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it’s the way he snickers when you pretend you didn’t stumble on your way over to him, or maybe the way you grin at his awkward choice of words when it comes to speaking to you. either way, the two of you have something oddly endearing. ignis will shake his head fondly as he watches the two of you walk side by side, close enough to brush hips although not quite. noctis will only do it to make you laugh, a sweet sound he can’t help but mimic.

his social skills often lack, but his love shows in the smallest ways. holding up his fork, a tomato stabbed in the pointed edges, as a silent offering for you to take. in return, he takes whatever you don’t like the next time. a head rested on your lap, black hair splayed out as he shifts around and tries to get comfy. it’s a sign he trusts you, even with little things like that.

he is also a yearner, through and through. even older noctis, who admires the way you trace his scruff and preen at his lapel. eyes following your every move with nothing but pure adoration; a king soft as mush in the creases of your palm.

his hand’ll reach for yours in the middle of the night, pawing at the sheets until it finds the warmth of your pulse. it only takes a try or two before he succeeds, though. it’s like he knows where you are, even when his eyes are blurred with sleep and soft yawns slip past his lips.

ᯓ IGNIS’ love is thoughtful, something that can be easily passed off as minuscule but one thing you can’t miss is the way it roots itself into the hearth of your core.

on his trips or outings he may take with the boys, he’ll never admit it (and you’ll have to find out by yourself), but whenever noctis takes over the wheel for a while, ignis’ eyes are glued to the scenery in hopes of finding ingredients for a new recipe he can bring home to you.

ignis is often very busy with his royal duties and escorting the prince around, but you’re always on his mind in one way or another — inhabiting the space in his prefrontal cortex and worming around in unorthodox ways, even little stuff reminding him of you.

you complain about how your feet have been hurting for a while? ignis is already there with lotion and comfortable shoes. you need a bit more salt on your food? ignis is already getting up from the table to fetch it from the kitchen for you.

he never expects, let alone asks, for anything of the sort in return. it brings him joy knowing he can do something for you, and he fancies it an admirable trait of his. if you were to ever do something back, or also show your love through acts of service, he’d try to politely decline with a soft smile before you insist. it’s got him thinking about it for days on end, and he swears his heart beats a bit too quickly the following week.

older ignis would especially appreciate this considering his lack of sight, and he only finds salvation within the loving pads of your fingers tapping at his wrist.

ᯓ PROMPTO’s love is bright, too warm to be contained in one vessel; like the head of a flashlight cradled in your palm, beaming rays seeping through the cracks in your fingers and leaking out in vivid streams.

he talks the boys’ ears off with fun facts or small things that remind him of you — which is more like everything, because he constantly finds correlations to things you like and stuff they see on the road. thumbing at the buttons of his camera for the day only to find a selfie you and him took, it makes his heart flutter and his cheeks hurt with the painted smile on his face. gladio doesn’t even have to ask what’s got him smiling, he already knows.

and when he sees you, he can’t help but feel on top of the world. he loves talking to you, and words for affirmation / quality time he definitely does adore. he’ll listen to you speak, practically buzzing as he waits for his turn once you’ve asked him about what he likes, or you’ve started talking about what you like. prompto wants to know you to your very core, the same way his ribs are splayed open with your sweet words wrenching their way into him; bared open for you to see.

falls head over heels for you and will constantly make excuses just to see you. all he craves is a hand on his and a smile on your face. that’s all it takes. he has this thing where if he doesn’t have his camera on him, and he sees a really nice sight, his brain’ll conjure up the perfect aperture and filters and everything for an imaginary photo he only wishes he could take. your smile is one of the things he wishes he could always catch.

you’ve made a home in his heart that beats with a happy signal every time he sees you — almost like a doorbell that always knows when you’re home.

