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.
He gets a little jealous because, at first, he’s skeptical that the huge hoodie you’re wearing on your shoulders is his in the first place – since he always believed you were close in size.
He jumps for joy when he recognizes the Save The Chocobos logo on the front, mostly because it proves that he is indeed as beefy as he always hoped he looked.
His second thought is that you look super adorable – so it’s only natural that he wants to make the whole affair doubly adorable, and goes to steal Noctis’ Save The Moogles hoodie to ensure that it is.
You both look absolutely ridiculous in hoodies that are a bit too big for you, but he thinks you make for perfect selfies to post on the internet and advertise your love!
He lets you keep it in the end, even though he loves it to bits and pieces, because he really loves the thought of you wearing his clothes a little more.
Gladiolus Amicitia
He loves the possessiveness he feels when you’re wearing his hoodies, because – in a way – it is a big old ‘this is mine’ sign that Gladiolus is happy to have you wear at all times; he never really complains about it.
That is, until most all his hoodies go missing. He loves wearing them when he works out, so it’s a bit of an inconvenience when they disappear. Of course, it’s also a reason for him to go shirtless more often than usual.
When he sees the ‘steal their hoodie’ meme going around, it puts you in danger, because he’s going to take your way too small clothes and stretch them out all the while uploading photos to social media.
Don’t worry, he loves spending on you, too – so you get them all back and then some.
All of the hoodies Gladiolus owns are almost identical to one another. Not only do you take them because of their comfort, but you also just really enjoy getting on the man’s nerves, because he’s ridiculously adorable when he’s irritated.
Ignis Scientia
Ignis is not a hoodie wearer, per se, but he does have a few lying around from his friends as holiday gifts on various occasions that you just love to steal. At first, he was just a bit amused, but he adores the way they hang from your form – and suddenly – his hoodie collection had begun to grow.
He constantly reminds you to wear one whenever it’s cold outside, if just to catch you in his clothes; that, and hoodies are just far more conservative. He loves a conservative look for you when onlookers are about.
It’s also a chance for you both to wear matching hoodies! Ignis is a slut for matching couple outfits.
When he runs out of pockets, you wearing his hoodie comes in handy because – not only are you aesthetic – what you’re wearing is functional.
All the same, you wearing a hoodie that’s far too big on you and belongs to him is more the icing on the cake instead of a huge focal point, but the random compliments he gives from time to time are worth the thievery.
Noctis Lucis Caelum
He loves you wearing his hoodies because he can pull at the strings/aglets and close the hood around your face. Super effective and super hilarious.
It’s also easier if you have his hoodies because when he’d too lazy to go back to his place, he knows you have a stockpile of wearable options for him at yours.
For the most part, he’s a little grumbly about it, but only because he’s not used to sharing anything with anyone but Prompto until now. He loves the cold and is perfectly fine with you stealing them eventually – he guesses – because you’re the one he loves the most.
Sometimes, since the hoodies are so big, he’ll climb under them with you; it’s silly, but he saw it on an instagram post and just had to try it.
And don’t worry, he thinks you’re absolutely adorable wearing his clothes, even if he’s not verbal about it. You can tell from the blush on his cheeks when you walk into the room.
missusignis: You’re not bothering me at all, dearie! I think you speak English just fine! Here you are!
Noctis:
Is the one to try and steal that new shirt you just bought because he loves it too.
It’s okay because you like to steal his clothes, too.
He’s always grumpy when he can’t find a pair of his favorite pair of pants only to find out that you stole them.
“What can I say? They make my butt look good!”
He lets you keep one of his shirts to cuddle with at night when he’s not able to spend the night with you.
Prompto:
Squeals as soon as he sees you wearing some of his clothes. You look precious in them!
Doesn’t matter what your body size is, he’s going to love how you look in his clothes.
If you buy things for yourself in his style, he’s going to give you lots of compliments about how it looks on you.
Doesn’t mind one bit that you two look like twins.
Takes constant pictures of you.
Ignis:
“Darling, have you seen my-…Is that my shirt?”
You’re definitely not going to tell him that you dressed like him as you were mimicking his voice.
At least he solved the mystery of his missing shirt.
Buying your clothing in his style makes him feel proud in a way. He believes that he has good taste in clothing and to see you buying similar things just seems to prove that.
