So idk how much longer your ask is gonna be open, but if you get around to it, I wanna see how the chocobros would react to their S/O calling them daddy accidentally. Thank you! I love your writing!
OMG! I was just thinking of writing a free form drabble on this! Can you read my mind! This is going to be so adorable it’s going to be horrible! Horra-adorble! (I originally had another for Gladdy, but you’ll get that later. ;) )
“I’ll be back about 7, you sure you don’t wanna come?” You called to the couch of your lump of a boyfriend, already knowing the answer since it was raining.
“No thanks.” Noctis called, as you checked your belongings one more time. “Do you have your keys?”
You laughed as you walked over to the man, leaning forward as you pressed a kiss against his lips, hearing your phone jingling, seeing your Father calling you. Meaning he was downstairs to pick you up for your family dinner with your great aunt who was in town, when all you wanted to do was cuddle with your Prince.
“I do now.” You giggled, sliding your phone to silent, only to gasp as Noctis pulled a hand to the back of your neck.
“Just a few more to hold you over.” He replied, more kisses littering your red painted lips, as you phone buzzed again. “Better get going.”
You rolled your eyes playfully to your boyfriend, “Sure, Daddy.”
Both of you froze, it was a slip, you didn’t mean it, Hell! You couldn’t recover!
Noctis blinked those bright blue eyes in confusion, “I’m not a, Father.”
You petted his head, “Of course you aren’t sweetie, I’ll be back soon. Love you!” You yelled all but sprinting out the apartment door.
You bounced, all those days practicing with Prompto and you got your first bullseye! Plus the recoil damage no longer hurt, well not as bad.
“You did it!” “Prompto cheered, as you lowered your earmuffs.
“All thanks to you,” You smiled, as Prompto took his gun, magicking it away as he scooped you up in his arms for a spin.
“I think this calls for a celebration, take-out, King’s Knight and cuddles?” He smiled, twirling you.
You beamed, head still rushing with excitement, “Sure thing, Daddy.” Only as the words left your mouth, did you realized the stupid mistake you made, inwardly groaning.
Prompto smiled brightly, before tilting your head up to him, “I’d knew you’d agree, Mama.”
You gasped, at the large hand than barely missed your head, ducking out the way, as you rolled into a crouch.
A friendly sparring match between you and your boyfriend was always a good way for the two of you to release the week’s tension, and often how many of your arguments got solved. Both of you never went for a kill shot, but there were many close calls.
“Gotta be faster than that, babe!” Gladiolus called, throwing a left haymaker at you.
You squeaked, dodging out the way, wrapping both your arms around the man’s forearms, at the same time shifting all your weight, as you spun. Bending over, as you lifted the man over your head with a loud roar, before slamming him into the ground.
The two of you stood in shock, trying to process what happened, Gladiolus laying on his back, as you stared down at him. Only for the spell to break as you realized what happened
Panting heavily, you fucking did, you flipped your behemoth of a boyfriend over your shoulder, and now you didn’t have to do the dishes for a week!
“Ha ha I did it! Yes!” You yelled, before collapsing on the man, who knew that lifting the big guy would take every bit of energy you had in you.
“Nice job, babe.” Gladiolus chuckled, sitting up cradling you in his lap, as he pushed a kiss to you cheek.
You turned to the man, a huge smile on your face, “I kicked you ass big guy!”
“I know, I was there.”
“Fuck you, Daddy!”
Gladiolus smirked, “If you insist.”
You barely had time to react, as you were tossed over a shoulder. “Wait, no Gladdy, I said Gladdy! Come on I’m tired.”
“That’s cool, I only need you to lay there.”
“Uh fuck me.” You groaned letting out a gasp, at the hand slapping your ass.
“That’s the plan.”
You felt like the living dead, shuffling into the kitchen, your hair looked like a Chocobo’s nest, your robe somehow on your body, possibly out of sheer will power at this point, one sock on, the other sock was who knows where. Two all nighters, led you to this pageant beauty of a morning.
When you had woken up, you had realized the bed was empty, as your arm was splayed across Ignis’ side, yourself face down,mouth open, obviously snoring throughout your first night asleep in 48 hours. Only to smell breakfast floating through the apartment, meaning Ignis was being the perfect little dear, and making you something to help your fried body and mind. When all you really wanted was for the man to come back to bed.
“Good morning.” Ignis called.
You managed at what you hoped was a good morning, your blurry vision leading you hopefully to the table. Collapsing into a chair, as you held your head, it felt like you had a hangover. A work hangover!
“Here you are, my love.” Ignis called, placing a large mug of Ebony tea before you.
“Thanks, Daddy.” Your fried mind managed to get out, as you picked up the cup. You watched Ignis’s eyes widen slightly, before he chuckled, placing a kiss to your forehead.
“After breakfast, why don’t we retire back to bed.”