ᯓ GLADIOLUS’ love is protective, a rock with a mess of lava and sunlight bundled up inside of him with ties too tight, where everything ends up spilling out of him anyway.

being the royal shield, his nature and job is naturally to protect. his friends, his family, his honor. gladio doesn’t mind it, in fact, he welcomes it. within the warmth of his grasp, he hopes you find solace because that’s the only way he can rest. he’s constantly looming over you, even without a hand on your shoulder, you can feel his heat radiating off of him.

anybody who sees the two of you will see a tall, dark figure constantly behind you; fooled by the intimidating shadow of your boyfriend constantly lurking around you. gladio’ll even try to fool you himself, but all it takes is a soft hand in his hair and a smile thrown his way and all of a sudden he’s just a big dope. trace over his scars and he’s resisting the urge to get down on one knee.

no matter how tough he thinks he is, gladiolus is never too tough for you. you wanna show him a flower you found in the garden? hell yeah, he’ll keep it in the front pocket of his shirt all day. you wanna go to lestallum? sure, let him just stock up on gas and you’ll go.

and if you manage to get along with his family, he’s absolutely whipped for the rest of his life. seeing iris drag you along the city makes him grin with ease, noctis clapping a hand on his back as he huffs out a small chuckle.

gladiolus amicitia is a true believer that stars dim out just to let you shine, and he’ll tell you as such however many times you crave so long as you are looking for proof that you are worth loving.

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Noctis:

As the prince of Insomnia, he doesn't always have time to see you. He would love nothing more than to spend the day either with his head in your lap, napping away or on a boat, fishing.

But life isn't fair and he has to sit in countless of council meetings that all seem to be about unnecessary rules that no one needs.

So he will take any chance he can get to see you. Pretending to forget something at home and asking you to bring it to him to the castle, no matter if for a meeting or training.

Even in public he will not shy away to take any chance he can get to steal a kiss.

He will do whatever he can to drag the moment out before he had to get back to whatever he was doing.

But he just can't help but kiss you when no one is looking.

He wished he could just live a normal life. Not royalty, just a normal guy who can kiss his partner without having to worry about the press taking pictures and making a scandal about ridiculous stuff.

But as the crown prince, he has to be careful and luckily he has best friends who adore the both of you enough to help you out. Prompto always knows places no one else knows, mostly from looking around for places to take pictures. Ignis will interrupt meetings and pretend he needs Noctis for a moment, giving the prince a chance to sneak off with you for a few minutes and get a clear head before he has to get back.

And Gladio is the biggest help, his bulky frame is perfect to hide you two from paparazzis and his charm working wonders to distract people while you can have a moment for your own.

Prompto:

Prompto is a shy guy. At least when its about your relationship. He never had a partner before so his anxiety makes him worry about small things. But now that you are already dating for a bit, he started to get bolder.

He still feels shy to kiss you when others are nearby, prefering to share a kiss in privat.

So there might be times like tonight. All of you are at Noctis apartment, Ignis is currently busy in the kitchen, making food for the group.

Gladio is on the couch, a book in hand while Noctis nasp next to him, tired after training today.

You and Prompto were setting the table for dinner when he glanced around shyly, noticing that none of the others were watching you, he took the chance, leaning over the table to press his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.

But he was so busy to check if someone was watching, he didnt notice the glass that was standing too close to the edge and when he leaned over the table he knocked it over, causing the glass to roll of the table and shatter loudly.

Now Prompto was not only embarrasset for kissing you but also for causing all this trouble.

His face is cherry red as he stutters around nervously. He doesn't even notice that his friends are more proud of him for getting over his shyness than be mad about a glass.

Gladio:

Now Gladio, he doesn't hide how much he loves to kiss you.

He will use any chance to throw his big arms around you, pulling you close or even just holding hands. He loves keeping you close to him, not only because he is trained to be a bodyguard.

It doesn't matter if you just take a walk, watch him train or spend a quiet evening on the couch, both of you calmly reading, he will randomly bend over to kiss you.

He is not ashamed to kiss you no matter where you are!

Or so you thought!

Because there is one person that makes Gladio worried enough that he barely dares to take your hand.

And that is his little sister Iris. Not because he is afraid of her or something.

But he wants to keep his little sisters innocence. And it would be contradictory if he preaches to her to wait until marriage and get caught making out with his partner. So he made the rule that there will be as little pda as possible when his sister is there.

