

THANKS FAM i feel like it’s worth saying, you know? because posting work, be it art or writing or whatever can be incredibly intimidating and its easy to look at other people and see their success and i guess not realize that it’s possibly just as much of a struggle or that they can be just as uncertain

ie: people reading this thinking they shouldn’t post that fic or drawing because you think it’ll fall flat or it’s not that good, i encourage you to post it anyway

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Promnis Week: Day 2

Pining / Fake relationship to real relationship

(For @promnisweek! Also cross-posted to my AO3 account. This one is for the lovely @breotch-iunderstoodthatreference, who lives and breathes this trope, and helped me born this idea awhile ago. <3)

The last thing Ignis had wanted to do on his Friday night was spend it attending the “Save the Garula” fundraiser banquet, but unfortunately, he had no choice in the matter. It was an event put on by the Crown; one that the Prince’s royal advisor was expected to attend. If he didn’t show up, there would no doubt be whispers, gossip uttered in hushed voices as he passed by. “He doesn’t care about nature!” someone would gasp, clutching their pearl necklace in despair. “Honestly, did he really have something better to do?” someone else would croak, shaking their head in disapproval. And while it was true that Ignis actually did have something better to do, he did actually care about nature, and nature’s creatures. In particular, he was rather fond of the Garula.

He found them to be delicious.

Which meant, he may have had a small part in why this fundraiser was happening in the first place.

Well, he would just have to make a note to be quiet about his palate while he was at the event, wouldn’t he?

Ah, so he was attending, after all. No matter. Ignis had been to events in the past that, somehow, were far more dull than this one. However, attending any type of formal gathering posed one little problem. Normally, one would attend such an event with a Plus One.

Ignis did not have a Plus One.

And he did not have anyone he could ask. Outside of his admittedly small social circle, everyone was either taken or had no interest in attending an event such as this. Which left him with only one option: find someone to ask inside of his small social circle, or risk having his image tainted by showing up to a ball with no one on his arm. He most certainly didn’t care, but everyone else apparently did. The royal advisor, showing up to a gala with no one at his side? Perish the thought! He didn’t want to be responsible for a mass pearl clutching event, after all.

Noctis was out of the question (and besides, the Prince didn’t require a Plus One; he was his own Plus One). Gladiolus? Absolutely not (and as it were, he had his own Plus One; a lovely local biologist who happened to be passionate about the cause). Which left Ignis with only one last person that he could ask: the very last person he would ever consider.

Prompto Argentum.

Prompto Argentum, the Prince’s spunky, loud, freckled, sometimes brash best friend. The blond was always waving his camera around, making rude jokes, and finding humour in absolutely everything; he was hardly “Save the Garula” fundraiser material. And yet, Ignis begrudgingly asked him to attend as his date anyway. Showing up with a mismatched date was better than showing up with no one at all, right?

To his surprise, Prompto agreed. “Sure, why not?” were his exact words, a disinterested shrug to follow.

Ignis was rather nervous of the turn out, but truth be told: Prompto Argentum cleaned up quite well.

Dressed in a finely tailored blue suit, no doubt courtesy of the Prince himself, Ignis hardly recognized Prompto when he stopped by his house to pick him up on the way to the event. Hair styled neatly, away from his eyes, it was like Ignis was seeing Prompto’s face for the first time. Ignis wondered if Prompto was wearing contacts; were his eyes always that stunningly blue? And he’d known that Prompto had freckles, but did he really have that many this whole time? And then there was the matter of his nose; was it always that, well… cute?

For a moment, he found himself thinking that Prompto also had the most handsome smile.

Was his mind playing tricks on him after all?

Before he knew it, they had already been in attendance of the fundraiser for a few hours. After arriving, Ignis had feared the worst, and yet, the evening was going... quite well.

Perhaps he had been too hard on Prompto, too harsh and assuming. He had expected a disaster; Prompto bothering the other guests with his high energy, his affinity for snacking, and his love of photographing everything and anything, but tonight, he was like a completely different person. Quiet, polite, his pleasant demeanour seemed to be charming everyone that stopped by to talk to the ‘lovely couple’.

