So Prom falls off the train and gets captured, yea?But what if the other bros won’t let his s/o come to rescue because it’s too dangerous. So finally when bros return with battered up prommy, s/o breaks down cus he looks awful and they apologize for not being there when they found him and letting him get hurt in the first place but eventually settles for holding him and not letting him out of their hold for the next two days while he recovers and basically just giving him good cuddles and lovin

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Prompto needs all the loving and cuddles

Tagging @birdsandivory @idiotflowerex @blondeboys-givemechills and anyone who’s interested. Requests are currently closed.


The ticking of the clock droned on, seeming to echo off the silent motel walls. It was well past midnight and you should have been sleeping soundly next to your boyfriend.

You hadn’t been able to sleep since he had been discovered – alive, but beaten and tortured beyond anything you could have imagined. Prompto had tried his best to remain his same old self, assuring you and the others he just needed rest and bandages, but you saw the look in his eyes when he thought you weren’t looking and noticed the way he held on to you every chance he got.

You let him hold you as much as he needed, yesterday not bothering to even get out of bed. You let him cry some, burying his face in your chest and you stroked his hair. He confessed he had been terrified, and more so now that he had escaped – what if Ardyn came back for him? What if he came while Prompto was asleep and hurt you instead? You promised him everything would be alright and you tried to sleep next to him as he cuddled you but it was impossible.

Instead, you sat up next to him and watched him breathe. 

Slow, deep breaths and out his slightly parted and still swollen lips. His lips would twitch sometimes, as would his legs and arms. You wished you could be there to protect him from his dreams, to protect him from what had happened, to heal the wounds on his flesh as well as his mind.

All you could do was count his breaths and protect him in his sleep. You hoped it would be enough. 

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