But that doesn't stop him from kissing you, he just has to get creative. Waiting until Iris left the room to quickly lean towards you and kiss you hungrily. As soon as he heard footsteps, he pulls away quickly, acting as if nothing happens.

One day you will let him in on the secret that Iris knows whats going on, purposfully leaving randomly because she knows how much her big brother loves you.

Ignis:

Ignis is a special case. He is not embarrassed about his relationship with you but he just prefers to not show his affection publicly for everyone to see. His friends know, his family knows and he doesn't care about the rest.

But he is a very passionate man when its about his job. He still gives you kisses when you come and visit him in the castle but instead of the lips, he will rather press a kiss on the back of your hand.

It always makes you feel like royalty when he bows before you, his eyes staring intensly at you.

But there are days like today, the council is annoying as always, claiming that some old outdated rule can't just be changed while both the king and the prince are annoyed at them, just wanting to end the discussion.

You were already at the castle, often visiting him at his office when he texts you if you could bring him some documents from his desk.

It was nothing new and while the council at first freaked out about it, they didn't dare to speak against the king who would often tell you how happy he is that Ignis has someone to help him get his mind off work.

So when you are not surprised that King Regis was the first to greet you as you walked in, gladly taking any distraction from the council members still arguing over something silly.

As you lean slightly forward to place the papers before Ignis, he moved quickly, just meeting your lips for a quick peck. "Thank you darling." he says, smiling softly at you before he turns to the papers, his face hardening again.

"As I was saying-"

You didn't even listen to him, trying not to let it show how embarrassed you were from this small show of affection. Especially as you notice how Noctis and his father both give you smiles and a thumbs up.

The night was quiet, and the stars above were the only witnesses to your departure. The journey to Hammerhead was cold and lonely, the silence only broken by the crunch of gravel under your shoes.

You made your way along the path, the lights of Hammerhead growing closer with each step. The thought of leaving the group behind weighed heavily on your heart, but you had made your decision.

As you finally reached the base of Hammerhead, Cindy, who was working late into the night, noticed your arrival. She looked up from her project, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of you alone.

"Well, now, ain't that a sight," she remarked in her soft drawl, taking in your state. "What're you doin' here this late and by yourself, darlin'?"

"i left the guys."

Cindy's curious expression quickly turned to surprise. "Left the boys, huh? Ain't that somethin'. What happened there, if you don't mind me askin'?"

"just- realised i never belonged."

Cindy's brow furrowed at your words, a hint of concern in her eyes. "Never belonged? What makes you say that?"

"At the end of the day, we girls can't afford to stay with the boys." you chuckled.

Cindy raised an eyebrow at your chuckle, a puzzled look on her face. "Why's that, darlin'? Nothin' wrong with a girl hangin' with the fellas."

"i caught feelings." you said, gripping onto your belongings.

Understanding dawned in Cindy's eyes as you confessed. She looked at you with empathy, seeing the pain behind your words. She took a seat on a nearby crate and patted the spot next to her, gesturing for you to sit. "Come on, sit down. Let's talk."

You hesitantly joined her, sitting on the crate and placing your belongings beside you. The night air was still and quiet, the only noise coming from the faint sounds of machinery and distant crickets.

Cindy looked at you, her voice soft in the moonlight. "So, you been likin' one of the boys, huh? Can't blame ya, they're handsome fellas. Which one was it, if ya don't mind me askin'?"

"Prompto" The thought of him sent tingles down your spine as you spoke his name out loud.

"Ah, Prompto. He's a good kid. Real peppy, always crackin' jokes. Can't really blame ya for falling for him."

She paused, her eyes studying your face, "But somethin' tells me it ain't as simple as just likin' him, is it?"

You played with your bracelets as you spoke nervously, a bit worried for Cindy's judgement of the situation you put yourself in.

"I felt like my feelings could potentially ruin the group dynamic so i left, realising I don't belong."

Cindy chuckled with empathy, "Sounds like a bit of a mess, darlin'."

"But it ain't your feelings that's ruining things. You have a right to feel the way you feel.

