Prompto Soulmate AU: Blind

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Hey y’all. I’ve been working on this for a bit, a fluffy piece of goodness. I figured you folks might need a pick me up after that angst-fest I posted a few days ago. 

Genre: romantic soulmate au
Word Count: 5230
Warnings: Extreme fluff, mild awkardness
Pairing: Prompto/Blind!Reader
Note: I do not know what it’s like to be blind, nor do I know anyone who does. Creative liberties were taken, and I apologize for any inaccuracies.

Soulmates had existed long before written words. It was a connection that had always been there, sewn into histories and bedtime stories and was as understood and present as air itself.

Everyone was born in a world of black and white, but as two soulmates meet, their world becomes one of color. For those who hadn’t met their soulmates yet, the very idea of color was alien – otherworldly. They could never imagine what it was or what it could ever be, but the moment color bloomed before them, they became unsure as to how they had ever lived without it.

Of course, it wasn’t always wonderful; some people never met their soulmates and were forced to live in black and white forever. Even worse, should one’s soulmate die, they’re thrust into a world of black and white once again.

Personally, you considered yourself lucky, in that regard, as well as unfortunate. You would never know if you were speaking to your soulmate and on the off chance that you met your soulmate and they were to pass away, you wouldn’t be shoved into a grey world. In fact, you didn’t see the world in grey to begin with for one simple reason: you were blind.

To you, the world consisted of sound and touch. You saw through what you heard and what you felt, not what your eyes took in. You knew the chances of you ever finding your soulmate were low, and eventually, you stopped caring. Some people would take pity on you, saying how tragic it was that you could never truly find your soulmate or ever see the wonder of color, but you found other things to keep you occupied rather than the idea of meeting your true love.

Yes, you had stopped wondering about your soulmate, but he had never stopped wondering about you. In fact, he was up late many nights just imagining who you’d be. Sometimes, he would imagine you as a famous actor or a chef, possibly a lifeguard with bright red hair or a shy librarian with round glasses. Each idea was as exciting as the last and to him, meeting you would probably be the single most important moment of his life (spoiler alert: it wasn’t, but seeing you walk down the aisle was).

Yes, Prompto Argentum couldn’t wait to meet you. He wondered about you nearly everyday, sometimes in passing thought or through the giddy, “what if?” feeling in the pit of his stomach. Still, even his thousands of daydreams would never prepare him for the day that he finally met you.

It was hot and crowded summer day with a bright white sun and a pale grey sky. A soft breeze slid through the air, breaking the heavy heat and cooling Prompto’s cheeks, relieving them of their soft grey flush. He felt good, despite the intensity of the heat and the volume of the loud voices around him. In fact, his great mood provided him with the perfect inspiration for an impromptu photoshoot, giving him reason enough to venture from his apartment into the bustling Insomnia streets.

As he walked down the street that afternoon, with his camera bag in hand, it felt like something was going to happen. He didn’t know what, but he could feel it. A small smile hung on his face, his dark grey freckles popping as he looked around at the harsh greys and the bright whites of Insomnia.

However, looking around seemed to be a bad decision on his part. His feet strayed from their path on the sidewalk, allowing him to collide with a stout, chubby man. Alarmed, Prompto yelped, his eyes widening as he stumbled. He felt the annoyance of the crowds around him as he backed into them, creating a domino effect on those behind him.

“Ah-s-sorry, didn’t mean to-” Prompto stammered, one hand clutching his bag tighter. His cheeks darkened as his wide eyes nervously peered at the grumpy man who merely grumbled and kept walking. Prompto stood on the sidewalk, heart thumping loudly in his chest and anxiety rolling in his stomach. The crowds around him continued, more than one person jostling his shoulder with a nasty glare and a rude comment.

There were so many people bumping into him that he was unaware of you: the young blind person who was making their way down the street. You weren’t a fan of big crowds as it was, considering they always made it difficult to navigate the streets, but in that moment you cursed crowds more than ever.

All you heard were the loud, unintelligible voices of hundreds of people around you moving much too fast for you to properly get a grip on things. You were unaware of the boy with the pale grey hair who was nervously frozen in the middle of the sidewalk following a startling incident. At least, you were unaware of him until your cane caught onto one black boot and sent you tumbling to the ground.

You felt your cane catch, but the crowd behind you just kept moving. Your feet stumbled, body lurching forward into the sea of strangers with a sharp stab of fear in the pit of your stomach. You expected to fall to the sidewalk, feet trampling over you and strangers stumbling around your fallen form, but it never came to be.

Prompto’s arms shot forward with the instinct of any skilled crownsguard, catching you around your stomach long before you fell to the ground.

“Ah, I’m sorry!” Prompto exclaimed quickly, his eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed in worry as he helped you stand up straight. You were frozen, only aware of your fluttering heart, nervous stomach, and the warm arms wrapped around your middle. His voice was concerned, slightly rough, and husky despite its high tone. Your heart stung slightly, your ears practically melting; you had never heard a voice so wonderful.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked again, his voice closer to your ear and sending a shiver through your body.