A couple.

Ah, yes. That’s what they were presenting themselves as tonight.

Huh.

After partaking in some snacks, the pair sipped glasses of ruby red punch while they chatted with a small group of animal activists. Ignis, thankful for the punch that excused him from having to speak, left the conversation up to Prompto for the time being. Just as he’d thought, Prompto was all about the animals and had a lot to say about nature, particularly about how photographers were just as important as the scientists were when it came to learning about animal preservation, and with research in general.

As Ignis listened to his ‘date’ speak, he couldn’t help but realize that Prompto… was a lot smarter than he had originally thought. The second that revelation came to mind, he immediately felt guilty. He’d dismissed Prompto based on first impressions alone, and even if he’d never voiced this opinion to the blond directly, he wanted to make it up to him nonetheless. Perhaps later, they could have a bite to eat outside of this stuffy atmosphere, perhaps share some coffee, see a movie, maybe, or---

Speaking of beverages, Ignis suddenly found himself blessed with a beverage shower. Not his own, from his own glass, no; but rather from Prompto’s, which had been formerly filled to the brim. Prompto, in the middle of a heated debate with one of the ladies in the activist group, had been so focused on their conversation that he’d barely had any of his drink.  And with his tendency to gesture his hands around wildly while he spoke, like one of those wacky inflatable flailing tube men outside of used car dealerships, it meant that his punch wasn’t likely to remain inside of its holder for very long. In fact, it was a miracle that it had remained in his cup for as long as it had and hadn’t spilled at the beginning of the conversation.

Unfortunately for Ignis, he happened to be wearing a pure white suit in attendance of the event.

“Ah, shit! I mean, crap! I mean… can you excuse us for a moment, please?” Prompto scrambled, an awkward laugh escaping him as he turned and pushed on Ignis, forcing the man to hobble along, away from the other guests surrounding them.

“Prompto---” Ignis began, but apparently he was powerless to the escort of the smaller, leaner, younger man.

“Dammit, I am so, so sorry,” Prompto said as they found a deserted corner of the floor. He grabbed a few napkins off of the nearby table and attempted to mop up the mess on Ignis’ front, and Ignis was so stunned by the action that he just, stood there and allowed it. “Why the hell did you choose to wear a white suit anyway?! You know white clothes stain like the dickens! All you gotta do is just breathe on them and they’re ruined!”

Ignis let out a soft breath, his gaze to the side as Prompto insisted on tending to him. "Well, I suppose it's now a pink suit, isn’t it?” he murmured. “I'm afraid it doesn't quite match my eyes, but it will have to do for now."

Prompto looked up at him right then, his brow furrowing as he appeared to be deep in thought. Contemplating. Carefully choosing his words, possibly.

"Heh, well… at least you smell kinda nice now?” Prompto joked, his inflection rising at the end of his sentence, from nerves, most likely. “Fruity!" The blond winked at Ignis, waving the sopping wet, pink stained bundle of napkins he had in his hand at him playfully. When Ignis didn’t reply, Prompto seemed to deflate. “Er, uh… I…” he began, frowning. “I... really am sorry. I’ll... be more careful from now on, okay?”

Ignis watched the display of sincerity from his date and felt something in his chest. It was a peculiar sensation, one that gave way to warmth across his cheeks and seemed to clear his mind of any frustration he may have felt. At a sudden loss for words, he cleared his throat awkwardly, adjusted his tie, then adjusted his glasses.  "I hear passion fruit is all the rage," he uttered under his breath. “So perhaps it was not an accident, but merely an attempt to make me more fashionable, appearance-wise as well as in fragrance.”

Prompto stared at Ignis.

Had Ignis said something wrong, then? Did Prompto not get his sense of humour, just like everyone else in this ghastly place? After all, Ignis had a knack for accidentally insulting people with his dry brand of humour, and---

Laughter.

Prompto was laughing.