Cindy shifted slightly, turning to face you directly. "You ain't ruined nothin' by likin' Prompto. That's just how the heart works, can't always control who you fall for."

"it's fine! I'll get over it..."

Cindy could sense the resignation in your voice, and it tugged at her heartstrings. "It's not gonna be that easy, darlin'. Feelings like that don't just go away, especially not overnight."

You held your head up, looking at her sheepishly. "That's why I came here to ask you... If i could stay here, work, get my mind off of them?"

Cindy's face brightened at your request. "You wanna work here, huh? Well, we could always use an extra pair of hands. Plus, keepin' busy is a good way to keep your mind occupied."

She patted your back with a warm smile. "Sure, darlin'. You can stay and work. I'll teach you the ropes, and before you know it, you'll be a regular mechanic here at Hammerhead."

"thanks"

Cindy gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "No need to thank me, darlin'. We all need a fresh start sometimes, and that's what Hammerhead's all about. New beginnings."

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Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. You found solace in the rhythm of the garage, the familiar hum of machines and the hum of the desert night lulling you into a sense of peace. Your days were filled with the scent of oil and the occasional banter with Cindy and Cid, the gruff yet affectionate owner of the garage.

The work was challenging at times, but you found comfort in the routine. The distance from Prompto and the guys allowed you time to process your feelings and come to terms with your new life. Despite the occasional pang of friendsickness, you found a sense of belonging in your new role at Hammerhead.

Over time, you adapted to the garage life, your hands becoming calloused and greasy, your laughter and skills familiar to the regular visitors of Hammerhead, who welcomed you as one of their own.

But every now and then, thoughts of Prompto and the group would creep into your mind, like a faint whisper in the wind. You pushed them aside, reminding yourself of the reasons you had left in the first place. Still, the ache in your chest was undeniable, the memories and what-ifs lingering like a bittersweet perfume. It was a constant struggle, balancing the tranquility of your new life with the lingering pull of the past.

As the familiar sound of the Regalia's engine echoed through the air, you looked up from your work on a nearby car, your heart skipping a beat. It was the chocobros, here for some vehicle upgrades.

Noctis led the charge, followed closely by Ignis, Gladiolus, and... Prompto. Seeing them all again, so casually together, sent a pang of nostalgia and longing through you.

Hiding your feelings behind a neutral expression, you quickly tried to push down the emotions welling up within you. You feigned distraction, continuing to tinker with the car in front of you, hoping they wouldn't notice your internal struggle.

Cindy, however, had a keen eye for reading people. She noticed the flicker of emotion in your eyes as the group approached. She sidled up beside you, a knowing look in her eyes.

"You all right, darlin'?" she whispered, her voice low and understanding. "They can't see it, but I can."

"I'll be alright." You said, wiping oil grease from your cheek, giving her a reassuring smirk.

Cindy gave you a supportive smile, patting your back gently. "You've got guts, holdin' it together like this. 'Course you'll be alright. Just remember, I'm here if you need to vent, scream, or just a shoulder to lean on."

The rest of the group had been engrossed in their conversation, oblivious to your momentary struggle. Prompto's laughter echoed in the background, causing your heart to clench slightly as you tried to focus on your work.

The urge to run towards them and hug them all while spilling so many sorry's went through your mind for a split second, but you knew that won't do.

The guys approached the garage, peeking in at your figure working on some badass vehicles.

Everyone had noticed the transformation. With your new outfit, your voice resembling Cindy's Southern drawl, and your mannerisms changing to match hers, you had become a bit of a chameleon, blending into the environment of the garage.

Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus glanced your way, their eyes widening slightly as they took in your appearance and demeanour. But it was Prompto's reaction that caught your attention.

He stood there, stunned for a moment, his eyes wide as he stared at you. The gears in his head were clearly turning as he tried to reconcile the 'new you' with the person he once knew.

He seemed to be at a loss for words, the familiar banter and jokes that usually flowed effortlessly from him were nowhere to be found.

As the group settled in and started discussing the upgrades they wanted for the Regalia, Cindy smoothly took charge. She launched into a friendly negotiation with Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus, while Prompto lingered in the background, his eyes still resting on you occasionally.

