"Prompto!" The blond hoisted you up in his arms, giving you no warning at all. Your arms snaked around his neck to keep yourself balanced, your (e/c) eyes wide. "What are you doing?!"
"You're hurt," the blond frowned, blue-violet hues meeting your own. In them, you could see the concern, the worry that filled his being. Heaving a sigh, you settled into his hold, resting your head on his shoulder.
"Thanks, Prom."
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FFXV Drabbles/Oneshots {📥}REQUESTS OPEN{📥}
FanfictionJust some things I've thought up while playing FFXV. If you have any requests for certain characters or story lines, DM me.