No one had ever really laughed at his jokes before, and yet here was his ‘date’, his former acquaintance, standing in front of him. Laughing.

“Oh man, speaking of passion fruit, I know a place that serves some killer passion fruit tea,” Prompto managed after his laughter ceased, leaving behind a glowing smile. “It’s a new menu item. I haven’t had a chance to try it yet, but it’s supposed to be phenomenal. What say we… uh,” he paused, fidgeting with his tie, “ditch this popsicle stand… and give it a try?”

There was a moment’s hesitation before Ignis’ reply came.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Prompto,” he said warmly, with a smile to match.

That evening, Ignis found a new favourite tea to indulge in, as well as a new favourite person.

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11 Questions

I was tagged by @prompto-cam

Rules: Answer the questions you’re given at the end, write 11 of your own, and tag 11 people.

I’ll tag @sunshineandsnark27 @sayura21 @breotch-iunderstoodthatreference @amid-a-lightless-place @elillierose and anyone else who feels like doing it. I’d love to get to know you guys better.

1. What’s your favorite thing to do on a lazy evening?

Probably to watch a movie with friends. I love making fun of “bad” movies or watching things that my friends suggest but I wouldn’t normally go for.

2. What’s your family setup? Parents? Brothers/sisters? Big family/little family?

I have one younger brother and I’m currently estranged from my parents because of issues we were having so, really, I rely on my chosen family. There’s my fiance’s dad and his girlfriend who are really my parental figures at the moment and then I have a close knit group of ten or so friends that I see at least weekly for D&D if not more often when I need them or they need me.

3. Tell me your top 3 songs! :D

This can change pretty much day to day but at the moment I’d say:”Theme Music” by Professor Elemental, “Tea With Cinnamon” by Katzenjammer, and “Imperfection” by Evanescense.

4. Say one good thing about yourself. C’mon, you can do it. I believe in you.

I am a good friend. Or I try my best to be. I have a “drop everything when you need” me policy that I am very serious about sticking to because I know what it’s like to be low and just need someone to be there for you.

5. Tell me one friend you've made because of FFXV and tumblr

@sunshineandsnark27 for sure! :D

6. Do you miss anyone from your past?

That one’s kind of tough. Yes and no. For the most part, and because of the internet and facebook, if I care about someone I haven’t really let them drift away. And the ones that have, the fact is I miss the version of them from 5, 7, or 10 years ago, not the person they are now. There’s a reason I dropped the person they are now. (That sounds harsh but it’s true.)

7. What do you hope to achieve this year?

I hope to finish “Shadows Will Scream” Talk about a bittersweet goal. :P

8. What is the object on your left right now?

My phone...

9. How long does it take you to get ready for a night out?

Ha. Haha. This assumes that I dress up to go “out” like a girl :P I’m a tomboy/gender neutral-something mess, so usually I don’t do anything. If we’re going somewhere crazy fancy I might stop and put on better eyeliner or purple lipstick or something but that’s about it.

10. Compliment someone here. Spread some love!

 I actually want to compliment someone I can’t tag and that’s all the anons in my inbox. You guys are the best and you make my day more often than not and I will never be able to thank you enough. So I will take this space to compliment all my anons on being smart and nice and wonderful!

11. What is your go-to movie for a pick-me-up?

Okay so this isn’t actually a movie, but when I’m in a bad mood I watch this two hour compilation of the best of Game Grumps playing Sonic Boom. It’s never fails to make me smile.

Questions for the people I tagged:

What is your favorite TV show and why (cartoons and anime count)?

What is your favorite thing to do on Saturday night?

Any games you’re excited for this year?

Do you have a book that you’ve read over and over?

Who was your favorite teacher?

What is your favorite piece of trivia you know that most people don’t?

What’s your favorite season?

Have you ever traveled to another country? Is there a country you’d like to go to?

Have you made any friends through fanfiction/fan art/fandom in general that you don’t think you would have made otherwise?

Do you listen to Podcasts, and if so what are your favorites?

Is there a movie you could always watch and never get tired of?