You, however, tried to keep your focus on your work, pretending not to notice his glances. The sounds of the garage faded into the background as you tried to keep your hands steady and your mind clear.

Every so often, you'd catch a glimpse of Prompto in your peripheral vision, his eyes meeting yours before quickly averting them, looking a bit flustered. The air between you both was heavy with unspoken emotions, an invisible thread of tension stretching tight.

Cindy, ever observant, noticed the silent communication between you and Prompto. She suppressed a slight grin, her eyes flickering between the two of you as she continued her negotiations with the guys.

As they finalized the details with Cindy, the conversation wrapped up, and they began to prepare to leave. Prompto lingered a moment longer, his eyes still on you, his expression a mix of longing and hesitation.

The group sauntered out of the garage, heading toward the nearby restaurant, their voices carrying on the warm evening air. Cindy watched them go, then turned to you with a knowing smile.

"You sure you don't wanna join them, darlin'?" she asked, her tone gentle but laced with encouragement.

"it's better this way."

Cindy nodded understandingly, her smile turning slightly bittersweet. "I get it, darlin'. Sometimes, what you want and what you need are two different things."

As you continued to work on the car, your thoughts were a tangle of emotions. Seeing Prompto and the guys again had stirred up feelings you had been trying to suppress, and their departure left you with a mix of relief and a strange pang of emptiness.

Your heart ached with an unspoken longing, a silent plea for just one more moment, one more look into his eyes. The familiar banter, the laughter, the bond you used to share - it all seemed like a lifetime ago.

The hum of the car under your hands was a temporary distraction, but it couldn't drown out the persistent pull in your chest, the deep-seated desire to see Prompto again, to hear his voice, to feel his presence.

The hours ticked by, the sun slowly descending towards the horizon. The guys finished their meal and emerged from the restaurant, their voices echoing through the still night air as they discussed their plans for the night.

Your eyes found Prompto amongst the group, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the sunset. His gaze roamed over the garage and, for a moment, seemed to linger on you.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw Prompto's gaze fall on you for a moment. Reflexively, you ducked your head, using your long bangs and ponytail as a makeshift shield, hoping he hadn't noticed you watching him.

The sound of the guys' footsteps approaching sent a jolt through you, your senses hyper-alert to every sound and movement. You could hear them saying their goodbyes to Cindy.

Noctis sauntered over to you, an intrigued look in his eyes. He leaned against the hood of the car you were working on, observing you quietly for a moment before finally speaking.

"You've changed a lot, haven't you?" he noted, his voice nonchalant but his eyes studying you with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Still sharp, even in a new shell," he commented, his tone holding a hint of pride. "You're good at adapting."

You couldn't really speak up, although you felt like there was so much to say. You nodded in confirmation, getting back to work.

Noctis watched you silently for a moment, his expression a mix of confusion and a hint of frustration. It was clear he had more to say, but you had already shut him down. He gave a slight shrug, realizing that pushing further would be futile.

"Take care."

The guys climbed into the car, the Regalia's engine roaring to life as they pulled away from the garage, disappearing into the night.

The silence that settled over Hammerhead after they left felt deafening. The hum of the garage, the occasional rustle of the desert wind, and the beating of your own heart were the only sounds left in the stillness of the night.

The thought of them driving off into the night, continuing their adventures without you, stung more than you cared to admit. But you shook the thought away quickly, reminding yourself of the reasons you had left in the first place.

You turned your attention back to the car you were working on, determined to bury yourself in the familiar rhythm of the garage work. The sooner you lost yourself in the work, the sooner you could forget about the ache in your chest.

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The days were filled with the hustle and bustle of the garage, and the nights were spent catching up over the dinner table with Cindy and Cid, listening to their stories and sharing a few laughs.

Time had flown by in a blur of car repair and tire changes. The days had been long but filled with the fulfilling sense of accomplishment and routine. 11 months had passed since you had left the group, the pain of separation slowly fading into a dull ache you had learned to live with.

The nights were the hardest, when the silence of the garage seemed deafening, and the memory of Prompto's face would surface in your mind, unbidden.

