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Yes! @artzgromet drew me Ignis wearing Gladio’s hoodie after a drabble I wrote in which Ignis was wearing the hoodie and nothing else.  I haven’t transferred all my files over here from my old computer yet, though, so I can’t post it!

Takes me back to my primary school years that does!

BUT WHY

WHY DID WE ALL LEARN IT

Hah, I’ve been asked that a lot! 

Only partially. The Song of the Lioness was/is one of my favorite books (I love the series) but I chose lioness because I grew up in Africa, and they’re my favorite big cat! (Fun fact - I loooooooove all the big cats!) 

lychee: satin or lace?

Satin - Lace is itchy!

pomegranate: when do you feel the most confident?

I already answered this one, so please scroll down XD

tangelo: if you could be any mythical creature, which would you be?

Dragon. Because WHY WOULDN’T I CHOOSE THAT?  To clarify, a dragon from Pern.  So - sentient, kind, good, and generally awesomesauce.

Good morning my darling Kami, it is always a joy to find you in my asks! <3

44) What is the last line you wrote?

Ignis just knew they’d experience it all together. And that was enough.

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

Many times. There was a spot in Awakenings that made me sob like a little baby, and I’ve cried probably a half dozen times at least while writing What Would Happen.

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

Hmm. This is hard. Maybe Owies, Cookies, and Flowers, which I wrote because of my need to write every prompt day for a fan week, but I still don’t really like.

Dragonriders of Pern.  With the graphics and such available now, I’m waiting for this to be made into movies, games, TV shows - I just want some multimedia Dragonriders content, okay? 

Thanks for asking, Kami <3

Hello again my darling, its me, going thru ancient prompts I’ve been hoarding for far too long!   I’m sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoy some awkward nerds getting sappy  <3

Ignis Scientia thought himself a patient man. The Six only knew he needed a plethora of patience to deal with Noctis’s teenage rebellions, to deal with the pontificating of the blowhards on the Council who treated him like a child just because he wasn’t approaching his dotage. But even his vaunted patience could only go so far.

For weeks - months - he’d been doing his best to give off the right signals, to nonverbally indicate his interest. Astrals, he’d even devolved into actual flirtatious banter, but still nothing.

Gladiolus still hadn’t made a move. Perhaps… Ignis had been mistaken, and his feelings weren’t reciprocated?

All Ignis knew for certain was that it was tiring being ‘on’ whenever he was around the Shield, and further wearying to deal with the constant anxiety of not knowing when it would happen.

If it would happen.

Enough of this. He’d take matters into his own hands. A rueful smile quirked his lips as he settled on the course of action. Perhaps it had been a mistake to try and mimic the courtships of others’ he’d observed. It could well have thrown Gladio off to have Ignis suddenly behaving so out of character. Well, no longer. He would be himself, and he’d have his answer.

Ignis made his way down to the training yard, knowing that is where Gladio was to be found this time of day. Sure enough, his comrade-in-arms was running through a training drill with a few new Crownsguard recruits.

Ignis sat on a bench off to the side and waited patiently, answering emails on his phone. He got so involved in his work that he didn’t even realize the practice was over until Gladio’s shadow fell over him and his phone screen.

He looked up at Gladio. “Gladiolus.”

“Hey, Iggy,” Gladio said as he sat on the bench next to Ignis. “You need somethin’?”

“Indeed,” Ignis nodded. “An answer.”

Gladio grinned and crossed his legs. “Shoot.”

“Why haven’t you kissed met yet?” Ignis blurted out quite artlessly. Though he must admit, the shock in Gladio’s eyes and the way his mouth gaped open like one of those fish Noctis enjoyed catching was quite gratifying.

“Wait…” Gladio said slowly, “is that why you’ve been acting so weird?”

Ignis blushed. “Yes.”

Gladio laughed, but there was no mockery in his tone. “Iggy, you are one confusing man.”

“I prefer ‘mysterious’,” Ignis retorted with a hint of his customary smirk.

“So… about that kiss,” Gladio said.

“Yes?” Ignis leaned forward.

Gladio’s grin broadened and challenge flashed in those molten amber eyes.

Ignis quirked a perfectly manicured eyebrow and rolled his eyes. It was fair enough, he supposed, that he be the one to make the first physical move; he’d already played his hand and this seemed to be the confirmation he’d been hoping for.

He moved into Gladio’s space until only a breath existed between their faces, then lifted a hand to gently stroke Gladio’s messy, sweaty hair back from his suntanned face. Ignis made deliberate eye contact, willing his emotions to show in his gaze; desperate to see them mirrored in Gladio’s own.

I can only pick one favorite?? Boo.  Well, okay, this changes often depending on the mood I’m in.  Due to a fic I read this week, I’m gonna say… enemies to lovers. Why: when it’s done well?  Holy shit, my dude.  It’s super intense, and super rewarding to watch the hate change into love.