bewachen : to guard

for now, i wanna try to get caught up on my drafts. ( i only have a couple )

@bewachen​  ||  LIKED for a CUDDLE STARTER

It wasn’t often, if ever, that Vaux left the wonderfulness of Altissia for the mainland - but a hefty delivery of priceless clothing had to be made in person and once he had done so, the tailor had returned to his hotel for the evening - a few days, he had hopes, of peace away from the bustle of his usual life. A working holiday, if you will. 

Lestallum wouldn’t have been his first choice of places to go to relax, but since his delivery had been made there, he thought it best to not stray too far given his lack of knowledge of the area. The Leville was wonderful enough to stay in, if not somewhat dated, and the bar that evening seemed just wonderful to perch within and soak in the atmosphere.

Unfortunately, Vaux did not look like most people - his elegance and general style was beyond what most would accept or attempt and it often bought him all kinds of attention. Some, if not most, was innocent and merely curious - that evening, however, it had gained him the uncomfortable company of someone pressing for his contact details and attempting to get far closer than the tailor wanted. 

Thus, imagine the brief moment of relief in which he felt when another male walked in - with such a kind face (among other features-). A delicate hope blossomed within his chest that the small chance he had of finding aid subtly would work;  “Good evening, sweetheart! I’ve been waiting for you-” He chimes, a soft flourish of a hand - elegant - as he takes just a few steps to meet the male - so tall! - and to loop a gentle arm around his waist; smiling. A hug, leaning against his side; “You’re a little late, I was so worried—”

Please play along, please- 

And after a moment - the unwanted company he had gained seemed to have vanished and Vaux, though somewhat shaken, breathed a sigh of relief; “I am so very sorry-” He began; “Only… that fellow was utterly refusing to leave me alone and… well, you had such a kind face- I thought perhaps you would play along just long enough to see him gone—” And for that he was thankful - even as he raised a hand to readjust sparkling earrings and gentle curls of which fell over his shoulders. 

“Perhaps you will allow me to buy you a drink as a thank you?”

Gladiolus has played this song and dance before—more often for women than for men, but who was he to complain when such a pretty face gave him a hug? His first instinct is to fight whatever fuckhead caused this beautiful person to feel the urge to pretend that they were a couple, but still, that probably wasn’t what this person wanted. 

“Hey babe, sorry I’m late—you know, got caught up at work.” He wraps an arm around the man’s waist easily, making sure to keep his grasp respectful and above the waistline too. Gladiolus was a man that loved to fuck and be fucked, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t respectful toward strangers and partners alike. 

@bewachen​ replied:  Gladio thinks that’s one whole mood.

Join him - he accepts company :)

       it makes him feel both relieved and terrified that gladio is the one that came out of the tent and followed him here. he wants to feel strong in front of him, wants him to think that he can handle himself. now he just felt weak and kind of embarrassed. crying wasn’t manly, at least not his definition. crying in front of gladio wasn’t exactly gaining him brownie points for strength, either. but there’s a sudden softness, subtle as it is in gladio’s features, he sees it and he knows. 

       prompto had always picked up on the fact that the shield seemed to be sweeter around him, at least when the two were alone anyway. they had their quiet moments, stolen glances, soft words of affirmation. gladio makes comments here and there about how far he’s come, how well he did that day, and it makes him feel like he’s not messing anything up. tired eyes look up at his friend once more when he grabs his chin, gaze forced to meet the other’s. for once, prompto doesn’t feel ashamed of his emotions. for this split second he convinces himself that it’s okay to cry, to crumble to the point of another having to pick up the pieces. he doesn’t mind being broken so long as it’s gladio to piece him back together.

       a soft chuckle passes his lips, nodding his head while he brings his arm up to wipe at his tear stained cheeks. slowly, his palms meet the gravel beneath them and he crawls forward until he reaches gladio. he settles between the muscular man’s legs, his own winding around gladio’s waist. ❛ still, ❜ he mumbles, more to himself than the other, ❛ i should’ve asked first. it’s just … ❜ he cuts himself off, mentally making a note to stop talking. gladio likes him, it was okay. he rubs his hands against his jeans and hesitantly one arm comes up to wrap around his shoulders, the other allowing his hand to tangle his fingers into the shield’s hair. 

       his eyes rake over every detail of gladio’s face, taking all of him within the few moments he gets to be this close to him. it’s a privilege to see the older man like this, something that he doesn’t take lightly. ❛ i’m sorry for waking you, ❜ prompto frowns, his own nose brushing against gladio’s before his eyes flutter shut and he leans in to close the distance between their lips. he kisses him softly, more sure of himself this time, and a lot slower. he wants to savor the taste of him, the feeling of their lips pressed together, all of him.

Gladiolus waits patiently as Prompto readies himself, wipes away his tears. He’s being more patient than usual, more willing to wait. If anything, Prompto inspires him to be a better person, and that’s definitely a good thing, isn’t it? Gladiolus’ gaze is warm as he watches Prompto speak. “It’s fine, Prom. You were caught up in the heat of the moment. It’s okay.” 

He lets out a soft hum when Prompto tangles his fingers in his hair. Lets himself close his eyes for a moment and simply enjoy the close contact. Sure, he has had flings on their journey, but they don’t mean anything. This kiss—hell, Promto has always meant something to Gladiolus. 

“Again, it’s fine. Geez, Prompto, if you keep apologizing I’m gonna shut you up with a kiss.”  That doesn’t happen though. Instead, Prompto kisses him, and it’s the most perfect thing in the world—soft, tender, glorious. Gladiolus pulls Prompto flush against his chest. He wants him to feel the way his hear this hammering in his chest—wants him to feel the warmth of his skin.