The sound of the Regalia's engine roaring into the garage was a welcome yet unwelcome intrusion one day. You looked up from the car you were working on to see Noctis, Ignis, Gladiolus, and Prompto stepping out of the car, looking a bit weary but no worse for the wear.

They looked more seasoned, their faces sporting a few more scars, but their eyes were still filled with the familiar determination and bond they had shared since the beginning of their journey.

Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus greeted Cindy and Cid with some casual banter, their voices familiar and almost comforting. Prompto lingered a bit behind the rest, his eyes scanning the garage until they landed on you, as if time was repeating.

Your gazes met, and that familiar rush of emotions washed over you both. The weight of the past six months hung heavy in the air, a silent conversation passing between you both through the brief exchange of looks.

A mix of surprise, relief, and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on flickered in Prompto's eyes, but it was gone in an instant as Gladiolus said something, drawing his attention away from you.

You returned your focus to the car, pretending to be busy with tuning, but your heart was racing in your chest. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Prompto stealing furtive glances in your direction.

Every glance sent a jolt of electricity through you, reminding you of the chemistry you had shared before you left. The silence between you both felt heavy, filled with unspoken words, emotions, and a thousand questions.

You returned to your work, but the ache in your chest grew more insistent.

The evening descended upon Hammerhead, bringing a gentle coolness to the air. The stars above glittered like diamonds against the inky black canvas of the night sky.

The sound of footsteps in the garage startled you, breaking the peaceful silence of the night. You looked up to see the unmistakable silhouette of Prompto, framed by the dim light spilling in from the outside.

Prompto stood at the entrance of the garage, his lean frame casually rested against the door frame. His eyes were fixed on you, studying you intently. He didn't say anything for a moment, just watched you silently.

The air between you was thick with unspoken words, a thousand emotions swirling in the silence. Prompto's eyes were unreadable, his expression a mixture of curiosity.

You couldn't breathe, you couldn't speak.

Your heart stuttered in your chest as you met Prompto's gaze, and suddenly, you found yourself at a loss for words. Your mouth felt dry, your thoughts a tangled mess. It was as if his presence had sucked all the oxygen from the air, leaving you in a state of breathlessness.

You tried to say something, anything, but no words came out. You stared back at him, your eyes wide, your heart thudding loudly in your ears. The silence between you was deafening.

Prompto's gaze had changed. His eyes shone with a new, more masculine air, his once boyish features now sharpened and matured, giving him a more rugged and handsome look.

His blue eyes were like twin pools of shimmering water, seemingly drawing you into him. You noticed the freckles that sprinkle his tan skin like stars on a night sky. His hair was messy yet attractive, falling effortlessly in shaggy layers around his face.

You noticed this change as he looked at you. His gaze was no longer the playful and innocent gaze you had grown to know.

His gaze held a confidence that hadn’t been there before, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

Prompto seemed to sense your inner turmoil, the way your breath hitched and your eyes widened. His gaze softened slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his face.

Prompto pushed away from the door frame and began slowly making his way towards you. Each step he took was measured, his eyes never leaving yours. With every step, the distance between you seemed to shrink, the tension building silently.

As he closed the gap between you, you could see the myriad of emotions playing out in his eyes. He came to a stop just a few steps away from you, his hands shoved in his pockets.

"h-hello again..."

Prompto's expression softened further, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Hey."

His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if he was trying to gauge your response to his presence. He looked at you quietly for a moment more, his eyes searching your face.

The air was filled with a mix of uncertainty and anticipation, both of you teetering on the edge of something unspoken.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. You just stood there, watching each other. Prompto's eyes held an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, and there was a vulnerability in his expression that you had never seen before.

Suddenly, it was as if a dam burst. All the pent-up emotions, the months of silence, the questions left unasked, they all came rushing out at once.

Without a word, Prompto closed the remaining distance between you, his hands reaching out to grasp your arms. He pulled you towards him, his grip firm but gentle, his eyes never leaving yours.

You stumbled slightly as he tugged you closer, your body colliding against his. His breath was warm against your face, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart mirrored in your own chest.

