So you know that project I suddenly dumped 5000 words on at the beginning of the month? THIS ISN'T IT
Yeah, this is something completely different and is supposed to be SHORT but has at least two chapters, so I guess we'll seeee... It's yet another venture into the omegaverse...
Rating: Teen & Up
Category: M/M
Relationships: Prompto/Ignis
Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Loss of Control, Arranged Marriage, Unjustified Guilt, Misunderstandings
Status: 1/??
Summary: Ignis Scientia isn’t the kind of person who WANTS to get married.
Being the Hand to the Prince of Lucis is his devotion. He was selected at a young age, sculpted to the position, in the expectation that he, like his parents and their parents as well, would present as a beta and be the perfect cool, collected mind to guide and advise the young Lucian prince.
But now it's clear. He is no beta. And if he wants to continue in Noct's service, he will have to find someone to marry. Now.
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Promnis Week- Dance
Prompto has never felt more out of place. He tugs at the tight fabric of his tux sleeves and tries to blend further into the shadows. Ignis helped him tailor it to a custom fit, but it feels more like a vice than an attachment, and he knows he must look silly in it despite Ignis calling it "befitting." The outfit probably costs more than his entire yearly rent and no amount of hair gel can hide the fact that he could never afford it in a million years. He's honestly still bewildered why Noct even thought it worth wasting his money on this tux just so that Prompto could attend this gala when Noct doesn't have the time to spare him. Nobels of all kinds flock to him, asking him to dance and making forced conversation. Unlike Prompto, he looks right in his element. He was literally born and raised for this.
Prompto hadn't wanted to even come, but Noct had argued that all three of them would miss him if he didn't. He doubts that. Gladio is dressed to the tens and socializing with drones of women, but he's still on duty (although Prompto assumes he's always on duty in the abstract sense) and can't move too far from Noct's side. Ignis is also a close shadow. While Gladio is obviously flirting, Ignis' demenor is nothing but polished dignitary. He speaks with whom Prompto can only assume are council members and dukes and the like.
Prompto is the one with the freedom but he chooses to remain hidden in the corner. Nothing is stopping him from mingling with them, but who's he kidding, he would die on the spot. He can't talk to a barron or whoever. And who's he to interrupt Gladio while he's on the prowl. And Noct? He's the center of attention. He doesn't have time to babysit his best friend. So, Prompto stays put, tugging at his tux and wishing he was home playing King's Knight instead.
"May I have this dance?"
Prompto’s head snaps up to see Ignis extending a hand to him. He chuckles at the gentlemanly display. “Heya, Iggy. Don’t worry about me. I know you probably need to keep chatting it up with the nobels.”
Ignis thins his lips. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Huh?” Prompto stares at his still extended hand. “You really want to dance with me of all people?”
Ignis’ lips turn up. “Why not with you?”
“Because,” Prompto uses his arm to gesture at the entire crowd, “there are at least 100 people to choose from who are way better than me.”
“Posh.” Ignis takes his hand and pulls him into a closed dance position. “There is no one here that I would rather dance with.”
Prompto can feel his face heating up at the compliment. “Y–you’re exaggerating.”
Ignis doesn’t break eye-contact as he begins to move them back and forth in a measured pattern. “Not at all. I like you quiet a lot, Prompto.”
Prompto gulps. “R–really? You don’t find me annoying?”
“What could I possibly find annoying about you?”
“I’m unconfident and nervous. I’m a commoner without any money and low ambitions. My parents barely even spare me the time of day, why would you?”
Ignis’ hand tightens on his back. “Oh, Prompto. You belittle yourself way too much. I see a charming man with great potential. You have no privilege, which means that everything you have earned you have done so with your own efforts. You push through when situations become tough. You treasure your friends more than anything else. I couldn’t have wished for anyone better to be Noctis’ best friend.”
Prompto’s gaze falls to the ground. “What about your own friend.”
Ignis lets go of his hand, using his hand to turn his chin up so that he will meet his eyes again. “I already have the two best friends I could have ever asked for.”
“Oh,” Prompto whispers.
“You, dear Prompto, are everything I could have asked in a partner.”
Prompto nearly trips from surprise. “What?”
Ignis steadies him and chuckles. “I would like to ask you out on a date, if you would be agreeable.”
“Oh, course!” Prompto nearly shouts. He is sure he is red in the face.
Ignis’ entire face glows with endearment. Prompto tries not to blink in case it turns out he is just imagining it. “Lovely. How about tomorrow after your class has finished?”
“S–sure thing, Igster.”
Prompto feels a bit lightheaded as they resume dancing. Is Ignis now his boyfriend? Is he dancing with his boyfriend? If so, he can’t work his head around how he went from eating fast food alone in a cold, dark apartment, to befriending the crown prince and dating his advisor. Perhaps he won the Astrals blessing by some means or another.
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Kiss Prompto week - day 3 Kiss on the nose
When Noct decided to sleep in Prompto eventually fell asleep again as well, Noct wakes him up in the sweetest way he knows. Together they enjoy the time they now have plenty of. ( ◡‿◡ *)
The story written for this can be found here Little Moments in Time
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