He loves seeing you dress up in his shirts especially when you sleep.
He doesn’t love when you do it and he had plans to wear that shirt to an important meeting (he makes do).
Gladio:
“Damn, babe, you look hella good in that!”
Gives an appreciative whistle when you walk out of your room wearing one of his tank tops.
He loves it when you lounge in nothing but his tank tops.
When he sees you buying things in his style for yourself, he’s more than willing to do the same. Anything that he knows he’d like, he’ll buy for you to put in your closet.
On top of that, any of his old clothing that he doesn’t want, he passes on to you.
It’s nice to cuddle up next to a shirt that has his scent still on it.
requested: no, this is going to be the start of my “starter preference” series. it’s basically the usual preferences that people post to get their blogs going, ie: how they kiss, how they hug, nicknames, etc. be sure to request some of these if you think of any! as long as they’re simple and easy, they’ll be written and posted asap.
warnings: fluff, angst, not blind ignis!au in prompto’s section, gladio’s really got away from me lmfaoooo can you tell he’s my favorite?
Noctis ;
Pre-game noctis would’ve definitely been more relaxed and without a care in the world.
Niflheim hadn’t proposed the peace treaty and he wasn’t arranged to be married to Lunafreya yet, either.
The two of you would be taking a stroll in the Citadel Gardens, holding hands and smiling at each other.
You would take this time to stare at your boyfriend, admiring the way the sun shone on his pale skin. the way his baby blue eyes stood out in the golden hour.
He would dip his head to blush and grin widely, letting out a giddy laugh whenever he caught you staring.
This would lead to the two of you stopping in your place as he went to hold both of your hands.
He would take his time with his kisses, resting his forehead against theirs and gazing into their warm eyes.
He would slowly pull you in, taking your soft hands and wrapping them around his neck before leaning in.
He let out a hum of approval the second his mouth made contact with your pillow soft lips.
He was loving and passionate, his eyelids fluttered shut as he smiled into the kiss.
His hands would then move to your neck to hold you in place.
His touch was gentle yet urgent, as if he needed reassurance that you wouldn’t leave his arms.
Prompto ;
His kisses were desperate, clingy and loving.
But because of his general nervousness, you usually needed to take charge when being intimate with him.
You would cup his face and pull him towards you as you stared into his wide doe eyes as you pressed your lips to his.
He would always let out a gasp into your mouth and his freckled skin would flush
His eyes would slowly close, rolling back a bit in ecstasy
His shaky hands would finally make their way to wrap around your waist, after laying limp at his sides for a few seconds too long. (he doesn’t know what to do sksk)
He would let out a whine into your mouth as you explored his, tangling your hands into his blond locks.
His hold on you tightened into an embrace as you continued making out, as he felt the need to keep you close to him.
He needed to know that his feelings were reciprocated in full, and that you weren’t going anywhere any time soon.
Unfortunately, he soon had to pull away from your intense liplock.
When he opened his eyes again, they were slightly glossed over and his plump lips wore a doped out grin.
His cheeks were burning up and his cute freckles stood out on his skin.
He bit his bottom lip as he panted a bit, trying to catch his breath.
His hands were still tightly wound around your waist, seeking intimacy, and he had no intention of letting go.
other kisses would be desperate and filled with urgency, like when he was brought to you after being taken by Ardyn.
➢
You were sitting on your shared bed, tapping your foot nervously against the floor as you waited for the boys to return from their mission.
Noctis had texted you that they found Prompto, and that he was alive. They were on their way back to the hotel and you couldn’t stop fidgeting for the life of you. You couldn’t imagine what Ardyn put him through, what condition he might be in right now. Was he conscious? Did he lose a lot of blood? Your heart pounded at the unknown.
Your wide eyes darted to the hotel door when someone, Gladio probably, pounded on it.
You broke into a sprint to open the door for them as fast as possible.
They hurried inside the room. Noctis led the boys inside while Gladio and Ignis were helping Prompto in, letting the blond use them as a crutch.
Your mouth went agape as you saw him barely conscious, littered in bruises and cuts. His hair was limp and lifeless, and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat.
Gladio quickly led him to one of the other beds and laid him down. Him and Noctis made quick work of assessing his injuries to determine which ones needed to be addressed first. Ignis started setting up supplies for them to use.