He stood there, holding you tightly, his eyes roaming over your face, tracing the contours, studying your expression. His fingers started to rub small soothing circles on your skin, sending small frissons of electricity down your spine.

The kiss was sudden and intense, his lips claiming yours with a desperate hunger. It was as if months of pent-up frustration, longing, and unspoken words were poured into that single gesture.

Your mind went blank for a moment, surprised by the sudden contact. But then, a wave of desire washed over you, and your body responded on instinct. Your arms reached up to grip his shirt, pulling him closer, as you returned the kiss with equal fervor.

His hands moved from your arms and settled on the sides of your face, holding you as he deepened the kiss. It was as if the months apart had never happened, the chemistry between you still as strong as ever.

The sound of the boys calling out for Prompto shattered the moment, reminding you that the outside world existed.

Reluctantly, you both pulled away from each other, your breaths ragged and your eyes slightly dazed.

You looked into each other's eyes, both of you trying to regain your composure, the passion of the kiss still lingering on your lips. Prompto looked torn, his gaze reluctantly moving towards the sound of the guys' voices.

You could see the struggle on his face, the desire to stay with you and the pressure to return to the group. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go, taking a step back, putting some distance between you again.

Prompto gave you a small, almost rueful smile, his eyes locking with yours. "Yeah, I'll make sure I do more damage to the Regalia during our trips..." He said, indicating they were all here because of his little mischief.

He glanced back over his shoulder at the direction the guys' voices were coming from. "Duty calls," he said reluctantly, a hint of disappointment in his tone.

Taken by surprise, Prompto stumbled back towards you, his mouth forming a small 'o' as you pulled him in for another kiss. The unexpected gesture caught him off guard, but after a moment, he melted into the kiss, his arms encircling your waist as he held you tightly.

When you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath still a bit ragged. "Wait for me?" he asked, his voice a soft whisper.

"like i always do."

Prompto's breath hitched at your words, and for a moment, he just held you tighter, his eyes searching yours. A mixture of emotions flickered across his face - surprise, hope, and a touch of disbelief.

He closed his eyes and let out a slow exhale. "Damn it," he muttered as if he was both frustrated and relieved. "I can't leave now knowing you need me, can I?"

Prompto pushed you against the garage wall, his body pressing against yours as he captured your lips in another fervent kiss. The cool night air was a contrast against the heat between you. His hands explored the curves of your body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

The world around you seemed to fall away, the only thing that existed being the two of you, your bodies pressed together, your breaths mingling in the dark. His lips left kisses against your neck, tasting and teasing, igniting a fire that you thought had died months ago.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of footsteps followed by a collective gasp. You looked up to see Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus staring at you two, their mouths hanging open.

They stood there, completely taken aback by the sight of you and Prompto locked together against the garage wall. You both froze, your eyes widening in surprise and slight embarrassment at being caught.

Noctis was the first to break the silence, a shocked and almost comical expression on his face as he looked between the two of you. "What the hell?" he blurted out.

Ignis and Gladiolus were both speechless, their eyes wide as they tried to process what they were witnessing. Gladiolus whistled low, breaking the silence with a low, appreciative "damn."

Prompto pulled away from you, his hands still holding onto your waist as he turned to face the others. He looked sheepish and a bit guilty, a flush creeping up his cheeks. "Uh, Hey guys..."

Noctis pinched his nose and you pushed Prompto lightly towards them. "You gotta go."

Prompto gave you an almost pleading look, as if he didn't want to leave, but seeing your insistence, he reluctantly let go of you, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Noctis, still looking utterly bewildered, just shook his head slightly, mumbling something along the lines of "I can't believe this." Ignis, chuckled at the prince's comment.

Ignis and Gladiolus had similarly surprised expressions on their faces, though Gladiolus just looked amused and somewhat impressed. He clapped a hand on Prompto's shoulder as they started walking back to the Regalia, Prompto throwing one last glance back at you before disappearing into the night.

The ache in your chest was replaced by a feeling of affection as you anticipated your next encounter with Prompto, envisioning another good memory to cherish.