Chocobros and Sleep-talking SO
He opens his eyes to see you cuddling his chest, wondering if he had heard you correctly.
“…stop…stop eating all of the cup noodles.”
He nearly bursts out laughing at the cute reason behind your sleepy scowl. He pats your head and plants a kiss on it, and you soon relax your face.
A few moments pass until he hears, “Now I’m calling you Fatty.” He lets a small chuckle escape for his adorable lover.
Prompto wakes up to you giggling in your sleep, and he smiles because your laugh is one of his favorite sounds in the world. As he gets lost watching you, he’s startled when he hears you call his name.
“Prom..Prom, look! The choco-chicks are so fluffy and cute…” you say happily amidst your laughter. “Really…just like your hair…”
Prompto pouts a bit at the comparison, but can’t help smiling and hugging you closer. “You’re the one as cute as a chocobo,” he mumbles before he closes his eyes again.
The prince awakens to you calling his name. He almost asks you what’s wrong, until he sees your sleeping face fixed in a serious manner.
“…turn…the line towards the fish…”
He always hated the backseat-fishing his friends do, but how could he be mad when his girlfriend looked so determined for him even in her sleep? Then he notices you smiling impossibly wide.
“Yay! I wanna hold the fish!” you exclaim as you reach to grasp something. Noctis looks around quickly for something and gives you the carbuncle stuffie he gave you as a birthday gift (thank goodness it keeps watch over you both from the nearby nightstand). He watches you hug it tightly with glee.
“You’re my hero, Noct-gar!”
He laughs and kisses you. “Anything for you, my princess.”
Apparently, Noctis doesn’t mind waking up for moments like this once in a while.
Ignis looks up from his paperwork when he hears you toss and turn on your shared bed.
He comes over to you when he hears your distressed tone and sees your face twisted in frustration.
“Seriously, stop…I’m begging you…I can’t take anymore…”
He goes wide-eyed at your whimpers before his lips curl into a mischievous smile. Well, well. I wonder what my dear kitten could be dreaming about right now.
“No more…I don’t want anymore stew…”
He laughs as he realizes his mistake. After turning off his desk light, he climbs into bed with you and strokes your hair until you stop mumbling.