Mistaken

Chapter 16: Mine

No words could describe how much Prompto hated the man who stood before him. Sol rolled his eyes at the handgun Prompto held up confidently, preventing any attempt he made to come closer. Don't even asshole.

"You do realize I knew you were here the entire time," Sol seemed quite nonchalant about the gun pointed at him. "I thought it'd be more rewarding getting rid of you and teach my beautiful wife-to-be a lesson," Prompto felt you shiver from Sol's words, creating urgency to get you far away from him as fast as possible.

"You're gonna have to look elsewhere. (Your Name) is never going to be your wife," Sol laughter was getting on his nerves.

"I'm assuming it's because she's meant to be yours?" Sol mocked, finding the idea quite entertaining.

"I think that much is obvious," Prompto replied, finding more strength in his actions feeling you grip the back of his jacket. "Since we've established that. Stay the fuck away from (Your Name),"

Sol whistled as if he was impressed. "Such big words coming from a little boy. I'll commend you for your tiny slither of courage there. But I'm afraid that's all I'll take it as, like a simple grain of salt," He took a step forward and seeing as Prompto didn't do anything, took another. Prompto knew he was being tested, but had lost all patience with the mocking man. Having quickly scanned Sol's ridiculously tight-fitting leather pants and cotton long sleeve ensemble, Prompto took an accurate shot at Sol's belt, dropping what also seemed to be the holster for twin daggers. The annoyance in Sol's expression told Prompto he had done well in making his point. Sol crouched down to pick up his holster, the blazing fury in the man's green eyes never breaking from Prompto's bright blue ones.

Within seconds, Prompto took another shot at Sol the moment he moved to grab and throw one of his daggers. A loud anguished bellow echoed throughout Meldacio, catching the attention of everyone in the cottage and around the area. You finally looked over to see what Prompto had done. Prompto's target wasn't the dagger that was about to be thrown at him, but the hand that belonged to the thrower. Dropping his dagger and the holster to stop the bleeding in his hand, Sol glared angrily up at Prompto who continued showing no remorse for his actions.

"You stay the fuck away from (Your Name)," Prompto repeated.

"You're going to regret taking a shot at me brat," Sol snarled, picking up his holster from the ground. Something glinted at the end of the matching dagger still sitting in the holster. Having seen what it was, made Prompto's blood turn cold.

"Not as much as you'll be regretting touching my woman," Prompto spat back. Sol growled angrily, only to be blocked by a wall of fire, created by none other than you.

"I believe Prompto asked you to leave Sol," You said.

Given that his wound hadn't stopped bleeding, Sol didn't waste any more time hanging around. Dalon was the one who drove in recklessly to pick his boss up, flipping the bird before driving off like a hooligan. You let the fire you created die out as the rest rushed to you both in a panic.

"When did you get so... bold?" Your eyes twinkling with intrigue as your question brought back the fond memory touched on moments before.

"Since you became all mine," Prompto answered cheekily, crashing his lips onto yours, smiling against your lips when you let out a content sigh.

"Good god. We rush over to check up on you both, only for you guys to make us sick by making out," Charlie groaned.

"Says the very girl who had a heated make-out session with Gladio, after driving here in sheer panic," Prompto retorted, grinning when his remark shut Charlie up, her face turning red.