Will You Be My Princess [Final Fantasy XV Drabble Set]

Beautiful You

My Princess...You are my true beauty

N O C T I S   L U C I S   C A E L U M

They say eyes are the windows to the soul and Noctis was a firm believer of that. He can tell what a person was thinking about or even how they're feeling by just look at them in the eye. But your eyes, Noctis could could look at them all day. Your [e/c] orbs always held a certain twinkle that the young prince fell in love with.

"Hey Noct--" you looked up at the prince but was cut off when you noticed him staring at you intensely. You raised your brow at Noctis, this wasn't the first time you had caught him staring at you in a weird manner. 

Noctis on the other hand was too busy staring at you to realize that you were talking to him. He was lost in those eyes of yours, hypnotized by you alluring gaze. It was only did you snap your fingers in front of his face did he return back to reality. 

"Oi Noct." you called out again, snapping your fingers in front of your face. 

Noctis quickly shook his head, cutting his trance to see you staring at him with a cocked brow. 

"Why do you always stare at me so weirdly?" you asked. "Is there something on my face?" 

"It's nothing." the prince simply replied. "You're just beautiful." 

You then felt your face glow, but a you chuckled at Noctis sudden comment. "Werido." you teased. Your lips turned into an upwards grin, making your eyes curl the shapes of a a half-moon. 

At the sight of your smiling eyes, Noctis couldn't help but smile back. 

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P R O M P T O   A R G E N T U M

If there was anything Prompto loved to wrap his arms around more than anything, it was definitely your waist. He adored the feeling of having your body fit perfectly in his arms as he hugged you close against him holding you firmly by the waist.

"[Name]!" the bubbly blonde yelled out at you.

You turned around and peered at your boyfriend. Unlike the usual glow you had in your eyes, they were instead filled with an unfamiliar glint of fury. "What." you muttered coldly, turning your back towards the blonde male.

Prompto's shoulder slumped at your response. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked.

You continued to huff at him. "You're the one thats wrong." you spat back. Usually you didn't mind the bubble personality of Prompto, but sometimes there were times when things got out of control. Due to Prompto's stupidity, he had accidentally knocked you over while he was performing one of his dumb stunts, causing your head to hit hard against the wall. You knew it was an accident, but you couldn't help but be upset, the bruise that formed on your forehead was hideous. 

"Aww c'mon [Name], don't be like that." Prompto cried. 

Crossing your arms across your chest you continued to ignore him. Suddenly a pair of arms circled around your waist from behind causing you to yelp in shock. "Hey!"

"[Name]." Prompto continued to whine, he tightened his grip around your waist, not having any plans to let go. He pulled you closer until your back was resting against his chest. "I'm sorry okay?' he finally apologized. 

You breathed out a sigh in defeat. There was no way you could remain mad at him. The boy was just too bloody adorable. "Fine, I forgive you." 

A wide grin spread across Prompto's face. He then spun you around so you were facing him. "Really?" he asked. 

You nodded. "But, it's not gonna fix this hideous bruise I have on my forehead." you grumbled.

Prompto chuckled, and with his fingers he swept up the hair that covered the yellowish-purple bruise that adorned your forehead. "It's not that bad." he commented.

"No!" you cried and quickly, brought your hands up try and comb your hair back over the bruise. "I look ridiculous!" 

But Prompto thought otherwise. Leaning close, he then planted a small kiss on the yellow blemish. "You look beautiful." 

.

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G L A D I O L U S   A M I C I T I A

His thumbs traced the delicate skin gently, as if it'll break under his touch. Unlike his hands, your hands were very soft to the touch. But he couldn't understand how hands could feel so gentle to the touch. Gladiolus continued to peer at your hands. Not only were they soft, they were also very small. It bewildered him to know that such small hands could fit around his big ones.

"So small." he commented, oblivious to the fact that he had said it out loud.

You giggled at Gladiolus as he stared at your hands with an evident frown. "What is it?"

"Your hands." the big male clarified. "They're so small." 

You chuckled. "Well I am a girl." you smiled. You then took hold you Gladiolus' other hand, doing the same to him. Indeed you hands did look tiny compared to his. You fingers caressed the bumpy skin. The many years of fighting and hard work cause Gladiolus hands to be rough and calloused to the touch. Dried up skin from old blistered spotted his palms from the tight grip he had always held on the hilt of his sword. "Your hands are big." you commented. They were the hands of a true man. And it was needless to saw, you adored these hands of his. 

Gladiolus chuckled, his gruff voice echoed in your ear. "What can I say, I'm a big man." 

"I love your hands." you suddenly said, entwining your fingers with his.

Gladiolus looked at you in surprise at your sudden statement. But his face softened into a small smile. Bringing your hands up to his lips, he then kissed your hands softly between your knuckles. "And I love your hands too." 

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I G N I S   S C I E N T I A

A

smile is something that looks beautiful on anyone and warms the coldest of hearts. If even for an instant, a smile is an uplifting feeling and show of charm. A smile is a silent secret language that shares trust and emotion. And to Ignis, your smile was just perfect. He loved watching the way your lips tilted upwards, or the way your laughed when you read your books. 

"Are you okay Ignis?" you asked, looking up from your book when you realized how unusually quiet he was.

"I'm just thinking about things." Ignis replied cooly, pushing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.

"You're really quiet." you said, your lips tilted to a slight frown. 

Ignis' heart dropped at the sight of your frowning lips. "Don't worry about me [Name]." he said. 

You continued to frown, placing your book back down on the table and closing the cover. "If there's anything you want to talk about, you know I'm here for you." you said, "C-cause you know.." you blushed. "That's what girlfriends are for." you murmured quietly. 

Ignis took hold of your hands with his, lacing his fingers with yours. "Thank you [Name]." 

Your worried eyes softened and a smile made it's way to your lips. Ignis' heart fluttered at the sight once more. He loved your smile, he adored the way your eyes sparkled when you did so. To Ignis, he didn't think there was anything more beautiful.