Shaking yourself free of the mild daze, you managed to speak, “I-it’s fine!” You tried to wave him off, standing as steadily as you could while properly orienting yourself.

It took a second for things to click. Prompto paused, his next apology dying on his tongue as he took in the cane in your hands. With the gears turning in his head, he looked up and froze as his gaze landed on your unfocused eyes.

A gasp escaped his lips, his eyes widening for a millisecond. Before him, his black and white world was changing. Your skin wasn’t the flushed grey with various black and white tints as he had seen originally, it was blooming. He watched with large eyes as color sprouted in your hair, trailing down like water and leaving vibrant hues behind. He stared, his own cornflower blue eyes taking in every color on your face, every angle and every absolutely perfect imperfection as a massive smile grew on his face.

He found you. Years of searching and imagining and… he found you.

He felt so overwhelmed, seeing you with a face more beautiful than he could have imagined – seeing the world in shades of color and strange tints that he couldn’t find a name for. His heart was thudding in his chest, his eyes wide and desperate, his mouth burning with millions of questions. He felt his grip slipping as his mind was whirring and with a soft thump, his camera bag slipped from the hand around your waist and tumbled to the ground.

He paid no mind to the fallen bag because for him, this was the moment of a lifetime.

However, for you, this was weird.

You couldn’t see the eager excitement on his face, or the blooming colors around you. You had no idea who this man was and despite the odd, mild comfort of his sweaty arms around your waist, you wanted him to let go. You could feel his eyes on you and the strange warm, tingling sensation his touch left. You felt his gawking, a sensation that you’ve always hated. It didn’t matter how beautiful his voice was or how it made goosebumps rise to your skin in 90 degree heat; pity was not what you wanted.

“Sorry.” You grimaced, jerking out of his grip and trying to continue on your way, cane tapping the sidewalk lightly. You didn’t like that moment when people noticed your empty gaze or the white cane in your hand. The pity that always followed was more frustrating than the excitement for the possibility of anything else.

You expected him to continue on his way much like yourself, however, he didn’t.

“W-Wait!”

His voice made you freeze and halt midstep. Sometimes, folks would ask you to wait, to see if you needed help. But the way he said it was different. His voice was desperate – begging, almost, with an underlying edge of excitement that left his voice jittery and made your stomach churn with butterflies. He only said one word, but his voice – his voice something wonderful.

“U-Um, u-uh, it’s-” He paused, stumbling and stuttering. There it was again. The feeling. Even though he couldn’t get out a single word, you felt more interested in him than any other man you’d met in your life.

Prompto felt like he was dying. His face was burning, a bright red blooming on his cheeks as he tried to come up with something to say. He had to be smooth – cool; he had to sound like someone worth knowing. “Uh, do you want to get ice cream?” He blurted.

Yes. Smooth.

Confusion slid across you face as you turned towards his voice, an odd note of uncertainty in your voice. “You… want to get ice cream?” You asked slowly. You were quiet, your voice barely heard over the sound of the city chatter, although you didn’t think you could speak louder in that moment. All you could focus on was his voice and the sensation of your heart banging against your ribcage.

With his face burning, he nodded, only to realize you couldn’t see. “U-uh, yeah! With me!” Prompto added, sweating bullets as he nervously fiddled with his hands. “I-um, I-this is gonna sound so crazy-”

You cut him off, not wanting “something crazy” to ruin the first real interest you had in someone. “Okay.”

“It’s just I-really? You, you wanna get ice cream with me?” He was stunned that you even said yes, although he didn’t really know what he would’ve done if you hadn’t.

You managed a nervous nod, your cheeks heating up. Prompto was stunned, although he couldn’t hide the massive tug of affection in his heart as he saw the flash of bright red growing in your cheeks.

Beaming, Prompto managed a nervous laugh. “Th-that’s great! Um, how about-”

“Get outta the damn way!” One woman snapped as she pushed passed Prompto, pulling him out of his bubble and reminding him of the large crowds around him.

“We should get out of the street.” You told him, a tiny amused smile on your face.

“Haha, yeah, we-uh, we should!” He agreed, clothes shuffling as he quickly dipped down to grab his fallen camera bag. Standing up on his tiptoes, he peered over the heads of strangers to try and find where you two were.

“Okay, so, uh, is it okay if I just?” He was nervously gesturing to your free hand, forgetting that you couldn’t see.

Luckily for Prompto, you were a smart person and able to piece together what he meant with his clumsy words. Holding out your free hand, you felt your cheeks heat up further as he began to lead you down the street with you blissfully unaware of the massive smile on his face.

Prompto’s own cheeks bloomed a bright pink when he looked back to you, seeing a tiny smile gracing your lips. His smile only grew as he took in your wonderful face yet again, counting his lucky stars that he was able to find you.

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