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Prompto Argentum
(Note: this will take place in the first five years after Noct is taken by the Crystal)
You and Prompto have been together for about four years after you two literally ran into each other in the Citadel lobby.
He had just started his Crownsguard training, and you were an assistant to one of the King's council members.You were carrying papers that were stacked pretty high, and he was so nervous about training that he didn't see you walking towards him.
When y'all collided, you were fine, but your papers flew everywhere. And I mean everywhere. They were still finding papers a few months later.
As soon as you hit each other, Prompto was snapped out of his daze and his beautiful blue eyes were wide with fear. He'd already fucked up, and he hadn't even started!
He was quick to try and help you gather the papers, and it was when he looked you in the eyes that he accidently asked you out. Even years later, you would tease him: "How do you accidently ask someone out?" "It just slipped, okay?!"
Coming back to present, he was really nervous. It had happened during a pretty peaceful day about a year after Noct disappeared. You two were just chilling in Hammerhead, waiting for your next hunt. You were inside Takka's old diner, sitting in one of the few remaining booths.
Prompto's arm was around your shoulders, keeping you close against him, and you had rested your head against his shoulder. As he watched you fall asleep, he knew that he wanted to marry you.The thought was surprising, to say the least, and he immediately tensed up, which woke you up.
"What's wrong, Prom?"
"It's nothing, (N/n). Get some rest, 'kay?"
He sat on that thought for almost another five years before he actually asked.
This time it was after a hunt. The daemons had been getting stronger over the past couple years, and this was the first night he thought he wouldn't come back alive. And as soon as he saw you in Hammerhead, waiting for him, he almost broke down.You two had been intimate before, but that night was ... something else. Prompto was frantic, almost like he wasn't sure he was still here with you. (You wouldn't know what had happened on that hunt until a few years later). And it was rough. Not like he was never rough during sex; he'd get that way sometimes, more often than not after a taxing hunt. But that time he was sloppy, and afterwards he was more cuddly than usual.
That's when it slipped. ——— "(Y/n)," Prompto mumbled into your shoulder, your back flush with his chest as his lips ghosted across your skin. His arms around you tightened as his nose nuzzled into your hair. You hummed, consciousness quickly fading. You were nearly asleep when he spoke up.
"Marry me."
That got you awake, and you shot up, bringing him with you. You turned to face him, to maybe find some sort of sign that he had been joking or not. But he hadn't been; his eyes were focused on you, and you were quickly falling into them.