You offered to help the three of them with cleaning his wounds and stitching any open wounds. A few hours passed and the three of you were done with his injuries and you were about to head to bed.
You took the liberty of bundling Prompto in blankets and propping his head and feet up before carefully crawling into bed with him.
Once you got under the covers, you couldn’t help but look at him. You brought your hand up to his face and traced his delicate features, being careful not to wake him up.
Leaning over, you pressed a tender kiss to his lips as your eyes fluttered closed for a moment.
You smiled against his lips, thankful that he was alive and well, and in your arms once again.
You felt your Sunshine let out a content sigh in his sleep, making you smile once more. You kissed his forehead before laying back down. You gently wrapped an arm around his sleeping form before closing your eyes.
Ignis ;
Ignis’ kisses would be gentle yet filled with intense heat and passion.
His gentlemanly nature made him ensure that he treated you with respect and kindness, always taking it nice and slow when you kissed.
One hand would cup the back of your neck to pull you in, then the other would move to the small of your back to hold you in place.
His eyes were warm with admiration and love as he leaned down to meet your lips.
His brows would furrow, savoring your taste as his lips moved against yours.
You let out a soft moan as his tongue met yours.
You brought your hands up to wrap around his neck, after laying limp at your sides.
His kisses always turned you into putty in his hands, soft and pliable.
After he loses his sight in Altissia, his kisses change.
They become more fervent and urgent, filled with need and lust.
His arms would wrap around your midsection completely, holding you impossibly close to him.
You would bring your hands to his cup his face as you returned the kiss in full.
He needed to know that you were close, that you wouldn’t be another thing he’d end up losing.
Gladio ;
Before the fall of Insomnia, he was a lot less appreciative of your relationship.
Sure, he felt strong feelings for you but he never quite felt the gravity of his love for you until he almost lost you in the fall.
➢
You were a member of the ‘glaive, and you were sent with your best friend Nyx to escort the princess to safety.
You were there to see Crowe lying in a body bag on the metal table in the infirmary room. You were there to witness General Glauca kill your love’s father, Clarus Amicitia. You were there to witness King Regis die at the hands of General Glauca.
Lastly, you were there to witness General Glauca reveal himself as Drautos, before Nyx ordered Libertus to take you away with them.
“no! I’m not leaving you here!” You screamed at Nyx, just before being dragged away kicking and screaming.
you never heard from Nyx again.
➢
Gladio had called you time after time, sent text after text, left voicemail after voicemail. all to no avail.
He was sure you had died in the fall, buried underneath the rubble of fallen buildings or killed by a magitek soldier.
you’ll never forget the look of pure relief in his glossy, amber eyes as he saw you safe with Iris in Lestallum.
You were standing outside, admiring the scenery of the city. You’ve never visited Lestallum before, and Iris was just about to show you the sights when someone called your name.
“Y-Y/N?” Your head immediately darted up, in search of the voice you thought you would never hear again. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met the striking amber orbs you thought you’d never look into again.
“Gods, it can’t be. I thought you were-,” his voice broke as he seemed to be close to tears at the mere sight of you. His legs moved on their own accord as he broke into a sprint to where you stood, pushing past tourists that were in his way.
The moment he was in front of you he pulled you into a tight embrace. His muscular arms wound themselves around your body, desperate to keep you safe and close to him. He nestled his head in the crook of your neck and deeply inhaled, trying to memorize your scent all over again. He pulled back after a minute to get a good look at you. He took your face in both of his hands with a sad smile on his face. His eyes searched your face, taking in every dip and curve. He grimaced when he came across a new bruise or cut or burn, all he could think of was how he wasn’t there to protect you.
All of your breath left you as he finally smashed his lips onto yours.
Your eyes fluttered shut and you leaned into him completely, losing yourself in the moment.
Your hands went to his hard bare chest, feeling the strong muscle underneath skin. A sheen of sweat covered his tan, tattooed skin.
You could feel his heart beat underneath your palm, and you smiled into the kiss as you felt his heart rate quicken.
You took your time tracing every curve and plane of his hard muscles, committing them to your memory. You felt every vein and callus and scar on his warm skin.
His kisses were feeling you, tasting you, breathing you into his memory.
