53rd ♫ | isn't plain old sweetness just so dull?

[mytarget]

i'm really sorry i couldn't find any cute anime girl gifs that properly illustrated this concept

WITCHES & WEREWOLVES AU POST

BECAUSE WE WERE ALL TALKING ABOUT IT ON PLURK SO LET'S MAKE IT HAPPEN

i can edit in some prompts if you guys need direction but LET'S JUST FOR NOW ASSUME A NICE FANTASY SETTING WHERE WITCHES AND WEREWOOFS ARE HAPPENING AND JUST FOLLOW OUR GAY LITTLE HEARTS

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[photoshooter]

[He sniffs once and then stills, the frozen image of uncertainty. While he's being nuzzled, Prompto sniffs again, more daring this time, snuffsnuffsnuff.

While it still hangs low, his tail wags, cautiously, right before he plunks his butt right in the water and whines.

Whaaaaaaaat the fuck? This wolf smells like coffee and spices and expensive clothing. This wolf smells like Ignis.]

[totalclarity]

[That's certainly a reaction! The wagging is good, a good sign. The plopping his ass right down in the water, he's not so sure how to take that. Confusion? Happy confusion. Con--oh. Maybe he's realized? His perked ears ease back, then low. Okay. Okay. He has no idea, actually, what to do about this entire situation, and he doesn't want to startle Prompto into another fit after just starting to calm him down.

So he also sits. And looks like a pup with his paw caught in the cookie jar.]

[photoshooter]

[What?!

Prompto sniffs at him again, sticking his nose right up in his armpits--or, foreleg-pits, whatever--because the smell doesn't make sense, and the way this wolf--Iggywolf--reacts doesn't make sense. Why does he look like he just got Bad Dogged?

Anyway, it's a good thing poor Ignis sat, because Prompto gets up to circle him, sniffing furiously, and he definitely would've had a snout shoved up his fine, furry butthole if he hadn't taken it out of play.

The smell doesn't smell any less like Iggy, and Prompto noses at those coeurl spots, too, shaking his head with a voiceless whuff, and finally he sits back from his inspection and bats at him with a paw.

What? How? Did it get him, too? It's you, right? Prompto whines, softer and more concerned, now, and butts him gently with his head.]

[totalclarity]

[He resists the urge to snap his teeth at the paw batting. It's just Prompto, it's just Prompto trying to figure out what's going on, no need to get huffy about stop it or any of that. Because it's fine. It's going to be fine, and the concern is...

Well, it's gotten his mind off his own transformation, hasn't it?

A doggy sigh escapes him, leaning a bit with the gentle headbutting, and paws at him in return. Yes, yes, it's all strange and mysterious and yes, it's definitely him. Even bops him on the nose. All in all, Ignis certainly seems rather calm about the whole thing.

And then he pounces, knocking Prompto over into the water. #rude

When Prompto rights himself and shakes the water and fuzz from his eyes, however, he will no longer see a wolf sitting in the river, but Ignis. A little muddy, definitely damp, in his hideous spotted shirt and adjusting his glasses and tugging at his gloves, standing in the river.]

I think that's quite enough excitement for one day.

[photoshooter]

[Oh, man, wow, that's--yep, definitely Ignis, and when Prompto resurfaces indignantly and shakes himself from drenched to merely dripping, it's to stand there, staring. Everything smells now of wet dog.

Hardly daring to believe his eyes, he sniffs at Ignis's pant legs again, discovers the same cocktail of smells, and sits in the water once more, dumbfounded. It's enough that he whimpers and leans against his friend's knee, wet fur and all. Sorry, Iggy's pants.

It's far more than enough. It's too much. But Iggy's here, and at least... at least there's that.

At least if someone's got to put him down, it doesn't have to be Noct. And he won't die alone. A friend is here.]

[totalclarity]

[Who needs pettings? Prompto needs pettings. Good boy, Prom. The pants are fine, he'll live, because Prom needs both hands to run through fur and pet back his ears and over wet cheeks.]

I don't know how we'll keep this secret now. I suppose we aren't going to have much choice but to tell the others.

Later. Come now, let's get out of this water before I end up catching a death of cold.