I just had got the image of Licht wearing Hyde’s glasses in my head and now I really want to see fan art of it XD Imagine Licht trying them on while he thinks Hyde is asleep but Hyde catches him and just goes “I didn’t think you could be more attractive but you are so cute right now! Let’s go out and buy matching glasses!”
i. because they named you untamable and asked you to bloom pretty and painted you in wheat fields looking at home in the wind but the world doesn’t always see you for who you are and the world never saw you like i did on a tuesday morning rising from the cracks in the sidewalk blossoming towards the wrong face of the earth the only thing unhomely in this burnt down city that has never known roots like a forest does and i could’ve plucked you but somehow i knew you won’t like the inside of my lover’s hands as much as i do so i left you like i found you and hummed a prayer to the rising sun that the birds sing you hymns that might take you far away from your fallen dreams of flight.
ii. because i saw you, i see you, and i know the world doesn’t always see you for how you want to be.
iii. you pull at your sweater tugging it just where your palms end, and start the cycle of asking the universe for redemption but that is for another night, so now the moon tells you to stop, to pause, to wait but patience only favors the kind and gravity has never been kind to you so you unravel all that you have woven to protect yourself from this burning heart, a gift that the stars forgot to take back you keep curling and uncurling your fists as the knots come tangled in your fingers your wrists stained from where you hid, where you clothed your grief. grieve. grieved. grieving such that sometimes your life feels like a graveyard and you wonder if you are death.
iv. i found you lost to the winter chill like a wildflower on the edges of a blurry tuesday morning.
Whenever you saw Emma and Hook around each other either alone or with a larger group, your mood declined heavily. You could go from an idle conversation with Snow and Hook, to complete silence when Emma showed up. In your mind you couldn’t compare to her ocean blue eyes, lovely blonde locks, and her bright smile that lit up an entire room. No, in your mind you weren’t even on the scale from one to ten compared to Emma Swan.
It’s so early the bedroom still has that hazy, new-morning
light look to it. There’s a stillness in the air from being undisturbed all
night, and everything is quiet.
Quiet except for the soft kisses that are being pressed
against your cheek, into your neck, and grazed along your shoulder through the
shirt you’re sleeping in.
They’re soft, and innocent, even when they suck or there’s a
nick of teeth. Occasionally he stops and buries his nose into whatever part of
you he’s focused on now and he just breathes in the scent of you mixing with
his after spending all night in his bed. It’s an endearing sign of the way he’s
absorbing every bit of you, but you think you’d laugh if you were nearer to a
proper state of consciousness.
Harry moves his body closer and the kisses move to the other
side of your neck and face. He sighs contentedly and you smile softly behind
closed eyes when he squeezes you with sleep-weakened arms.
“Gonna open your eyes for me, pet?” The question is scratchy
and full of sleep and you sink momentarily into the pillows when you stretch.
I wanted you to get me, you
Who always looked the other way
You who always saw him saw them
And lost me in the scattered light
Of blurry morning rushes and
Homework, screaming elfin brothers
I was the older, the mature
The statue to hang your clothes on
They were insects buzzing your ear
You never heard me over the
High-pitched irritants waving round
Your lack of time
You made me hate his easy smile
You made me hate his artless ways
And I almost lost everything
Because you never looked my way
I almost lost me, almost ran
Away, almost let him, him go
Seeing them as infestations
To spray and sweep away, almost
Almost lost the ones that know all
Early morning forts, jutted out lips
Mocking my lipstick, almost lost
The dearest jewels you’d sweep
Under the rug, bury in the
The smell of brewing coffee hit your nose, and you sighed, squeezing your eyes shut and pulling the covers around you tighter. The sunlight streaming in through the windows was much too bright, and you proceeded to bury your face into your pillow to hide from the morning.
◇ you lost your contacts and Namjoon decides to use the opportunity
‘’What exactly are you doing?’’ You jumped at the sudden question, silently cursing yourself. Not seeing well is not supposed to weaken your sense of hearing…so how the hell did he manage to get right behind you without you noticing it? If it was a normal day before he gets to sneak behind your back he would trip over his own foot, accidentally hit the couch and break the flower vase on a nearby table….
You felt his arms sneak around your waist and find their place on your hips and sighed loudly. It would be perfect if you could forget about everything and just stay with him like that, at least for a few silent minutes. But it would also be perfect if you could finally see things around you normally so you still had a mission to clear.
‘’Have you seen my contacts?’’ you asked while turning your head to look at Namjoon’s face, which was probably the only thing you could see clearly right now, considering it was only few inches away from yours. ‘’I’ve been trying to find them for at least an hour now!’’
‘’Why aren’t they at the usual place?’’ he placed a small kiss on your neck, not showing much interest for your struggle with contacts.
‘’I have no idea where I placed them after we came back last night! But I’m pretty sure I took the case out of the suitcase…’’ The only answer you got was silence and the kisses continued to be placed on your neck.
‘’Yah, what are you doing?’’ you turned in his arms. ‘’Aren’t you supposed to help me find them?’’
The smile he gave you was everything but innocent. ‘’Well, I don’t know…I’m pretty much enjoying the situation where you can see me only when I’m this close to you.’’
‘’I’m going to regret losing those contacts, aren’t I?’’ you sighed overly dramatically.
His face was even closer to yours now and his soft laugh sent shivers down your spine.
‘’Hm, I would rather say that you should be thankful.’’