His kisses were close, intimate and warm because he needed to feel you. He needed to know that you were alive and that your heart was beating and that he wasn’t going to lose you like he lost his father.
➢
LMFAOOSKSK gladio’s really got away from me I hope y’all don’t mind though. I hope y’all liked that and that it’s enough to tide y’all over while I work on requests. PLEASE leave a comment and REBLOG. 🥀
This was interesting. I tried to
play on their personalities a bit in how they’d respond so I hope that comes
through. To be honest, this one just struck me as a lot of fun.
I’m not
sure this qualifies as flat-out smut, but all in good time… Consider it an
aperitif. This is my first time writing NSFW for the boys so, any thoughts?
Here it is, hope you enjoy it,
you saucy thing. Let me know. ❤
Right, I’m not going to lie; when
this request came through, I did burst out laughing. It just struck me as
funny? Like she just walks in and they somehow have to explain their way out of
this, or just accept it and try to play it off, all smooth-like.
Anyway, here it is. I hope you
enjoy this, it was fun to play with their personalities in how they react. Let me know what you thought. ❤
Words: 2605
NSFW ya filthy animals…
Warnings: Good old-fashioned horny
Chocobastards. I don’t think there’s anything, but point them out if I’ve missed them.
This is my first piece I’ve written in a while so I’m sorry if it sucks. I’m just trying to keep my mind off things. I’ll post NSFW Prom stuff sooner or later. Enjoy????
You are his sunshine. His only sunshine. You make him happy when skies are gray. Besides chocobos you are truly the only thing that can bring him out of any slump no matter how deep.
Speaking of chocobos, he takes you to see them on your first date.. And your 2nd.. And your 3rd. Unless you tell him you want to go somewhere else, he’ll keep doing it lol.
Says if you beat him in a race you get to kiss him. You get to kiss him regardless.
He can’t keep his lips off you. He can’t keep his hands off you. He can’t keep himself off you. You’d think he was stuck to you most days.
He loves when you come hang out with him and the bros. Watching you be happy with his best friends is one of the best feelings in the world. He feels especially good when the bros compliment you or tell him he’s got a good partner.
However, some days he believes he’s not good enough for you. He sees you as a god/goddess. You are perfection and he’s a science experiment. You’re a beautiful eagle and he’s a fish stuck in a puddle. You have to pull him out of these slumps and dumps when you can.
Fix him some food, show him your favorite pictures that he’s taken. Maybe drag him to the chocobo farm! If all else fails drag him to bed and hold him as tight as you can.
Compliments fluster him. So shower him in them, especially on his insecurities.
Soft kisses on his lingering stretch marks, gentle strokes over his wrist, fast pecks all over his freckles. Draw constellations with your finger tips on his back. Run your fingers through his hair. Tell him he’s your world, your chocobabe. Your precious ray of sunshine.
He might start crying if you do. Kiss his tears away and never stop with the compliments.
Prompto is 100% the first to say “I love you.” He does it without hesitation and means it. He’s always genuine with his feelings for you. The only time he hides his feelings is when you’re upset. He never wants to add to your stress.
Prom is GREAT at making you feel better. He makes it his number one goal to make you smile when your day is bad and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t succeed.
He’s bad at telling you how much he loves you so he does it in words or gestures. Giving you small love notes, kissing your hands, forehead, your lips.
He has no shame in where and when he kisses you either. Kiss in the regalia? You bet! Kiss after crownsgaurd training? Yes! Before training? Of course. In the shower? Yes. When you wake up? Yup! Before bed? You get the point.
Prompto truly worships every aspect of you. The fact you can love someone like him proves that you’re an absolutely amazing being and he will never take you for granted.
Thank you so much! Feedback is just the most incredible thing to receive; it honestly makes my day (if not week, month…)
This was a super cute request! So
damn sweet I needed to see a dentist. I’m not much of a romantic but I love
sappy stuff like this. Saying that, these turned out more feels-heavy than I
anticipated. Also, a heck of a lot longer…
Anyway, here they are. Hope you like them, let me know. ❤
Words: 2900 (this got out of
hand…)
SFW
Warnings: Alcohol (tipsy/merry
level), mentions of neglect, bereavement, aftermath of trauma. ;-;
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